2018Williams I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my outfit and putting the final touches to my look. I had chosen a crisp white dress shirt and charcoal gray dress pants, pairing them with polished black oxfords. I wanted to look professional and put together for the important meeting ahead. My father and I were meeting with an influential businessman, Mr. Blakes Carter, to discuss a crucial business matter. The scorpiono mafias control over the city's sector has been weavering. As the head of the Scorpiono mafia, my father is intent on expanding our influence in the city's waterfront area, particularly in the prestigious Zone 5 district. Controlling this area would solidify our reputation as the most powerful and domineering mafia group in the city.To achieve this, he needs to convince Mr. Carter, posing as the legitimate businessman Mr. Jay Tyla, to sell the district. spraying on a hint of
2018CLARA Mr. Steve walked between the desks, handing out our graded projects. "Some of your projects were complete gibberish," he said, causing a few anxious laughs to echo around the room. "It made me wonder how some of you will fare in the medical field.?"More laughter filled the classroomMr. Steve continued, "On the contrary, some of your projects were truly outstanding." My heart raced as he approached my desk, placing my script in front of me with a prominent A+ on the top right corner. "Keep up the good work," he said, offering me a genuine smile."Thank you, sir," I replied, feeling grateful for Robins help in my project Well that would be the end of today's class” he said, as he finished distributing our project“Have a nice day” he said, as he left the class I gathered my books into my bag.However, my movement was halted as I felt a hand cover my eyes from behind.I knew it couldn't be Chloe, as we rarely had classes together. I wasn't parti
2018Andrew walked briskly down the familiar street, his house just a distance away. It's an average-looking home that blended in with the other houses lining the neighborhood.Anyone who laid eyes on it would correctly assume that its residents were not financially well-off.Andrew lived with his parents, and they were barely making ends meet. If not for his scholarship, they wouldn't have been able to afford the tuition at Toppings Medical Academy.As he stepped into the house, the aroma of homemade porridge, prepared by his mother, greeted him. "Welcome home, dear," she said, placing a steaming plate on the table."Thanks, Mom," he replied, "Good afternoon, Dad," Andrew greeted, noticing his father already seated at his usual spot."Mhhh," his father murmured in acknowledgment."Wash your hands and come join us, dear," his mother instructed .Andrew hastily made his way to his room, quickly washed up, and returned to the table. For as long as Andrew could remember, they had a
2023Dr. Robins stood beside his assistant.Dr. Shey, and Tanya, who stood side by side in front of them as Tanya reached out to shake Dr. Robins' hand, her smile, bright and seemingly genuine."It's a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Robins," she said."Oh, the pleasure is all mine, Mrs. Tanya," Dr. Robins also faked a smile as they exchanged a firm handshake.Their eyes locked, the handshake lasting a bit longer than it should, until the sudden sound of Dr. Shey's phone interrupted them."Oh, please excuse me. I must take this call," Dr. Shey said apologetically. "You know what they say—a doctor never gets a break."“Exactly” Dr. Robins replied with a chuckle, as Dr. Shey left to take the call.A brief silence fell over the room as Tanya and Dr. Robins exchanged a knowing glance. It was no secret that their past was intertwined, and her sudden reappearance was anything but coincidental."Sandra," Dr. Robins called out to his assistant, his gaze never leaving Tanya. “Yes boss?” Sandra r
2018Angela Seeing my dad stand in front of my room as I rush to round up dressing is not a usual sight. “This weekend was supposed to be just for us,” he said as he finally stepped in and sat on my bed, watching me.“Dad, you know I wanted this weekend for us too, but…. something quite important called,” I said, putting a final touch to my powder.“Something more important than our father-daughter hangout?” He asked with a pitiful look."C'mon, dad,” I started calmly, applying my lipgloss.“You always have somewhere to be when I need you, and now that I am busy for the first time, do you have a problem with it??”I said, looking at him, and I could feel his guilt grow.“I don't have a problem, honey. I just miss my little girl who begs me to play rock with her; now look at you wanting to spend time elsewhere.” He said and we both laughed. I put on my heels as I noticed my dad looking at me.“What is it, Dad?” I asked, smiling a bit because I knew he was going to say something
(2006)The rain poured down continuously. It was the type of rain that didn't come with the wind or thunder. It was gentle but non-stop. A way to make the funeral memorable; is Helen Maria Stone's funeral. Some would say the sky was also mourning the loss of a beloved soul. Beautiful cars, polished to a shine, lined the Streets of Colonia San Rafael leading to the cemetery, proof of the wealth and stature of the Stone family. The mourners dressed in black attire, huddled under black umbrellas, with white handkerchiefs used to wipe their tear-stained faces.Amidst the gentle patter of raindrops, the mourning congregation arrived at the cemetery: the prestigious Pantéon Francés, a place where the wealthy and influential laid their loved ones to rest. Here, within the neatly trimmed gardens of Pantéon, the final chapter of Helen Maria Stone's life would be written.Richard Stone stepped forward to the front of the gathered congregation, a hush fell over the assembly, his height made it e
(2018)There is a certain sweetness to solitude. Yes, that sounds depressing and absurd but I still stand by it. For some, solitude is a time of reflection, a chance to explore their thoughts and worry about things they can't change, sad. However, for me, alone time is a chance to clear my mind and reset. It's an opportunity to let go of everything. When I'm alone, I'm able to find a sense of stability and calmness that is hard to come by in the company of others. There's this power in being alone, and for me, this power manifests most palpably during the sacred ritual of dining alone. However, today that power wouldn't be manifesting as my father decided to eat with me on our grand table adorned with over twenty seats. Though my father had said nothing yet, the room was quiet, save for the gentle scraping of cutlery against plates and the quiet footsteps of the servants serving us. Even the air seemed still as if the room itself was holding its breath, waiting for something to happe
It's a cold morning in Monterrey, the kind of morning that makes you crave a hot cup of coffee and I never say no to a coffee craving. So on my way to school, I branched to café Alma, a coffee shop just across from my school; Toppings Medical Academy.The aroma of freshly brewed coffee permeates the air as I step into my favorite coffee shop. The familiar sight of Fred behind the counter brings a smile to my lips, his warm greeting a comforting start to my day."Morning, Clara," he says with a friendly grin. "Morning Fred" I replied "The usual?" he asked, smiling back at him I nodded, he knows how much I love coffee mocha, apart from the fact that it calms me and prepares me for the day it also reminds me of my mom, she loved it too. "Allá," he said handing the coffee to me. "Thanks Fred" I gladly accepted my coffee, paid him, and took a seat just beside the window where I could get a beautiful sight of the city. Soon enough my best friend Chloe walked through the door making her