Tag: Sunday Whirligig
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The Birds and the Bees
I know what you are thinking, but this story isn’t about the same. This is about my friend who went on a birdwatching safari with a few other people. According to him they set up camp late at night and then went birdwatching. They saw a lonely owl perched on a tree, barely visible due…
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A Trip Around The World
I haven’t posted in a long time. Can’t believe that WordPress stats show that my last post was 21 days ago. Anyways moving on today’s piece of fiction. “Grandma! Is this enough to take a trip around the world,” she asked excitedly, holding up her piggy bank. Her grandma carefully counted the money and said,…
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A Mountain Picnic
“Spin a yarn” they all said. Carol looked around at the group. “Well, so we went camping to the nearby hills. It was beautiful! The vast scenery, the grey mist. We sang songs while kicking stones, seeing whose would go the furtherest. And then…” “What!” Exclaimed everyone, sitting up in anticipation. “And then,” she repeated…
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Real Treasure
“Ok everyone, now memorize all the clues so that you can split up and search for the clues.” It was the day of the treasure hunt. The palms waving their fronds, songbirds singing a rousing song and butterflies flying about. All the kids were huddled up in their groups trying to figure out the clues…
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How to Melt Someone’s Anger
Ugh I’m so mad at her! She always does this in the mornings. I turn and slam the bathroom door as I go for a shave. As the water is running, I grab the blade only to cut my finger. I gulp down my desire to yell and go towards the kitchen. To my surprise…
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A Beautiful Journey
“Huff, huff” she finally reached the top. Young Penny had always been looking for something challenging. She zeroed in on climbing up a mountain top. Of course, most of the wise people in her family told her not to attempt it, but she was adamant. And this not to waste. She explored most of the…
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Rejection Can Be Hard
Sometimes rejection can be as hard as revenge.
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Little Joys
“Peek Peeeeeek” the car horn rang out as the little girl pressed it with delight. Outside a man was surveying the damage done to the car. “Two dents, smashed tail lights…” He had worked day and night to buy this car and was loathe to tell his neighbours that it was damaged in the first…
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A Bowl from the Shiny Pot
I walk into the little tent. It smells musty as though the rays of the sun haven’t peeked through this place for decades. “You are on time as always.” I look in the direction of the voice. I see the bent lady with wrinkled skin stirring a pot of shiny liquid with a bamboo ladle.…
Bernadette Braganza 