The complete trio_Busybody_Cynthia's scent_Ride of a Century
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The complete trio
One bright sunny morning, Myra, Shreya, and Mahika decided to go on a girls trip to celebrate the beginning of their 10 year old friendship. All three were bonded with loyalty and admiration for each other. Each of them stood by the other’s side in ups and downs of their lives. Myra was a chirpy girl who had no boundaries when it comes to talking. Shreya was quite the opposite, calm as a lake whereas Mahika was well balanced between the two. They were a perfect trio because of their complementing temperaments. Mahika wanted to be an anchor for a famous tv show one day. Shreya also had her min...
Busybody
I don't know what brought it on, she just suddenly suggested it. We were watching tv, our favourite tv show. We were following the life of our favourite character, a secretary at day, a cold, hard thief by night. It was the latest season, the first episode of many to come. The previous season had ended with the character being placed under house arrest after being caught by her love interest who turned out to be a detective working on her case. This season began with her being bored out of her mind, she decided she needed something to do, so she picked up painting. The episode soon came to a c...
Cynthia's scent
Things have gone from bad to worse. My side has had a growing pain for a long time now. Cynthia, my Master, called me off the couch from my afternoon nap. I heard Her jingling the leash like She always does when we’re going to see the other people and their humans at the park. With effort, I hoisted myself off the couch, wincing from the pain in my side. Slowly I reached one foot over the edge, then the other, coming up short and landing with both paws on the floor, it sent a shudder through me and the ache in my side intensified. “C’mon, Margie, it’s your big day today!” She said. Oh, Cynthia...
Ride of a Century
Gunter threw another log on the fire and cursed every god he knew for sending the cold so deep into his bones. The fireplace brimmed with lively orange flames and the wool blankets stacked so thick over his body, that he could barely breathe under them. Yet, Gunter felt cold. He didn’t know whether that was from the freezing temperatures outside or the creeping of death. If you’re going to take me, you might as well be quick about it, he thought, tucking himself deeper in the blankets. For a man well over a hundred years old, death sure seemed to take her time. She probably forgot about him. T...