Kitty and the Wind_Charlotte Sometimes_Persistant Love_Pirouette
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Kitty and the Wind
You can call me Kit, or Kitty, or K. Just don’t call me Kate, or Katey like my mom tries to call me because she thinks it is so “ladylike” and “proper”. It’s Kitty with my friends, and I think that we are going to be very friendly when I tell you my story.So, nothing happens in my town. We live near the ocean and it is colder than cold after November, so when we have Christmas or New Year’s Day, we gotta stay inside and keep the fireplace full of driftwood or whatever scraps we can grab from the lumberyard my dad works at (he always worries that we won’t have enough to keep our place warm for ...
Charlotte Sometimes
“Parapsychology and Christianity are basically the same thing. Well, parapsychology and any religion are more alike than you could imagine. This might even be why they call it the “Holy Ghost’.” Cullen was energetic in his delivery of his newest hobby. He swore that this was more than a hobby. It was a passion. A passion that he spent six hundred dollars and the better part of a year to get a supposed degree from Thomas Francis University, including a certification in Paranormal Investigations. And he had been my best friend since second grade. “That’s why I think you would make a great partn...
Persistant Love
“Hey, Sophie, can I ask you something?” “Yeah, but I can’t promise I won’t be mad,” Sophie said teasingly. She turned around to look at Andrew and almost dropped the sugar cookie she was eating. Andrew, on one knee and holding out a tiny velvet cased box, forced a confident smile. “I really hope you won’t be mad,” he joked, but anyone looking into his eyes could see the unrestrained panic and fear within him. Sophie said nothing. She stood frozen in place. Her eyes darted back and forth between the tiny box and Andrew’s nervous face. When it was clear she had nothing to say, Andrew cleared ...
Pirouette
It takes a discerning eye to see the difference between ground and sky, to make out the thin horizon, to distinguish between the shades of white and off white and pale grey, to locate the subtle break where the frozen lake meets the snowy banks and then bleeds into the featureless, uninterruptwww.onedoor.cced clouds. The eye of someone who has grown up in northern Minnesota or some similar place where winter descends in late-September and holds tight until early-May, if you’re lucky. I used to be that person with that eye. Now I stand on the brink, disoriented and blinded, scared to step into the abyss.“Dad...