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THE ‘GACO’ AND THwww.onedoor.ccE CURSE
It was sunny and the sun shone directly over my head as a huge shadow appeared over me. Looking up I gasped as a dog-like bird, I mean, it had wings but looked more like a dog as it had ears, a tail and innocent eyes. It was flying effortlessly with such a heavy body. It slowed down and flapped its wings almost on my trembling shoulder and whispered, “I am a wishing GACO, get on, I can tek you anywer” “Are you going to give me an air ride, but why do you have---““Get on fast”I g...
A Memory
A Memory“Why do you keep talking to me?”“Because you let me in.”“There are others who would want to hear from you besides me.”“Do you think you’re so special that I only talk to you?”“So, I’m not special.”“I didn’t say that. You know how special you are to me.”“You mean were.”“No. I mean are. Nothing has changed that.”“You’ve got to be kidding. How can you say that? Something has definitely changed.”“Stop being your usual concrete sequential self. I told you that you were special to me. Take that and just be satisfied with it for a change.”“But why now? After all these years? I always wanted t...
Friendship is Magic
Sonam knew the rainbow sparkle glitter would be important, he just didn't know how.He put the small jar in his bag to add to his costume later. He looked at himself critically in the mirror. For a man dressed up like a cartoon pegasus, he thought he looked good. To the light-blue pajama onesie he had added a rainbow-colored mohawk, a rainbow tail and gossamer wings, slightly off center. He spun slightly to look at the cutie mark, the rainbow colored lighting bolt. The costume was tight across his wide chest, and bagged around his short arms and legs. “Nothing I can do about that, but I can fix...
MORAL DILEMMA
Bruce was the one to raise the alarm by refusing to come back to either of the girls despite their whistles, shouts and offers of treats. He had scarpered as was his norm the moment they had let him off the lead, but usually he did not stray too far or for too long. By the sound of it, he was down by the river below the footpath.“You’d better go and get him Liz,” ordered Sara, “He’s your dog.”Exasperated, Liz stared at the steep embankment, wondering where best to begin her descent. No longer white and powdery, the old, crystalized snow was currently a grubby shade of brown, speckled with fall...