3 Paws Saloon Attic

valkricry · valkricry

Once in awhile, something takes place in your life, that you can't really explain. All you really know, is that it happened, and your life changed, perhaps slightly, maybe dramatically because of it. This is such a story. I can't offer any 'proof' or documentation, all I can give you is my word on it....

valkricry · valkricry

Mrs. Papkey, stood at the front of her third grade class, and asked if anyone could share their lunch with Melinda. All twenty pairs of eyes, looked at Melinda, who stood twisting her hair and looking as if she wished she hadn't told the teacher she'd forgotten her lunch. No one spoke, and pretended to b...

valkricry · valkricry

Not a poem; a writing; not necessarily a good writing; undeniably creative writing; not prose (more amature than pro); little fact and little fiction; lotta fun. Whilst growing up, in body more than mind, mind you, I lived in an attic converted bedroom with my two brothers at my grandma'...

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The voice crackled over the tv, and Evelyn stared at the fuzzy picture. "This is the emergency .....urged to take shelter..." The static made it difficult to understand. Outside the storm battered and shook everything in its wake, and the pounding on her door was barely heard. When she answered,...

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