Debbie McCarthy
Stories (3/0)
Exercising At Home
This morning I forced myself out of my cozy nest and made myself a coffee while I watched CTV Newsnet. After my second cup I took a deep breath and said 'Get it done girl'. I pulled on my new pair of Lululemon capris and an old t-shirt. Grabbing the overflowing basket of dirty clothes, I made my way downstairs. I threw in a load of whites and turned on the lights to my rumpus room. Stepping over the mostly-done fifteen hundred piece puzzle and Lego world that was created last week, I grabbed my shoes, turned on my TV and got to it.
By Debbie McCarthy3 years ago in Longevity
A Small Battle
"No Twiggle, we gather the light blue petals, not the yellow ones." Meggit scolded. "But Sir Zeet said to pick the softest petals for the magic elixir!" Twiggle argued. He pulled down the long green stem and buried his brown face into the center of a Black-Eyed Susan . "The yellow ones are so beautiful. And they smell so sweet!"
By Debbie McCarthy3 years ago in Futurism
The Money Tree
Margie refilled her coffee cup and added two teaspoons of sugar. The spring sun was shining through her kitchen window and it was the kind of morning that made you want to sit outside and read a book. Preferably a romance. A robust Viking warrior saving and then destroying the virtue of a rebellious lady in waiting, with no mention of when they last ate or the lack of bathroom facilities. Bodies writhing and bosoms heaving. The kind of escape that you could dive into but would flip over to hide the cover.
By Debbie McCarthy3 years ago in Humans