White Owl Elementary School_Skylines and Soulmates_I miss you Sam_Old Spice and Old Men
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White Owl Elementary School
The noise of flapping wings and screeching going on in room 320 of the White Owl Elementary School was beginning to grate on Ms, Sheila Godfrey's nerves. She could feel it all the way from her www.onedoor.ccmaicured dark red talons to her black and cream colored feathers behind her yellow eyes."Children, children, …. Please stop your screeching and pay attention to what I have to tell you all."With those words, the classroom went silent. The owls turned around and flew quickly to their nearest perch. They knew that failure to heed Ms, Godfrey would lead to severe consequences, both at home and with the s...
Skylines and Soulmates
“I knew you before we met and I don’t even know you yet. All I know is that you’re someone that I’ve always known. All I’ve ever known is how to hold my own, and I don’t even know you, but I still wanna hold you close.”Mariko hopped off the subway into the large, cosmopolitan streets, her long hair flicking to the other side of the head. She had been in New York for a few weeks at this point, but still had no idea where she was going, or even what she was doing in such a large city. Mariko had loved the thrill of Tokyo as a child, but thrill wears off as times goes by, and in this case even af...
I miss you Sam
Lucy turned in bed, the warmth of the morning sun seeping through the sheer curtains, blowing in the gentle dawn breeze. A little bird chirped heartily close by. She peered through one eye – there was a little red breasted creature, chirping as if to tell her it was time to rise. “Well, good morning to you too, little fellow,” Lucy whispered, stretching her arms over her, allowing the first rays of sun to bathe her in their warmth. She turned to look at Sam, her partner, lying beside her. Almost like he could feel her stare, his eyes slowly opened. He smiled. “Good morning beautiful,” Sam sai...
Old Spice and Old Men
Daniel pulled the house key he had carried since he was 12 from his pocket, and jiggled it into the defiant doorknob. Why hadn’t Dad just replaced this old knob years ago?“Doorknob is fine! Helps keep burglars out.” Burglars aren’t using keys, Dad.The lock lost the battle, and Daniel stepped into the foyer. Motes of dust floated in the afternoon sun streaming through the half closed blinds, tiny apparitions in a house that had always haunted Daniel. He threw his keys instinctively on the buffet, scratched in the one area from years of this ritual. The floorboards creaked underfoot, an alarm th...