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There it was again. A sound like a mouse trapped in the walls. I looked around the bed, behind the dresser. Tapped the walls and listened for signs of life. Nothing. No – there it was again. It must be outside. Through the house and around the roses and begonias, I traipse through the over long grass and peer beneath the lilacs. Covered in mud with a bleeding paw, is a tiny yellow dog. It’s mangy fur and floppy ears caked with filth. Two black eyes stare back at me with fear a low whimper comes from his throat.
» Posted By flowerpups On 02.10.2016 @ 7:51 am
Oh sure, I’d just gladly give up my place in the post office line for an ungrateful, narcissistic, no good, yellow-bellied, husband stealing, witch. Sure. Why not! That’s how I roll.
» Posted By flowerpups On 01.29.2016 @ 8:13 am
Green scales covered what could only use considered legs. Dark patches of fur dotted the upper torso of the beast, nay monster.
» Posted By flowerpups On 01.28.2016 @ 1:25 pm
Fog rose from the river. In the morning light the hazy atmosphere gave the cemetery an eerie embrace.
» Posted By flowerpups On 01.27.2016 @ 9:10 am
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When I first think of armor, I think of knights in shinning armor, but I think today, it’s the barriers we put up around ourselves to protect us from our baggage. Our past hurts. Our damage. Then I had to wonder, did I define this correct. Snark.
» Posted By flowerpups On 01.26.2016 @ 10:58 am