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ClickWhirrrFLASHThe raptor’s eyes danced with black spots. Irritated, he growled and shook his head, trying to clear his vision.The unknown humans on the other side ofwww.onedoor.cc the fence were very distracting. Their noise especially. “Look at its toes, Brad!”“What’s it shaking its head for?” “Prob’ly ’cause you stink so bad.”“Dude, you’re the one who just came from football practice!”Tap tap tap FLASHJuvenile shrieks. Sub-adult chatterings. Adult mutterings. All caused anxiety.Click FLASH click FLASH click FLASHThe raptor glared in annoyance, but only got another eyeful of flashing lights. His toe stub...
Looking At One Dress Forever
There have been many stories and books telling brides-to-be about their efforts in finding them a perfect wedding gown. The future bride looks through many bridal magazines, visit many different bridal shops and tries to find a seamstress who could design their special dress. However, my research shows there are few written stories about the mother-in-law’s gown. I will be the first to tell you my “dress” story as to the places my dress went to and where it is now 20 years later. When my son became engaged the happy couple picked a wedding date one year after their engagement. That gave me tim...
Clouds Tell the Best Stories
White and Fluffy, Big and Puffy, Like Cottonwool. They look so full. On my back I lay, On a sunny day, Come back I cry As the clouds float by. “What was that?” he asked half laughing. “I wrote that when I was in Grade three and recited it at the school assembly”. “Any you still remember it?” he asked quite surprised. “I remember you doing that” said Julie my best friend “You always were good at writing and storytelling too. And I was hopeless!” There were four of us lying in a field on the soft grass. It was a warm summer’s day, and just like in a fairy tale book – birds could be heard singin...
Anticipation
I have to ask myself, is there any greater confirmation of my enduring mystery than this: I am surrounded by cameras and microphones and notebooks and clickingflashingblinding lights. The chaos of the movie premiere turns around me like a planet in a strange orbit with me at the centre like a black sun. I am here, inside a Galaxy of critics contained within a Universe of hacks and lifestyle journalists and vloggers. We all affect the same expression of bemused disinterest. Like we move in these sorts of circles all the time; like we are Virgil instead of Dante. We are ...