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One Tenth the Woman
One Tenth the Woman Ted talked about his boa incessantly. He named her “Isabelle”, which sounded ridiculous to me but then my naming skills generally extend to calling snakes “Snaky”. I’m not a fan of snakes in general. I’m not afraid of them, I used to be but then I ‘scared straight’ myself out of that when I was in high school. My boyfriend Mark and I used to go to the Zoo in L.A. several times a week. The reptile house there is really impressive, twisty, warm and dark. I’m leaving out an important part of this self-designed therapy: We used to go to the reptile house all the time because a...
Surprise Birthday... or not?
Title: Surprise Birthday... or not? Author: HaripriyaAuthors Note: Hello everyone!! I hope you all are having a safe and happy Saturday! This story is about three sisters. The eldest and the youngest are planning a birthday party for the middle sister...or are they? Read to find out! I hope you enjoy it!"Can I tell you a secret?" asked Isabelle looking excited towards her elder sister, Mirabelle. "Sure!" she replied curiously. "But you have to promise to not tell Annabelle about this," Isabelle warned, looking serious. "Umm... ok! I promise I won't tell her. Now, what is it?" Mirabelle asked. ...
It All Started With A Box
"www.onedoor.ccCan I tell you a secret?" The small child's chubby hands clutch a crate with a shiny official cover and chocolate stains it. Smothering a laugh I reply, "What did you do now, Lizzy?"Elizabeth hands me the official looking package and showcases her missing teeth in a wide smile, "I took it for you but you can't tell anyone or mommy will be mad. Mommy's always mad." She sniffles before continuing, "I saw it in the bakery when the sheriff left his table to get another doughnut. It was so pretty I wanted you to have it. It's a present!"As Elizabeth shifts her feet to awkwardly plant the large box...
The Heirloom
I heard the rain splashing at the window. It was another rainy day in Chicago. This year the rain started earlier in July than in August. I loved the rain but bummer I couldn't go out and play. I might be fifteen but I feel like I’m still that joyful little girl I once was. Now when I look at my childhood picture I feel like I don't know myself. The little girl with freckles and an ice cream cone in her hands. I looked at my hair in the photo. It was a shimmering golden spug in curls. My hair looked nothing like that now. I had dyed it brown since I felt left out in my family ever since mom d...