Tell Your Tale- Guest Posting. Upon learning her whereabouts, they will both let out an ear piercing screech of surprise and then proceed to run at top speed back to the living room to start the game over again. We started off on a good note. At least while we were jour.

If I were I could leap tall ladles with a single bound. Soupy twist becomes molten lava.

Plays, Fairy Tales and Poems. And like all writers, I blame my parents. She wants to be a writer, can you believe it? Browse around, enjoy reading, comment. And if you wish to contact me in person, feel free to contact me via email. I d be happy to engage in a conversation with you. Posted August 5, 2012 by storiesbyfrances. Subscribe to comments with RSS.

8230;see which way the wind blows.

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Rhythmic oscillations bombard us daily and herd us to remain in sync with them. Beats from the headphones that house themselves in our ears or the pulses we create with our foot steps are so constant that they become noise unnoticed.