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There was smoke everywhere - eyes burning and gasping for air Rita ran out of the cabin , through the trees towards the ocean. So many ships in the water all shooting at the island - starting fires in the areas where the trees had been taken down in preparation for the groundbreaking ceremony tomorrow morning... What a grand day it was to be. There was finally an agreement as what to do with this strange island and they had all gathered there to be part of this enormous task -

choking, Rita moved through the crowd - alarm clocks were lined up on the beach all going off at the same time - unearthly screams accompanied the rings, bongs and clangs - Rita fell to the sand

RITA RITA - bang bang bang - Rita awoke to the sound of urgent banging on her front door - she looked quickly at her alarm and realized that she had slept through the ringer - she tossed on her white silk robe which she only used when visiting friends -- this morning it was the first thing she grabbed - - quite a contrast to the t-shirt top - and ran to the door

HURrY HURRY - you needed to be in early !!! It was Oscar - he was flushed and in dire need of a seat- The test results - oh my - hurry - Hill College is on fire !! The results are the answer to everything - I cannot find them !!!!

Dazed, Rita ran for clothes and out the door. In the back of Oscar's van, she changed and ran her fingers through her hair - tied it back with a piece of twine that she found on the floor - went through her purse for a piece of gum since she had not brushed -

The college was in smoke - sirens - water everywhere - not unlike her dream in a way - alarm clocks --water and smoke - what in the world was this meeting about - ??? and what would happen if the test results could not be saved??





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...by the black Mercedes parking along the sidewalk in front of her apartment building...with no other, but Thomas J. Preston III (T.J.) exiting the vehicle, with a wicked grin. How in the world does he know where I live? Why is he here? Rita thought to herself.
"Rita, I wanted to apologize for my abrupt departure. It was business," T.J. explains, as Rita stands frozen, mouth agape.
"Uh, uh, what?" she manages to stammer, as T.J. repeats his apology.
"Oh, okay, how did you know where I.." Rita replies, as TJ opens his driver side car door.
With a wink, TJ replies, "I am a judge in this town. I will see you in the morning, Ms.____. I have a meeting with Roger at 9:00 A.M."
"You what?" Rita asks.
"9:00 A.M. Goodnight, Rita." and in an instant, he is in the car speeding down the street.
Rita confused and in still in awe of Thomas J. Preston's III effect on her...enters her apartment, the phone is ringing. She isn't able to reach the phone in time.
As she enters her bathroom, she hears the answering machine kick on...it is Roger. He is talking a mile a minute about an unscheduled - but very important meeting - with the Judge in the morning. He would like for her to get to work that much earlier in the morning! Great, she says to herself.
After changing into her comfortable pale blue pajama bottoms and comfy university t-shirt, she hits the button to hear all of her messages. One is from Chloe. The trip to Shadow Island is scheduled for the end of the month, Chloe relays, uncharacteristically quickly. Another message is from her neighbor. And the last message is from Oscar telling her he had seen her with the Judge at the restaurant, but he hadn't had the time to come over to say hello. Oscar? Oscar was there? She had scanned the restaurant several times before TJ's arrival..she hadn't seen Oscar. This was strange, very strange. Why hadn't Oscar came over when TJ left? What was wrong?
Rita watched a few minutes of the local news, sorted her mail, and flipped through a magazine before deciding to turn in for the night. She hoped for a good night's sleep as she hit the button on her alarm, taking a double take at the clock as she did most night's now...will I dream tonight, she says to herself as she closes her eyes...

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Hi all,
Well, Winston has vocal cords!! Today the utilities guy was here to flag where all the underground lines are before the fence goes in. Well, DH didn't even know someone was in the backyard and all of a sudden Winston let out a series of barks that DH said sounded like we had a huge guard dog in the house! DH was thrilled!! I didn't know if our honeymoon was over, but now that I'm home- Winston is the same sweet love bug he's been so far. Glad to know he has vocal cords!!
School was quiet today. Now that the testing is over, the teachers are able to do more with the kids - one of the best teachers had them working on creating board games in World History. The games the kids created were unbelievable!! 3 dimensional so exciting and some much learned by doing this about the other countries. Fun to see!! That is what education should be about!
Kayweb I can't seem to get to Thinville - but will stay on the train until I do!! Just try to take it one stop at a time! Thanks for the compliments about Winston. He really is so cute!
Baba- I knew you would love Winston!! Wish you could see his personality through pictures.
He is so gentle and sweet. Are you ready to drive? Please, be so careful. I'm going to be so worried until you let us know you are ok. Could you reach your son by phone? Hope everything is OK with him.
Grand- you've lost a lot of weight so gaining 1 pound is not a big deal. You'll get it off quickly. That could just be one of those water gains that will go away as fast as he came.
Getting ready for summer vacation? Are you working this summer?
Have a great night all.

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she started humming- a familiar tune but she could not place it. The walk home was taking longer than expected - her mind was wandering and she lost track of where she was going and ended up at the new eater. - might as well have dinner and listen to the tape that she picked up from the floor after TJ left and luckily it kept recording. She ordered a pita pocket stuffed with Greek chicken, lettuce, grape tomatoes, cucumbers and that special sauce that she could not stop eating - so she ordered an extra serving on the side... water was the beverage - As she waited for her meal to be served but before she could pull the recorder from her pocket -she had shocking thoughts ..

Why did Roger seem so desperate in getting his test results delivered to the Judge? Who was Roger really ? Why didn't Oscar ask for a copy of the results ? What did Chloe have to do with any of this? and more importantly - Why was the spring break trip to Shadow Island never mentioned again? and why was she not giggling anymore???? Fear struck her like a lightening bolt--

She tossed money on the table and rushed out before eating and in a flurry and flash ran towards home where she was startled by.......


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Rita did not know what this conversation would reveal, but she was anxious for it to begin...just as the pair were seated...the judge's cell interrupted...

As he briskly stood, he offered a polite, "Excuse me" as he walked to a quieter part of the eatery. Rita was so very nervous as she watched him seem to glide across the restaurant. He had the attention of nearly every woman in the place. Embarrassed and remembering the recorder, she quickly reached down to check the device, and it dropped to the floor. Simultaneously, "TJ" returns to the table, not noticing the device at Rita's foot, or at least, she hoped. "Are you alright, miss? he asks with a hint of real concern in his voice.
"Yes, Yes, I am fine. I was just..."
"Well, good to hear. As much as I was looking forward to speaking with you. A matter that requires my immediate attention has....well, I must go...til we meet again, " TJ states with a twinkle in his eye. "Good day."
"Oh, okay, " Rita stammered.
...even though Rita was somewhat disappointed that the good judge had to leave. One part of her was quite relieved. How could somebody like me carry on a meaningful conversation with this man? Rita thought to herself.

...Rita had grown up on the wrong side of the tracks. Her father had been a drunk and abusive; he had left the family just shy of her tenth birthday.Rita had always turned to her books to escape the reality of her life in her early years. She longed for another life, a better life especially during her teen years. Her mother had worked several jobs to support Rita and her younger brother Damon. Her mother instilled in her the importance of a strong work ethic and an "I can do it" attitude. Because of this, Rita excelled in her studies. However, she never experienced many of the rites of passage that girls her age typically do...no dances, no proms, no stylish haircuts, no hip clothing, no real boyfriends or even girlfriends to speak of...a loner. Rita, too, went to work at age 15, still longing for a different life...

...Fifteen years later, Rita has grown into a very strong, independent woman.. Time had helped her personality to blossom. Her loner persona no longer exists except in times of uncertainity. She was very popular in her high school and college years because of her quirky, self-depracating sense of humor and willingness to help others. However, she had never really had a beau. Rita was not a natural beauty. Her long dark hair was unkempt; she typically kept it up so she didn't have to bother with it. Makeup had been thought of as unnecessary excess by her mother, so Rita in turn maintained the same philosohy. She was above average height, 5'8" to be exact. However, clothing was considered a need-not a want-by Rita. So, her frumpy clothes hid her long, lean physique.

....as Rita watched TJ exit the restaurant. She fumbled through her purse til she found her mirror. She opened it, examined herself, and sighed..."Ugggh! Til we meet again? Yeah, right." Rita found herself giggling as she strolled down the street toward home...the giggle a woman only has when a man is involved....

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world's collided...the plan had begun ...

Rita took his hand - "thanks "

Unlike Rita, Thomas J Preston III grew up privileged- His grandfather was Thomas J. Preston SR, but everyone who knew him called him Topper for his irritating habit of asking for all his beverages to be "topped off" - tea- milk - whisky - it didn't matter. Topper could not drink from a glass that was half-full or half- empty - he needed to sip from a "full" glass. Topper emigrated to the states from somewhere, but no one ever really knew from where- It was a closely held secret with no paper trail - He had a thick, strange accent that could not be identified -- His clothes were thread bare and in shatters and his shoes were tied to his feet when he first made land - In less that 15 years, Topper had it all - making his fortune in real estate - His accent was replaced with an aristocratic speech pattern and his clothes were from the finest shops- tailor made...fabrics imported from Italy. He had an uncanny knack of buying tiny islands that no one would ever want or even know existed - He did his research in Boston at the university library - contacted the "right" people and ended up with more than 30 out of the way "pieces of paradise." By going into business with several partners, whom he later dumped but paid well, he was able to build cabins and make all the necessary improvements - the most powerful and wealthy begged to rent out or buy the islands for themselves - by the time Topper was 89 and extremely wealthy- 26 tiny islands of less that 60 square miles each had been purchased - . Topper was a lucky man - with a loving and loved wife - 3 sons and a daughter - He died at 95- In his will Topper divided the remaining 4undeveloped islands between his children - to do with as they thought best- He decided which island each child would get by having them pick a number like in the childhood game they used to play. Thomas JR got a teeny island - mountains on all sides except for the middle valley which was dreary and overgrown...through the years JR managed to put a small airstrip on the north side of the island - tricky to get to - and not yet big enough for much of anything ---but - Junior was not a business man - he was a psychiatrist and had no idea how to do anything with that piece of rock stuck out in the ocean nor did he want to - he called it SHADOW ISLAND due to the fact that the mountains cast shadows all day long -it was a creepy place filled with mists, noises and mystery--

Junior decided to give the island to Thomas III who - altho a judge - loved mysteries and the paranormal -it was the perfect place for him - maybe he could do something with it...The day the deed was signed junior died unexpectedly -

Rita could see why Thomas J Prescott III was the talk of the town - he was knock down gorgeous - not real tall - maybe 5'11" with sandy hair- longer than most judges -that he tossed back off his chiseled face - deep brown eyes with sparkles of various hues of gold spattered throughout -dark lashes -and a broad smile showing perfect shiny, white teeth - He should have been a model -Rita by contrast was certainly not the model type but had an innocent quality about her that made her easily approachable and a friend to all who met her. Her innocence was a two edged sword however....

- grinning while taking her hand - Thomas J Prescott III added "but you may call me TJ" as he helped her to her feet--

Rita was stunned that part of her dream was actually here in reality- she remembered her "not state of the art" recording device in her skirt pocket...carefully reached in and turned it on............



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...but not the black shoes from her dream. It was Roger, and he didn't appear happy as Rita entered the office . . .
. . . "Rita, Judge Preston is a very impatient man. He is used to getting what he wants, when he wants it. I want his report completed by the end of business today."
"But, Roger, I'm not even..." Rita stammered.
"There's no BUTs. I know you aren't my secretary, but you are organized, efficient..."
"But, by the end of the day?" Rita interrupted.
"Yes." Roger stated sternly, as he exited the room.
Rita didn't know what to make of the situation. She sat down at her desk and took a quick glance around the room. She missed her raven statue! Who would steal it? She read her favorite Dickinson quote once more. Then, she began to work meticulously for the next few hours.
Later her head began to throb. The bump! Rita groaned. Rita wondered if Roger had even noticed; he hadn't mentioned it. She must have done a better job of covering it with makeup and her hair than what she had thought. She turned her attention back to the work at hand - completing this report for Judge Thomas J. Preston III. She forgoed a lunch break and
continued with the report.
It was nearly 6:00 PM when she noticed the time. Exhausted, she hit the print button. She had completed an impossible task. As she turned to pick up the document, Roger startled her from behind. "Done?" Roger questioned.
"Yes, I just printed it," Rita responded weakly.
"Well, the judge has requested that you, personally, deliver the documents," Roger instructed.
"Why? Isn't that what couriers are for? Ok, whatever, first thing in the morning," quipped Rita.
"This evening. He wants you to meet him at the new eatery down the street at 7, sharp, he'll be sitting at the bar," Roger stated evenly, as he closed the door.
Rita had less than hour to make herself presentable. Judge Preston was one of the most powerful and influential men in town. However, he was very private. He had not given one interview since being sworn into office and was rarely seen outside of the courtroom. Rita busied herself doing what she could to freshen up her hair & makeup in the office powder room. She felt so tired; her head was aching.
Always prompt, Rita arrived shortly before seven. The host asked to seat her. She politely nodded that she was meeting someone at the bar. Her head began to throb. She felt somewhat dizzy as she approached the bar. No! No! Rita thought to herself, as she felt herself beginning to fall, to faint...
...the file folder containing the documents flew from her hands. Suddenly, a man from the bar turned. He kneeled down to help this stranger...but once he saw the papers she had dropped...he knew she was - finally!
As Rita opened her eyes...she saw the pair of men's shoes - black shoes - buffed and shined - and as she looked up...gray trousers - expensive, designer black belt, striped tie, gray jacket...it was the man from her dream - finally!
Holding the documents in one hand and offering his hand to her with his other, he began, "You must be Rita. I'm Thomas."
"Thomas?" Rita whispered.
"Yes, Thomas J. Preston III..."

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A dazed Rita floundered, fussed and fumed as she rubbed her head and realized she had a large bump where she hit the wooden floor in her office -She had never fainted before - why did she wake up to an alarm clock in her bed when the last she remembered she was falling on the floor of her small and stuffy office - on her back like the Boston's in her dreams - Rita had worked hard at getting her tiny office presentable - filled with memorabilia and pertinent items to reflect her deep love of literature. The statue that was stolen was of a raven with the engraving NEVERMORE on the pink marble base - the word brings images and tales of her life - a life of difficulty, pain and hardship - the word NEVERMORE reminds her that she will never more go back to that emotional plane.... On her white board is written "WE ALL HAVE MOMENTS WITH THE DUST" her favorite quote from Emily Dickinson. It certainly seems appropriate now since her mind is like a dust storm - seeing nothing clearly -

"Better get dressed and off to work," she mumbled - Rita chose a black long flowing skirt with a silky rose and black print blouse -long sleeves -with gorgeous pearl buttons - no hose - just bare feet in those comfy shoes that she never goes without - no matter what she is wearing. The skirt had a tiny pocket which was perfect for the small recording devise she hi within it..now she would be able to keep track of her thoughts and dreams -

CLOSED FOR RENOVATION - the sign said - how could the college be closed? Oh - it was just the cafeteria -so no eating that horrid food today - It will be a great day to try that new eatery down the street - All the students rave about it...she best hurry and get that report typed to Judge Thomas J. Preston III - one day she would meet the man behind the wonderful name....she will wondered why she was preparing the reports - she was not Roger's secretary -

Rita walked in her office and stumbled over a pair of men's shoes - dress shoes, black...buffed and shined...just standing.....






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a pair of shoes . . . a man's shoes . . .dress shoes, black . . .buffed and shined . . .just standing . . . as the feet began to move, Rita began to move her eyes upward . . .tailored gray men's trousers, expensive . . .a black belt . . .shirt, jacket, striped tie . . .the Bostons rolled back over, their gaze focusing upward . . . a shadowy profile . . .the face?. . .beep! beep! beep!

Rita furiously jotted down what she could about the dream. She didn't catch a glimpse of the man's face! The reports? Chloe had insisted - odd. Rita knew she had to get to the office early in order to finish the latest report for Judge Thomas J. Preston III . . .the youngest judge to ever be sworn into office in this town . . .and the most handsome . . .

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Rita was so confused - Oscar and all those reports to several judges about Roger's test results. Oscar seems to think that Roger has such advanced abilities but then there are those who believe that Roger is simply odd - Oscar does not share much about why the judges need reports - OH wait a minute !!! This is too weird - Rita then remember part of the dream when the humans were calling for there Boston's - Their names!!!!!! Roger and Judge were 2 of them - and come to think about it - why was Chloe asking her about the reports - She did not work for Chloe -----

Rita quivered as she continued down the hall to her office - walked in and noticed that the statue on her desk was missing along with her clock - Oscar had given her the clock - Rita screamed and fell faint to the floor-

The mist came from nowhere but shrouded the bushes and dulled the sounds - The Boston's were all on their backs with tongues drooping out to the left as if pointing to.........


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Why oh why Chloe, would Oscar be sending us all to Shadow Island. Doesn't he know that they have reports of Priates there? Oh please, why are you so scared of your own Shadow ?

This all has to be involed with those alarm clocks. What can it all be trying to tell me. I have to remember to night to get a record of everything that I see happening in my dreams. They all do seem so real. I wake with sweats, shaking and my heart is beating so hard that I feel as if I have been involved in physical activities all night long.

Yes, Chloe I have the reports done for the Judges.

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..Beep! Beep! Beep! Rita bolts upright in her bed. She checks the alarm. It is time to get ready for work, she moans to herself. Last night had been the closest she had come to seeing in 'the dream' just what was behind those mysterious bushes...the Bostons had cowered to the ground and rolled over...What in the world does this dream mean? Rita thought to herself as she rose from her bed. Then, she realized...hadn't I set the clock at 2:30 AM just to see? Why did it suddenly ring at the correct time?
...am I going crazy? Rita asked herself repeatedly as she drove to work that morning. As she entered the office, she was stopped by her chatty co-worker, Chloe. Chloe was esctatic. "Guess what, Rita?"
Not really in the mood for her co-workers ever-chipper demeanor this morning, she curtly replied, "Yes, Chloe, what is it?"
Waving a brochure in her hand excitedly, Chloe blurted out, "Our entire staff is going to Shadow Island for spring break!"
"What? How? Who?" Rita stammered.
"Oh, it was Oscar's idea...." Chloe responded, as Rita stood omniously still.

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she decided to set it for a time that made no sense - 2:30 AM just to see what happened - She also put a note pad by her bed knowing that she had to start documenting all that was happening. Oscar had given her the old alarm clock for Christmas this past year and that is when the dreams of the plane - the Boston's and Shadow Island began - could there be a connection? Is she an experiment?

"stop thinking so much" she told herself as she set the alarm and started to drift off

AND THERE IT WAS - the noise coming from within the bushes rushed forward - the Boston's all fell, rolled over and............


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...a brand new alarm clock? Rita shrugged her shoulders, nonchalantly. Oscar had known she had been experiencing some trouble with her alarm clock & needed a new one. For what seemed like weeks, Rita would set the clock. Then, mysteriously, the alarm would not go off as scheduled, or it would go off at another moment..usually waking her from the mesmerizing dream of the Bostons at that one moment when....

She picked up the package. Didn't give it a second thought that day. Then, later that night....

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Oscar continued knocking at her door until she finally pulled herself together and answered - what a great guy to stop by with coffee each morning and give her a lift to work at Hill College.

"HI Rita - how far did the dream get last night?"

for some reason Rita had the feeling that Oscar knew more than he was telling- after all he was the Chair of the Paranormal Psychology Dept and had a more than passing interest in her tale of Shadow Island and those stranded on it. Fearing an outburst of laughter or a "are you nuts" look from she was careful about what she told him - she never mentioned the Boston's - it was just to weird - much of the story was kept hidden deep inside her hoping that at some point it would make sense.

"oh - not much to report -" She grabbed the coffee a , set the alarm and rushed out the door.

They were in the elevator alone --she noticed a gift wrapped box in the corner- it seemed to be moving -she sensed the smirk on Oscar's face - shivers and doubts hit her like a tornado as she bent down and saw............





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Wake to a beautiful sun filled morning. Why is it that once you wake you most of the time can't remember those nightmares that keep the body from the rest that is so needed to refresh the body and mind from the day before.
Once up and about, nothing could bring those night activities to her mind. Knowing that it was something of great importance all she wanted to do was return to the sleep mod of dreamland. Yet, the clock was telling her that she mush get moving forward with her day.

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ring - ring - the alarm clock sounded over and over until Rita reached over and knocked it to the floor - . Another day of working and of waiting and waiting until finally night beckoned her to fall asleep once again so the dream could continue - unfolding the meaning in bursts and spurts --deeper and deeper ... why is the message contained within so important that is has taken over every thought of every day.........little did she know that she would ......


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...all of the Bostons' ears stood in attention...as each of their heads simultaneously turned to the right...then, one after one...each Boston began standing on two legs...when suddenly from behind the bushes came the............

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2/4/13 3:28 P

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It would seem that in this confusion the Bostons became Super Pups! They had found parachuts for one and all and safty had been found on the little Island of lost Pups. Once on the ground the owners where gently greeted with Boston's Clowning around everywhere. Then behind the bushes came a sound...

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1/21/13 7:46 P

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Captain Jack called the steward -
"any problems back there? We see a small strip of abandoned land on a tiny island - mostly rock - but there seems to be what looks like an old landing strip - not long enough .."

The steward cut the captain off as he whispered -"The humans are gone - only the Bostons remain".................





Edited by: BABAJEAN at: 1/21/2013 (19:59)

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1/20/13 5:12 P

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The plane was descending at a quickening pace, the fog was swirling around the plane, but for a brief moment, the pilot could see through the fog. Land, a small, isolated, strip of land..........

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I am pasting what we write so that you do not have to go back and read from the bottom up -GRRR - I love Wiggles and Wobbles and the human - my next line is below the story



There was a strong sense of panic and fear as the plane alternately climbed and dove as if riding a roller coaster at the shore - but this was not the shore - ..........confused and dazed, I embraced the only thing I found familiar - my Boston Terrier, SASHA - not knowing how she escaped the "dog" area, I held even tighter to ensure that she would not be sucked away............

Then came 2 more Beautiful, Bostons, running down the isle of the plane... Wiggles and Wobbles were their names, I heard their Human call them... and to her arms they ran....

"Stampede" I heard someone say...hundreds of panting and moaning Bostons were running down the isle flinging into the arms of loved ones -all was quiet for what seemed an unexplained eternity until a dense fog rolled in - engulfing the wide cabin of the Boeing 747....than panting and moaning started and grew in intensity.....


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1/20/13 1:11 A

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Then came 2 more Beautiful, Bostons, running down the isle of the plane... Wiggles and Wobbles were their names, I heard their Human call them... and to her arms they ran....

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so - here is my idea- perhaps I need to keep busy - maybe my mind needs stimulation - better yet - I need a good laugh - BUT here is my idea. Years ago a ran a program called CRUMBS- it was to develop creativity and writing skills - but this time it is just for fun. A story is started - one or a few sentences - then another person chimes in and writes something - on and on - back and forth - we never know where the story is headed or how it will end - we have no control over the characters as each person can take them in a different direction - the rules are---- only G rated stuff - clean -

anyone game?? I find that theater-writing-puppets - can even help us work through our plateaus and it is simply fun -this could end up being a self help book - a vampire trilogy - or even a long walk in a deserted park

here it goes - first post

There was a strong sense of panic and fear as the plane alternately climbed and dove as if riding a roller coaster at the shore - but this was not the shore - ..........confused and dazed, I embraced the only thing I found familiar - my Boston Terrier, SASHA - not knowing how she escaped the "dog" area, I held even tighter to ensure that she would not be sucked away...............





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