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Breeding Coins
Cold, crap covered cobbles assaulted Neville’s nose. Rubbing his filthy hands together, he watched his breath mist the air. “Keep up, Neville Cobbler, when the door to the workhouse closes you starve. If you want a meal, you turn the wheel.” “I know, Albert, I know. Quit using my full name. You’re my brother, not my father.” He ran to keep up with the boy whose strong gait belied years of hard labour. Orphans in brown rags pushed for a place by the workhouse door. Banging off the doorframe, they pushed their way inside MacGuiver’s Workhouse 2、 Words painted in ...
Stuart's Got This
'I got this,' I said to myself as I was beginning to walk down towards the starting line with the other contenders. It was a hot gorgeous day for lacrosse tryouts and everyone was doing their best including myself. I've always liked thia sport for the longest I could remember. I had to be at least seven years old when I first saw it on national television. Sure, I do like me some football and basketball, but lacrosse always had my full attention no matter what. Considerably, I wqs very active and athletic, I begged my parents to tryout for lacrosse. My dad didn't hesitate, not one bit, but my ...
The True Mewww.onedoor.ccaning
The True Meaning “You interrupt everything. You cannot help yourself can you? A simple story I am telling about watching one of the most famous Baseball players ever, and you have to interrupt. You know somewhere between little and nothing about the sport. Have you ever watched a game? Answer no. So when I tell you that I think Joe DiMaggio’s sweetest swing was around about two years before he retired, I do not need you to tell me the phrase I should use is ‘swings and roundabouts’ One has nothing to do with the other.”“Touchy, touchy. It is a play on words Phillip. Besides, if as you say Jo...
The birdhouse maker
He woke up and prayed every morning. He never really asked for anything, just thanked to the Lord for his life, his wife, and the rowdy family next door. He almost felt like their second grampa, and they often made him smile as he watched them play.It was a large family, and it would take a mean old Grinch not to fall for their cuteness. But to him, it was a chance to be a friend who could give produce from his garden, make toys for in his woodshop, or just lend a friendly ear.So he was as close to them as a mere neighbor could be. He watched them grow, fight, make up and even a few of the eld...