Frost Bite_Elijah_My Magical Moment_Birds of a Fretter
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Frost Bite
“1, 2, thr...please, please stop.” He drew in a deep breath, filling his lungs with the frigid air of what was only moments ago a warm summer night. A heavy drop of water dangled from the edge of the spout and fell into the empty tub.PLINK... The sound of the splattering droplet was like a pistol at the beginning of a race. He started to count again.“1,2,3,4,5….” Mark counted aloud. Each number that rolled off his terrified tongue reminded him that he was still here, he was still alive.“Dad, why do you have to go for the entire summer? I was planning to come visit you!” Mark’s daughte...
Elijah
Day OneEdith picked up the album with her hands and set it on her knees, as if the weight grasped onto her shoulders and back. She took out the very first picture on the beginning page, examining it carefully. Her favorite memory splashed in her brain, and she could replay each part one by one.“Mama, a seahorse is in my pants!” Elijah shrieked, running back up to the sand. “I feel it, I feel it!”Ruth, her husband, took a picture.“Are you sure that’s a seahorse?” Edith said, laughing. “We’re only a foot and a half in the water!”Elijah pwww.onedoor.ccaused. Ruth snapped picture after picture, smirking behind ...
My Magical Moment
Nathan Wassum and I have been dating for 7 years now. We're what you'd call high school sweethearts. Ever since we met I knew he was the one. Since we've both graduated college I think it's finally time we... you know (saying it is a little embarrassing). I spent so long figuring out the best way to ask, the best place, the best ring, the best material. I know it's not conventional for a woman to propose to a man, but come on, it's 2020, who's conventional anymore? Anyway, I finally settled on throwing a cookie exchange party and inviting all of our friends. None of them have any idea what I ...
Birds of a Fretter
They know that I'm pedantic. I'm a neurotic, OCD, perfectionist and I live alone. They know that I hardly venture farther than the post boxes that lined the front of our apartment. They call me Sheldon Pooper for goodness sakes! They know that I over analyse every single move I make, or anyone else for that matter. They also know that I don't do pets. I don't pet them. I don't look at people with pets and say, Oh, what a cutie. What's his name?". And I certainly don't take care of them. So why on earth would my entire floor go for the long weekend and leave the Rudd's bird with me? It is beyon...