Happily Ever AfterLife_Coward is a Strong Word_Gone Too Soon_My Angel Librarian
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Happily Ever AfterLife
It’s amazing how we can wake up, starting a day with thoughts of what we had to do and thinking we know how the day will go. We walk around in genuine oblivion about all the possibilities, I was working at our family bar and grill, as it was any other day owww.onedoor.ccf work. Per usual the game was on, I was working the tables as a waitress, and I smiled although I was thinking of a school assignment due tonight. Laughing at a joke a regular customer made whilst pouring him a glass of water.“Breaking News! All around the world there are reports of domestic cats suddenly turning into humans! Thousand...
Coward is a Strong Word
It was 7 o'clock on a Tuesday morning, the alarm clock on Tom's bedside table began to ring at just the right decibel level to wake him up, but not so high that it might hurt his ear drums. As Tom reached over to turn the alarm off, his wife next to him, Sue, began to stir and come awake. There was an absolute abundance of sunlight pouring in from their second-floor bedroom, illuminating the nicely kept bedroom. Tom and Sue both rolled onto their sides and faced each other and smiled, Tom gave Sue a very modest kiss on the cheek and climbed out of bed. He told his wife that he was going to ha...
Gone Too Soon
Tommy raised the rifle to his shoulder and quickly rounded the corner, taking a knee as he entered the hallway. His finger hovered over the trigger while he peered down the corridor through the gun’s sights, patiently waiting for any sign of movement. Through his peripherals, he counted the rooms. Three total. Two on the right at either end. One on the left in the middle. He would need to zigzag down the hallway to clear them one at a time. All three rooms had their doors shut, and Tommy couldn’t decide if he was grateful or suspicious of their isolation. Moving his feet as softly as possible,...
My Angel Librarian
Whenever possible I walked the nearly two miles to my local library. I was nine years old, and this was during a time when one could walk alone to the local library without fear of being accosted or worse, abused. I found the library to be cool, quiet, and calming. All of these qualities were extremely attractive since my house did not have air conditioning and I only went to the library in the hot, humid Michigan summers while on vacation from school. Also, my house was either full of my mother’s buddies, or she was finding some odd something or other to scold me for (therefore not quiet). An...