The two brawny men instantly looked scared and their faces turned pale.
You came out from nowhere..
"That's it pops. She is my date tonight for your information" he was pissed.
An hour later, a knock sounded at the door, causing him to pause with his shirt half-buttoned, the fine silver toggles catching a flicker of the light now pouring through the open doors. Frowning to himself, he raised his voice, speaking with the smooth, cultured tone his father had drilled into him. "Enter," he called, raising a hand and idly swiping it from left to right before returning to buttoning his shirt.
'please say [Open Letter]'
"I can make food with a touch of my hand." As if to proof her point she touched the school's canteen table, causing it to turn into cake.
In the slums, Mary was walking back and forth anxiously in the courtyard.
...or a chance
Gardner, John. The Art of Fiction: Notes on Craft for Young Writers. New York: Vintage, 1991.
"Great news actually. I've been chatting with one. I'll meet you downstairs after my break, which is about probably 6 minutes or so."
Terduduk lemas di hadapan komputernya. Saat ini kantor dipenuhi dengan guru yang sedang bersiap-siap untuk pulang. Ada yang sedang asik mengobrol, berdandan, dan merapihkan meja kerja. Sedangkan Yoona, ia hanya merunduk malu. Mengingat kejadian yang barusan terjadi, ia benar-benar merasa bodoh, bagaimana mungkin seorang guru sepertinya bisa diperlakukan seperti itu dengan muridnya sendiri.
My nosebleed not coming out is close to a miracle