Begin with: “An eight-year-old from the neighborhood is the first to find me.”
300 words.
DUE DATE: Friday, April 5th, 2013 11:59PM
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Begin with: “An eight-year-old from the neighborhood is the first to find me.”
300 words.
DUE DATE: Friday, April 5th, 2013 11:59PM
I believe I was the first to blow my firing squad a kiss.
Pucker up, lovelies, if you have lips.
Lips were introduced on Model 4501. They’re molded plastic, in Mamie Eisenhower pink. Someone on the fabrication team must have had a thing for his mother.
There is no worse prison than a prison run by nuns. If you are thinking I am talking about yardstick nuns, you are wrong. Those are Past Nuns. These are Future Nuns.
by Susan Koefod
But the story of Perpetua spread, quiet as a church mouse, from convent to convent until one-by-one, nuns began to lose their composure, began straining to hear the sound of a single Harley prowling the neighborhood late at night. Their desires were answered by sleepless nights of seemingly eternal silence.
