Deceptions_The Chocolate Coated Gun-Runner_An Echoing Bark_Change
Catalog Guide:
Deceptions
To my knowledge, as had been told to me by these noblemen, who I now know to be one Earl by the name of Lord Barnard, and a Lord Cybil, a wager had been placed, Upon which I was to play a large part. I was sat at a tawww.onedoor.ccble by my lonesome as usual and happened to overhear the nature of a conversation hosted by these two noblemen leaning themselves over the counter with small glasses of whiskey from which they did not drink much. They were dressed finer than any other man in the place, in fancy coats and dapper hats, carrying canes and watches engraved with initials. Out of place as they were...
The Chocolate Coated Gun-Runner
My first question is why they let me hold onto my laptop once I was locked in my cell. How am I supposed to type when there is nothing in here on which to rest my laptop except my lap. The only flat surface in here is a concrete slab - my bed. I had been working in this highly computerized company as a specialist engineer for about a year when the boss called me in and said, “We are sending you to Belgium, where there are experts working in the same field. You will be a member of a very exclusive Cyber team. You will be away for some months. You leave next Monday evening. You can fly home ever...
An Echoing Bark
When the frigid stranger entered my inn, the thump of snow-dusted paws swallowed our greetings. The patchy tan and white coat barreling toward me could belong to only one canine: my precious Dublin.“Burns, come’ere,” the man shouted from the door, but I was transfixed. I dropped to my knees, accepting enthusiastic tongue slaps on my face.Those familiar snorts took me out of the hearth-warmed great room and hurtled me back two years ago. The last time I saw Dublin, he was running for his life…“Sorry, ma’am,” the man said, pulling “his” dog and my memories away from me. “He doesn’t normally bomb...
Change
"Clarissa" was the name on the necklace she found while walking in the woods. How odd to think that she couldn't even find a bicyle license plate with her name on it! But here, her very own name appeared at the end of the delicate gold chain. It dangled between her fingers. She lovingly moved her fingers to trace each letter. She had always loved her name. Though obviously it was not common.This necklace piqued her curiousity. "What is she like?" She wondered to herself. "Is she like me?" A lover of nature, animals, and almost all humanity; Clarissa was amazed at the world all around her. This...