tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82543410962859034322024-03-13T22:59:52.880-05:00Books At LargeI believe there is always time to appreciate good literature. Whether it is on a screen or a page. A well told story will always be in style. And a good Author will always be remembered.Theres just lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01557649636152032566noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8254341096285903432.post-43698522580563764452013-09-03T19:25:00.002-05:002013-09-03T19:36:43.708-05:00Very intriguing and well written<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17256511-hounds-of-autumn" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"><img alt="Hounds of Autumn" border="0" src="http://d202m5krfqbpi5.cloudfront.net/books/1358455127m/17256511.jpg" /></a><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17256511-hounds-of-autumn">Hounds of Autumn</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6895372.Heather_Blackwood">Heather Blackwood</a><br />
My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/710959252">5 of 5 stars</a><br />
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Ms Blackwood has created a book to keep you intrigued and reading from the beginning to the end. <br />
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The story is well developed with enough description to allow you to see the story, but not bog you down. Her description of the mechanical engineering and operations of the different machines are just enough to paint the picture without becoming overly technical. It made me want a mechanical cat like she has claws and all. <br />
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I would recommend this book to anyone who enjoys a good mystery, and a strong heroine. I would love to read many more books by Ms Blackwood.
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<span style="background-color: black;"><i><span style="color: #fff2cc;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">It is 1890, and the windswept moors hold dark secrets. Chloe Sullivan is an amateur inventor whose holiday takes a dark turn when her friend and colleague, one of the few female mechanical experts in the British Empire, is murdered.</span><br style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">A black mechanical hound roams the moors, but could it have killed a woman? And what secrets are concealed within the dark family manor?</span><br style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Accompanied by her naturalist husband and her clockwork cat, Chloe is determined to see her friend’s killer found.</span><br style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">But some secrets have a terrible cost.</span></span></i></span><br />
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My rating: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/604567672">5 of 5 stars</a><br />
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Laura has done it again. In 'Jewel of Shaylar', she has created a new world of magic and magical creatures. The story is very well done, with well developed characters. Make sure you have plenty of time to read because you will not want to put this book down until the end...and not even then. The only negative thing I could say is I wanted to read the next book in the series now. I will be waiting with baited breath for the next installment of this fascinating story. If you haven't gotten the book yet... what are you waiting for. Buy it and join the adventure.
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Immortal Desires by Laura Eno<br />
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Deanna Cameron's life has been turned upside down. While waiting to walk down the isle with the man she thought she would spend the rest of her life with, her maid-of-honor receives a text message. “Tell Deanna I'm sorry. Nick” For the next year she is going through the motions of her life. Just when she decides she needs a new start, she receives an email from the CEO of Light Street Corporation offering her a dream job in a new state. When she arrives she is in for more of a new start than she planned. An Immortal Guardian sends her 500 years into the past to be with her soul mate, only neither Deanna or her soul mate knows it. Ian Mackay is surprised when a woman suddenly appears at his castle out of thin air. Even while his has a strong attraction to her, he doesn't trust her. Not only is she dressed in men's breachers but she says her name is Cameron. The Cameron's are the clan responsible for his father's death and sworn enemies of his clan. She is also clocked by a heavy magic his Druid magic can not see through.<br />
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Laura has done it again. She has taken a time travel romance and given it a twist. I wont tell you what it is, you will have to read it for yourself. Deanna is a strong heroin and Ian is a good match for her. He is strong without being overbearing. The characters will catch you up in their lives and you will find yourself trying to look ahead to see what happens... don't do it. Just enjoy the ride. The settings are well done, from the mountain tops of Colorado to the wilds of Scotland. They are also inhabited with a very interesting and realistic cast of characters. If you enjoy romances and time travel you will love this book. Get a copy today, you wont regret it.
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The Curse of Gremdon by Ciara Knight<br />
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Ciara has created a action packed word of warrior and magic. The story takes place in world where the people have been trapped behind the castle walls by the beasts and cursed ones who wait outside the walls. Since the walls have been closed, marriage and children have been forbidden by the elders. In this world we find Arianna and Tardon.<br />
Arianna is trying to do what no woman has done before... become an elite warrior. The warriors are the protectors of the castle and with this job comes special privilege, better living quarters, servants, and better food. Tardon is the most popular of the elite warrior and Arianna's equal on and off the battlefield.<br />
If you need to get up early in the morning... don't read this book. You will not be able to put it down once you start. Ciara has written well developed characters and settings. You get caught up in the story and the twists and turns keep you guessing right to the end.
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My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/292016023">4 of 5 stars</a><br />
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Kiera's Moon by Lizzy Ford
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Kiera's Moon is about a starving artist who's best friend Evelyn kidnaps her and takes her across the universe to find her a man and a life. Kiera finds out herself on a planet were she is the smallest person there, art is considered too lowly a thing for women, and the women are subservient to men.
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Kiera is determined to find her way back to earth, to her life of video games and art. After all just got her first commissioned piece and a promise for more. In her hunt for her freedom, she makes a pack with a prisoner to get her to a spaceship.
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A'Ran is the ruler of Anshan. His planet has been taken over by another race, his mother and father killed and he and sisters are living as refugees on an unknown moon. His planet and people are dieing, he needs to find his lifemate to help heal and reclaim his planet.
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When Kiera and A'Ran meet he recognizes the signs of his lifemate and doesn't hesitate to use her nativity of their ways to make her his. But can he convince the headstrong Kiera to stay, to do that he will need to become much more than a warrior.
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Lizzy Ford has a winner with this book. Her character's are well developed and believable. They draw you into their world and take you along for a wild ride. I like the fact that Kiera is a strong character and not a push over, and A'Ran's bewilderment at how to handle a woman like her is very believable. Once I started the book I could not stop thinking about it. I couldn't wait to find out what happens next. Lizzy mixes romance and action well, and the pace of the book keeps guessing and you reading.
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I received this book as a prize in a blog contest by the author. That in no way influenced my review. My option of the book is mine and mine alone.Theres just lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01557649636152032566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8254341096285903432.post-28397089965936766212011-11-14T14:54:00.001-06:002011-11-14T14:58:32.206-06:00<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/43351.The_Lottery_Winner" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"><img alt="The Lottery Winner: Alvirah and Willy Stories" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1216142779m/43351.jpg" /></a><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/43351.The_Lottery_Winner">The Lottery Winner: Alvirah and Willy Stories</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/99044.Mary_Higgins_Clark">Mary Higgins Clark</a><br />
My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/233597266">4 of 5 stars</a><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: georgia, serif;">I would recommend this book to anyone who likes cozy mysteries or just a good fun read. </span><br />
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I purchased this book. It was not given to me and Ms. Clark has no idea who the heck I am. This is just my opinion on the book.Theres just lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01557649636152032566noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8254341096285903432.post-79588867552728943162011-10-15T00:42:00.001-05:002011-10-15T00:42:21.530-05:00How To Keep Sparkly Emo Vampires Off Your Lawn by<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/11832703-how-to-keep-sparkly-emo-vampires-off-your-lawn" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"><img alt="How To Keep Sparkly Emo Vampires Off Your Lawn" border="0" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51f3TRHI8OL._SX106_.jpg" /></a><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/11832703-how-to-keep-sparkly-emo-vampires-off-your-lawn">How To Keep Sparkly Emo Vampires Off Your Lawn</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/792063.Mike_Cooley">Mike Cooley</a><br />
My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/223514673">4 of 5 stars</a><br />
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I read the other reviews and knew I had to read this. Any book vampire or other wise that makes you laugh out loud is a must read.
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I noticed I could read it on Goodreads...so I did.
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I was laughing and chuckling so much that I wound up having to read the book out loud for an audience. Thank goodness it is a short book. My 80 year old man voice wouldn't have lasted through a long one.
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Do yourself a favor and read this. Mike Cooley has a great take on the Twilight series and all those undead who don't know how to properly behave.
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I found this on the Goodreads site. The author has no idea who I am or that I was reading his work.Theres just lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01557649636152032566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8254341096285903432.post-81337503828943480832011-10-14T15:19:00.000-05:002011-10-14T15:19:14.040-05:00Review of Grave Echos by Erin Cole<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/9405918-grave-echoes" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"><img alt="Grave Echoes: A Kate Waters Mystery" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1288251160m/9405918.jpg" /></a><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/9405918-grave-echoes">Grave Echoes: A Kate Waters Mystery</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3028724.Erin_Cole">Erin Cole</a><br />
My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/218221704">4 of 5 stars</a><br />
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I won this book through Goodreads first-reads contest. I couldn't wait to start it. The cover is very well done and peeked my interest immediately.
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The story starts out with Kate Waters having a narcoleptic nightmare in which she sees a wreck and hears her sister call out to her.
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Kate is use to the nightmares but this is the first time they repeat and feature someone she knows....her sister Jev. As troubling as that is, there is a more pressing problem to handle. Kate is a geologist at the USGS and Mt. Hood is showing all the signs of erupting.
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While trying to handle a possible volcanic eruption in the outskirts of Portland Or., Kate finds out Jev has been evolved in a fatal accident. She is left with the key from her visions and the unsettling realization that her sister was a witch in a local coven.
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She now needs to find out exactly what happened to her sister, before she is the next in line to have an "accident". But who can she trust, everyone around her seems to be hiding something.
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The story catches you up fast. There were a few editorial mistakes in the beginning that sidetracked my attention, but not for long.
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This is a fast paced story that keeps you reading to see what happens next. I am very seldom surprised by a mystery anymore. I usually have it figured out before the end. Not so this one. It took me by surprise, but at the same time I could see how the story lead up to that conclusion.
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My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/218192105">3 of 5 stars</a><br />
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I came across this book at a book sale. Being an avid reader and cook, I couldn't pass it up.<br />
The heroin of the story is Hannah, the owner of The Cookie Jar, a small town bakery. During an elaborate charity event that her bakery is helping cater, Hannah must deal with problems from her two current male friends, as well as pass lover, professor Bradford Ramsey, who wouldn't mind rekindling their old affair. Hannah very much regrets the affair and has no intention of being bullied or blackmailed into another one. She also doesn't like the attention Bradford is paying to her young sister Michelle. When she finds the womanizing professor dead at the talent show with one of her turnovers in his hand, Hannah knows she must find out who did it, before her past secrets become the main course of the town gossip.<br />
The story is well written, though I did have it figured out before half-way through the book. It moved slowly at times but kept you reading. I enjoyed the characters and they way they related to one another.<br />
The book also has recipes inter-spaced with story for the mentioned treats, and I found myself enjoying reading the recipes and looking forward to discovering the next Delicious treat. The recipes alone made the book worth getting, and I will be trying some of them out.<br />
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This book was purchased by me for my own reading enjoyment. The author and all those affiliated with this book, have no idea who I am.Theres just lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01557649636152032566noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8254341096285903432.post-66822358750114384102011-09-19T15:12:00.002-05:002011-10-02T20:38:42.705-05:00Stone of Destiny by Laura Eno<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/12375624-stone-of-destiny" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px;"><img alt="Stone of Destiny" border="0" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51hVtqfWhIL._SX106_.jpg" /></a><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/12375624-stone-of-destiny">Stone of Destiny</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2951209.Laura_Eno">Laura Eno</a><br />
My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/199957439">5 of 5 stars</a><br />
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Make sure you have the time to read this. It is one you can't put down.
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Gavin MacKenzie is a handsome self-assured Scottish Laird. When he knowingly takes and subsequently dismisses a Fae from his bed, he is asking for trouble. And he gets it in the form of Abbie Kyle a woman from the future, sent by the fae to stop Gavin's upcoming marriage.
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Abbie suddenly finds herself in another country and 400 years in the past. To make matters worse she comes face to face with a man, who takes her breath and reason away, even if he isn't her type.
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Gavin in turn finds a woman literally at his feet, and in the strangest outfit. The strangely beautiful creature then get in his face and insists that he send her back home to her time in the future.
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Laura Eno has once again brought us a story that will keep us turning the pages to the end and wishing for more. Her humor and story telling will keep us coming back again and again.
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They only thought they had outgrown us. That they had left us behind with all the other superstitions. But we were there; just under the surface the whole time. Love and Hate are the two sides of the coin of life. There can never be one with out the other. But we are working to flip the coin to our side once and for all.<br />
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We are the Gods and Goddesses of War.<br />
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We have had many names, some well known, some not. Who has not heard the names Ares, Athena, Mars, and Seth, just to name a few. But our names from Babylonian, Assyrian, Mayan, and Aztec times are all but forgotten. The names of Erra, Ashur, Ah Chuy Kak, and Camaxtli are little known in today's world.<br />
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We have worked tirelessly through out history trying many ways to come on top. But there was always someone there to remind people of the good side of man.<br />
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The God of love has many names himself and many helpers. They are always there thwarting our attempts to rule the world of man.<br />
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We can not win the battle face to face. That lesson has been learned well. So how do we win? There has been many a gathering dedicated to this problem until Ictinike came up with the solution...<br />
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The way to win was to not have to face of the God of love. <i>And how do we do that?</i> By using the cover of love and protection to our advantage. We use the fact that the one God of love is known by many names to many people.<br />
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We make man think he is protecting others from hate and intolerance. Because it may upset and cause anguish to the others; man will then forbid one group of the God of love's helpers from speaking out if another group is present. If no one is allowed to speak of love and acceptance, then the emotions of hate, intolerance, and evil will be able to rule. The coin will flip to our side and bury the other side at last.<br />
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Yes, that is the way we will win the battle. We will rule the world and no one will be any the wiser.<br />
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What a view. I can see for miles from up here. I have never really appreciated this view, never really looked at it. I was always too busy to take the time. It's only by accident that I am enjoying it now.<br />
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I can see the deep navigation channel from here. The water changes from the light blue of the shallows to a deep navy. Those small islands look like bright green paint spatters.<br />
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Over there you can see the chemical storage tanks. Hey some of them do they do have floating roofs, would you look at that.<br />
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In this direction you can see the skyline of downtown. Boy has that sure has grown since I first moved here. Just look at all that traffic. I sure am glad I don't have to drive in that.<br />
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I always knew there were a lot of ships on these waterways, but I never realized the variety. The big cargo ships, loaded with shipping boxes that look like a child's building blocks. The flat barges with everything from machinery to piles of ore or dirt or what ever that is. Boy would my kids like to climb those hills.<br />
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There goes a tour boat. Man they do they keep that thing clean, the sun reflecting off that white can blind you. I can barely make out all the people waving at me. Might as well wave back, <i>Hi.</i><br />
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And of course, all the tug boats are running around trying to heard everything in their way. Kinda like that new blue heeler puppy we got that herds everything with legs no matter what the size.<br />
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There's the Coast guard cutters. The authority of the waves. I have a lot of respect for those men and women. They are out there everyday risking their lives and limbs to keep us safe.<br />
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Ah, here comes the fire boat. Would you look at those water guns. Man I would love to get my hands on one of those. I could think of a couple of people I would like to soak. Looks like they got a big latter for rescues too.<br />
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Yeah the view up here is great. But, since I had 4 cups of coffee this morning I sure hope they hurry and get me untangled from this damn crane.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> The day started as any other day in Paradise. The gentle trade winds causing the fronds on the palms to wave a welcoming greeting to those at sea. The inhabitants of the island scurried about getting their day started.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> Along the shore the pool boys at the hotels were setting out clean towels on chase lounges. Cooks were good-naturedly haggling over price with local fisherman and farmers. Hotel guess lazily started making their way out of their rooms to greet a new day. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> Yes, just another day in Paradise. The waves gently lapped the sands of the beach. Slowly in and out, in and out, in and out... the rhythm hypnotic and peaceful. Lulling you into a trance like state.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> Then the rhythm abruptly changed. The ocean inhales deeply followed by a jarring silence. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> Everything stops in mid-motion. The pool boys forget the towels. The cooks, fisherman, and farmers fall silent. The people lying on the beach slowly sit up. As if turned by invisible hands, all heads turn toward the ocean. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> The water rushing out as if pursued by the very devil himself, reveals the undersea cliffs and valleys of the great mountains that are Hawaii.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> The shore stretches out as far as the eye can see. The shimmering scales of fish catch the eye as they flounder in the sand that, only moments before, was covered in water. In the distance the barnacle encrusted bones of once proud sailing ships are touched by the sunlight they have not felt in hundreds of years. The only hint that the ocean is still out there is the taste of salt on the breeze.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> Where has the ocean gone? What is happening? </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> As the island seems to hold its breath, waiting for the return of the ocean. Two waves of movement are seen on land.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> The tourist move toward the strange site in awe. Cameras attached to their faces recording it all for the tales they will weave on their return homes. Oblivious to the fact the islanders are moving in the opposite direction toward the mountain tops.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> Running and climbing higher and higher as fast as they can. They do not slowing down to look back. The islanders know what is coming. They have heard the stories passed down from the time of the Kings. The stories of the old gods, who would take the water from the shores only to bring it back to destroy and kill.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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9 MONTHS!!! 9 <i>DAMN</i> months without a peaceful night's sleep. Well that <i>ends</i> tonight. From here on out there will only be <i>Silent</i> nights... No phone calls at through out the night, waking me up.<br />
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I can't believe the one time I go to a club in 2 years <i>HE</i> has to be there.<br />
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The night started off great. I got to the club before the dance contest started, and got a good seat at the rail to watch it from. I got to visit and dance with all my old friends and students. To top it all off the couple that won was the ones I use to coach. It would have been a perfect night to remember, if it hadn't been for <i>him</i>.<br />
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I ran into him on the way to the Ladies room at the break during contest. I recognized him as one of the customers from the video store I manage. He was out with some people from his work. Just my luck they decided to try out the new club that night.<br />
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He was surprised to see me on that side of town. He was also surprised I could dance, drink something stronger than diet coke and didn't spend all my time working. There is a lot about me he didn't know and <i>never will.</i> But he thought he knew me. He thought just because I was polite to him, I was a push over, afraid of my own shadow. <i>He didn't know shit.</i><br />
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That first night he called my home and asked if I knew who he was, he thought I didn't remember him just because I didn't know his name. I knew who he was alright. I never forget a face <i>or</i> a voice.<br />
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The only thing I didn't know was how he got my phone number. I never give out my last name at the store. Then I found out that Jason told him my name, when he stopped into the store. It just never occurred to Jason I might not want everyone knowing my name. We live in a small town and I am the only M. Lane listed. Thank goodness I don't list my address in the phone book.<br />
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He thought he was safe. It never occurred to him that I knew who he was when he would call at 12:30...2...3...5:30 in the morning. That <i>damn ringing</i> jarring me out of a dead sleep, night after night.<br />
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Then last Friday he comes into the store while I was there to rent some movies. I guess he figured because of the after Thanksgiving crowd, I wouldn't notice him. Wrong again. I saw him when he came through the door. There isn't much I don't notice. <br />
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He was so careful not to look at me, and to stand in the check out line the furthest away from mine. But as busy as we were I kept an eye on him. The minute he walked out the door I ran a copy of his rental receipt. <b><i>Gotcha!!!</i></b><br />
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I wish I could have seen his face when he called at 4:30 in the morning and said “Do you know how I am...” I said “ Of course I do...By the way how did you like the movies 'Disturbia' and 'Nuts' “ Perfect choices for that creep.<br />
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For once he was speechless. <i>What no obscene words, no in depth description of body parts .... </i>just blissed silence as he hung up quickly on me. But he was too late.<br />
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YOU HEAR THAT YOU CREEP. TOO LATE. <i>9 MONTHS too late </i><i>Mr. Stephen Crumb of 1239 Hawthorn Street.</i> Tonight I have one last surprise for you.<br />
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You know it is amazing what you can learn from the movies.... <br />
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<i>Siiilent night, unhoooly night, Alllll is calm....</i><br />
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The light from the <b>Hunter's Moon</b> bathed the old Victorian house on the dead end road at the edge of town. All the rooms downstairs were lit by the flickering of gas lights and candles. Through the windows the women inside could be seen hurrying around getting ready for the party.<br />
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“Now remember when Vlad get here, DON'T mention anything to do with Hollywood this year.” Broom-Hilda said as she arranged the hors d'oeuvres .<br />
The young ghost setting the table asked. “Why ever not?”<br />
“Oh, that's right. You weren't around at last years party.” Frank's wife said as she gave her hair a quick glance in the mirror. “Well, someone mentioned that horrid new <a class="zem_slink" href="http://anyclip.com/underworld" rel="anyclip" title="Underworld">Underworld movie</a> and Vlad went into a rage. He went on about how Hollywood never gets anything right. Everyone KNOWS that he, Vladamir Dracul, was the first and most powerful vampire.”<br />
Broom-Hilda took up the story, “He raged on and on how the monsters today.... <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freddy_Krueger" rel="wikipedia" title="Freddy Krueger">Freddy Krueger</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Myers_%28Halloween%29">Michael Myers</a>, and that one in the hockey mask ... <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jason_Voorhees" rel="wikipedia" title="Jason Voorhees">Jason Voorhees</a> where just glorified Zombies made up by men with computers. They would never stand a chance back in Transylvania. How this younger generation has no respect or manners. They don't even wait to be invited into a house.”<br />
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“Broomy,” Ilona interrupted, “You are talking with your wand again. You have spilled half the snails and toad hoppers on the floor.”<br />
“Oh brother. Get back here.” Broom-Hilda quickly waved her wand at the hors d'oeuvres headed to the open door.<br />
“Well I think a lively discussion helps make an interesting party.” ghost said, as she floated back to admire her handiwork.<br />
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Mo'r, the older of the two banshees overheard her comment and called through the kitchen doorway, “Lively...you <i>are</i> new. Vlad is anything but Lively. He flew into such a rage, we had to nail him into his coffin. He was determined to fly to California and turn the City of Angels into the City of the Dead. Though with some of those people, I don't think anyone would know<br />
the difference. I can't find any more type O blood.”<br />
Broomy yelled back, “It's in the cellar next to the eye of newt. ”<br />
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There was a howl at the door and Lupa hurried in. “Sorry I'm late I had to send Wolfy a howl-mail to come through the western woods. The townspeople are watching the roads.” She gave Broom-Hilda a quick hug, “Missed you at bridge.”<br />
Broomy returned the hug and explained, “I had to attend the Fairy Tale Villain's dinner. I swear if I had heard <i>Fe Fi Foo Fum</i> just one more time I was going to turn that blasted giant into a beanstalk and chop him down myself. I can't believe I fell for those smooth talking Brothers Grim.”<br />
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elizabeth_B%C3%A1thory">Countess Bathory</a> came in and place the new decanter of blood in the bar. “Broomy there is the most horrible racket coming from the brambles in the back. It sounds like Ramses.”<br />
Broom-Hilda turned to her sister, “Helga, you did remember to turn off the no trespassing spell didn't you?”<br />
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Helga's eyes flew open wide and she sprinted for the door yelling, “Hold on Ramses...I'm coming.”<br />
The Countess laughed, “I take it that is a no. You better send someone out with a robe. You know how bad he got tangled up last time.”<br />
Honora the youngest banshee grabbed up a robe threw an “I'll do it”, over her shoulder as she headed through the door, running so fast her white hair streamed behind her like a wild mustang at full gallop.<br />
The other ladies laughed and turned their attention back to the decorated room to admire their handiwork. “Well, I guess that's it.” Lupa said as she picked up the chair Honora in her haste had knocked over.<br />
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Glancing out the window she announced, “Here come the men.”<br />
Broom-Hilda led the others to the hall and threw open the door to Frankenstein, <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Wolf_Man_%281941_film%29" rel="wikipedia" title="The Wolf Man (1941 film)">The Wolf man</a>, and Count Dracula. “Welcome, Welcome. Come right on in the party is ready to start.”<br />
Vlad handed Broom-Hilda his cloak and informed her the invisible man and Mr. Hyde were on the road behind them. He then kissed his brides hello and followed the others into the dinning room.<br />
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Mr. Hyde hurried up the walk talking to the air beside him. He handed over his cloak and hat, and headed toward the others.<br />
Before the Invisible Man crossed the hall, Broom-Hilda stopped him and held up two wristbands, “Griffin. Please be so good as to wear these. The ladies want to see where your hands are.” She quickly hung up the cloaks and followed him.<br />
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As she entered she announced to the room, “Everyone, Please, have a drink. Don't worry about anything. We have plenty of coffins and beds for everyone. ...Ah, the band has started to play in the courtyard. Feel free to grab a partner and dance. We hired the “Crypt Kicker Five.”<br />
Lupa grabbed the Wolf man, “Come on Wolfy, let's let the fur fly!” She dragged him to the courtyard behind Frank and his wife. Griffin was dancing with Mo'r, his wristbands glowing in the moonlight.<br />
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Ramses, in the borrowed robe, led Honora to the floor, much to her delight. Dracula was dancing with all three of his wives. Mr. Hyde threw an arm around Broom-Hilda and pulled her onto the floor. The party was off to a smashing success.<br />
At a break in the music Boris and Igor burst into courtyard, “Sorry we're late but we just came from seeing that new Saw movie and...” Boris's voice faded off as Dracula's eyes started to glow red.<br />
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This is a brief report on our findings on Planet Inter. After spending 6 months in the targeted excavation areas. We have been able to uncover written records and materials from the planet's population's first few thousand years. But only a few scattered written records after that period. <br />
While there is an indication that the people on this planet survived for an additional 2 to 3 thousand years, there do not seem to be any type of recorded records of these last centuries. This has caused us to speculate that some vast calamity must have occurred around 02020 their time. Dr. Redos has speculated that some vast communal disease must have occurred to the population of the planet. He is not sure if the disease affected the neurological or muscular systems of the populous. What is certain is it caused the populous as a whole to decline to the point of effecting the abilities to record a written message. Dr. Redos stated while it is possible that they might have been able to communicate by the use of a signal system, the finer motor skills were no longer functional. <br />
The target areas seem to be where the population was brought together to try to contain the contamination. Some of these camps seem to have held millions of inhabitants. We have found bits of plastic, metal and glass objects in every habitat in these camps. This fact has lead us to believe the devices may have used for a type of treatment or try to sustain the life of the victims. <br />
Since no written records have been found for this time period in these locations, we can not find a cause for the contamination, or what treatments where being tried. <br />
The teams are taking extreme precautions in the effort to make sure no contamination is picked up from these sites. <br />
We are planning to send search teams out to the countryside surrounding these camps starting tomorrow.<br />
They sound be reporting back to us within the month. Updates will be sent and the information comes available.<br />
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Update 09022011 – Planet Inter findings;<br />
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The search teams have returned from their first excursion to the countryside. They were able to find additional information regarding what may have happened to the planet's population.<br />
The teams brought back written records that post date the last ones found in the camps. Our researchers are currently analyzing them and will be forwarding their report to you soon.<br />
Ms. Appeal, the head of the search teams said they found the records in remote quadrants of the countryside. Perhaps these people were nomads trying to hide from the plague that griped the camps. The wittings refer to these areas being free on the contamination located in the camps. <br />
We hope to froward a report from the researchers soon.<br />
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Update 09022012- Planet Inter findings:<br />
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The researchers been able to interpret some of the records found by Ms. Appeal's teams. <br />
We have learned that apparently the camps were know as cities. Quite a few of the writings make note of the inhabitants being glad they did not have to live in the cities. This seems to support the theories that these people were avoiding the contamination of the cities.<br />
The writings make note of the possibility that there were a group of viruses that made up contamination in the camps or cities. The records make reference of not have the viruses that they called HDTV and DSL in these areas. These viruses were apparently spread by the means of something called the internet. The records also speculated on how long it would be before these areas would contain the viruses as well. <br />
Dr. Redos has yet to find out whether the viruses were neurological or muscular. But the records indicate the viruses could cause a 'hard drive failure that caused a catastrophic lose of information'. That would seem to point to more of a neurological condition, but it is not conclusive. He is hopping to uncover additional information from further excavations.<br />
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Dr. Mac has included in this report the requested image of the devices found in the habitats of the cities.<br />
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Commander S. Vaio<br />
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We found these devices in all sizes. Some small enough to be hand-held for traveling.<br />
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My grandfather was an ex-marine and he took charge. He swept me up into his arms and carried me outside away from the women. No one knows exactly what he did. But he brought me back to this world.<br />
When we came back in. I was soaking wet and screaming at the top of my lungs. My mother and grandmother said it was the sweetest sound they had ever heard.<br />
When asked what happened all my grandfather would say is he pulled my tongue out of my throat and threw a bucket of cold water on me to shock my system. I don't know if he told them everything. He always tried to protect us from the ugly parts of this world.<br />
They say when you die and come back, you bring something of the other side back with you. I couldn't tell you if that were true. I was too young to know what was normal and what was not. It was all normal for me.<br />
As I grew I started to realize I could tell when things were going to happen, like when it was going to rain. I would smell and feel the rain coming, even on a bright sunny day. My friends and I would be playing when I would announce we need to head back to the house before it started to rain. They would laugh and point out there was not a cloud in the sky. It is coming within the hour, I would say. And it did. The weatherman was right 60 percent of the time, I was right 100 percent. I didn't know why I could feel the rain on a clear day or not feel it on a cloudy day. I just could.<br />
I also had knack of getting along with all kinds of animals. Even the dangerous dog that was tied up by the shortcut home. No one could get near him. I could. I would look him in the eyes and talk to him. He would listen. I would pet him and tell him to let my friends pass. He would lick my hand and step out of the way. Some people have said it was because I showed no fear that he allowed me near. Maybe so, or maybe he understood me. You would have to ask him.<br />
He wasn't the only one. A friend and I went to one of her friend's house. She had a cat who would not go near anyone by her owner, not even the girl she had lived with for the first 8 weeks of her life. While we were all sitting at the table, the cat creeped into the room, jumped up in my lap, licked my hand and went to sleep. The owner was amazed. Dogs in a frenzy would stop and listen to me, when they would ignore their owners. Animals in the woods would come close and sit by me. I don't know why, they just would.<br />
As I grew older I noticed other things. I could tell when someone was upset by their voice over the phone. But I have been told others can do this too. That it is because on the tension in the voice. Maybe it is.<br />
After a while I didn't need to hear them to know if something was wrong. All I had to do was think of them. I knew what someone was doing and thinking. I didn't even know myself how I did this. It would just pop into my head when I thought about them. I would call them and find out they were thinking about me. <br />
I could tell the sex of the unborn child of a friend. I was more accurate than a sonogram, but only with people I knew. I could not walk up to a stranger and feel the child's sex. At least not yet.<br />
I never knew this was unusual. I thought everyone could do these things if they tried. To me this came naturally. Maybe it was because my great grandfather was one of the most powerful Medicine Man of all the Cherokee tribes. <br />
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</tbody></table> But I didn't know this. You knew, but you never let on. You didn't want me to feel different from everyone else. But I was different.<br />
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Yes I died once, but I came back.<br />
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In the garden, everywhere I love I see my love. The yellow roses that remind me of the simple yellow dress she wore the first time we meet. The pale cream rose that perfectly matches her soft skin. The pinks that remind me of the color that brushes her sweet checks. <br />
And the red ... Ah the red that one is the shade of her soft lips. That is what I miss the most. <br />
She thinks I love the roses ...But it's the gardener that I love. <br />
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This drabble is based on a painting by the American artist <a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/?ie=UTF8&tag=theresjustlif-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&search-alias=aps&field-keywords=George%20Cochran%20Lambdin" target="_blank">George C. Lambdin</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=theresjustlif-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" /> (1830-1896). It is the second in a series of stories. I hope you enjoy it.<br />
A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.Theres just lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01557649636152032566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8254341096285903432.post-44755767237172123722010-08-04T19:15:00.002-05:002010-08-28T23:33:40.163-05:00He always loved the rose garden. (A Drabbel) He always loved the rose garden. I feel so close to him here. <br />
I hope he is taking care of himself and will soon be home. His last letter was full of the things he was keeping from me. I could tell by the tone. He doesn't want to burden me with the horrible details.<br />
War is so awful. It is tearing apart our country and our families. I pray everyday for it to end and his return. I don't know what I would do without him. <br />
Oh, now look how I have crushed the rose, it is his favorite.<br />
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This drabbel is based on a Painting by the american painter <a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/?ie=UTF8&tag=theresjustlif-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&search-alias=aps&field-keywords=George%20Cochran.%20Lambdin%20" target="_blank">George C. Lambdin</a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=theresjustlif-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" /> (1830-1896). I hope you enjoy it.<br />
A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.<br />
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Sorry I have not written I have been busy in the garden. I'm sorry I did not get the flowers planted in your garden in time this year. I did however get the vegetables in and they are doing great. It wont be long till we will have to pull out the canning recipes. I can't wait to try Great Aunt Jean's tomato recipe. It sounds delicious.<br />
This is great. I still have a hard time believing I'm talking with you. To think my little brother helped make the programing that makes this happen. He told me they are really close to perfecting the voice over internet too. I can't wait till I can hear everyone's voice again. <br />
Oh yes, he said to tell Mr. Bell thank you for the suggestion. It was just what they needed. It allowed them to get over the plateau they had reached. He also told me to tell you they already have some researchers working on sending images as well as voice. Wouldn't that be great, then I could see you as we talk.<br />
Let Mr. Jefferson know I was able to get a hold of his family in Virginia. They said their computer has been down but it should be fixed by the end of the week and they would contact him then.<br />
I have so missed you, but I know you are catching up with all the family and friends there. Tell all my cousins, aunts, uncles and grandparents I said hello. I miss you all and can't wait to see you. Don't worry I am going to do as you asked and stay here until I'm called. <br />
Well I've got to go for now I'll talk to you soon<br />
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Love always,<br />
Your daughter<br />
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PS: We were able to find that old fashion yellow rose that you wanted. We all went out this weekend and planted at your grave. Hope you like it. <br />
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A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words, no more no less. Try it you might get hooked.<br />
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Here is my drabble....<br />
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I live in a temple, as it should be. My ancestors have been worshiped since the beginning of time.<br />
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I have been adored and pampered by kings and rulers through out the world. I have had my own servants and cooks. I decide who I will favor with my attention. Who will be allowed to wait on me. <br />
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I chose when, where and what I will eat. I have crowds coming daily to see me. They call for my attention. People of all ages try to entertain me. <br />
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I am cat. I live in a temple, as it should be.<br />
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