
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 defi

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

Still moving - Still aliveMason moved; it was an almost unwilling action, nothing more than the slightest shift of toe beneath the quilted covers that he'd slept beneath. Still, he was grateful for it, somewhere in the back of his still sleepy mind. It meant that he was still alive; or else that the afterlife was a particularly boring place, and he simply couldn't tell the difference.Still moving - Still alive by ~dragon8writer
He moved again, reluctantly extricating first one foot, then the other from blanket that had insulated them. The house was an old one, and a large one; and even in the depths of summer it never seemed to fully warm. He told himself regularly that he should move, for the sake of his old

Barry Fey - TG TFHead to the ground, Barry took in a deep breath, then another. He had to force them past the burn of his lungs. It had settled in with the general ache of his legs half a mile back and just hadn't quit since.Barry Fey - TG TF by ~dragon8writer
Not much further left; he just had to keep running; keep moving, with the forest up ahead. He could stop amid the trees, out of sight, and then make his way back into town. He could claim he'd run the entire way, so long as he didn't rest too long.
Maybe then his girlfriend would cut him some slack.
Shaking his head ruefully at that final impossible thought, he ducked his head for one final burst of speed. He felt the b
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