2023, the Year of Decluttering, Tech, and Strong Relationships_THE DAY THE RABBIT DIED_Murder Myster
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2023, the Year of Decluttering, Tech, and Strong Relationships
I stumbled through the past year listening to podcasts, watching Youtube videos, and reading self-help books in order to try to improve my relationships and my clutter problem. "Try" being the operative word. So, this year, I am announcing some self-improvement goals. Many of those goals involve the resolution to not do like in normal years and gain or hoard possessions This year instead I will also be more conscious of building relationships in addition to improving my technology use.First, my decluttering-possessions goals this year: I resolve to not purchase any more Christmas decorations ...
THE DAY THE RABBIT DIED
Mom and Dad:I have been thinking about what you said and I want to present my argument to you in writing so I don’t miss any of the points that I think are really important. I know I’m only 12 but I believe what I’m arguing is right and I hope you see that.I am the youngest in this family and I’ve only had 12 years of Easter baskets. That means that Rick and Robby have had many more years of Easter baskets than I will. It’s not fair to just cut off Easter baskets and then I get gypped because Dad thinks we’re too old. I’m not. No one asked me what I thought. Why can’t I have two or three more?...
Murder Mystery Party
"Good evening Mrs. Pinkerton! What a lovely dress you have on tonight," exclaimed Councilman Point Dexter."Oh, why thank you!" Mrs. Pinkerton giggled as she sat at the dining table. "Don't inflate her ego," said Mr. Pinkerton, sitting beside his wife. "Hush now, Sandy. She looks gorgeous!" Ms. Bearington sat across from them, twirling the bracelet on her wrist. They were interrupted by a deep voice, "Good evening, everyone!"Everyone included the Pinkertons, Councilman Dexter, Ms. Bearington, Mr. Cat, and Mrs. Doodle. They were all middle school friends, years and years back. The host, Mr. F'uh...
Tough Times at the Halloween House Party
Tough Times at the Halloween House PartyThe moon was down and out for the count as Eddie cruised down the road towards a party he wasn’t sure he wanted to go to. A bottle of Gray Goose rode shotgun with him, buckled in with a seatbelt to boot. Eddie wasn’t an admirer of vodka himself, but the drink was a crowd-pleaser and a free gift from his cousin; so nothing gained, and nothing lost. When he was about five minutes away from his destination, a black cat leapt into the glow of Eddie’s headlights, prompting him to slam the brakes.“Shit!” Eddie yelped, grateful that he had decided to buckle up ...