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*hugs* Happy day!!

No you don't that is for sure. All in all aver good piece I need to reread as some of it didn't quite flow as smothly as rest I'm not sure exactly why. *hugs* Wren

WoW!!!

*makes another pot of tea* Have another mug with me?

I really liked "Fear" *hugs*

Lilpixie in all her miniature blue splender flits into the curiosity shop and takes up he position on the counter. She sits on an old match box near the cash register her job to greet customers as they come in and direct them to the things that they are looking for. It is very hard as she really would like to be a bit of a prankster but that would result in her loing her job. Her fear is that the secret shopper will some day come in and give her poor customer service points. Day done and no unsatified customers she collectes her pay and heads home like all the regular Joe's not even many people notice her as she tiredly wings her way to the door.

Congratulations Sir Wyvern! *smiles bobs a little curtsy and then hurries back to the almost dragons office to put the papers that seem to have gotten stuck to her skirts back where they belong*

*smiles and grins hugging Wyvern and then Arwen* Congratulations Hon you really are doing well!!!

I know somone who reads palms for a living and he is just a person who is very obsevant. and very carefull about what questions he steers the person to answer and ask . There are always people that will take your money if you are willing to part with it . Whether we have a 6th sense i would say yes there is alot of our brains that go unused and the small % of us that can access more seem to have small bits of e.s.p. ie:knowing what card will come up in a blind deck of cards being sure today is not the right day to take that plane. Those that really can do this rarely advertise that they can because it makes them different in a way that most do not understand. As a rule we fear that which we can not explain or understand . My 2 cents

a wonderfull presentation

Nice tribute. !

You have the nack for leaving me sitting on the edge of my seat with my heart in my throat beating wildly. *waits semi-patiently for the next post*

*sits with Arwen and waits for Wyvern.* it's good Hon!! *hugs*

Changed a bit in the third stanza. I have tried to figure out a way to rearange the 3rd line 3rd stanza to end it in a mor powerfull way but it escapes me. thanks for the comments. Pitter patter What's the matter? My head is about to explode Willy nilly This is just silly I can get this darn thing to load Dither dather Words are gathered To form a small bit of prose --------------- I did it all right Now it's gone from sight The work so carefully crafted Next time the muse hits I'll make sure it fits Writen down with a pencil and paper

cute and bouncy

*wanders off to read the origional * Not that i am very good at comapisons. I did enjoy this though.

I like the song Hon. would love to hear it just reading the words i sometimes think isn't enough. Keep up the good work !

i thought it fit just fine. cool poem!

*stops chuckling long enough to write* I loved this . Perfectly wonderfull thank you!!

Life is about the choices we make. We are in control of our own destinies to a point. If we sit back and do nothing then we waste the chances we have been given. Though we can not control everything that happens to us we can control how we react to them. Choose to be empowered. Choose to be inspired. Choose to make a difference.

*laughs out loud then ducks* lovely

*hugs* your work is very emotional it brings the reader into the feeling Love it Wren

Touble just started and mulitplies on it's on as a small boy runs through the freshly planted weeds. as he runs back out into the street his shins begine to burn and itch so he heads home at full speed. tears streaming down his cheeks. He doesn't even notice that he forgot to close the door behind him as he barges though to find his mom.

he has a loving heart he is a great friend he knows how to make tea he hugs people more than i do

Allen followed HIM discretely, cradling the newborn close to his chest. The baby didn't cry or fuss, but it seemed to be breathing. He smiled down at it, he was so tiny and what a shock of red hair. When HE went into the liquor store on the corner of Main and Brunswick, Allen took the time to drop the baby off with a friend at a nearby shelter. The woman there smiled and took the baby without asking any questions. He told her he would be back soon. The woman nodded and Allen slipped back out into the night. He hadn't gotten far from the store and was headed directly to the park. Allen grinned to himself. Allen made not a sound moving through the trees and brush of the park; he knew every leaf, stick and bug. This was his place, his back yard. He sat down on the bench that he and the little girl always sat. Just beside the runners' trail but at this time of night there were no joggers. HE never knew what hit him. When he woke up he was hanging about 5 feet off the ground with his back against a tree. He was cold and felt wet but it wasn’t raining, his arms and legs felt strange. As his vision cleared he tried to look around. The first thing he could see were his feet. They were covered with something, it felt sticky when he touched it with the toes on his other foot. Still nothing was making much sense to him. A few more minutes and his thoughts clear a little more, for a second everything is painfully clear. With a jerk he feels himself being pulled higher up into the tree. A dark stain forms on the bark and he watches it get longer as he gets further from the ground. Fear finally makes it way into His brain. Then pain as he realises that he is bleeding every where, the cold wetness he feels is blood running over the few patches of skin left on his body. “Red beautiful red” are his last thoughts as the rope is released and he hits the ground and dies.