|My best piece of writing to date.|
A tragic tale of mistaken belief in betrayal, near death from cancer, and a last minute reunion.
Y.O.S.H.I.Y is for Yorkie,Y.O.S.H.I. by Cuddlepuss
A good little boy.
O is for Only,
The size of a toy.
S is for Sappy,
The things that you do.
H is for Happy,
You make Ginger this too.
I is for Impish,
But loyal and true.
Yoshi, You're precious,
a really faithful friend.
Your playful antics,
seem to have no end.
Protective, but fearing,
Loud storms from on high.
You keep Ginger smiling,
as the world rushes by.
Angels Don't Wear Haloes.You were at work, waiting tables at the local diner and clearing them after the customer leaves. You’d just cleared the only spare one in your section when in came three men and sat down at it. While each was tall, they looked kind of like a set of steps as there was two or three inches height difference between each of them.Angels Don't Wear Haloes. by Cuddlepuss
The first was easily well over six foot tall, maybe six four or six five. He had long silky looking brown wavy hair that fell into his face at any given moment. As muscular as he was tall, he had a very straight nose and gorgeous soft brown eyes.
The middle ‘step’ was two or three inches shorter than the first, no less muscular, and had dark blonde hair and vibrant green eyes that seemed to flicker between flinty and flirty. The third man was two or three inches shorter again,well built also, with short dark hair that seemed to stick up every which way and vivid blue eyes that seemed to pierce you right down to your soul.
As you took their order,
Human Angel - River RescuePhil had been wandering around the you tube convention, just making small talk and signing goods for fans, making appearances on various stages at the differing events, generally being a you tube star, when, without quite knowing why, he drifted over to the edge of the river the convention was being held beside.Human Angel - River Rescue by Cuddlepuss
There, floating in the current, was a small boat. On the boat was a tiny child, no more than four years old, crying and obviously in distress. Phil, looking around and seeing no-one about, waded out into the rising water and snagged the mooring line, dragging the boat, against the current, toward the bank. When he got there, a small crowd had gathered, watching, and helped get the boat ashore.
Phil, taking the child, who said his name was Mikey, to the refreshments tent and getting him a cake and some hot chocolate, while Dan got a blanket and PJ and Chris called in the police. Mikey, taking to his ‘saviour’ Phil, would only talk in his presence, and spoke of older
40 something house wife & mum of 3. I've lived within a 5 mile radius my whole life. Married @ 21, eldest born @ 22. Husband diabetic & galactoseamic, myself epileptic & heart problems. LIFE IS FUUUNNNNN!|
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