Limited Brotherhood._The Plant That Never Gave Up_A Perfect Storm_There's No Accounting for Tast
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Limited Brotherhood.
Contains Abusive Language.“What do you take me for…” “What …” “Don’t bullshit me Ryan. What do you take me for?” “Bro … what’s … what’s this about?” “Was she worth it?” “Oh … um … you know how it goes man.” “No I don’t! In fact, I have no idea! What’s wrong with you!?” “… You know… sometimes things just happen… it’s never my fault.” “Was she worth it? Was that smile worth it? I mean how many times would you be doing the same thing expecting different results? See cute eyes, and be like oh bro, look at this one, I think she’s falling in love with me, Huh… ... then next thing I know, she stole ...
The Plant That Never Gave Up
The Plant That Never Gave UpOut of curiosity Cecilia walked into the garden shop and trolled around. The air inside was remarkably cooler than the stifling outdoor summer heat and she felt refreshed as she walked among the ferns and the palms touching their surfaces and just enjoying the textures. Reaching a shelf of very angular straight leafed plants she hesitated and stared at them. She had never really seen these before and she found the clustered sharp tipped plants very intriguing. The leaves were a sharp green with a yellow outline and white mottling. Reaching out, she touched the large...
A Perfect Storm
A PERFECT STORMI cannot do this. I walk on, my footsteps filling those of my best friend Maddie, but each time I raise a leg to move forward, the snowshoes become exponentially heavier. And maybe it’s my imagination, or lack of nutrition, but are the trees closing in? I mean, their branches are weighed heavily by snow and do touch the ground, so maybe they really are impeding our path? Is there even still a path? Doubting myself, I blink a few times and rub my eyes. Maybe my mind is playing tricks and I really am losing touch with reality. Maybe my heart wasn’t the only thing that no longer wa...
There's No Accounting for Taste
I could close my eyes and count to ten and with a bit of luck he’ll be gone when I open them again. On the other hand I could try the expeliare spell from Harry Potter and hope that he will disappear in a puff of smoke, back to his boring house with the white walls, the polished parquet and the le Corbusier chaise longue that looks so elegant but is impossible to sit on.Even the floors are painted white and there are no rugs to absorb the sound so that the house constantly echoes to the sound of people moving around. There are no curtains, so you can see the bones of the house, as he puts it, ...