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Dog Number 13
May 15, 2023 Strange things are happening. Good-strange, bad-strange, and strange-strange. For starters, me and all my litter mates are able to stand. Some of us can even wiggle around in a clumsy manner. I say wiggle because it isn’t quite walking but it isn’t quite crawling. We just sort of stand and wiggle and fall and take a few steps and then crawl and then get up again. It is in this manner we are able to move around to some degree and explore our surroundings. Naturally we cannot go far. Which is ok, I suppose, because I am very small and I need my mother for food and my siblings to keep me warm and I feel very loved and comforted by them in some way, so I don’t know why I would need to go very far. Having four legs, I must admit, is very strange. It is not a surprise to me that it is challenging to coordinate them to move in the order they need to move. But I can get around a little bit, my eyes can stay open for much longer periods of time now, and it is easier to understand what is happening. So this is new.
Morgan LongfordPublished about 21 hours ago in ChaptersTalented Black creators spotlight: Catherine Nyomenda (Chap 3).
Catherine reminds me of an enigma wrapped within a riddle. When she writes, she skips between the poetic and the dramatic. Her highlights of the African lifestyles of herself, of authors whom she admires, and the many nuances of love keeps you wondering and pondering the passage of life.
Novel AllenPublished 5 days ago in ChaptersA Digital Pandemic.
After a long day in the department, Emily dropped her worn and tired dark leather bag on the counter before navigating through the small and disordered kitchen to grab a cold beer from a contrarily empty fridge. She hadn't had a chance to unpack since moving from Newcastle to Glasgow, let alone shop for sustenance, except for cold brews naturally.
Billie WhytePublished 12 days ago in ChaptersBARE HUNTER
CHAPTER 15 I pulled up in front of Sandy’s a little early, so I texted Becca again and left a message for Sharon, hoping she had a good day and I’d see her tomorrow. Two cars pulled into Sandy’s driveway. I don’t know why I was surprised to see another man with her. We’d been apart for two years and I certainly didn’t waste any time getting back on the horse.
Tina D'AngeloPublished 17 days ago in ChaptersPower of Wisdom
As we all know, Birbal was not only Emperor Akbar’s favorite minister but also loved by most of the commoners. People used to come to him from far and wide for advice on personal matters.
Ainy AbrahamPublished 21 days ago in ChaptersWomen Who Stay, 1
In 2015, Janie Robichaud's response to my initial query was direct. How much are you paying? Nothing, I replied, along with a longwinded explanation about the truth being its own reward, journalistic integrity notwithstanding.
Amsterdam 1942
She was awakened, in the dead of night, by the sound of a stranger’s voice, quiet but intense, drifting up the stairwell from the kitchen. “Who in the world?” she thought. Fear crept from her belly to her throat.
Martha AgnesPublished 2 months ago in ChaptersAdventuring #1
I was getting used to this. Another weekend, another youngling out seeking their fortune. Not that I mind so much, really, but I needed more tea. My stock was getting quite low, and it was a dry harvest last year.
Meredith HarmonPublished 2 months ago in ChaptersAddiction - Chapter II
A second chapter? Yes, why not? We don’t always get them in life, but I can certain save one here and see how far back I can go with my story.
Kendall DefoePublished 3 months ago in ChaptersBlackbird Fly
The Basket It's a Monday evening on May 24, 1965. It was slightly chilly with a light breeze blowing. A young lady wearing a long overcoat with her face covered by a scarf walked up to the Fire Department in Anaheim, CA on Ball Road carrying a small basket with a blanket covering the top. It was around 7:00 pm and the activity in the area was light. She walked up the sidewalk to the entrance of the fire station and she left a small basket near the door then quickly walked away around the corner to her car and drove away.
Rick Henry ChristopherPublished 2 years ago in ChaptersRedemption Of Drowning
Redemption of Drowning By : Mariann Carroll and Mike Singleton-MikeyDred Chapter 1 There was only one person who mattered to him, and that was him.
Mariann CarrollPublished 4 months ago in ChaptersA Different League
I am a Newcastle United fan, through and through. I’ve never supported any other team, but there was a period in my life when I didn’t support any team, to be honest. I think as a kid the older I got I just lost interest when I realised I wasn’t actually very good at football (or any team sports, to be honest), and this just led to me to move away from watching it as well. I didn’t get back into it until about 2011/12ish, so you can’t accuse me of being a fan who suddenly regained interest post-takeover (mind I do remember some of those Pardew days quite fondly). No, I just started going to games again and it made me realise what football is really all about, especially in this city of Newcastle, which I also identify with very strongly despite not being your stereotypical Geordie. On the day my grandad offered me a spare ticket to my first game for years, it took about 5 seconds to remember everything beautiful about this game.
Matty LongPublished 4 months ago in Chapters