Special Pets_Footprints on the sands of time_Walking the Plank_Just Say It
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Special Pets
Every day, people walk into my cat shelter. Most of them visit in hopes of finding a furry companion to adopt and take home. Others show up asking to volunteer so they can spend time with the adorable little furballs. These people adore my cats so much that they never want to leave.and some of them never will.Every now and then a woman who I find absolutely fascinating walks in. Whether it’s because of her hair, her eyes, or the way she walks and talks. There is something about her that draws me in, and I refuse to let her leave.It’s the same old story all the time. The mesmerizing woman expre...
Footprints on the sands of time
The cold seemed to have seeped into my very bones. On other days, the snow would have made me reach out for my guitar and burst into song, Where is Mona? She’s long gone where is Mary? She’s taken her along But they haven’t put their mittens on And there’s fifteen feet of pure white snow? Where is Michael? Where is Mark? Where is Mathew? Now it’s getting dark … Whatever the meanings hidden in this song, I just love singing it, whether Nick Cave is talking of cocaine or some other drug, or trying to say that all earthlings are trapped under fifteen feet of snow, I just love the exub...
Walking the Plank
SJ, as she called herself, not Sarah Jane, as christened, finished working on the bank of computers in the Georgia Community Center Library. “All done. You shouldn’t have any trouble,” she told the librarian, an older woman with anxious gray eyes.“Thank you for coming.” The librarian fidgeted with the pen in her hand. “Ah,… I’d feel better if you wouldn’t mind sitting with me while I log in and check the system?” SJ felt the woman’s gray eyes wavering on her and forced a smile. Check, her supervisor had warned her not to expect the promotion until she’d improved her PR skills. The librarian s...
Just Say It
Start a story that begins with a character saying “Speak now.”“Speak now! Say it!”She didn’t know what she was supposed to say. “Say what I want to hear!” he sneered. Marsha and Joe had come to the park to listen to the band that came on at dusk. It was a popular place with all the high school kids and a place where many small bands became bigger names. Tonight was one of Marsha’s www.onedoor.ccfavorite bands, The Jetliners. Before coming into the park Marsha and Joe had both cracked a beer in the car and raced to see who could chug it fastest. They wanted to at least start the show with a buzz. After the b...