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Unwanted
Husband POV Officer, I don't know what you want me to say. Stella seemed ok, like her old self. There was no warning about this. None at all. Sure Bennie has been crying a lot. He's been colicky. Most babies are, you know. Otherwise, he's a very happy baby. Doctor even said he was healthy and the colick should pass soon. It's not like she didn't have help, either Officer, if that's what you're thinking. We have a housekeeper who comes in three times a week to help with cleaning and cooking those days; a wonderful nanny who comes in two times weekly so that Stella could have days to herself, to do what she wished; and, Officer, I helped with Bennie. I get up at night with him, change diapers, do feedings, and play with him. He's my life, just as she is. I just don't know what to say, Officer. She's been acting normal. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Everything seemed okay.
By Mother Combs11 months ago in Fiction
Quarantine With the Trolls, online journal, part two
Hour 200 and 5/8 of Quarantine The lights have finally stopped flashing about an hour ago. I'm literally surprised we didn't blow all the bulbs and throw some breakers while the incident was going on. I've been unable to sleep with every light going crazy. I believe this was the Trolls plan all along. This could of been what the younger Troll was up to yesterday.
By Mother Combs11 months ago in Journal
Quarantine With the Trolls, online journal, part one
Hour 78 of Quarantine Both kids are continuously bored. Both have reverted to their original Troll forms and may have officially gone stir-crazy. If they aren't fighting, they are running and screaming through the house. Both have become bottomless pits, but claim they didn't eat the last Reese's. Both are extremely quiet as of now, so maybe on the prowl. If you happen to see one of these monsters, BEWARE, as they may have resorted to cannibalism, depending on how long it's been since they last ate. The Little one can be tamed with Dr. Pepper. The Bigger one prefers music, but danger, certain lyrics may anger and drive into a rampage.
By Mother Combs11 months ago in Journal
- Top Story - June 2023
Frances is not a Talking MuleTop Story - June 2023
Little Frannie had had enough. She was tired of being controlled by Dom DeMarco. Tonight was the night whether she wanted it to be or not. His reign of terror in the community was over. She went through being forced to run his drugs for him.
By Mother Combs11 months ago in Fiction
The Widowed Matron
I can see it now if I was a woman of the 1870s. Chances are my name would be Victoria Taylor and I would have lived in the great state of Texas. I would have been born sometime in the 1840s, so I would have been close to middle age for a woman then. The likelihood of both my parents being alive were very slim back then, with it more likely that my father outlived my mother. I may or may not have siblings, with the chances running closer to only one or two full siblings and several half-siblings, especially if my father remarried after my mother passed away before him.
By Mother Combs11 months ago in History