Marcy walked down the street with little Milly on her new pink leash. She was scheduled for her spay this coming Friday. Marcy hated to think about the pain that Milly would endure, but knew it was healthier to spay her; the vet said spaying cuts down the chance for cancer.
Milly loved walking on her leash. She was tiny but she acted like a big dog. It was when Brian walked around the corner with his mastiff, Jack, that Milly got so startled she jumped and then fell onto the grass, splayed out like a ragdoll puppy. She got up quickly but was terrified by Jack’s size. Marcy tried to calm Milly, telling her that both Brian and Jack were friends.
Marcy and Brian decided to walk the rest of the way back to the apartment complex together. They had been friends for years, meeting while they moved in on the same day four years ago. Marcy will never forget how Brian was carrying in a box of books when her old neighbor Ester started spraying him with the hose accidentally. She had been watering the flowers in front of the complex and Brian got in the way of the water flow.
Brian secretly wished he could ask Marcy out on a date but now that she had her new puppy, she would be busy. He could use the excuse of walking the dogs to spend time with her though!
They huddled behind the tree. Rumor had it that the old man that lived in the creepy house in the woods would take children, skin them, and eat them. Supposedly, he stay up all hours of the night writing down ideas of who to take next and where he should hunt for his next victims. Betsy and Samuel didn’t want to take the chance of being seen and being his next victims. They didn’t know if he had security cameras around his property.
Watching the light in the window, they couldn’t see any sort of movement. Wouldn’t he have to move around and then shadows would move and make the light seem like it was moving? Betsy held onto Samuel’s jacket. Samuel heard a stick crack a few feet from where they were crouching.
“Bets, did you hear that?”
“That twig snap. About ten feet away from my left shoulder.”
Yes, I went a bit crazy but thought it would be fun to find a bunch of “ch” words to make a little chapter. Sorry, couldn’t stop myself! Chuckle, chuckle…
Charlie wanted to chat with the Chaplin about the christening of his nephew, Christopher’s, new child. Charlie was in charge of changing anything that did not flow with the vibe of the chapel.
Charlie made a chart of the seating and checked with the Chaplin if any changes needed to be made, challenging only one of the Chaplin’s ideas. You see, Charlie thought that since the child was the charge of the day, the child should not be chided in any way, hence not putting him near other children.
I’ve been doing some serious thinking, since I have so much time on my hands and I have decided to let you know that I’m done. I’m done waiting for you to show up like you say you will. I’m done with it all.
As far as our relationship goes I would rather knock you down like a tower of children’s blocks than play this ridiculous game of cat and mouse with you. If you want to know the truth; everyone is sick of you.
Don’t bother leaving a note, I will be happy just to see you gone.
Medina walked into the office, stilettos clicking on the floor. She knew she was perfect for the part and was not going to let anyone, not anyone, stand in her way!
Upon entering she glanced around the modernly furnished office. Windows encased three sides of the room, making the room look enormous! The furniture was quite modern in a sort of eclectic…. What! Medina was reeling. Sitting in the chair next to the secretary was Felicia, her arch nemesis, her rival, her gold-digging, spiteful, revenge-seeking foe. Medina couldn’t believe what she was seeing. How did Felicia find out about the interview? Certainly, it wasn’t a case of subterfuge by the company, boasting that they are loyal to one girl at a time.
Medina quickly composed herself, straightened her skirt and walking with shoulders high, walked right past Felicia to the open seat next to Mr. Braxton’s office door. She could hear Felicia snicker as she walked past, trying to get her nerves jostled. Nothing would ruin this for her.
The door to Mr. Braxton’s office opened. He glanced out into the office waiting area. He looked at Felicia and politely nodded. Still scanning the room, he glanced down to his left where Medina was sitting. “Medina, I am so glad you came today. I think I might just have the role for you!” Medina melted with relief. Maybe she didn’t have to worry as much as she thought.
They told me this would be an okay spot, but now I’m not so sure. I mean it is a long walk to the actual dancing area. What if the day was hazy like it is now? How would my pictures come out? There are so many questions about this, and I want to get everything right for my big day.
Bethany told me that the hazy weather was better for pictures. But I wanted sun on my day!
Marcy told me people will walk the extra few feet to be able to celebrate my wedding with me in such a beautiful space. I didn’t want people too tired from walking to not want to dance!
David told me to book whatever place I liked best.
Suddenly, I was realizing this wasn’t going to be as easy as I thought. There was a lot of thought that had to go into the planning, and I wasn’t sure I could go it alone. Time to call Darcy. She’s always given me the best advice!
Debbie felt that she had overcome many of her weaknesses after leaving Dennis. He did nothing to support her and found it somehow enjoyable to belittle her, especially in front of other people. Over the years it had worn her down and she had become a meak, voiceless follower. Not anymore!
Debbie realized that she had everything she needed, in herself, to live on her own and take care of herself. No more feeling like the helpless victim. She was done with Dennis and he might finally see that he is the weak one here.
Debbie walked toward the window in the front room. As she looked out the window she could see the tree Dennis had planted when they first moved in. She had wanted a white birch but he had insisted on a Japanese Maple. She would get her saw and cut the tree down. No need to have that kind of reminder in the yard that was now hers!
She found it. Tucked in the corner of an old, dusty box wrapped in a thin fabric, was the ring she had been told stories about. It started with her grandmother; all the stories about the good luck this ring brought to whoever wore it. Then her mother and her aunt. They couldn’t stop going on about how this ring helped them find wonderful husbands and have great careers. What was it with the ring anyhow? It was only a simple gold band with a green stone mounted on it. It was probably just green glass, like the kind beer bottles are made of. Caught in one of the prongs was a string from the fabric it had been wrapped in. The strangest thing was that Shany could still smell grandma’s sweet perfume.
Once upon a time there was a frog and none of his family really knew why, but he was the ugliest out of all the frog eggs that were laid. They loved him anyhow, but he knew he was destined to be alone forever.
Now, one day, while hopping through the brush to find a suitable bug and perhaps some cool, soft ground to lay on, Ugly found something he had only heard about in fairytales; it was a mirror. He hopped closer, not sure if someone would be nearby watching him, and he looked into the mirror. What he saw was another frog just as ugly as he was! He was so excited at this point that he hopped around, splashing mud onto the mirror. When he looked again the other frog was gone.
Ugly decided the next day to return to the place where he found the mirror. Maybe the other frog would be there as well! Unbeknownst to him, it had rained during the night, washing the mud off the mirror. Again, he hopped over and looked into the mirror! There was the other ugly frog! Without further ado he told the other frog that if she were able to meet him under the brush so as to have a little privacy, he would be there waiting.
Time passed and no other frog showed up. Ugly was heartbroken. He hopped back to the mirror and saw that there was some sort of crack down the middle. This time when he peered into the glass he saw two more ugly frogs!
Ugly went home knowing that since those frogs were multiplying so quickly, he would soon have a mate of his own.