T.S. White
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Ivestment banker
Write occasionally during traveling;
May the peace be with you.
Stories (5)
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One day prisoner V. Content Warning.
I told her a well-crafted lie. In the end, she said, "I hope you have a pleasant stay here!" Downstairs, I greeted you, "Good morning!" and you responded with concern. I went to the newsstand on the corner and bought a newspaper from the paperboy. I checked the date: August 18, 2008. The headlines on the front page were captivating. I crossed the street and went to the café for breakfast, ordering Brazilian coffee and toast. While reading the newspaper, the café owner said to me, "I feel like I don't know you." "Yes, I just moved here," I replied. "Do you like it here?" he asked. "It's great. Everyone is friendly, and the coffee is fragrant," I smiled at him.
By T.S. White3 years ago in Fiction
One day prinsor II. Content Warning.
They tossed and turned in the room, dismantling all the simple furniture and shaking out each piece of clothing—I noticed that those clothes were all old and identical suits. B had been here for less than a day, could there be something hidden in the house? In the end, they packed everything in the room into a large suitcase, lifted B, and disappeared through the door. I was left alone in the empty room with white walls.
By T.S. White3 years ago in Fiction
One day prisoner I. Content Warning.
Mr. B is dead. It happened within twenty-four hours of him moving into this building. Mr. B moved in last night, or to be precise, early this morning at midnight. The night was foggy, and two men in black accompanied him, carrying three large suitcases. They knocked on my door, where I was on duty, requesting to rent an unfurnished room. It was a strange request since most people prefer furnished rooms.
By T.S. White3 years ago in Fiction
