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The purse lay open on the floor it’s contents flowing out. Who did it belong to? Why was it on Jonah’s floor? Where was Jonah?
» Posted By Becky On 04.01.2009 @ 3:26 pm
It was hard to tell if the offer was on the level. It seemed impossible that I could make that kind of money with so little investment. I really wanted time to think it over. Should I or shouldn’t I? I needed to think.
» Posted By becky On 03.31.2009 @ 3:22 pm
She gasped when she saw the bracelet. It was identical to the one her father had given her. How could this stranger possibly have a one of a kind bracelet? Who was she? What did she have to do with her father?
» Posted By becky On 03.30.2009 @ 4:44 pm
The beloved father was being laid to rest. Little did anyone suspect the trouble that would follow when the lawyer read the will. Father had left all his worldly goods to the nurse who had cared for him.
» Posted By becky On 03.28.2009 @ 12:42 pm
The shampoo was on the counter, the shower was running and she was standing there with water running down her body. Drat! She would have to drip across the room to get the shampoo.
» Posted By becky On 03.27.2009 @ 3:46 pm
The subway was crowded. There was no place to move. The body sweat was a stench beyond description. Here he was in the middle of the masses.
» Posted By Becky On 03.25.2009 @ 4:35 pm
The crime scene tape waved like a flag as I drove up. I would have to weave my way through the crowd just to get close. Wonder what it was this time.
» Posted By becky On 03.23.2009 @ 6:35 pm
Maybe there would be a reward. He’d hike to the local police station and see what they had to say. No one left this kind of money lying around. In this town, no one had that kind of money.
» Posted By becky On 03.22.2009 @ 4:21 pm
The light glowed in the window. It was the only thing visible in the storm. If she could only make it to the light she’d be safe. She had to keep walking. The baby on her back wiggled.
» Posted By becky On 03.20.2009 @ 2:41 pm
The grid was supposed to show where the property was located. Why can’t I find it? Did the numbers get put on the grid wrong? The GPS cannot find it either.
» Posted By becky On 03.19.2009 @ 6:46 pm
The door was locked. How was I going to get out? Why was I trapped in this room? What was going on? I know this is a nightmare. I’ll wake up soon. Why can’t I wake up? Help!!!
» Posted By becky On 03.17.2009 @ 5:42 pm
The code had to be specific. Any error and we would be dust. There was no second guessing. I held my breath as I punched in the numbers. Would they be right? I could only hope.
» Posted By becky On 03.15.2009 @ 1:12 pm
Eye’s wide she stares into the middle distance, startled and frighten, her ringed tail swishes…
» Posted By Becky On 03.14.2009 @ 12:37 pm
I was startled by the sound. It was a cross between thunder and a car crash. I’d been dozing in my chair. I got up to see what the problem was. To my surprise a young man covered in blood was wandering dazed in the street.
» Posted By becky On 03.13.2009 @ 7:06 pm
Sixteen, the best age in the world. I can date. Wonder who will ask me out first. I can get my driver’s license. Let me think what kind of car dot I want. Sixteen, I can live forever.
» Posted By Becky On 03.11.2009 @ 5:13 pm
I looked under the bed, under the sink, even under the sofa, but I could not find my keys. I was already running late and had a big meeting first thing. Today was not going to be a good day. Things were out of my control.
» Posted By Becky On 03.10.2009 @ 6:20 pm
I believe in magic. Any magic. The magic of a babies smile, fairies in the garden, or just the magic of life. Do you believe in magic? Is there magic in your life?
» Posted By Becky On 03.09.2009 @ 4:02 pm
It keeps you warm it is pretty and decorative. It can be hand knitted or even crocheted. You can put it around your neck or even over your head and nose.
» Posted By Becky On 07.18.2008 @ 9:11 am
Her scarf blew in the wind echoing her hair and skirt. The bright colors kaleidescoped, flowing in and out, metallic threads glinting in the sun. Her face reflected the color – bright, smiling, colorful..
» Posted By Becky On 07.17.2008 @ 9:49 am
neck, tie, pretty,easy to wear, protective, wool, silk,
» Posted By Becky On 07.17.2008 @ 8:13 am
as the cop pulled me over i suddenly paniced because i knew i was going to jail. as the cop pulled me out of the car i resist the arrest and went to the ground.
» Posted By becky On 09.19.2009 @ 10:11 pm
There were three tours ready to start. The first was full of children, the second full of housewives. The third was full of people who’d never make it out. Their guide was an older man, someone who knew they’d fit the profile. Someone who knew if he didn’t deliver these sacrificial lambs, that he’d be next. As he guided them into the piny woods, he felt a moment’s guilt.
» Posted By Becky On 09.18.2009 @ 10:16 am
You use a paintbrush to paint images in paint. There are various types of paint including oils, watercolours and gouache. A paint brush could also be used as an amusing tickle device.
» Posted By Becky On 09.18.2009 @ 8:20 am
Emotive, don’t you think? We have all broken something, a toy, a person, a society…
» Posted By Becky On 12.20.2008 @ 3:10 am
Stay still and don’t move. He put the gun up to my head and told me to be very careful and not make any sudden movement. At first I was very confused, but then I realized that I was being held captive.
» Posted By Becky On 11.25.2008 @ 8:40 am
I held on to his hand whilst he dragged me through the forest. It was dark I was wet and tierd ‘surely this could have waited till the morning’ I thought to myself then I saw the grave and my whole body went numb.
» Posted By Becky On 11.21.2008 @ 10:59 am
a place where things live
environment the lovely environment
frogs trees plants rivers ponds lakes and things of the forest where deers and lots of lovely little furry animals and amphibians live,
habitaty places remind me of frogs.
» Posted By becky On 08.25.2009 @ 2:11 am
I went to the gym this morning. This guy keeps trying to talk to me. Why do I always attract the weirdos? He’s awful and he wears black socks. For some reason that really bugs me. It always smells like s
» Posted By Becky On 08.22.2009 @ 2:00 pm
the course of this life I have lived has been tumultuous….and I would change a thing
» Posted By becky On 08.16.2009 @ 11:33 am
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Yes, I think I shall!
» Posted By Becky On 08.01.2009 @ 5:41 pm