Cat's Eye Soup for the Human Soul_One of the Stars_The Lost Girls_Cricket
Catalog Guide:
Cat's Eye Soup for the Human Soul
I have never had a real friend before, I guess that's why I spent most of my childhood inside of the library. It was there that I first learned my love for books. No matter what I went through in life be it the bullies at school, the teachers saying that I “wasn't applying myself enough”, or my parents who just frankly didn't care one way or another that I was around with a good book could I could take all of that negativity, and lose it in a magnificent story.It wasn't just the books that drew me there though. It was the smell, the quiet, the steady ticking of the clock on the far wall behind...
One of the Stars
Water clung to her black clothing. It didn’t matter she had done it! She evaded the Sweep. Assassins for hire. Born into the clan and she left to have a normal life. Isda Collins sank into the sand on the beach of some small coastal town. Richfield, California. Never heard of it. Not that it mattered anything had to be better than living out of suitcases, tracking targets, and ending lives. The last target pushed her to leave sooner than she wanted. Nightmares of the small shaken child sobbing as she climbed out of the cabinets hunted her. For the first time, Isda cursed her light footsteps. T...
The Lost Girls
She didn’t decide to go until the last moment, sitting in the car line waiting to drop off the boys before heading into work. It washed over her, that sudden tsunami of need, and she phoned into twww.onedoor.cche office, fingers shaking as she punched the lurid green contact on her screen, citing an unforeseen family emergency, and Beth Ann, always so suspicious of sudden sick days, didn't even pause to question the urgency in her voice when she told her to go, take care of whatever was needed.The drive to her childhood home was as familiar and interminable as ever, seventy-four minutes of silver-sided inte...
Cricket
"Here, I've got the ball" said the kid. "Shall we go home ? It's late. Look! " said another. In a huge zig-zag line, mothers, daughters and sons were lined up,carrying huge containers with them, slowly moving ahead. The other kids went their homes with only sourav left, waving his bat in air. He went to his sister and mother and when their turn came, helped them lift their containers on their head and moved along with them towards their home. It was 9:30 in the night. It was dinner time but home would take half an hour more to reach. Till then they had to keep walking. Mind you! Water must be ...