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• The Writer Is Told To Take It Easy

  by NightMaiden about 1 month ago

  “I didn’t know petting an animal could be so … “

  “Nice? Pleasant? Fun?”

  “Comforting.”

  _I blinked, and then shoved him pl…

• The Writer Acts as a Liaison

  by NightMaiden about 1 month ago

  _I placed Scooter down on my lap, and made him sit. Slowly, I rubbed the area between his eyes and behind his ears, and Scoot…

• The Writer Tries to Console

  by NightMaiden about 1 month ago

  “You’re going to regret this,” a small voice chimed in my head. I ignored it and sat down next to him.

  _At first, he did…

• The Writer Gets Muddled

  by NightMaiden about 1 month ago

  The fire crackled merrily, not at all reflecting the way I was feeling now.

  If you could put my feelings in a picture, you…

• The Writer Takes Time to Gather Her Thoughts

  by NightMaiden about 1 month ago

  We were soon inside, seated on great burgundy armchairs and bundled up with blankets by the fire.

  “Thank you very much, Mr…

• The Writer Asks Questions

  by NightMaiden about 1 month ago

  “I’m sorry, darlin’,” Mrs. McCarthy said, clasping her hands together. “He came over yesterday to have tea – with me and Se…

• The Writer Gets Updated

  by NightMaiden about 1 month ago

  Mrs. McCarthy soon had me in a bear hug, and I could scarcely breathe.

  “Aidan! Look at you,” _she exclaimed, holding me ou…

• The Writer Meets An Old Neighbor

  by NightMaiden about 1 month ago

  _When we stopped at papa’s house, Raine looked like he had been run over by a freight train. I have found his weakness! He ca…

• The Writer Enunciates

  by NightMaiden about 1 month ago

  _Yet in another taxi, I had the time to ponder the questions I was going to ask him, and sort them out from the ones I was af…

• Him and His Wine

  by wytherwings about 1 month ago

  A kind of sophisticated pleasure, he thought. A rare treat. A glass of wine, something to enjoy, not something to hord. Not s…