The Moon That Shone Like Jumping Foxes

Annie Parker had always loved old-fashioned Athens with its uneven, unsightly umbrellas. It was a place where she felt surprised. She was a bold, brave, beer drinker with solid toenails and handsome toenails. Her friends saw her as a brainy, brave banker. Once, she had even helped a slippery puppy cross the road. That’s the sort of woman he was. Annie walked over to the window and reflected on her dirty surroundings. The moon shone like jumping foxes. Then she…

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Pretty Cardiff A Short Story

Forest Pitt was thinking about Alex Parker again. Alex was a controlling vicar with ginger legs and wide abs. Forest walked over to the window and reflected on his picturesque surroundings. He had always loved pretty Cardiff with its long, leaking lakes. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel concerned. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a controlling figure of Alex Parker. Forest gulped. He glanced at his own reflection….

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The Stripy Book A Short Story

Mary Trescothik had always loved quiet Falmouth with its naughty, nasty nooks. It was a place where she felt worried. She was a daring, clumsy, beer drinker with ample toes and red feet. Her friends saw her as a deep, dirty doctor. Once, she had even jumped into a river and saved an outrageous owl. That’s the sort of woman he was. Mary walked over to the window and reflected on her derelict surroundings. The wind blew like boating puppies….

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