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Run of the Mill
They were everywhere. No matter which direction Morgan looked, the sticky notes were scattered around the room. Urgent messages filled them. ‘Did you finish the homework?’ ‘You need to take out the laundry.’ ‘Make sure to eat today.’ ‘Finish mowing that one part of the lawn that you know isn’t the same length as the rest of the yard so don’t even deny it!’
Falling Over Flying
Squirrels were, quite possibly, the most important creatures in the world. This is because they have one of the most important jobs in the world.
To Be Seen
Sometimes, when she closed her eyes, she could still see the brilliant flashes of light. When it was too loud and too much, she could hear the blast. The ground would vibrate under her shoes and images bombarded her mind. She forced herself to take breaths to calm down but the nausea rising in her throat was harder to justify away. A racing heart and shaky breaths sang an image to the wind of a desperate song. Her sweaty palms would rub against her pant leg as she tried to get the wet substance off her hands as fast as possible.
One. The initial jerk always took him by surprise. It sent a jolt of pressure up his spine and made him grind his teeth. His hand clutched the worn leather strap as he clung onto the giant animal. The initial buck ended and he found himself flying towards a huge set of horns. The battle had begun, a struggle of wills between a 1,500 pound monster and a man. All for the entertainment of the crowd who were sitting on the edge of their seats.
Banded and Lost: The Frost Raker
The signs had been coming for days. The peaceful druid especially noticed an oddity that had taken place while she was on the streets. A horn had sounded without any noise. Lady Silverhelm and the woman, named Astra, stopped in their steps. The feeling stirred within everyone around them. It was unsettling but no one could place what was wrong. The townspeople collectively felt their stomachs drop and could do nothing but stare and try to find the source of the wrongness. The horses drawing the wagons stopped as well, throwing their heads back in distress. Dogs and cats were silenced. Not even the flap of the bird's wings disturbed the grave-like quiet.
A Day Out
April had been waiting for ages to go to the aquarium. It had opened on the other side of town a few months ago but her plans never seemed to work out.
Peace in Cross Stitching
We are told to always be productive. That no matter what we do, we must always be challenging ourselves, always pushing ourselves, always growing. These are all good goals. As people, it is natural to strive to excel.
Brown paper packages with no return addresses are usually filled with something really, really cool. They were mysterious and filled with something amazing and just generally awesome.