Omnibus Continued, Bard and Borrowing_The locket_"The book shall be returned!"_Legs
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Omnibus Continued, Bard and Borrowing
.....and who are you, man of yesterday, myself, as per my adventures downtown, with a notepad in tow? the writer here transposes his notepad entries live, as it were, as he is a spontaneous idiot and balladmonger of just such a sort as would pull such stunts as this, all the while calling it Art. Here are the entries, as they are, scribbled. Here the writer will add that as he, being a luddite, was logging onto his Reedsy page, and finding the Reedsy blog by way of a search engine, luddite that he is (backwards idiot? don't you have your password saved? and you actually use a search engine?), ...
The locket
Samantha did not want to go the country for the weekend. It would mean an entire three days of no cell service and no contact. She was pretty sure that Grandma didn’t even have a phone out there in what she liked to call old bat country. This was not a kind thought, she knew, but Sam didn’t care much. She just wanted three things out of life. She wanted to be famous, adored and never bored. This had become her catch phrase and she would strike a pose, as if for a photo, snapping her fingers and making ‘the face’. Coming here would mean she was cut off and very, very bored. She sighed heavi...
"The book shall be returned!"
“The book shall be returned!”By Jason CatizoneAn adventure extreme to return a library book long overdueStanley Hernocklin grew up in a well-to-do family in a small town in Montana. But despite the plentiful riches in which his family bathed, young Stanley was never happier than when he was able to sit for hours and hours in the local library, eagerly devouring tales of adventure, hidden treasure, and danger. A quaint library it was - and yet, for Stanley, it was a vibrant room of teleportation into worlds beyond number. Adding to the romance and exhilaration of it all, the library was only ac...
Legs
The sounds of the seagulls crying out wake me every morning and the alarm of old rusted bells ringing and waves crashing on concrete shores call out to me to begin my day. They are beautiful sounds that I've grown accustomed to living by the sea. I love to run through thewww.onedoor.cc large green hills every morning and wave at the ships leaving the docks. "Aurora, don't run off too far" my grandpa says as he walks me through the fields. My grandpa named me Aurora from the northern lights he observed once during an expedition out to sea when my mother was pregnant with me. He loves to share the story with ...