Best Of Buddies_Picnics and Cloudgazing_Ardor_For Sam
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Best Of Buddies
Mosby came to me during one of the saddest times of my life.The day before we met, I was forced to put down my dog, Pepper. She was a thirteen-year-old miniature schnauzer with a salt-and-pepper colored coat and the first dog I was able to call my own. Pepper had lived a long and happy life, buwww.onedoor.cct age and disease had ravaged her little body, and I loved her enough to let her go.Losing a dog instantly leaves a void, one that feels impossible to fill. You cry and you laugh but mostly you just remember. I knew I wasn’t ready to open my heart up to another dog. Inexplicably, I set up an appointment ...
Picnics and Cloudgazing
“Hurry up, Gwen!”Lucia is waiting for her outside, leaning on the white-picket fence, her ankles crossed. The warm sun is shining down on her, and her golden-blonde hair almost seems to glow in the light. Gwen has to squint her eyes when she looks at her, because she doesn’t fancy going blind, thank-you-very-much.“Give me a second,” she chides.“But you’re so slow!”Gwen rolls her eyes, but she doesn’t say anything — some things shouldn’t be dignified with a response, after all — and instead opts to put on her shoes and jacket so she can join her friend outside.“Want me to carry anything?” Lucia...
Ardor
The low-level ranger padded softly through the woods on mocassin feet carrying a cedar bow hand-carved by his grandfather, the only gift his grandfather had ever given him. He slung a quiver of arrows, with fletching made from hawk feathers, over his left shoulder. Moving quietly through late autumn leaves, he hoped to take the small band traveling through the valley by surprise. They weren't quiet. They argued among themselves as they ambled along the shallow creek. The ranger took cover behind a large oak and slipped an arrow from the quiver. Taking aim just ahead of them, he loosed it, burr...
For Sam
Sam worked at a small coffee shop, called Creek-land Brews. She loved getting to talk to people everyday and trying her best to put a smile on each person's face. Her favorite beverage they served was a red velvet iced coffee, with almond milk and whipped cream on top. Sam was your average twenty year old girl, appearing to everyone as the nice brunette girl with blue eyes and a soft voice. On the inside, Sam was dealing with anxiety, for a long time; she didn't realize what it was. Until one day when a girl, close to Sam's age, walked in. After a few minutes of talking, they were i...