Happy - version 2Leonard shook the metal canister, fingers slipping a little across the blue and orange tin's lightly chilled surface. Palm tightening to eclipse the white middle, he quickly tipped the can.Happy - version 2 by ~dragon8writer
His other hand reached into the nearby box, and he cherished the sound of wrinkling wax paper as he brought out his latest cracker some expensive wheat type his wife had declared worth the twenty plus dollars. Apparently Ritz hadn't been ritzy enough for her.
He took the time to imagine what Jennifer's face would look like, if she knew he was adding Cheese Whiz to them. The red that would grace those pretty cheeks if she found out that he was defiling something so "precious" to her with his "common" taste buds. That classic expression she might wear eyes narrowing, pupils dialing in, lips thinning, and the corner of her mouths turning down as she struggled not to scream something "undignified." Leonard's own lips lifted in a smile, his eyes drifting down to the cracker in hi
HappyLeonard tightened his grip about the blue and orange metal, palm all but eclipsing the white middle as his flesh conformed to the tube. Carefully, savoring the moment, he reached his hand up to the top of the can, feeling for the little grooves that marked release.Happy by ~dragon8writer
His other hand reached into the nearby box, and he cherished the sound of wrinkling wax paper as he brought out the first cracker some expensive wheat brand his wife had sworn was worth the twenty plus dollars. Apparently Ritz hadn't been ritzy enough for her.
He took an extra moment to imagine the look that would appear on Jennifer's face, if she knew he was adding Cheese Whiz to them; the red on her cheeks if she found out that he was defiling something so "precious" with his "common" taste buds The ways her eyes might narrow, pupils dialing in, lips thinning, the corner of her mouth turning down as she struggled not to scream it brought a smile to Leonard's lips.
Knowing that she would be so upset made
Abby - Ragged Pages Part 3 TG
The Ragged Pages of the First Book (cont.)
Young Abby spread her hands across the bed to better illustrate her story. She felt herself carried along by her ideas, no matter how silly they sounded as she thought them. Heeding her father's words, she just rushed headlong into her tale and scene after scene with all gusto.
Dangers mounted against her characters. But they were resourceful. Stunning reveals, at least so far as Abby's young mind imagined them, played out. For his part, Demetrius gave an earnest impression of surprise at every twist and turn.
Abby's face, full of the energy of her story, very nearly seemed to glow.
Abby lingered a moment with concern for Alexis but Abigail tugged her away as the buzzing started to swell again. Whispering a quiet hope for Alexis, Abby ran the other direction with Abigail dragging her along.
Amidst the buzzing rose countless puffs of steam like snorting, angry bulls ready to charge. Abigail led Abby in a crisscross pattern thro
Abby - Ragged Pages Part 2 TG
The Ragged Pages of the First Book (cont.)
The pause in Demetrius's reading alarmed young Abby. She scooted up in the bed and breathlessly asked, "What happens next?"
With a calm smile, Demetrius bent forward and asked, "What do you think happens next?"
Abby curled her lips in. She didn't expect her dad to ask her. That wasn't how stories went. They were told and listened to. She wanted to protest but she had a feeling her dad had a good reason to ask.
Focusing with what she could summon from her mind, Abby mulled, "Well with all that has happened so far "
Demetrius interrupted, "Don't worry about that. Tell the story your way. What happens next?"
Abby's mind boggled but she also felt a strange sort of thrill at the idea. With a rising smile on her lips, Abby said, "Well here is how it would go "
It wasn't the first time someone had seen Abby as an "only hope". The phrase always worried her. But, of course, she was always willing to help, no matter h
Girly Farts TGGirly Farts
For once, Terica's garage wasn't on fire when I came over to visit. Pink smoke was belching through a crack in one of the windows though. I knocked on the metal door and waited.
After some mild cursing and coughing from within, the door slid up. Terica had on her regular lab coat with the words above the pocket protector, "Doctor Terica Snorf Mad Scientist". Her long, frizzy brunette hair gave off a puff of smoke just behind her ear. She patted it out with her blue-gloved hands and mentioned, "Some things are a bit more flammable than they say..."
I nodded and said, "I've noticed. Need anything? Where are your goggles?" Terica always wore her goggles in her laboratory garage and sometimes even out and about. I noticed a small bruise on her forehead.
She answered, "They melted. I could've used a little more dihydrogen monoxide earlier. But it's under control now."
A bright "FOOM"ing wall of fire erupted from behind Terica. I backed away but she assured me, "It'
The Crystal Tower TGThe Crystal Tower
I had long sought the greatest honor in the land of Garsurka. To quest for the Crystal Tower which twinkles far in the west like a land-bound star and return with the glories which surely dwelt within it.
Many men set out for the spire. None had returned.
But, I, Sir Ardwel Carrewen, intended to be the first.
Some told tales of strong women who had been more fortunate in their journeys to the tower. Whether this meant that special, mystical protection existed for female adventures, no one could tell. These women kept what they had encountered a closely-guarded secret. But their sword skills upon returning were unmatched even by the greatest of men.
I had acquired much glory on the field of battle in defense of my kingdom against rogue armies from the east. The House of Carrewen held many lands. But the light of the Crystal Tower always lingered on our horizon, like a jewel forever out of reach.
I had long made known my intent to my fellow noblemen. I long liste