From Feral to Tame_Paper Violins_Roommate of the Hour_Daisies and Daffodils
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From Feral to Tame
I watch my human as the giant machine comes to a halt. Jesus Christ, is this over yet? I hate car rides and my belly feels like it was spliced open. My sense of being must have escaped throuwww.onedoor.ccgh my stomach because I feel fucking weird. My human lifts open the giant machine door. I look through the silver bars and smell the scent of hay, manure, honeysuckles, and the other familiar smells I have grown accustomed to in the past year. I am home! My human pinches the buttons on the outside of what appears to be a giant bathroom box cage (At least that is what I have been calling it since I have poo...
Paper Violins
Even the clouds churn with anticipation as the flock of musicians park their cars and race to the building, a scatter of raincoats and umbrellas bustling through the streets. There is only one evening of the year in which this orchestra’s esteemed reputation wrinkles, before a concertmaster must smother it over a handful of weeks after. City orchestras can be a nuisance. A timid smile paints Lucie’s lips as she greets each performer walking into the auditorium, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. A blanket has been cast over the crowd, diminishing the usual talkative nature of most. Lucie hop...
Roommate of the Hour
It wasn’t often that Anastasia walked to work. In fact, she couldn’t recall any other time she’d stepped out on her porch, saw the sunshine, and decided to enjoy the fresh air. Twenty minutes later, she stood in front of her office, staring up at the small black birds perched at one of the windows. She needed to go inside and clock in, but she wanted to cherish every second she wasn’t at home.As she strolled through the office’s revolving door, she pulled out her phone to see if Jenn had texted her yet. Nothing. She usually started blowing up Anastasia’s phone after fighting, but last night ha...
Daisies and Daffodils
The sky was gloomy. Not a good day for selling flowers. Or for a farmers market. Selia knew this when she arrived this morning. She had contemplated staying home, under her comfortable fleece blanket. Cuddled up with her small poodle, Gary. She had named him Gary because he reminded her of her grumpy Uncle Gary. Always barking and biting at people, except her. He loved to cuddle her, especially on cold and gloomy days. Yes, she had thought about staying home today. Something nagged at her, telling her to come and sell her flowers.“Selia, lovely day for a market,” Chris yells from his honey boo...