My Afterlife_Judging a book by its cover? NEVER!_A Letter From Mosby_Only I Could Ruin My Wedding
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My Afterlife
You would think that after a lifetime of working hard that I would finally get a chance to rest once I'm dead. Well things don't always go as expected. Like my life or I should say my past life. I didn't expect to die at 34 alone in my office from a damn heart attack. I was healthy enough to you know live a little longer at least. But now I'm stuck here in what they call "limbo" giving therapy sessions to restless souls so that they may have the chance to move on or go into the light. I was told that by doing this I will learn the reason of why I'm still here. In all honesty, I donwww.onedoor.cc't think I'm...
Judging a book by its cover? NEVER!
Never thought I was to bump into a special character that will inspire one of social channels creation. Because of his special character- not his looks, I totally overlook the fact that - to never judge the book by its cover.He was a mix of Garfield and a peculiar character. I decided to call him GRUMPFIELD, because his expression.Grumpy…. All the time?Cats are lovable, cuddling, playful, everything you could imagine about a cat….But….Why honey? Why that putty face?…..At early age, his character was always the quiet type of guy, cool, laid-down-to-earth type of guy. I found him one day riding ...
A Letter From Mosby
To Whom It May Concern,My name is Mosby and I’m a dog—or more specifically—I am a miniature schnauzer and I need your help. I’ve never written a letter before. In fact, I don’t know if any dog has ever written a letter before, but you see, this is very important so I hope you'll understand.Before I go into specifics, I guess I should tell you a little about myself. I was born in 2011, two days before Halloween, on a farm in central Virginia. I don’t remember much about the farm because that was a long time ago and I was really young at the time. What I do remember is I was part of a litter of ...
Only I Could Ruin My Wedding
Today was the wedding day and I was not going to let anyone ruin it for me. It began with me awakening from my sleepover at Krissy’s, my maid of honor’s, house. Though I was nauseous and headachy from the few drinks the night before, I could still manage. I was determined to manage. The excitement was unbearable.Terri, another of my bridesmaids, made scrambled eggs riddled with broken shell pieces. It was delicious. Terri decided to take this opportunity, with just the two of us awake so far, to warn me.“Sherry, you know how your Auggie used to go out with Krissy?”“That was a long time ago....