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Post by Cynthiax3 on Aug 26, 2005 16:55:04 GMT -5
That's good. I would hate having to bbs late on a Friday.
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Post by SillyFyre on Aug 26, 2005 16:59:33 GMT -5
I know, I hate BBSing late on fridays. and not it so hard getting the kids in bed at 8pm beucase she still her at 8. *sigh*
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Post by Cynthiax3 on Aug 26, 2005 17:01:08 GMT -5
I know. I have watched my friend three kids on a Sunday and they went to a concert and did not get back until after 11 closer to 12. My kids did not go to sleep while they were here. Plus it was a school night.
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Post by SillyFyre on Aug 26, 2005 17:11:19 GMT -5
I know, but thankfuly her mom is thinking of doing the drop in per-school near there house. Seeing she still only has the week on and week off with her doughter.
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Post by Cynthiax3 on Aug 26, 2005 17:22:44 GMT -5
Sounds like a good idea but won't you lose money?
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Post by Destiny on Aug 26, 2005 17:23:21 GMT -5
Ailenia!!!!!!! Silly!!!!!!!! Those stories were awesome! Man, that was good! U guys have GOT to write some more stuff!!!!
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Post by SillyFyre on Aug 26, 2005 17:28:22 GMT -5
lol.tks Destiny I am working on more.
ya, but the way she's been acting I will not miss it much. so fare this week i've had a headack everynight. pluse with not feeling well it's not helping.
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Post by Skyler on Aug 27, 2005 8:46:47 GMT -5
Srry last night Jenn, I and, myself all went out right after school. I had a scary guy follow me all over a N-A-P. He kept giving me tickets and when I'd play a game he'd come over and play them or play against me. He was creepy!! But I ended up with 2000 tickets!! Yeah!
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Post by Skyler on Aug 27, 2005 18:08:18 GMT -5
I did. What's worse is that he said two thousand but when I looked at it today, it said 3 thousand! And he was the manger there! Oh well! Good job Destiny!! Keep the story coming!!
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Post by Cynthiax3 on Aug 27, 2005 22:19:45 GMT -5
That is great Destiny. The story just keeps getting better and better.
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Post by SillyFyre on Aug 28, 2005 9:19:10 GMT -5
oh man, girl Destniy girl you are good.
I know, I know, I said I have more but I've been a little busy. but I will defany have more tonight.
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Post by Corrinewentworth on Aug 29, 2005 17:19:16 GMT -5
Here's my other story:
WINGS OF LOVE
How precious is Your lovingkindness, O God! Therefore the children of men put their trust under the shadow of Your wings.--Psalm 36:7
Prologue
Briiing! Briiing! Sierra Jensen took her cell phone out of her purse to answer it. "Hello, Sierra here," she answered pleasently. "Hi, honey," said a gruff voice on the other end. "Hi, Daddy," she said. "How's Mom?" "She's fine. She's worried about you, though." "I only left thirty minutes ago. I'm just about to get on the plane," she said exasperated. "I know, but your Mom pestered me into calling," her Dad said teasingly, giving Sierra the impression that her mother was standing right behind him listening to every word being said. "Flight 201 to New Orleans is now boarding," called a voice from the overhead speakers. "Dad, I've got to go. They just called my flight. I love you, tell Mom I love her, too. I'm just going to college. I'll see you between semesters and at Christmas." "Okay, honey, I'll tell her. I love you, too, baby. Call us when you get to New Orleans, all right?" "All right. Bye Daddy," she said. "Good-bye, sweetheart," he said gruffly. Sierra hung up and put her phone back in her purse. "Oof!" she huffed as someone knocked into her. As she regained her balance, she realized that her purse was missing. "Hey! Stop! He's got my purse!" she yelled, chasing after the man who had stolen her purse. Suddenly a race of wind passed by her when a man ran past her, going after the man who had stolen her purse. She stopped and watched as the man tackled the theif from behind. They wrestled with her purse until the security guards arrived. Then the theif attempted to make a getaway. The guards caught and handcuffed him. Sierra was so absorbed in the scene before her, that she didn't see the man walking up to her. "Excuse me ma'am, but would this happen to be yours?" he asked , holding up her purse. "Yes, thank you," she said gratefully. Then she looked up at him and saw that he had blonde hair and startlingly blue eyes. He also had a sculpted nose and a square chin. If it hadn't been for the hideous glasses he wore, and his crooked teeth when he smiled, she would've considered him extremely handsome. "You're welcome! By the way, my name's Fred Walker," he said as he thrust out his hand. "I'm Sierra Jensen. Nice to meet you," she said taking his hand and shaking it. Just then a policeman walked up. "If you don't mind, I'd like to ask both of you a couple of questions." "Sure," they both said at once. Fred relayed his part, and Sierra told hers. After about 2 mintues of questioning, they were free to go. After that, Fred and Sierra stood staring at each other until the overhead speakers announced again, "This is the final boarding call for flight 201 to New Orleans!" "That's my flight! Thank you, again. Good-bye." Sierra hefted her purse onto her shoulder. "No problem,"Fred said. "Bye!" Sierra turned around and headed to her gate. She couldn't help but turn her head to look at Fred one last time as she stepped through the gate; and caught him watching her. Then he turned and walked away.
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Post by Cynthiax3 on Aug 29, 2005 17:26:42 GMT -5
Good Story Corrine.
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Post by SillyFyre on Aug 30, 2005 9:14:29 GMT -5
That good Corrine.
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Post by Corrinewentworth on Aug 30, 2005 17:35:43 GMT -5
And I'm not even finished yet. Here's some more of it.
WINGS OF LOVE
Chapter 1
Four years later
Sierra stepped off the plane, glad to be back on her home soil. She got her bags from the luggage claim, and caught a taxi. After telling the cabbie the address, she settled back in the seat and watched familiar places pass her by. The cab pulled up in front of a brick house. Sierra paid the driver. Then she lifted her bags and climbed the steps. She set down her bags and knocked on the door. Sierra heard an unintellagable noise as the person inside got up to open the door. Then the lock clicked and the door opened. Inside stood a man whose hair was wrumpled and who had a five o'clock shadow. The tie around his neck was nearly undone. The man's eyes widened as he saw her. "Sierra!" The man stepped outside and gave her a big bear hug. "Paul!" Sierra returned the embrace. Paul Jensen held Sierra at arms length to look at her. "You've grown, beanpole." He used his nickname for her. "And you look like you been sleeping on the floor," she retorted. "Close." He grinned. "The couch. I was so tired after my rounds today that I couldn't make it to the bed." He shrugged and Sierra chuckled. "It's really good to see you again, big brother." "You too, little sis." Paul stooped and picked up her luggage. "Come on. I'll show you the guest room." Sierra followed him into the house and looked around. "Pretty nice place," she said. "It was the best I could afford on my salary." Sierra grinned. Paul was a cardiologist at Hagee Memorial Hospital. He could afford just about anything. Paul pushed open a door. "Here's your room." He stood aside and let Sierra pass. "It looks nice," she said as she looked around and saw to wooden dressers, a neatly made bed with plain white sheets, and dark green curtains hanging from the windows. "What's that supposed to mean?" He crossed his arms over his chest and gave a mock glare. Sierra wasn't intiminated. "Nothing. I just said it looks nice." "Uh-huh," he said, clearly not believing her. Sierra stuck her tongue out at him. Paul dumped her bags onto the bed. "Unpack. Then come into the kitchen. You can cook dinner." "Gee, thanks." Her voice dripped with sarcasm. "Don't you have any pity for me since I just got off a four hour flight?" She couldn't keep the laughter from her voice. "No I don't. Especially since I just got off a twenty-four hour shift at the hospital." Their was amusement in his voice. Paul gave her a mock salute and strode out the door. Sierra shook her head and laughed beneath her breath. He's such a goofball, she thought. Then she reached for her bags and started to unpack. While she was putting clothes in the closet, she ordered pizza with her cell phone. As an afterthought, she added mushrooms to the order. Paul hated mushrooms on his pizza. She had a small smile on her face as she hung up.
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