Lots of People Say "Holy Moly"_Come Back Little Sheila_The Girl in The Mirror_Baked Goods
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Lots of People Say "Holy Moly"
The unexpected alarm made me drop the money. Stacks of hundred-dollar bills tumbled to the floor. I shivered. A lady passed out. Her hair covered some of the money.“Come on! Come on,” yelled Dennis.I picked up the money as fast as I could. The lady’s head was in the way. “Holy Moly,” I mumbled.“Hurry up, hurry up.”I couldn’t get it all. The alarm hurt my ears. No way to stop it. I glanced back at the lady teller. She saw my awkward exit.“Let’s go! Let’s go,” said Dennis. He looked like he was about to slap me. We got in the car and drove away.“What the hell happened?”“The alarm. It scare...
Come Back Little Sheila
Come Back Little Sheila—George DavisI am staring out my bedroom window, as I have done every night since someone kidnapped my little Sheila. She was only six years old, a small, tow-headed bundle of joy, my joy. It all started seven years ago tonight. My wife and I were sleeping down the hall from our little girl. My wife, I’m surprised didn’t hear anything. She is a very light sleeper. I, on the other hand, could sleep through a raging hurricane. Well, the next morning, my wife got up and was her custom, checked on our daughter. “Stanley, come quick. Sheila is gone.” I hurried down the hal...
The Girl in The Mirror
Mabel woke to the sound of ‘brownie’, her 3-month-old pup, licking her face and wagging his short tail. She carried him and got out of bed. After stretching her stiffened body, she performed her morning exercise. After the exercise, she opened her window and watched as the flakes of snow fell from the skies. It wwww.onedoor.ccas a sight to behold, with the tall trees, covered in snow and the surroundings all covered in snow; winter had come early.Mabel patted brownie on the head and went to the bathroom. In a few, she was ready to go to work, getting her things set and with a final look into her mirror, she...
Baked Goods
It had always been Jean and Billie, Billie and Jean. Every weekday during the three to four-hour window after school’s end they were up in that treehouse of theirs sailing the high seas as bounty hunters, fighting space monsters in another galaxy, or time traveling to see the dinosaurs. And when the sun’s light began to dissipate into the heavens, splitting open like an egg yolk, and it was time for Billie to go home, the two of them would resume their boring lives until they could find each other once again in their nightly dreams.Billie’s parents were never a subject of much interest, and th...