At Sangaya Global, we pride ourselves on delivering purely fictional work without any AI-generated pieces, since Cambridge exam standards need originality. Our focus is to empower you to become the master of your own essays and excel in your writing skills. We believe that mastering sentences is the key to success in the exam hall. With our expert guidance and effective techniques, we will help you develop the essential skills needed to craft compelling and impactful sentences. Trust Sangaya Global to unlock your potential and achieve excellence in your academic journey.Sam Malone sat on the high stool in the dimly lit room. His hair was wavy, peppered grey and below his neck. He was about forty. He had a cigarette pursed between his lips tightly and his eyes darted left and right suspiciously. Sam lived in fear, fear of the unknown. He was uncertain of the future… His jacket was well worn and hung loosely on his skinny overworked frame. Sam Malone was not just a man, but he was a man with a jagged past, a past he tried to forget. The past is something we all have, it cannot be blotched out, but it is a lingering shadow, a phantom that will haunt us if we allow it to, it starts as a murmur and ends as a loud screaming in our heads. The past is wicked and sometimes unbearable. Do we run and hide, or do we take what we have left, making the best of it? As he sat there, a tear dropped into his open arms… Sam was a hardworking man, but he had a habit. A habit so overpowering he couldn’t contain his addiction. It made him compulsive, he would palpitate and fidget at the rush of adrenaline he got every time he placed a bet. He was a seasoned gambler. He would sweat profusely waiting for the winning number at the roulette table and love it when the automated voice goes ‘place your bet please’. As hardworking as he was, every month he failed at everything, he failed at paying the rent, he failed at doing anything for his loved ones, he failed at relationships. He was a loser. He had a son. A son who lived with his mom and loathed him. Sam was averagely attractive, but he attracted only women who would use him and dump him like a ton of hot bricks on the pavement. Thank You for reading the story till here. Contact us through WhatsApp Chat, Phone, or email to get the rest of the story.
— by Sandra Gayatree
