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Leelee the Contented Dachshund Chocoholic Dog!
Leelee the Contented Dachshund Chocoholic Dog I base this story on my beloved dachshund Leelee. Her love for chocolate was more human than a dog. Leelee is long gone, but still holds a place in my heart. She loved anything chocolate. Leelee was a chocoholic dog.
By Brenda Fluharty5 years ago in Fiction
The Ladies of the Warehouse
“I’m glad you felt well enough to come,” Jimmy said as they stepped out into the cloudy summer heat that would never feel like Valentine’s Day to Kathy. “I’d have hated to have to look at Mrs. Blodgett laid out in there alone. What a bloody awful day for a funeral.”
By David A. Bede5 years ago in Fiction
The Book of Night
1 The street was quiet, for the most part, and the road that connected both ends of the river on either side was nearly empty of life for the only time in two decades. A dark matte painting, with perfectly angled lights buzzing out of the streetlamps, illuminating the asphalt a bright yellow. It was a very uncommon sight. The old city sirens were hidden in the dark, but just visible enough.
By Madonna Jinx Fitzroy Major5 years ago in Fiction
Love In Two Days
"This is the fifth date this week." Angie has been my best friend before I knew how to spell best friend. She knows me more than I know myself the majority of the time.
By teisha leshea5 years ago in Fiction
Private Investigations
Now, the dog. Buckley was what I got in place of a twin. I liked him much better actually because he was never grumpy like Stan, getting me in trouble like Rudy, crying over nothing like Corinne, or too busy to play like Calvin. So I thought I got a pretty good deal, all in all. The only catch was that Buckley sometimes wasn’t allowed in public places, and he wasn’t toilet-trained like my siblings.
By Olivia Hrubetz5 years ago in Fiction
Slices of Memories
The bell above the door chimed, as a jacketed well dress man entered the quiet diner. It would have been after the morning rush. He ran his hand through his blond hair, as he approached the uniformed middle-aged woman who turned to look at him
By Michael Lewis5 years ago in Fiction
Losstars
“Dear diary, My life has always been like any other royal before me, as far as the dresses, food, treatment, and of course living in the stone palace. However, its also been very lonely. Because of my wings, I was taken from my mother upon birth and raised by a governess instead. Even if you thought that wasn’t too bad, it gets worse. My father hates me, and has forced me to live in isolation, inside the highest tower of the palace my entire life. The only true blessings I can think of count up to a total of three: My governess, who has always been kind to me and treated me like her own, doting on me every chance she gets. My tower window, which allows me to see my floating city made of stone and all its people. And my birthdays, which are the only times I briefly get to see my mother, and the only time I receive anything from the outside world except for books, linens, and clothes. I have always loved my mother, even with how rarely we see each other, and she has always found little ways of showing me she loves me, even with our distance, so even though she’s never been a large presence in my life, she’s always been there and has constantly kept me in mind and heart, and I look forward to every time I get the chance to see her.
By BJaros5 years ago in Fiction
Flo, Otis, and the President's Desk
Mama Ravenwood was watching me closely with her small dark eyes that were set too close together in her stern, frown-lined face. The red beans were crunchy and seasoned with . . . dirt? . . . and the rice was watery.
By Patty Doak Tydings5 years ago in Fiction
I Spy
“I spy with my little eye something yellow”, said Jenny. The children are playing a game every kid loves called I spy. Jim is looking all over the yard to find something yellow. He sees so many things. There is the yellow stripe on the street, the yellow mailbox at the neighbors and the yellow flower box on the house. Jim is sure it can’t be the stripe on the road and Jenny cannot see the mailbox from where she is. He has one question he can use.
By Michael Maenle5 years ago in Fiction
Slice of Life
Adam was rudely awoken by the screeching of magpies from outside of his window. Despite his grogginess, he admired the magpies. Although they have the reputation of going after whatever shiny thing attracted their attention, they are entirely monogamous. They mate for life and once their partner dies, they remain alone until their own demise. Perhaps it is morbid, but it is a beautiful sentiment nonetheless.
By Ryan Appleyard5 years ago in Fiction
Chocolate cake miracle
It was a normal day. You went to work and when you got off work you went to your favorite restaurant. They have good food but what they are known for is their cakes. In particular their chocolate cake. Something unexpected happened on this trip. The cashier was really nice to you, and she slipped you, her number. You went in there for-chocolate cake and walked out with a phone number.
By Jeremy White5 years ago in Fiction
Disturbed Earth
I hate the pea shoots. I hate the tiny, feathery carrot tops. I hate the garlic sprouts. Looking at the tops of the radishes peeking out of the soil makes me want to sob into the dirt until I’ve salted everything and it all dies.
By Dane BH5 years ago in Fiction