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If I were the moon...: Chances
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If I were the moon. Monday, April 27, 2009. Labels: Short Stories and Micro Fiction. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Scripture of the Month. Willing to observe their covenants by sacrifice.". Short Stories and Micro Fiction. Ramblings of a Genius. Laura's Real Life Dramatizations. The Write Stuff to Right.
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If I were the moon...
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If I were the moon. Monday, April 27, 2009. Why do all the best ideas come at two o’clock in the morning…. Or on the Toilet. We all think in why’s and what’s. But what if we thought in ifs and would bes. Like what if…. Stars were our personal guide. Where would mine lead yours. Love were a pocket full of sun shine. Would yours fit in it to mine. Dreams were as easy as Pairs Hilton. How special would they be. Thoughts really only cost a penny. I’d cash in all mine just to hear all yours. But would we stay.
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If I were the moon...: April 2009
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If I were the moon. Thursday, April 30, 2009. Not so far away. Actually across the street. My daddy is a millionaire. Byes me anything I want. Her Father is a writer. And loves her with all he’s got. The whole school knows me. And follows every where I go. A few at school love her. And take her any where they went. My clothes from Nordstrom and. Hers from Good Will and hand me down rags. High school: cheerleaders and jocks. Hell school: broken bones and rocks. My name is Mandi. My world doesn’t come.
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If I were the moon...: Snails
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If I were the moon. Tuesday, April 28, 2009. I would like to dedicate this to my sister Laura who inspired this tale by her tender loving car for her dear garden. Unnoticed, ten year old Benji walked up to Mrs. Caterfield’s porch. She was relaxing on a small rickety swing, letting her wrinkles soak up the sun and looking out at the peaceful afternoon. He cleared his throat and said loudly, “Mrs. Caterfield, I am here for piano lessons.”. Distracted, she suddenly looked up at him asking, “Huh?
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If I were the moon...
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If I were the moon. Monday, April 27, 2009. 8216;What is she doing? 8217; he wondered quietly as a girl sat on the overstuffed chair catty corner to his. His eyes scanned the other empty seats around the room and looked back at her, who seemed to have taken no notice to him. He liked studying in this area of the math building because rarely anyone else ever did nor ever tried to bother him there, but she chose to sit right next to him. He stuttered, “Oh nothing, just thinking out loud.”. She looked up at...
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If I were the moon...: June 2008
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If I were the moon. Wednesday, June 18, 2008. Chapter 1: of the mourning song. The song started to drain on the very soul and it dragged Ellaway down. She couldn’t explain it but some how, the sound wore her down physically too and it only became worse as they moved on. However she did not wish to be a nuisance so said nothing of the growing pain swelling within her chest. Ellaway just wanted to collapse in his arms, but leaned on him instead and tried to keep moving. They seemed to be moving toward ...
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If I were the moon...: Lime Green Peanut Butter
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If I were the moon. Tuesday, April 28, 2009. Lime Green Peanut Butter. Lime green peanut butter. Aloof in my bed. Stuck in my head. I, Aloof in my bed. Building a wall of blue. Stuck in my head. Building a wall of blue. High and fine and big. Real as a winged pig. High and fine and big. Started where you lost. Real as a winged pig. Thought you were the boss. Started where you lost. How mulled the world can be. Thought you were the boss. Now I am free to see. How mulled the world can be.
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If I were the moon...: Chapter 7: the hidden city
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If I were the moon. Monday, April 27, 2009. Chapter 7: the hidden city. Still Leopold couldn’t help but turn sharply around as he heard another small noise behind him. He scanned the streets searching in every corner, but seeing nothing, he hesitantly turned back around. After no more then two steps, Leopold heard footsteps running hard toward him. He turned around just in time to see the man named Apollo running straight at him. Leopold waited patiently for him to stand back up and get ready to fight...
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If I were the moon...: Alternate Universe
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If I were the moon. Thursday, April 30, 2009. Not so far away. Actually across the street. My daddy is a millionaire. Byes me anything I want. Her Father is a writer. And loves her with all he’s got. The whole school knows me. And follows every where I go. A few at school love her. And take her any where they went. My clothes from Nordstrom and. Hers from Good Will and hand me down rags. High school: cheerleaders and jocks. Hell school: broken bones and rocks. My name is Mandi. My world doesn’t come.
