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Decisions, decisions
God cleared his throat. Down on earth, a volcano erupted.“Pete, drop what you're doing and come over here,” he boomed. God was wearing a white lab coat that didn’t quite close over his portly frame and peering intently into a large vat. "Tell me what you think of this new animal I’ve created."St. Peter yawned and stretched his arms over his head. “Sure, why not? It’s pretty quiet at the Pearly Gates right now - not many new admissions arriving these days.”He closed his registry, put his feathered pen in its inkpot, and floated over to the adjoining cloud. Scratching his bearded chin, he stared...
Have a Wonderful Day!
"Well that's certainly... different, Mr. Steinhommer."I sneer. "If I desired to hear that, Mr. Beans, I would've simply delved deep into the incomparably high intelligence that my brain provides." Is this rude? Yes. Is it necessary? Yes. Absolutely, stop asking such insolent questions."Intelligent or paranoid?" my ape of a therapist replies flatly. "I have found verifiable evidence that you have shown to have jumped the gun on certain matters such as this one." Jumped the gun? I think. How delightfully pedestrian. But I decide to stifle these thoughts. "If I may be so bold to ask, " I say, "wh...
Fat Chance As a Stripper
Ginny fell in love with a dragon. His name was Harry. He was a gorgeous dragon born under the star sign of Aries. This crackling combination of eastern and western astrology rendered the raw energy of Aries and the Dragons cocky pluck into a beautiful concoction that Ginny was unable to resist. Harry’s burning desire to get ahead in life seemed to colour every stone his dragon nature overturned. When he set about to achieve something, he did so ruthlessly.Like many Aries /Dragons, he was both crafty, and devious. He was so self-confident of his abilities to charm that before Ginny even realize...
Hungry spirit
Misha returned home, one late evening, to find her living room window broken, shattered glass scattered on the floor. Immediately, she picked up a dustpan and broom, collected the shards of glasses and threw them away. The open window left her unsettled. Her flat was on the ground floor and as such, any person could lwww.onedoor.ccaunch themselves, into the flat by simply hoisting themselves up through the window. Misha was a paranoid person at heart, and after cleaning the shards she immediately called for the window to be fixed. But unfortunate as she was, the window won't be fixed until the next day. So...