When echoes from the clock’s tock hastened slowly Without a corresponding tick in the chambers of memory, Making an aural…
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The day he died was like any other day. He woke up at 6:10 a.m., after several snoozes on his…
Today was Friday and Morgan International Community School had just trodden their bitterestrivals in a competitive football match. The fun…
It was a fine Tuesday morning in March. Few minutes past ten. The tropical sun accentuated a true meaning of…