Moments with You_Written in the stars._A Homeless Known_Not A Sign
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Moments with You
It was just as Presley remembered, but better. She was still here. “Pres, can you get the basket?” Ross asked her. He carried Kiora in his arms. “Yes. Yes, I can.” Presley took the basket filled with goodies out of the trunk and followed her husband and daughter to find a place on the beach. It was the first day of summer and they decided to celebrate by having a beach day. Kiora was so excited, she couldn’t sleep the night prior. But now, she was exhausted and slept on the way there. She was still asleep in her father’s arms. “I think we should wake her,” Presley said as Ross gently placed K...
Written in the stars.
They are around us , they look at us from above, they see us and they want to help. When you look up you see the past , you see beyond , you see the stars and you see ......Written in the stars are our answer and our past, written right in front of us are what we can remember. That was what Maddie always use to tell us when we were little or so we remember. We are only ants in a working environment to help the people, to help the highest of the high. We dress accordingly to the law we don’t know why we listen to the law of the high, but we do since we can remember anyway. There are no such th...
A Homeless Known
The letter came for me when I was on one of my days off from the office. I was halfway through my cereal hoops when I heard it drift from the letter box and float to the muddy mat on the floor. I knew then that something was strange; the postman had already been, delivering junk mail and bills with a fake and wavering smile, just like he always did. I knew then that one of us was in trouble. The milk that escaped my mouth www.onedoor.cctrickled down my chin and dripped back into the bowl, drip, drip, drip, and I swallowed my mouthful of hoops, which I knew were to be my last that morning, for my stomach ha...
Not A Sign
I don’t really believe in signs. I would say I’m a pretty skeptical person. This cat though.This cat, with those fluffy large black ears and a splash of white fur painted across his face, this cat made me wonder if signs existed. He stared at me as I locked up my brothers comic book shop, an annoying detour I had to take from my usual law office in downtown LA. I was already in a foul mood having to do this favor to help out, and in no mindset to indulge a stray cat stoically making eye contact with me from across the street. I put the keys back in my laptop bag, and studied the peculiar cat ...