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12) Of course even a cat could have a bad day. Each and every day she would bask in the morning sun as it peered through the front pallor widow and lit up a square of green carpet that traveled across the room and finally up the back wall. After the sun had made its inspection of the room she would stretch...
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11) She was a beauty. Fine features, Long Hair. The way the beauty of her body
matched the sharp intelligence and compassion in her mind could not possibly
be topped, and if it were possible one would still have to think twice on
account of her brunette hair and green eyes. She possessed a rare beauty, the
kind that would pit man...
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10) Certainly tonight the death would come. He had felt it many nights before.
Surprisingly more in his youth. As he matured the fear grew less. Oddly enough when the fear resided so did the frequency. This poised an interesting question. Was fear brought on by the death or death brought on by the fear. It would seem to him that at...
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chloe:
Thank you for the sweet comment on my new set! kiss
dinah:
and sometimes, fear of death can be just as formidable as the drawing of breath.
thanks for your comment. You're a lovely writer. blush
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9) She always had a tremendous imagination, a gift for fantasy. As a little
girl it was enchanting to watch her. All her dolls around her tiny tea table,
a four-year-old mother of five. Later that evening after tea she and her toy riding pony dashed into battle. Such a gift for a child to be emersed into such a fantastical world....
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8) Neither one of them was bothered about the fact that life was just a dream.
The part that got under they're skin was the viewing. The awareness factor he
called it. She called it the shakes. To be experiencing a dream within the
dream state is bliss but to watch the dream aware of its every movement, that
was the nightmare....
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saraphine:
That was such a great comment! That song makes me melt...Who are you?? love
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7) She wasn't the most agreeable woman but being with her sure as hell beat
being alone. Of course when he got on in years he realized in a flipped
situation he probably wasn't the most adoring person himself. On the other
hand it's nice for things to be nice. Now to what degree of niceness depends
on the woman and himself...
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6) He wasn't dishonest nor would he ever do wrong by another. He just could never bring himself to pay his debts. Not debts to friends or relatives debts to hospitals phone companies, credit cards things like that. He always harbored a bit of resentment toward those institutions. In a way he felt they were indebted to him. The way those companies...
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rosanne:
Simily, there are things that are far more important than the nice houses and fancy schools...how cliche', I know. To realize that there are things that must be done, things that require your time, like mowing the lawn or visiting the doctor when in grave need demostrate a true ambition to live. skull or die.
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5) As an only child she spent lots of time alone. She could easily entertain herself with a hairbrush and a length of string. She either received every ounce of attention or was left totally alone. Not in a bad way mind you. Just in the way it was. A childhood never is, it always was. In the early days, youth. Life...
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4) How quickly it had all passed by yet they seemed to be moving so slow. No children no home not even a pet. Perfect. For them. At last that's what they thought. They had there moments of doubt, the what ifs, What if we had a house? A Suzy or a Billy, a dog or a cat? But in those moments...
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3) Could it be possible that this was all a big mistake? The blood on his
fingers had dried and crusted. A chalk like substance filled the corners of his mouth. Driving into the rising sun kept his eyes from closing. The
previous night's events raced through his mind faster than the car could
drive. He tried to convince himself that he...
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