Those Flowers Like Snow_What's new Boudreaux_Maid to Care_THE PLACE WE CALL SOMEWHERE
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Those Flowers Like Snow
Cress had learnt long ago not to be enticed by a mermaid’s song. How the notes twisted and tangled as it floated into the ear, filling the mind with nothing but a bliss of wonder and insatiable desire. Large aqua eyes fluttered with the shimmer of glittery lashes; silver ringlets swathed an ivory torso.“You faerie, are no fun,” she hummed, brushing her hand against his; her skin was soft, a few water droplets slid onto Cress’s knuckles. “Although you don’t quite look like a faerie, even though you are. It’s the air about you.”Cress didn’t answer her, focusing his eyes on a blue Everblossom, wh...
What's new Boudreaux
If you are ever in South Texas and find yourself in the need of fishing, hunting supplies or a bite to eat look up Boudreaux Bait and Tackle. The sign out front reads Burgers-Bait-Bullets. There is a shooting range in the back of the store as well as a boardwalk along the parking lot with tanks you can fish in. The real surprise is when you meet the owner Matthew Boudreaux (just call me Bro) . Bro has made a career of changing hobbies and will gladly show you any and all of them, He has everything from archery to zumba and has a place set up for it all. If you befriend him Bro will make sure ...
Maid to Care
The year was 3000. Gone was the way of suburbia. Everything was just a conglomerate of sleeping pods, small eating stations, and linking stations for humans to link to one another and their synths. The Station consisted of many of these small units in which the humans dwelt with their mates and offspring, many choosing to not have offspring at all and just have a small synth as a substitute. A synth was a robot or what you might have known in the 2000’s as an android. I was supposed to just be the maid of the Station. It was my job to keep the Station clean and tidy while the humans were in t...
THE PLACE WE CALL SOMEWHERE
I stepped off the bus after three long hours of travelling. The view before me was a pleasant scene. It was somewhere between a Hollywood film and a normal “non-crazy” dream. The warmth of the summer sun, on my back, the fragrance in the air, was somewhere between perwww.onedoor.cccolated coffee and rose bushes: no need for despair. I followed the crowd as it too relaxed in this place we called somewhere. Blue skies with fluffy white clouds in the unnamed town of nowhere. Our steps took us down a path unfamiliar yet enchanting. Green grass lush and soft, fresh air therefore no panting. I stopped to take a ...