The girl with the treats_Fantastic Voyages of the World_The Frying Pan_The Afters
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The girl with the treats
I was born. There were a lot of people around me. They are watching and smiling. They looked at me for 5 minutes and left. The only person who stayed was the girl. What she is trying to do? She is still looking at me? Really, what you want from me? She is waving her hands. LOL. What I have to do? Hope she knows that we cannot wave back? What are you waiting for, I cannot shake your hand. She is still waving. Oh my God. I am not blind. Are you waiting for reply? She said 'such a cute calf. I am seeing such a beautiful baby cow for the first time'. Thank you. I was happy www.onedoor.ccto hear that. I am the s...
Fantastic Voyages of the World
Time is a seamstress. She stitches importance into the otherwise mundane. Coffee shops on our favorite street, the bridge where we had our first kiss, and in my case, a book that my grandpa read me on his knee. It was always the calm quiet during a loud thunderstorm or a nice way of passing a summer afternoon. As the years turned into double digits, however, those stories took on a new shape, a new importance.Shame on me, I let the book fall into disrepair and neglect. The cover was coated with dust, but in my mind’s eye, the stories shone brilliantly like the book was fresh off the shelf. Ev...
The Frying Pan
Jon hated walking around Goodwill. It smelled weird, the lights were always flickering, and nothing was ever quite as it seemed. The book his girlfriend, Carly, held in her hands was a perfect example. The spine was in perfect condition, so when you saw it you got excited and quickly pulled it from the shelf, just to find that the corners were torn and someone had written all over the title page. Carly didn’t seem to mind, though. She wasn’t much shorter than Jon, which allowed him to peer comfortably over her shoulder at the sad excuse for a book. He brushed a length of her blonde hair to t...
The Afters
"It's mine, and you ... can't .. have it!"The cup of blood slipped from Mystic's hands and hurled itself into the air. It was one of those moments that's freeze-framed. Record-scratched. Suddenly I was no longer wrestling her for it. In this extended scene in my mind, I'm able to walk up to the two of us dueling it out on the linoleum, Mystic's arm outstretched to choke me while I bat her away. I push my own arm to the side and move hers so that it looks like she's going to town on some giant booger. Idiot. I easily grab the suspended cup and collect each airborne drop of liquid gold so that t...