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Home and DryEveryone occasionally lost socks in the wash but Jane was experiencing a fifty percent casualty rate.
“I don’t understand it,” she muttered to herself, as she pulled the latest load out of the tumble dryer.
Fourteen socks had gone in but only seven had come out. She lined the survivors up: “And it’s always only one from each pair.”
So, she bought herself some sock clips. “You won’t be able to split up now!” she told her new batch. And they didn’t. When Jane opened the tumble dryer at the end of the cycle there were no socks left at all.
Jane screamed in frustration. “What the hell is going on?!”
“That’s exactly it—hell,” came the reply.
Jane turned but all she saw was her sensible cardigan, airing on the clothes rack.
“Who’s there..?” she asked cautiously.
“It’s me—the Sensible Cardigan,” said the Sensible Cardigan. “And the problem is that you
InstrumentsThe beautiful mistress of the house had bought four new forks and two new spoons to replenish the dwindling supply in the cutlery drawer. She put the forks away and turned round to find the handsome master of the house examining the other new utensils.
“I can play the spoons you know,” said the handsome master and he did a quick demonstration, tapping the spoons between hand and knee, and then running the spoons rapidly across his fingers. Luckily the mistress was as kind as she was beautiful, and she kept her thoughts on this to herself.
The handsome master got to his big finish: “Ta-da!”
“That’s lovely, dear,” said the beautiful mistress of the house, and she took the spoons from him and put them carefully away in the drawer.
“Wow,” said one of the forks. “I didn’t know you were musicians. You should have said!”
The spoons attempted to look modest. “We didn’t want to show off,” said the first. &
Imagina, Mundos paraleros y Creepys (Creepysx___)Imagina 1/¿¿¿¿????
Fuimos a almorzar fuera de la casa como siempre y a eso me referioa matamos a todos y robamos la comida de Mc Donalds, luego nos sentamos a comer
___: recuerdas al tipo de la freidora, cuando le tiro el pote de salsa de tomate a Slender
Slender: si no salio vivo de eso..
Jeff: si -le saca una papita del plato a ___(TN)- cuando el tipo de... -___(TN) lo interrumpe
_____: sacaste de mis papitas.....
Jeff: aja. Como decia el... -____(TN) lo unterrumpe
_____: Jeff devuelme mi papita...
Jeff: pero ya me lo comi
_____: INVBESIL!!!!! -se tira ensima de el a golpearlo- ERA MI PAPITA!!!!
Jeff: auch AAAA!!!!! oye detente!!!! auch -grita gay mente mientras Toby lo graba para subirlo a CreepyTube- deja de grabar Toby, ERA SOLO UNA PAPITA _____(TN)AAAA!!!!! -___(TN) se detiene pero sigue ensima de el-...
_____: solo una papita, solo una papita,SOLO UNA PAPITA!!! -lo sigue golpeando mas fuerte- ERA MI
60 For 60: The Final Problem (2)A/N: Baring-Gould tells us that Holmes’ full name was ‘William Sherlock Scott Holmes’. But he got his information a little muddled…
They stared at the memorial plaque.
“I didn’t know your brother had more than one Christian name,” said Watson.
Mycroft nodded. “Our father was an admirer of William Sherlock; our mother an admirer of Sir Walter Scott.”
“How lovely,” said Watson, wincing internally.
‘IVANHOE HOLMES’ read the inscription.
No wonder the poor fellow had preferred to be known as Sherlock.
New SkatesHere in Canada, Hockey is what everyone likes to talk about: “When will the next Canadian team will win The Cup?” When I was young, very young, they only had 6 teams in the NHL. My father’s team was the Montreal Canadians. Mine was and still is, the Boston Bruins. Of course my favourite was Bobby Orr, the greatest Canadian Hockey Player ever! Growing up in this culture fueled my interest to play hockey but… I didn’t know how to skate.
I finally found the courage and money to buy skates. I was fifteen. I wanted to catch up to the skill level of those kids who were born with skates on. The decision was made and I bought my first (and only) goalie skates. I reasoned that goalies don’t have to know how to skate well. I should fit right in!
So excitedly, I started walking around the house with my new skates. I went outside to slide around the driveway, when I noticed a hard crust had formed on the snow. A
First KissThe sun hid beyond the clouds as three friends exited the building of Arctic Delights and into the warm summer evening. They turned the corner and approached the park where they could sit and be social while licking their frozen desserts.
“Your dad’s cooking is out of this world, guys,” Cyrus complimented the duo of dorks. “You think he could give me tips before my next shift?”
Zinc, the ice-dragon, took a giant lick out of his double scoop mint chocolate chip cone. “Sure!” he said a little too happily. “Papa Ross has been teaching me to grill ever since two weekends ago… just in case.”
“Sounds good to me,” Cy agreed.
He and Allie licked their ice-cream, glancing to the sky above. A few star dragons came out to play. They swished their bright breath along the rush of evening colors. Allie took another bite out of her vanilla ice-cream and pointed to a local bench tha
My Life as an Animal
Day 6. Well, I assume it's day 6, since it was nighttime when he last took me out, and it has probably passed midnight by now. Nonetheless it is difficult to accurately gauge the passing of time when I am imprisoned like this. I cannot see, nor hear a thing from outside. Furthermore, every one of my senses has been dulled. I do not feel hungry, tired or thirsty. Even my sense of touch is gone. Either that, or a force field suspends me inside a space that is too large for me to even reach the walls.
And yet, I quite like it in here. I didn't always though. At first I hated it. In fact the first time I was thrown in here, I was angry - burning with so much hot fiery anger, first at being humiliated, then at being thrust into this prison. But it was a fruitless endeavour to remain this angry for too long. I tried to scratch my way out but alas, I soon discovered the walls were unreachable. So there I remained - sat one could say, except there was nothing for me to sit on, not even a floor
The origin of the dolls (RoTG Shift deleted scene)The origin of the dolls (RoTG Shift rp deleted scene)
Hilary and Mori were playfully arguing over names for their unborn shifter-human cross, "Akalex if it's a boy!" Mori said, laughing a bit as his wife whacked him with a pillow, "I think Marceline would be a beautiful name for a girl!" she responded, laughing as Mori whacked her with a pillow. The two kissed, Mori holding her close to him.
After being told the story of what happened to her Mom and dad in law and brother in law, Hilary began to cry, "I don't want our baby to go through this...I know I'll make stuffed dolls versions of them!" she thought, smiling through her tears. She ran to a craft store and bought some supplies. It took her what felt like weeks, but it was worth it to see three shifter dolls, all three representing Mori's parents and younger brother. "Oh!" Hilary said, laughing a bit. "You're a hard kicker, aren't you...a lot like me...".
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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