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Oh, Mrs. Dillon, sweetie pie, the telephone is ringing! You better pick it up before the carolers start singing. It’s Mr. Dillon, fat and proud, and he’s got you a present. Now he is calling to also provide a Christmas message. He’s saying, “Merry Christmas, darling, from your one and only. I’m happy to be seeing you tonight, or I’d be lonely.” Oh, Mrs. Dillon, sweetie pie, no need to make a fuss. We’re happy to let you go home – a Christmas gift from us!
By Belinda Roddie URL on 12.22.2017
ringing bells mean an angel gets its wings, according to that old movie. But did you ever stop to think how many wings that angel must have? Sprouting from everywhere, even its face and eyeballs? I bet that angel just wants it to be over with but bells keep ringing and wings are sprouting from the wings and from between its toes…
By lbrygk on 12.22.2017
I think of a bell. A church bell, I guess. One that has a really low ring, like the one you’d hear from a cathedral. Reminds me a little bit of Hunchback of Notre Dame. Swinging from a rope, swinging from rafters.
By EvanHuck URL on 12.22.2017
Around the streets nightclub door were closing and the few remaining clubbers were stumbling 8nto the streets singing in tune with the ringing in their ears. The few that there were managed to fill the f7rdged night air with sound like alcohol.
By Flyderkov URL on 12.23.2017
“I’ll be home for Christmas, you can plan on me…” This is the 63rd time I’ve heard this song today.
I’ve been counting.
“Please have snow,. And mistletoe…” I know because I’ve been here, on this yellow pleather, for 10 hours, going on 11. “and presents on the tree… Christmas Eve will find me, where the love light gleams.” Incheon, maybe, but for now I’m not convinced I’m not just leaving it here.
I’ll be home for Christmas, if only in my dreams
By mistyfizz URL on 12.23.2017
As the bells pealed over the streets, she felt her heart swing in time to each ring. She felt like she could float.
By Bridget Grace URL on 12.23.2017
The ringing in her ears wouldn’t stop. Her knees began to go weak, the room became dark, she felt cold. She fell. That was it.
By Lena URL on 12.23.2017
It was a phone call that ended it all.
Not because we broke up over a phone conversation. It was different.
My rington “Into Deep” from Sum41 that I used ever since high school, disturbed our daily life. I’ve been waiting for the call and here it was. I immediatly recognized the caller ID and picked up. You looked up confused at me when I left the room, but you stayed behind.
When I returned, you simply looked at me questioningly. I nodded.
You inhaled with a slo nod and turned around.
I got the job.
And I would be leaving you and our life within a month.
By orangefish2 URL on 12.23.2017
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