markfyuhas
Every year since as long as I can remember, my favorite part of the Christmas season was setting up my trains underneath the fresh pine tree. I had a whole collection of model trains and houses to build a village that dated back to my father's childhood. I spent countless hours just starring at the trains, speeding across the platform.
The bow an arrow my dad use to have would always sit high atop his gun rack. Though I never actually saw him use it, I always pictured him running through the woods like robin hood.
The stone pillar was like most of the others in the cemetery. It stood tall out of the hallowed ground casting shadows atop the turf. Though the late winter sun was strong, the snow build up was still hiding in the shadows.
Todd heard the clash from the kitchen. It had awoken him from a sound sleep. He quickly looked to his alarm clock, his eyes still sensitive to the light could barely make out the red numbers glowing in the dark.
Though I usually enjoyed the sound of the rain falling down, I certainly would much rather be in doors rather than in this damp tent. The lantern swung above me as the wind blew. It's soft glow casting shadows across the tent walls.
The meaning of the song is something I often think about and debate with friends about. Coldplay's lyrics are always more deep and thought provoking than many other bands out in the market these days.
What is wealth? To many, it's the size of the number at the bottom of your bank account every month of the number of bills in your wallet. True wealth cannot be measured by money.
He broke into a quick stride through the airport trying to catch up with. "Michelle," he yelled as he pushed past people and their luggage. His heart began to beat as if someone was trying to break out of his chest with a hammer.
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