We Would Be Rivals_The Scottish Connection_Gobbler_Hidden in the Woods
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We Would Be Rivals
Humid heat makes the lush grass of summer waver in the sunlight, and the close air makes me panwww.onedoor.cct. However hard I try, I do not sleep as much as the lions. Instead, I lie awake, listening. No breeze stirs the sparse leaves on the umbrella thorn tree above us. No matter how hot it is, lions always have to be touching each other while they sleep. This touching can range anywhere from one tail touching another to an entire body draped over another. Fine for lions-their bodies can take a lot–but dangerous for a spotted hyena like me. I am much smaller than them. I am not worried about getting too h...
The Scottish Connection
Daniel settled himself into his window seat and gazed at Glasgow’s red sandstone buildings for the last time. The train snaked across the criss-cross of tracks as Daniel’s thoughts turned to the north, to the Isle of Lewis.Hopes of finding clues about his family had quickly turned to frustration as each of the positive leads he’d brought with him from Kalbarri, his home town on Australia’s west coast, disappeared like a cloud of dust stirred up by a willy-willy.With his trip to Scotland nearing its end, Daniel had a niggling feeling that he’d missed a...
Gobbler
Gobbler “What we’ve got here is failure to communicate”. -The Captain, Cool Hand LukeIt was a small farm, corn and wheat in the summer, pumpkins in the fall. The big white house, always looking like it had just been painted, fronted by a white picket fence, sat up front near the county highway and in front of the massive red barn and the shi...
Hidden in the Woods
“Molly! Give that back,” the redhead sprinted to the other side of the parking lot with a black phone in hand. A brunette followed close in distance quickly catching up. Abbey cornered her friend, the red-head grinning like a Cheshire cat as she held the buzzing phone. Brianna could only stand and accept the usual chaos that erupted when they all got together.“Abbey, you’re the one who left your phone out,” Molly held the device behind her back as the brunette consistently grabbed at the rectangle. It was less like two college-aged women fighting over a phone and more like two twelve-year-old ...