Faithless Pets_The Dream Bureau_An invitation from Mr. C_The Gray Lady
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Faithless Pets
There once lived cheerfully together, in a fine house, a turtle shell Cat and a lovely white Dog: the Cat's name was Tittums; the Dog's, Fido. In course of time the beautiful Dog fell head over heels for the Cat, and just hung tight for a decent opportunity to reveal his expressions of warmth. This came one day, when Tittums had put her paws on the bumper, dropped her head a little on one side, half shut her eyes, and appeared considering nothing by any stretch of the imagination. Then, at that point Fido, who lay extended at full length upon the hearth-mat, taken a gander at her, and hurling ...
The Dream Bureau
Beth was always the “early to bed and early to rise” type of person. She didn’t do this for health or some kind of lifestyle philosophy. It was simply that she preferred the world of her dreams to anything the real world had to offer. Granted, it wasn’t all bad. Beth’s job took her to different places all over the city as a fire inspector. Her daylight hours were when most of the places she inspected were asleep: clubs were empty, restaurants only had a few lonely patrons, and she’d inspect the basements of offices to avoid interrupting the day-to-day of offices. Beth’s world was a place of n...
An invitation from Mr. C
There are two reasons why I cut milk out of my diet. The first one is that on the monthly magazine I subscribed to for free there was an article claiming that milk is an excellent meal for toddlers, but when coming to grownups things are not the same. 'Adults are lactose intolerant,' the first line of the second paragraph read. Finally something I agreed on, conswww.onedoor.ccidering that I could finally stop inventing a second reason why I did not like milk, because the second reason was never the same and never true. The thing is that when you dislike something you end up seeing it everywhere and the fact...
The Gray Lady
Lizzie had no one else to talk to about the Gray Lady, except Mildred, the Inn’s housekeeper. “She’s generally benign, as ghosts go, I mean she does have that odor, and makes strange noises, but she is driving out all the guests! The Inn is not going to make it past summer if we don’t get better reviews, and more guests” “Something changed when you showed up, dear, she’s more active." Mildred said. “I have even seen her walking around more.” “What do you think keeps her here, I mean not passing on?” Lizzie asked. Mildred pauses before she speaks, “I think she is stuck here, looking for so...