Shelter Animals Race For A Home [Livestream]_the elemental kids_In the ocean somewhere_A Choice
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Shelter Animals Race For A Home [Livestream]
DAMIAN: Welcome to the championship finals of the first ever Furry Friends Olympics! Streaming live from our backyard, our lineup has arrived at the starting line for the event that will decide the match once and for all: a race! The rules are simple: run a lap around our backyard. The first to do so wins the grand prize!TAYLOR: Seems simple enough, but I know for sure it’s gonna be super intense! Would you mind reminding our dear viewers what the grand prize is, Leah?LEAH: Not at all, Taylor. So, the whole reason for the Furry Friends Olympics is because we begged for years to let us have a p...
the elemental kids
"Is everyone ready?"Mr. Scott asked. The six of us crowded into our billionaire adopted father’s limousine, prepared for our first mission as a team. I was only nine at the time, missing my mom and home. I remember my mom getting the call from Mr. Scott, the CEO of FutureStar, offering her more money than she knew what to do with just for me, a freak with the ability to manipulate the wind, to attend his “elemental” kids program. Little did I know, there would be five other nine-year-olds with abnormal powers like mine. "Now, kids," Mr. Scott's face was dark and serious, "There is a suspe...
In the ocean somewhere
At thirteen a bee stung me and my mother barely got me to the hospital in time. So, you see, I knew what almost dying felt like. And it felt as cold as the water felt that day. The water was freezing and my heart was as empty as my head was full. Wishing to be alone I ignored every instinct in my rational body and didn’t called a ping buddy. And honestly, never before had I gone on a ping alone because that is just dumb, and im not dumb. Until I was.That day had started with a stomach turning, heart squeezing fight with my wife. The kind of fight where everyone is wrong and no one means harm. ...
A Choice
A sunny day, some eons ago.A young boy was sitting on some small rocks outside a rundown little cottage. He was grinding some indistinguishable, smushed plants, in a small mortar, with a crude looking pestle. Perhaps he was up to some mischief, and his quiet demeanor was due to guilt, or he was kept busy with some task, and it was due to patience.Either way, he was so attentive to his task, that he didn't notice an old, ragged, stooped woman who limped down the mossy cobble stoned path till she reached him, and bent down.He looked up,and started at her hooked nose, an inch from his own as she ...