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
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 - 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 you
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?"
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