Without Words_I just want to read!_The Museum Comes Alive_GOOD & PLENTY FAIRY DUST
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Without Words
As the rays of morning sun dance through the window, I head to the kitchen where I put on a pot of coffee for my husband. I prepare my daughter's lunch and set today's newspaper on the table.No words are exchanged as Steve moseys in, taking the seat adjacent his coffewww.onedoor.cce mug, and reads the the paper.Neither of us budge as Bella hurries passed, with five minutes to catch the bus. She peeps into her lunchbox and shoots me a sideways glare. "I'll eat at school," she says.Out the front door she goes, leaving her lunchbox behind.Steve stands and takes one last sip from his mug. "Wait." I stop him bef...
I just want to read!
The Sun’s golden rays shined through my bedroom window as I enjoyed the rare calm I could have in this castle, I poured myself some tea, I was criticised for preferring tea then beer, but little did I care, a good cup of tea with a book is all I could ask for. I took the finest cushion made of silver geese and laid it on my window, then I sat on it with my book, even though I’ve read this book countless times, I still enjoyed it as much as I did the first time I read it. The protagonist was tall, handsome and under appreciated, just like me! He went through many péripéties, but the people arou...
The Museum Comes Alive
Every night at exactly midnight the Smithsonian museum comes alive.Midnight has come, Hazel, a paleontologist is working the night shift when something unexpected happens.I hate working the night shift, but my work demands it. The work I'm doing is too important to put down.The exhibit I'm putting together is called the beginning of life, which explores earths early past all the way to the time of the dinosaurs.This project has been my baby for over a year. I am very proud of the work I've been doing.Hazel looks at her watch, she sees it's midnight once again. Hazel hasn't eaten in two hours. ...
GOOD & PLENTY FAIRY DUST
GOOD & PLENTY FAIRY DUST by Joy StrouseIf someone had asked me my idea of hell, I would have told them, “Being stuck in a car for 10 hours with my sister.” I would have said, “Anyone but Katherine! Give me wicked Uncle Ernie or the screaming, bratty Rodriguez twins from next door, but please… not my polar opposite, Katherine-Not-Kathy Patricia Clark!” But nobody asked me, so the summer of 2005, my 18th, begins in hell. Our Grandmother is dying, and Mom has been in Indiana for the past two weeks, “getting affairs in order.” Grandfather has dementia and needs to be put somewher...