My Hobby Could Be Your Hobby_Leaf Blower Cantata_Besties..._The Strength to Stand
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My Hobby Could Be Your Hobby
The light glistened off the blue and purple bowling ball Shelia held in her hand. With a rag in one hand, she rubbed at it until it shined. It was so shinny, you could see your reflection in it if you looked hard enough. Hannah shook her heawww.onedoor.ccd and went back to reading the comic section of the Sunday morning paper. She never did understand Shelia’s obsession with bowling. How much fun could throwing a ball down a lane and knocking over some pins be? “You should come with me this time.” Shelia’s high pitched voice rang out through the quiet room. “No, bowling’s not really my thing. You have fun t...
Leaf Blower Cantata
Sammy sat in the back booth of his regular café in West L. A. He read the sports page while awaiting his friends, Ben and David. They’d met here for breakfast every week for years. He looked at his watch. Late again. Ben entered and spotted Sammy in ‘their’ booth in the back. Sammy had returned to the newspaper. Ben approached. “You won't believe it. I am so fed up to here.”Sammy peered over the sports page. “You're late.”“I know. Where's David?”“I don't know. He's late too. Have a seat.” “I'm going to file a lawsuit. They are a plague!”“Who?”“Leaf blowers! Don't you know what they’re doing to...
Besties...
Start your story with one character trying to convince another to take up their favorite hobby.Ann and Jean were the best of friends. They might be what one would call “soul mates”, although not in the romantic way. They understood each other and supported each other in ways no one else ever would. Even in checking their genealogy, they probably served as ladies in waiting to some great House or Monarch. Indeed, at events, they would show up in the same colour or type of dress instinctually. They held each other's hands through ups and downs and relationships. When Ann’s marriage fell apart, i...
The Strength to Stand
It was a gray day for Carol. She was drinking warm, bitter coffee on a cold gray, rainy day. In his cold gray apartment, Looking at his window outside, She can see unfortunate people who forgot to bring their umbrellas moving faster than usual. Some took cover in the hard pouring rain that knocked like tiny needles on her pale gray window. Others who are fortunate to bring one walk gracefully in the flowing rain, throwing bitter smiles at the people who ran frantically like a dog who lost its leash. She often enjoyed days like these quiet days where the usual roar of the engines and people t...