Mind-Reading...Seahorse?_Split Ends_THE PUDDLE DIPPERS_You made my day!
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Mind-Reading...Seahorse?
“-as FUCK,” she enunciated those last words, presumably to either piss me off, encourage me to end the session, or both. Of course, I knew that she was in fact trying to do all this, with an added desire of getting me to probe. Like the mind reading counsellor that I am, I do exactly that. “And why do you think that seahorses are…” I pause to squint my eyes, treading carefully, “magical as fuck?”Her own brown almond eyes widen slightly. She’s surprised that I would mirror the casual profanity of Gen Z, and she’s deciding whether my response is a trick, or if I’m actually a “lit” Boomer. If I’m...
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A muffled groan escaped from Harry’s mouth as he rolled out of bed. His long gown of fur now tangled in knots creating a ragged and unkempt appearance. “what harm” he thought as he caught a glimpse of his face in a window pane. The sun beamed through a stained-glass window of the town house he resided in, warming his back with a rainbow of light he lapped up his breakfast out of a rusty bowl. Harry stayed in this spot for awhile soaking up the heat like a sponge, all the other windows were covered with black out blinds but this one was allowed to do its job. Eventually he shuffled his way back...
THE PUDDLE DIPPERS
"Hi Dad, can you look after Arianne today for me? Work phoned. They want me to attend a conference as the boss has called www.onedoor.ccin sick.""Yes, no problem Vikki.""Great Dad. I'll be there in about thirty minutes? See you shortly." Vikki put the phone down, stood at the mirror, tidied her hair and checked her makeup."Are you ready, Arianne? Take your hiking boots with you. I'm sure Gran and Granddad will want to go for a walk in the woods.""Okay Mum. Won't be long."Ten minutes later eleven-year-old Arianne came skipping downstairs, her rucksack slung over one arm and the sleeve of her jacket dangling ...
You made my day!
With some considerable effort, Sakshi quietened the little Gollum's hiss of a voice inside of her, telling her to pick up the phone and call dad, agreeing to his proposal of her tying the knot with Ranjan. Not that she was any more in love with the Indian Superman, Vittal. Vittal had long since become a story of the past to her. Her sunken spirits spoke into disorganized and messy belongings strewn about everywhere in her house. Her bearing was rendered long since devoid of the former racing of the heart, the butterflies in the stomach, the adrenaline rush, the sweating, and the flushing of th...