He liked her a lot and considered her phlegmatic temperament to be rather admirable, but he also felt she should try to be a little more outgoing and social; he just didn’t know how to tell her what he thought without offending her and driving her away.
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We’ve all been there. Minding our own business when we stumble onto a sign that there are dragons nearby. If we’re lucky, the beast is already gone or simply passing through the area. Yet there are times where they stick around. So here’s what to look for to see if you need an exterminator.
You haven’t seen the cat in days. Sure, Princess Tangerine wanders off from time to time. This feels different. Maybe it’s because she hasn’t reacted to you running the can opener over a loudspeaker. Could even be the that her food bowl is missing . . . along with the floor it was on.
There’s a lot of smoke in and around the house. You’ve called the fire department, but that hasn’t stopped the problem. Then again, the truck has been outside for the last few days, so maybe it’s a really big fight where you…
I’ve a feeling I’ll be having to do one of these checks soon, having finally gotten to work on my WIP after a long time of being sidetracked by other things (Fiverr job orders, life, etc.). 700 words done this afternoon and hoping to keep it up for a while.
Interesting information. I usually have odd dreams so I often wonder what they mean. I can’t really recall dreams like these before, except some that were sort of like being chased (like the one that was sort of like a zombie movie and I and others were trying to get away and hide, except instead of it being zombies we were escaping from killer rabbits, and one dream where a dragon was after me, but I was the only one who could see it).
Anyone have any ideas what dreaming about grocery shopping might mean? I’ve been having a lot of dreams involving that lately.
He paced back and forth in front of the door, wringing his hands. He still couldn’t believe he’d gotten a summons to perform. He stopped pacing and took the letter from his tuxedo jacket pocket and looked at it again. The letter certainly looked authentic. That certainly looked like her seal at the bottom, with her signature. Sure, it could have been faked, the seal and signature could be counterfeit, but really, he thought, who would go to so much trouble to fool a veritable nobody like him like this? He went back to pacing.
“Calm down, Marcus,” his friend, Liam, told him from the chair beside the door. “You’ll wear a rut in the floor.”
Marcus stopped pacing and faced Liam. “Calm down? Really, Liam? Have you ever felt the sort of pressure I’m under? I have to put on a good show. I have to impress her!”
“I know you do. And you will. You’re great. She’ll love you. Now calm down and don’t let the pressure get to you, or you won’t do your best.”
Marcus took a deep breath and let out a slow exhale. “I suppose you’re right.” He gave Liam a small smile. “Thanks.”
Just then the doors opened and an older man in a butler’s suit motioned to Marcus. “You may come in. She is ready to receive you now.”
Marcus nodded and followed the butler into the large and elegantly furnished receiving room. At the head of the room, in a large, plush and ornately decorated chair sat a lovely middle-aged brunette woman in satin gowns of royal purple and who wore a golden coronet on her head. The butler led Marcus to stand before her.
“Your Imperial Majesty,” the butler said with a deep bow. “I present to you Marcus Mercanto, whom you summoned to perform for you.” Then he turned to Marcus. “Mr. Mercanto, I present to you Her Imperial Majesty, the Empress Caroline.”
Marcus gulped and gave her a deep bow even as he thought to himself, “No pressure.” When he came out of the bow, she gave him a small smile, a slight nod, and a wave of her hand.
He took a deep breath and began to sing.
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Terry heard a loud, scared cry followed by furious pounding on his door. He looked out his peephole to see his friend, Bill, on his doorstep, looking frightened. He opened the door and asked, “Bill, what’s wrong?”
Bill pointed at a small, grey figure walking down the sidewalk a couple of houses down, heading for a group of kids in costume further down the street. “Dude! It’s an alien! They’ve come to invade us!”
Terry wrinkled his nose at the smell of beer on Bill’s breath and frowned. “Dude. It’s just a kid in a costume. It’s Halloween. Remember? Just how much have you had to drink?”
“What!” Tony slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a sudden stop. Tires squealed behind him, a horn beeped, and voices called to him angrily, but he ignored them, his attention only on his passenger. “For real?”
Sam just nodded as he stared at his hands, folded in his lap, a deep frown on his face.
“I can’t believe it,” Tony said. “You and Julie were so good together. What happened?”
Sam shrugged. “I don’t know, man. I just don’t know. She just suddenly broke things off.”
“Have you tried to talk to her?”
“Yeah. She won’t answer my calls.”
Tony gave his head a small shake, then got the car moving again. “I’m sorry, man,” he said as they continued down the road. “Really. But that’s the breaks, I guess. Look, maybe you need to just take a break from dating, and just have some fun being single for a while.”
Sam stared down at his folded hands for a moment before replying, “Maybe you’re right.”
Tony nodded. “Right. Look, how about we go get something to drink. These errands can wait for later.”
Tony stopped outside the closest pub. Once they were inside, the two went up to the bar and ordered a couple of beers. With beers in hand, they headed for an empty table in the back, but along the way Sam spotted a pretty brunette near the jukebox and made a beeline for her. Tony shook his head and continued on towards the table, muttering, “Here we go again. I hope he catches a break soon. I could sure use a break.”
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