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Harvest HomesShe says, you can tell America from the rest of the world by the color of the wallpaper, or lack thereof. That Southern hospitality is refreshing after so many years in London. The stuffed animal that sits on her table is named Dog, and if you ask her why, she'll ask you if you're blind. It is a dog after all.
When the aide handed her a night gown she wanted to know if it was for sale. When he told her it was a gift, she couldn't accept it, but if he wanted to lend it to her that would be lovely. The aide was actually a woman and when we told her so she replied, “Well, she was a man when he gave it to me”. We all laughed and she said, “Oh lovely then” and laughed with us while clapping her hands.
Needless to say, I liked her almost immediately; so lively and spirited, and what a sense of humor. I can't tell you how old she is, any age beyond eighty will do. I can't tell you how crazy she is, but I imagine only a little, perhaps a touch of Alzheimer's or Dementia
I will. (warning for prose,but mostly description)I.
I will rouse myself from casket mornings, and I will flex the 11 (or was it 12?) muscles in my mouth to form a smile—however painful. I will keep it there… because kindness bandages wounds in the best of ways. I will sip the horizon from my coffee, while weaving fairytales—without ever thinking that I’ve not the innocence anymore… because I’ll make it not matter. I will.
And I will forget him. I will… because ghosts only appear if you look at them, and he’s loved my nightmares—my tears—long enough. And because I’ve haunted myself long enough.
I will allow myself to feel human again, because I’ll remember that rain rids filth, but I’ll try to keep myself wishing less for forgetting-tsunamis… less for escapes just because of prints engrained in roots and soul. So I’ll forget his fingers straying past my heart—the way muscles seized, and cardiac arrest knew betrayal—and the way
Wife's Resting Feet (The Story)I went and di my shopping for her and my Sons. Now being unemployed for two years and FINALLY getting a part-time job on the weekends I tried to make it as enjoyable for them after bills and such were paid.
So I came Home and I liked what I got them so as I snuck the gifts to the basement I came up, got a cup of coffee and my Wife said she was going to her work to have a meeting with her Supervisor, finish up some Nursing work then go to the grocery store and come Home.
So while she was gone I straightened up the House, played catch and fetch with the Puppy and did a load of laundry, yea I know boring so let's get the good schtuff.
I went into the bathroom to wash my hands and on the sink counter I saw a small, white, facial, rotating brush that I bought her for her Birthday. I turned it on and the rotation was very slow and the bristles were extraordinarily soft. I ran it on my wrist and it gave a unique but effective tickling effect. So I got this idea," use it on her feet instead
Rant.If anybody here works at Google, DA, Bing, whatever. I want you to see if you can make this happen. Get pony filters on the search engines. Why? Because I'm going to tell ya.
Couple days ago I was looking up a toaster on Google and 5 My Little Pony pictures came up with no toasters in it. What. The Fuck. This is one of the reasons why I hate My Little Pony. When I search something that doesn't have anything to do with MLP, it somehow magically turns up. I'm not even joking. It's stupid. They should add a filter to those search sites so if I want to search something, there shouldn't be ponies in it. Except if I actually type in the search engine "My Little Pony" or "ponies". If I type anything else, it should not appear. When I search dinosaurs, my little pony shows up as some of the results. I don't know why! Dinosaurs can eat those ponies but I bet they would vomit from the taste afterwards! More then half of the pony franchise is in random stuff that I type up, in ads, or in the fanb
Innocent Victim Chapter 8"H.M.H.S. BRITANNIC!!!!!" growled an angry HMS Ajax. "Sorry!" Britannic pulled up next to him. "It's bad enough that we're breaking rules by sneaking out of the harbor but if we're caught the blame goes to you. No more fooling around, we get there, you two talk, and it's back to South Hampton. Got it?" the battleship groaned. Britannic nodded. "Sorry." As the two sailed onward, they hid from HMS Queen Elizabeth and HMS King George V, who were returning from an operation off the coast of France. As the battleships passed, Ajax couldn't help but admire his older brother. He wish he had a mate as beautiful as Queen Elizabeth. He pushed it away and he and Britannic kept sailing onward until they reached France.
Britannic looked among the sleeping ships and found the one he was looking for. "Olympic!" he whispered. She stirred but did not wake. He then snickered and thought of something. He gently pushed her out to sea, away from earshot, and yelled "AIR RAID!" Even Ajax rolled over, laughi
Things You Shouldn't Do At WorkBeep. Beep. Beep.
The checkout girl scanned the bar codes of the few items the shopper had, a plastic smile on her face. "That'll be-" The facade fell when she heard the singing.
"So let me show you around, maybe play you a sound
You look like you're both pretty groovy
Or if you want something visual that's not too abysmal
We could take in an old Steve Reeves movie."
"Oh God, no."
"I'm glad we caught you at home, could we use your phone?
We're both in a bit of a hurry.
We'll just say where we are, then go back to the car
We don't want to be any worry."
"Don't do it, Lila."
"So you got caught with a flat, well, how about that?
Well babies, don't you panic.
By the light of the night when it all seems alright
I'll get you a satanic mechanic."
"This is your last chance."
But she didn't listen, and the next line came out in a scream as loud as Lila could throw her words.
"I'M JUST A SWEET TRANSVESTITE FROM TRANSSEXUAL, TRANSYLVANIA."
Chloe slapped her hand over her eyes and excused herself
Wife's Nighty Feet (The Story)First I want to take the time and thank everyone who faved and likes to read the recap of all the photos I take and story behind them. *THANK YOU*
We had a gift card to a Longhorn steakhouse restaurant so my Wife, my two Sons and myself went to dinner. We ate, came home and she immediately put on her red jammies with the little black designs on and she had on her black socks with the argyle design on the top part of the sock.
She went in our bedroom to lay down and watch TV and she shut off the ceiling light and put on the lamp on the bed stand next to her.
I waited, got my cell, and walked in like I was looking for something and then I shut the door and put on the light. She knew what was coming next and she practically begged me for no photos however I reminded her that she still owed me a few so she finally gave in and she let me rest her ankles over the bed spread and cover them with the pillow.
I then slowly removed each sock, one at a time, and I was surprised she didn't protest
Sound of Vengeance Chapter 2Iowa had not yet left the spot he had rested in since the day Yorktown left. As his siblings played with their kin carriers, he sat and stared out to sea. He was the oldest of the four, his radio tower was already done being formed and he was 80 feet long. Just a bit more maturity and he would be ready to join the Navy and take the fight to the Japanese!
As he watched, with his battleship sight that could show the smallest details on a ship from 16 miles away, as far as his turrets would aim, he noticed a small black dot on the horizon. It was a carrier, familiar in shape, and it was speeding towards the harbor at full speed. As the carrier got into his sights better, he smiled. "Mom's home!" he cheered and dashed forward to greet her.
At the sound of their mother being called, Missouri, New Jersey and Wisconsin looked up. With grins on their faces, all raced forward to meet Yorktown. The carrier yelped with surprise as the four shiplings jumped onto her and hugged her. Iowa was the fi
Death in LifeAs he waited for his next piece, listening to the choir
he touched the fragile threads that encircled his wrist.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
He had forgotten to take the bracelet off before the concert began.
He began to slip it around his hand.
"It's been such a short time,
but I already love you more than the others."
As he pulled at the strangling weave, he felt the last tiny thread give way
and the circle snapped apart in his hands.
"She's mad at me."
"Because I haven't told you."
He felt breath claw at his throat
as he held the broken pieces.
"I know it hurts.
But this isn't about you."
He closed his eyes
and felt nothing.
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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