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The Replacement. Nancy Kane

Stacy was stuck. When she had arrived at the filming location she'd been so shocked she'd pretended everything was okay. And of course there was the little matter of the contract. It was, after all, her signature, and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it. If she had bolted as she'd been tempted to do, she knew she would never get hired again for shoots. Independent film, that's what she'd been told.

The Mass Of Shadows. Anatol France

This tale the sacristan of the church of St. Eulalie at Neuville d'Aumont told me, as we sat under the arbor of the White Horse, one fine summer evening, drinking a bottle of old wine to the health of the dead man, now very much at his ease, whom that very morning he had borne to the grave with full honors, beneath a pall powdered with smart silver tears.

Wratislav. Saki

The Grafin's two elder sons had made deplorable marriages. It was, observed Clovis, a family habit. The youngest boy, Wratislav, who was the black sheep of a rather greyish family, had as yet made no marriage at all.     "There is certainly this much to be said for viciousness," said the Grafin, "it keeps boys out of mischief."

Elsinore Elsie. David Dumouriez

In Elsinore Castle, Denmark, Prince Hamlet stared ahead and slowly uttered these words:     To be, or not to be - that is the question;     Whether 'tis-     but his flow was interrupted by a low, metallic scraping somewhere behind him. Looking round he saw an old woman dragging a bucket across the floor and holding a mop. When she realised that his eyes were upon her, she said in a throaty voice, 'Oh, don't mind me, dear. You carry on.' Somewhat miffed, he turned away and began again, this time a little faster:…

Flags Waving. Carolyn Steele Agosta

Hold your head high. That's the very first thing they teach in Color Guard. Keep your chin up, back straight, and throw that flag for all it's worth. If you've done it right, the flag pole will drop right back into your hands, like it's part of you. And if it doesn't, well, you are still holding your head high. 🍓 Запрещённое в соцсетях искусство — t.me/kartiny/6312 I see him as we round the corner of Main and Beaufort, halfway through the parade, just as I do the overhead horizontal. Dad. Same blonde hair,…

Lucky Charm. Colin Linder

On the day I turned seven, my father, a man of such small stature that he was known to everyone by the dubious moniker of 'Little Willie' Larkin, took me with him to Black-Eyed Petes' Pool and Arcade Emporium, where the sound of teenagers banging away at their pool games and cursing the tilting of their pinball machines made for background noise to the illegal poker games held in the secret backroom, games that were the true money-making aspect of Black-Eyed Petes' "Emporium". 🍓 Запрещённое в соцсетях искусство…

The Kiss. Kate Chopin

It was still quite light out of doors, but inside with the curtains drawn and the smouldering fire sending out a dim, uncertain glow, the room was full of deep shadows. 🍓 Запрещённое в соцсетях искусство — t.me/kartiny/6312     Brantain sat in one of these shadows; it had overtaken him and he did not mind. The obscurity lent him courage to keep his eyes fastened as ardently as he liked upon the girl who sat in the firelight. 🧲 Вот как другие зарабатывают деньги на своём канале в telegram: @raskruti и ты свой…