Two of a Kind_ Break-In at The Sweet Shop_Sand Below Me_Autism Speaks
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Two of a Kind
During a shopping trip for last minute supplies a young woman began to double over with sharp pains. Dismissing these as false contractions she continued to push the empty cart through the isles. Again she was crippled with the worst pain that she's ever felt in her life. Her swollen feet began to slip from beneath her. She grasped for the shopping cart handle instinctively expecting the wowww.onedoor.ccrst, but before she could fall a young man swooped her into his arms. For a brief moment she got lost in his brown eyes. His dark brown hair shimmered in the dim halo from the overhead light. Speechless she ...
Break-In at The Sweet Shop
Abby emerged from the warmth of her SUV and hustled across the sidewalk to the Sweet Shop bakery. The door was heavy and icy cold to the touch. Abby struggled to hang on to the handle against the fierce wind. Once inside the bakery her nose was met with the most intoxicating scents. Everything from sugary donuts to fresh baked breads. Each one smelt better than next. Abby stepped toward the glass display cases. The aroma was heavenly. A tall slender girl appeared from the back room holding a long metal tray full of gigantic cookies. She wore a white apron over her clothes which appeared to h...
Sand Below Me
I never gave much thought to finding love, sitting in the heat on the beach, and seeing the most beautiful place in the world . I live in one of the coldest places in the world. There is barely any sun, all of the water is frozen, and no green, just white just snow. My name is Aaliyah and I have never been in the heat. Never seen the waves crash onto the hot sand. Never had my heart glow when I see someone. Until now, I am on my way to Jacksonville, Florida. My mother decided she wanted a change and so did I. One of my favorite dreams I had was the dreams where I was on a beach. As we landed, ...
Autism Speaks
CW: sexual content In the middle of the night. A little boy looks out the airport window at the falling snowflakes, parachuting down at a steady pace, which adds to the illusion of a white Christmas; just around the corner, less than 76 hours out, within reach. He watches fast approaching headlights grow brighter before a four vehicle convoy stops on the taxiway. In less than fifteen minutes the locomotives disappear, scrambling in all four directions, unaware of by most. Some might have turned a blind eye. In those brief moments the child witnessed a well dressed man step out one of the large...