The flames turned into a huge fireball that lashed fiery tongues at the ceiling tiles, melting them into blackened charcoal slabs that peeled away and dropped like burnt crackers to the floor.
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Travel stories with a beginning, middle and end!
じゅうよん. One Night in Shibuya
Her jacket was slung across her shoulders—she’d been wearing it despite the sweaty air of the nightclub—and I removed it like a gentleman, spread it across the coarse stone steps so that we could sit down in comfort.
Тринадцать. The Mule
The decadent West it might have seemed but then a Muscovite student who mistook his cabin for ours came in, and found it such an experience that he left to fetch his heavy metal tapes. And he returned with a friend.
Bonus. The Mao Cap
We’d gone to Dali, to a market on the lake, but while I had a mild cold and a case of the runs, Ben had full on dysentery.