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The Cheshire House Eight
Hello Journal, My hair looks pretty good but the color came out not the same. The picture on the container shows a very light lavender on the model. But it was several shades darker on me. Sure it came out nice but I wonder why it's not the same.
By Raphael Fontenelle2 years ago in Chapters
About the Street Part 2
I especially know those who regularly walk over me every day. They do not know that I am waiting for them. I have imagined their images in my mind. For a long time, such a person used to come from far away every afternoon with two of her tender feet - two small nuphars would cry and play at her feet. I understand that his lips - not the lips to speak, I understand that his big eyes - like the evening sky, were staring at his face dimly. Where on the left side of the tied banyan tree a branch of mine had gone towards the locality, there he would stand quietly under the tree. Another one would go to the locality after finishing the day's work and singing songs in his mind. I think he did not look in any direction, did not stand anywhere - maybe he looked at the stars in the sky, went to the door of his house and finished the Eastern song. When he left, the girl would go back the way she had come. When the girl returned, I knew it was getting dark; I could feel the dark chill of the evening all over. Then the call of the twilight crow would cease altogether; The passers-by are no bigger. The bamboo was rustling in the evening air. For so long, so every day, he slowly came, slowly went. One day in the last afternoon of the month of Falgun, when the saffron of a large amramukul is falling in the wind - then another person who came did not come again. That night, the girl returned home. Just as sometimes a dry leaf would fall from a tree, so sometimes a drop or two of tears would fall and mingle on my dull hot dust. Again, the next day in the afternoon, the girl came and stood there on the floor, but no one else came that day either. Again at night he slowly returned home. After going some distance, he could not go. I fell on top of the dust. She covered her face with her arms and started crying. Who is the mother, who comes to take shelter in my bosom on this night. Is the one from whom you came back harder than me? The one you called and didn't answer is dumber than me. Is the one whose mouth you wanted blinder than meThe girl got up, stood, wiped her eyes -- left the path and went into the surrounding woods. Maybe she went back home, maybe she still does the housework every day with a quiet face -- maybe she doesn't tell anyone about any sorrow; Only one day in the evening, he sits with his legs spread in the moonlight in the courtyard of the house, when someone calls him, he immediately gets up and goes home. But from the next day till today I have not felt the touch of his feet. How many words have been silenced, can I remember so much. Only the pitiful sound of those feet still sometimes remember! But do I have one more leisure to mourn. Who will mourn for? How much comes, how much goes. What a bright sun. Woo-hoo. I am breathing once in a while and the hot dust is flying away turning the blue sky gray. The rich, the poor, the happy, the sad, the old youth, the laughter, the tears, What a bright sun. Woo-hoo. I am breathing once in a while and the hot dust is flying away turning the blue sky gray. The rich, the poor, the happy, the sad, the old youth, the laughter, the tears, th What a bright sun. Woo-hoo. I am breathing once in a while and the hot dust is flying away turning the blue sky gray. The rich, the poor, the happy, the sad, the old youth, the laughter, the tears, th What a bright sun. Woo-hoo. I am breathing once in a while and the hot dust is flying away turning the blue sky gray. The rich, the poor, the happy, the sad, the old youth, the laughter, the tears, th What a bright sun. Woo-hoo. I am breathing once in a while and the hot dust is flying away turning the blue sky gray. The rich, the poor, the happy, the sad, the old youth, the laughter, the tears, ththe birth and death all pass over me in the same breath like a stream of dust. That's why there is no laughter or tears on the way. Home mourns for the past, thinks for the present, hopes for the future. But the path is busy taking hundreds of thousands of new visitors every now and then. In such a place, believing in one's dignity, one is trying to leave one's eternal footprints by stepping very gracefully. The sighs that are lost in the air here, when you are gone, will they fall behind you and mourn for you, bring tears to the eyes of new guests? Is air above air permanent? No no, vain attempt. I don't let anything stop me, neither laughing nor crying. I am only reading.
By uff nayen2 years ago in Chapters
The Cheshire House Seven
Hello Journal, So the dream hasn't come back in a long while. But I've taken to hanging out in the little room and it's been nice. I started going in there about a day after I wrote about the nightmare. It sadly doesn't have an electrical outlet for me to use my laptop in there. It does have good lighting. And the music player is kind of good to listen to after a long boring day at work. I have been making it my routine for the past few days. Since I've been in the tiny room,I have had no nightmares. Sure it's only been about two weeks since my last entry but I've found this nice.
By Raphael Fontenelle2 years ago in Chapters
The Cheshire House Six
Hello Journal, Tonight was one of the worst nights of my life. I was sleeping on the couch and the man was back. He was descending the stairs as I watched television. But this time, he actually touched my face. His hands were so cold, so very cold. It was like someone took ice and pressed it to the sides of my face. Unlike last time, where his voice sounded so weak. This time, I heard his voice so clearly. It was low,rough and I couldn't understand much. His words were,"Get...out...of..."
By Raphael Fontenelle2 years ago in Chapters
The Cheshire House Five
Hello Journal, Today was my first day on the job. And I think it went pretty darn well. I didn't make anyone upset and I only made two mistakes. But they were fixable. Sorta gave someone too much money but they told me. They were also very polite about the thing. The other person, I gave too little money, was a complete jerk. Luckily Raven was there to tell the guy off but it still was just kind of unnerving how rude he was.
By Raphael Fontenelle2 years ago in Chapters
From Pocket Change to Power Moves
From Pocket Change to Power Moves: A Middle-Class Odyssey to Entrepreneurship Introduction: The Humble Beginnings In the heart of a middle-class neighborhood, where dreams whispered louder than opportunities, a young Sundram Chaurasiya embarked on a journey that would redefine his destiny. Born without the luxury of books and with pocket change as his only ally, Sundram embraced the grind with a determination that would shape his entrepreneurial Saga.
By Sundram Chaurasiya2 years ago in Chapters
The Cheshire House Four
Hello Journal, I turned in my application. And I got a short interview there with a manager. So guess who has a job now? Me! Isn't that awesome? I start Saturday at noon. It's so great to have a summer job that will hopefully become a permanent job at the end of summer vacation. Because seriously. I need the gosh darn money. Also need to get out of this house more often. Swimming, taking a jog, and all that is getting pretty tiresome. Repetitive too. I mean, it's nice to not have to do something. But after a while it does get kind of old. Also it would be cool to make more friends and know how to use a cash register. I kind of wanted to know what some of the buttons mean. I know they're for sales and stuff but I mean what they're labeled for and just when to use them. Hopefully training to use one will be a breeze. I sound really stupid don't I?
By Raphael Fontenelle2 years ago in Chapters
Don't mess with a Mother's Daughter
Act 1 Scene A INT. Wendy and Giuviny's home Wendy and Giuviny are getting ready to take their daughter Kylie to her swimming classes.
By Diani Alvarenga2 years ago in Chapters
The Cheshire House Three
Hello Journal, There was so much noise last night that I barely slept. And when I woke up, I heard footsteps coming from upstairs. Like someone had broken in and was taking their sweet time walking around. So I did what the first person to die in a horror movie does. Got out of my room, walked to the stairs and called out,"Is anyone there?"
By Raphael Fontenelle2 years ago in Chapters
The Cheshire House Two
Hello Journal, Last night was, in a word, AWESOME. I slept so well and I have never felt so cold in my room before. It's so good. I'm happy that my grandparents air conditioning is working so well. Otherwise I'd wake up in a puddle of sweat. The weather was supposed to be in the nineties today. So possibly another swim before bed. Possibly. I dunno, today's agenda is pretty much just do whatever I'm feeling. But I don't really feel like doing much of anything.
By Raphael Fontenelle2 years ago in Chapters
The Cheshire House One
Dear Journal, Hey. I just got you from my Grandmother as a birthday gift and way to keep myself occupied. Well aside from watching t.v. or movies. Cuz they don't have WiFi here, so basically I'm going three months without it. But it shouldn't be too terrible. I have gone a long while without it and I was fine. Sure it was three weeks but same difference.
By Raphael Fontenelle2 years ago in Chapters
Santa’s Sunny Sports Escapade
Santa Claus, Rudolph, and Slice Jingleberry flew to Florida for sun, golf, tennis, and maybe a little pickleball. “I keep hearing how people are playing this new game called pickleball,” said Santa to Rudolph as they traveled to the golf course one day.
By Daphsam2 years ago in Chapters