The Magic of Owls_On a Rainy Morning in Spring_The Shoes_Early morning run
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The Magic of Owls
THE MAGIC OF OWLSTap. Tap. Tap, tap, tap.Bethany-Ann Pendergast looked over at her bedroom window. Her room was dark, shadows filling every corner. In the daylight, Bethany-Ann loved her bedroom, all pink and purple, filled with all the things she loved. But at night she found it a bit scary. The green power button on her laptop glowed like a Cyclopes’s eye. Her pile of stuffies in the corner looked like a monster crouching, waiting to leap out at her. The black and white keys of her keyboard gaped like a giant mouth biding its time until it could gobble her up. But, her brave heart told her t...
On a Rainy Morning in Spring
Warning: Domestic Violence“But why do I have to clean Bruce’s mess? It’s his mess not my mess?” Martha stomped, whined and writhed in turmoil, twisting her body dramatically. Her jaw grew slack and her eyebrows stitched together creating what looked like permanent frown lines on her six-year-old face. “Because I said so!” The well-worn phrase fell out of Fiona’s mouth like a brick onto a flower bed.“I hate Bruce!”Fiona grabbed Martha’s face pinching her slippery cheeks together and sternly looking into her bratty eyes. “Don’t you say that word… ever!”Martha knew Fiona meant the word ‘hate’. Th...
The Shoes
“I’ll be right back, I need to refill my glass of wine,” Lisa said to Todd with a smile. “Would you like some more?”“No, thank you,” he said, looking at the glass like he was thinking about it. “I do have to drive tonight.”“OK,” she said, sounding like she was disappointed. She wondered if she should make a joke about him spending the night if necessary with the hope that it might end up being more than a joke. She decided against it. “I’ll be right back.”She stood up off of the couch and made her way through the crowd to the kitchen. The party was going great. She called it her “Vaccination C...
Early morning run
In the distance, I can see the straight and curve of the road. The street lights are beaming on a clear night, making shadows. I stare out the window in awe, as I see the shine from the cats' eyes on the road, the orange cwww.onedoor.ccolour of them seen for miles and miles.The sun will rise in the next couple of hours. It is around four am. I can see a little white truck on the road below me, and it appears the driver has a lot of milk bottles in it. I cannot make out a company name on the truck, I see it from afar. It has me mesmerized as I watch it driving down the road. There are only a few trucks and c...