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"The Honeymoon is Over"
After slurping his coffee like a child sucking soda through a straw, he turns to me, and grins.
“I had the weirdest dream last night.” His voice is bright and friendly.
I mumble, “All dreams are weird.”
“No. This one was off the charts.”
My sigh is loud, and hopefully, annoying. “I suppose you’re going to tell me about it.” I continue to stare at my steaming mug of coffee. 4 stars
— Mar 27, 2018 11:55PM
After slurping his coffee like a child sucking soda through a straw, he turns to me, and grins.
“I had the weirdest dream last night.” His voice is bright and friendly.
I mumble, “All dreams are weird.”
“No. This one was off the charts.”
My sigh is loud, and hopefully, annoying. “I suppose you’re going to tell me about it.” I continue to stare at my steaming mug of coffee. 4 stars
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Three: 4 stars.. creepy at the end, well done
The Crawfords : 2.5 stars... eh
The Ride : 3.5 stars
— Apr 02, 2018 05:09PM
The Crawfords : 2.5 stars... eh
The Ride : 3.5 stars
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New Arrival
My daily mantra is always said with conviction. “Those dark crazy eyes of hers no longer blaze into my soul. That nagging voice saying, You’re wrong. No. Bad idea, does not echo in my head. No more. My home is my castle, not hers. I will make all the decisions.”
2.5 stars.. little weird but not bad
— Apr 01, 2018 09:02PM
My daily mantra is always said with conviction. “Those dark crazy eyes of hers no longer blaze into my soul. That nagging voice saying, You’re wrong. No. Bad idea, does not echo in my head. No more. My home is my castle, not hers. I will make all the decisions.”
2.5 stars.. little weird but not bad
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Cordelia and Petunia
Dearest Petunia, I am at the end of my rope. The crumb-bums in my building are attempting to force me out of my home. The minute I stepped foot into this dingy hole, they hated my precious Pumpkin. They like dogs - the small ones with attitudes and yappy barks. (cont in comments)
4 stars
— Mar 31, 2018 02:51PM
Dearest Petunia, I am at the end of my rope. The crumb-bums in my building are attempting to force me out of my home. The minute I stepped foot into this dingy hole, they hated my precious Pumpkin. They like dogs - the small ones with attitudes and yappy barks. (cont in comments)
4 stars
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Day Care
This hullabaloo is simply a waste of my valuable time. Fridays have just been designated play with children day. What if I don’t want to? Basically, I have to leave my warm peaceful home, go someplace new, and pretend I care about little rug-rats.
4 stars... loved her spirit:)
— Mar 30, 2018 10:27PM
This hullabaloo is simply a waste of my valuable time. Fridays have just been designated play with children day. What if I don’t want to? Basically, I have to leave my warm peaceful home, go someplace new, and pretend I care about little rug-rats.
4 stars... loved her spirit:)
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Herman Robbins Asks Zoey
Why is he so stubborn? He knows my answer, but he asks anyway. I want to shake some sense into him, but my adoration will not allow such brutality. Look at his trousers; they will become grimier than they already are, making more work for his laundress. “Herman, my love, I am not your queen or a victorious enemy you have to kneel before.”
2.5 to three stars
— Mar 29, 2018 01:53PM
Why is he so stubborn? He knows my answer, but he asks anyway. I want to shake some sense into him, but my adoration will not allow such brutality. Look at his trousers; they will become grimier than they already are, making more work for his laundress. “Herman, my love, I am not your queen or a victorious enemy you have to kneel before.”
2.5 to three stars
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The Nightstand
Earlier tonight, the lights flickered off and I screamed like a frightened little girl trapped in a Halloween haunted house. My anxiety had nothing to do with the blackness surrounding me. The absence of light was just another loss. My melancholy allowed minutes to pass, before I felt my way out of the bathroom.
4 stars
— Mar 28, 2018 07:35PM
Earlier tonight, the lights flickered off and I screamed like a frightened little girl trapped in a Halloween haunted house. My anxiety had nothing to do with the blackness surrounding me. The absence of light was just another loss. My melancholy allowed minutes to pass, before I felt my way out of the bathroom.
4 stars
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Emma’s Ghost
Babysitting a drunken Shelly as she rattles off weird obscenities is exhausting. My pity should cause my best friend sorrow; she is oblivious. Being harsh is the tough love she needs, yet I’m not sure how to proceed. It is time for me to be the grown-up. I stop loading glasses into the mini-dishwasher that is anchored under the bar. She teeters on a stool as I stand across from her.
4 stars
— Mar 28, 2018 07:34PM
Babysitting a drunken Shelly as she rattles off weird obscenities is exhausting. My pity should cause my best friend sorrow; she is oblivious. Being harsh is the tough love she needs, yet I’m not sure how to proceed. It is time for me to be the grown-up. I stop loading glasses into the mini-dishwasher that is anchored under the bar. She teeters on a stool as I stand across from her.
4 stars
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"Chloe and Gordo"
Chloe leans back in her leather recliner trying to recall the name of the person she murdered. With wrinkled fingers, she taps her chin, and her faint eyebrows rise as if expressing concern.
As she sits up straighter, her milky eyes glare at me. “Gordo, I do believe she has slipped my mind.” Her voice is sweet and jaunty. “What do you think? Being ninety is a good excuse not to remember.”
3 stars
— Mar 27, 2018 11:54PM
Chloe leans back in her leather recliner trying to recall the name of the person she murdered. With wrinkled fingers, she taps her chin, and her faint eyebrows rise as if expressing concern.
As she sits up straighter, her milky eyes glare at me. “Gordo, I do believe she has slipped my mind.” Her voice is sweet and jaunty. “What do you think? Being ninety is a good excuse not to remember.”
3 stars