The Path of Blame_Just Trying to Survive_Witches Tales and Allie_Letters to Santa
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The Path of Blame
Frankie looked her dog in the eyes, eyes the same deep sienna brown as her own, and said, “Okay Audrey, today we will find complete happiness in the solitude of nature.” She tied back her long sandy blond hair.Audrey whined and stood up as her harness was fastened under her belly, the tail that curled over her back wagged like mad, wiggling her butt along with it. For a moment she forgot her manners and leapt straight up on legs like springs- like Tigger- until her eyes were level with Frankie’s. The dog said, ‘oh boy oh boy oh boy.’“Okay, okay…let’s go.”Audrey was the size of a gowww.onedoor.cclden retriev...
Just Trying to Survive
I don’t know how much longer I can keep running before I collapse. It’s especially hard with this fan blade strapped to my back. I would ditch it but the whole reason I went outside today was to get it. I was searching for hours and finally found one in the old junkyard before these wild dogs caught sight of me. It's too hot for this.I ran around a corner, skidding on the blacktop as I rushed onto Main Street. I don’t need to look back to know that the dogs are hot on my tail, I can hear it from their rabid barking and the skittering of their claws. I frantically cast my eyes around for any me...
Witches Tales and Allie
Allie knew it was going to be a very strange family dinner at her granny’s house when Puppy Girl, her grandmother’s dog didn’t greet her at the door and in the middle of the living room sat a suit of armor and a dead body. Allie was excited to go to her granny’s house for dinner with some of her family. She carefully picked out a blue and white pants suit and curled her long straight black hair. She even put on a little bit of lip gloss. She was ready. It had been a while since she had seen her granny and her cousins. This was going to be a memorable dinner she thought. Little did she know it...
Letters to Santa
To: The editor The Washington PostI am writing on behalf of the entire community of the North Pole to clear up a few misconceptions as well as answer some of the most common questions that I’ve come across in letters to Santa Claus. My name is Vixon. In case you don’t recognize my name, I’m reindeer number four. I’m often mistakenly known as reindeer number five because of the Rudolph misunderstanding - he is not reindeer number one; he’s number nine. We worked as a team of eight for years before Rudolph joined the squad.Before I get to the questions, I’d like to note that my book, “The ...