The Saboteur_Ziggy's Extraordinary Adventure_Tinsel_Drunk Texts
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The Saboteur
“We have to leave now, Sara,” my mother said.“What!” I said. My parents were leaving to meet a friend so they literally left me with my sister who was right now raking the backyard. “Eve, we are going now.” Mom said.At first Eve did not hear but on the second time she looked quickly up as if for a moment she had left a different world and came back to this one. Without thinking about the rake she carelessly flung it down and ran inside. After a few kisses and goodbye’s Dad opened the door. Suddenly all the heat escaped from the house and I felt extremely chilly. “They said it’s going to snow t...
Ziggy's Extraordinary Adventure
ZIGGY’S EXTRAORDINARY ADVENTUREPlink, plink, plink.My head shot up from my pillow, and I looked around for the source of the sound. Plink, plink, plink. I jumped up from my bed and ran towards the sound. My leash! That means walkies!But my human, Mercedes, was standing there with my leash in her hand, and my purse on the floor by her feet.Dang! I thought. Mercedes wanted to take me out. Not for walkies, but for drivies. Not my favourite.Don’t get me wrong. I love Mercedes — she’s my human. But, I’m just not sure she’s that into me. I think she sees me more like of an accessory, rather tha...
Tinsel
Although it was December, he had both windows down. He tried not to think about the unusually warm weather, a week before Christmas, as a symptom of the planet's long, tortured farewell, but rather as a hint of the weekend's celebratory potential. Midlife had been marked by the predictable and planned, and so something so out of the blue — an invitation to a bayside Christmas party from a friend he hadn't seen in twenty years — seemed in mysterious agreement with a fortune cookie he opened in his hotel room the night before: "Get ready for a life-changing event."He cranked the music over the...
Drunk Texts
“Are you coming tonight?” “Sarah…”“No. I will not take no for an answer. Enough is enough, okay? I gave you a few days to cry and stay in bed in sweatpants and eat pizza, and now it’s over. Get up!”“That was harsh,” I say as I drag my legs over the side of the bed and sit up. Sarah has her arms crossed at this point, and I stare daggers at her fingers tapping against her upper arm. “I’m going.” “Go faster,” she says as she grabs my arm and pulls me off the bed. “We are going to have a great time tonight!” I feel like she’s staring into my soul, trying to spread some sunshine in there. “How am ...