He couldn't remember exactly where he had read it, but he was sure that he had.

The
fact that she didn't believe him was quite frustrating as he began to search the
Internet to find the article. It wasn't as if it was something that seemed
impossible. Yet she insisted on always seeing the source whenever he stated a fact.
A long black shadow slid across the pavement near their feet and the five
Venusians, very much startled, looked overhead. They were barely in time to see the
huge gray form of the carnivore before it vanished behind a sign atop a nearby
building which bore the mystifying information "Pepsi-Cola."
The boxed moved. That was a problem. Peter had packed the box three hours before
and there was nothing inside that should make it move. The question now was whether
or not Peter was going to open it up and look inside to see why it had moved. The
answer to that question was obvious. Peter dropped the package into the mailbox so
he would never have to see it again.
She had been told time and time again that the most important steps were the first
and the last. It was something that she carried within her in everything she did,
but then he showed up and disrupted everything. He told her that she had it wrong.
The first step wasn't the most important. The last step wasn't the most important.
It was the next step that was the most important.
I recently discovered I could make fudge with just chocolate chips, sweetened
condensed milk, vanilla extract, and a thick pot on slow heat. I tried it with dark
chocolate chunks and I tried it with semi-sweet chocolate chips. It's better with
both kinds. It comes out pretty bad with just the dark chocolate. The best add-ins
are crushed almonds and marshmallows -- what you get from that is Rocky Road. It
takes about twenty minutes from start to fridge, and then it takes about six months
to work off the twenty pounds you gain from eating it. All things in moderation,
friends. All things in moderation.
Her eyebrows were a shade darker than her hair. They were thick and almost
horizontal, emphasizing the depth of her eyes. She was rather handsome than
beautiful. Her face was captivating by reason of a certain frankness of expression
and a contradictory subtle play of features. Her manner was engaging.
April seriously wondered about her sleeping partner choices. She looked at her bed
and what a mess it had become. How did she get to the point in her life where she
had two dogs, three cats, and a raccoon sleeping with her every night?
There weren't supposed to be dragons flying in the sky. First and foremost, dragons
didn't exist. They were mythical creatures from fantasy books like unicorns. This
was something that Pete knew in his heart to be true so he was having a difficult
time acknowledging that there were actually fire-breathing dragons flying in the
sky above him.
To the two friends, the treehouse was much more than a treehouse. It was a
sanctuary away from the other kids where they could be themselves without being
teased or bullied. It was their secret fortress hidden high in the branches of a
huge oak that only they knew existed. At least that is what they thought. They were
more than a little annoyed when their two younger sisters decided to turn the
treehouse into a princess castle by painting the inside pink and putting glitter
everywhere.
The paper was blank. It shouldn't have been. There should have been writing on the
paper, at least a paragraph if not more. The fact that the writing wasn't there was
frustrating. Actually, it was even more than frustrating. It was downright
distressing.
It was difficult for him to admit he was wrong. He had been so certain that he was
correct and the deeply held belief could never be shaken. Yet the proof that he had
been incorrect stood right before his eyes. "See daddy, I told you that they are
real!" his daughter excitedly proclaimed.
Was it a whisper or was it the wind? He wasn't quite sure. He thought he heard a
voice but at this moment all he could hear was the wind rustling the leaves of the
trees all around him. He stopped and listened more intently to see if he could hear
the voice again. Nothing but the wind rustling the leaves could be heard. He was
about to continue his walk when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and he quickly
turned to see who it was. There was nobody there, but he heard the voice again.
The blinking light caught her attention. She thought about it a bit and couldn't
remember ever noticing it before. That was strange since it was obvious the
flashing light had been there for years. Now she wondered how she missed it for
that amount of time and what other things in her small town she had failed to
notice.
The shades were closed keeping the room dark. Peter knew that he should open them
and let in the sunlight so he could begin the day, but he didn't have the energy or
willpower. Nothing had gone as expected the day before and he no longer wanted to
spend the energy to begin a new day. He stared at the shades wondering if there was
a way to disappear from the reality of the world for the rest of the day.
The rain and wind abruptly stopped, but the sky still had the gray swirls of storms
in the distance. Dave knew this feeling all too well. The calm before the storm. He
only had a limited amount of time before all Hell broke loose, but he stopped to
admire the calmness. Maybe it would be different this time, he thought, with the
knowledge deep within that it wouldn't.
Balloons are pretty and come in different colors, different shapes, different
sizes, and they can even adjust sizes as needed. But don't make them too big or
they might just pop, and then bye-bye balloon. It'll be gone and lost for the rest
of mankind. They can serve a variety of purposes, from decorating to water balloon
wars. You just have to use your head to think a little bit about what to do with
them.
Her hair was a tangled mess which she tried to make presentable by putting in a
lump on the top of her head. It didn't really work although it was a valiant
attempt. While most people simply noticed the tangled mess on top of her head, what
most people failed to understand that within the tangles mess was an entirely new
year. That was her secret. She kept worlds on top of her head.
Although Scott said it didn't matter to him, he knew deep inside that it did. They
had been friends as long as he could remember and not once had he had to protest
that something Joe apologized for doing didn't really matter. Scott stuck to his
lie and insisted again and again that everything was fine as Joe continued to
apologize. Scott already knew that despite his words accepting the apologies that
their friendship would never be the same.
My pincher collar is snapped on. Then comes the electric zapper collar. Finally, my
purple at-home collar is taken off and I know I’m going for a walk to the dog park.
I’m so excited to see my friends. I hope Spike or Thunder are there already.
They're the most fun to chase and tumble with. My human is pretty strict with me.
I’m only allowed on the grass and not on the sidewalks. I think she’s afraid I’m
going to jump on the other humans. I don’t understand why everyone else gets to
jump on the benches and run wild on the sidewalks. They don’t listen to their
humans. I know I could ignore mine but if I do she may zap me and it’s just not
worth it. She probably wouldn’t let me back at the dog park if I didn’t listen to
her. I just love the dog park.
He had three simple rules by which he lived. The first was to never eat blue food.
There was nothing in nature that was edible that was blue. People often asked about
blueberries, but everyone knows those are actually purple. He understood it was one
of the stranger rules to live by, but it had served him well thus far in the 50+
years of his life.