Theodore’s Books_Jack_Kalerella a real Cinderella Story_Luna & Meek
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Theodore’s Books
Whenever my humble shop door opens, it’s time for my scintillating performance. A homely bell welcomes my guest. It chimes on its own accord, untouched by the door. Snow waltzes in the open entryway, for just a moment, before a short girl emerges. She’s breathless from the cold. I crouch back into the shadows. Behind a looming bookcase I surrender to licking back a few strands of frizzy hair on my paws. There’s no need to alarm my visitor straight away. Let her browse. A ruby scarf is tangled around her face. She unwraps it, unbuttons her oversized coat, and long locks of orange hair fall to h...
Jack
Jack's one bad habit turned out that he had none. He came from a good family of the unassuming respectable sort. Keith and Margaret Richards had come from a long line of midwestern farmers and had over the last few generations graduated to producing the type of midwestern accountants that were known for their steadfastness. Hard work, diligence, and honesty were the hallmarks of the Richards family and for three generations they had born and bread accountants, lawyers, and clerical staff whose lack of imagination was relied upon in the sort of middle income, white collar world that ran the low...
Kalerella a real Cinderella Story
And there it was, a feeling as if there was no identity. No gender, no real weight, no form, but feelings.I want to go tonight, mom, it could mean a chance to be discovered. OK, I am tired of hearing about this ball, really.Come herwww.onedoor.cce I will get you ready. Kal's mom picks up a gentle cloth, soap, and water and hands it to Kal.It's just you see the world so differently, I am afraid your feelings will be hurt by others.Mom, these scarves look absolutely beautiful and these glass slippers, um a little redundant don't you think.Don't shatter them keep them on, nobody will know even though your feet...
Luna & Meek
"Luna!" A muffled voice calls in the distance.She opens her eyes slightly as the sun warms her like a blanket. She runs her nose over her paw and licks the surface in sleepy motions."Luna!" Clair calls out again.Her ears prick up as she sneaks out of Miss Fine's bushes. Sometimes she puts a bowl of milk on the windowsill and Luna knows she has to let Miss Fine pet her to get more. It's not dinner time yet, but Clair has not seen Luna since the morning. Clair gets restless when she's gone too long.Luna strolls along the sidewalk to her house as the weak afternoon sun gilds Clair's orange hair. ...