"I so love my little collection," I mused as I skipped along the hallway to a little room, wincing a bit as my tail knocked a wall mirror off balance. After a jog today that little collection became a bit larger thanks to you.
I stop at the door and open it a crack pausing long enough to pull my tight little gym shorts out the crack of my butt, after all can't let the new toys see me doing that right?
I felt myself laugh again, like a school girl as I bound into the room, happy with all the dolls and other little knick knacks I'd come across during my assignments for Sunset. I pause in front of the apple of my eye, an ornate cage, well not the cage but what's in the cage, I mean what kind of goofball keeps a cage as a hobby? Well okay I can think of a few, but that's creepy and I want to have fun, not be creeped out.
I giggle as I eye the fine tooled, silver bars of the cage you and your friends each inhabit and smile at the cute bows and bells surrounding your little prison. Every breath you take is permeated by my own sweet scent combined with various other perfumes I keep within my little doll room. A frown comes across my lips; I think I need some better lighting in here to show you adorable little guys off, maybe track lighting, oooh, yeah track lighting with a nice power blue light.
I pout a little at the silence, really wishing you would all at least play along, at least try to escape, you're like scared mice well I mean you aren't mice you're bunnies though they're cute and cuddly too, crunch too easy though.
I run an ebony furred finger across your bars as I look you over, proud at such a cute catch. How long has it been I wonder? Maybe a week, maybe two weeks since you stumbled across me after my little fun in th...
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...a moment of anger, a growl coming from my throat and then it changes to a girlish giggle as I hear a wet pop and a colorful squirt spray out from under me as what's left of that cute bunny body sprays out from under my foot.
I blush a bit, it wasn't really what I wanted to do, but it was so fun. I hobble over to one of the plush pink beanbags surrounded by plushies and point to my shocked collection with a cheery smile and motion to a nearby pedicure set and wet naps.
"You two" I point. "Clean up over there please" I was a little harsh with the command; I mean you have to be otherwise the little cuties don't listen.
"You three, come clean my foot up," I wiggle my soiled foot at them, I heard my phone ring and sighed as I flipped it open and held it to my ear as I rolled my eyes, sometimes Sunset could be such a kill joy. Well at least I got something of a break.
Courage is defined as “the ability to do something that frightens one.” This was displayed throughout the memoir The Cage by Ruth Minsky Sender in many places. During the holocaust, many people needed to exhibit courage in order to survive. There were many instances where characters stood up for what they believed in. The nazis struck terror in those who were not seen as equal to Germans and few people stood up to these guards in fear for their lives. Moishe and Catia were just two people who put Rivas lives before their own and stood up to the guards in order to save Riva’s life. Characters throughout the memoir demonstrate strength and courage in the face of fear in order to save lives of those they love.
“This ones going to kill my story. It was so happy and magical.” Elizabeth fluttered to the front of the room.
She shows Jim her glass collection. They look closely at a little glass unicorn, remarking on how ...
Summary: "The Cage" by Ruth Minsky Sender is a book about a teenage girl who was separated from her mother and brothers when the nazis captured them and sent them to a concentration camp. While she was in the concentration camp, she got sick and one of the Nazi guards took her to a hospital, but they had to go througgh several hospitals because they didn't take jews. After her operation, the doctor had to teach her how to write with her left hand because she couldn't write with her right hand. A russian commander helped her out by giving her food and baths, and she gave her a job that wasn't as hard as the other "prisoners" had. She lived off her mother's quote, "When there is life, there is hope." She believed that and she got through the
We wonder into the bedroom and crawl into the cool welcoming sheets. I shut my eyes, but not before
“This is only the beginning,” I emitted out, giving a slight laugh afterwards, “of what’s called… a new start.”
* (You run around with Frisk, feeling joyful. The weather felt pleasant. A comforting breeze blew across the landscape.)
“Do you want to play with your toys?” it constantly asks in a gentle tone. You don’t know why, but you have some growing attachment to this creature. You want your own creature to take care of. You pretend the toy is the furry thing that
and put her down to watch some TV. Then the phone rang and Susan and I looked
I giggle and look over to her, “or maybe I should be more carefull.” I think back to the time that I fell on my heels, and how maybe I should’ve walked more carefully. Hopefully I won’t break it
Shianni ducked back into the house while the old elf grabbed a couple buckets by the doorway and walked towards the square. Knowing water was involved in the clean-up process helped me to relax enough to listen to Soris reassure me no one was going to throw me out. I felt better until Shianni came back outside with a bowl full of disturbing looking tools. Seeing my reaction made her smile, showing
“Lauren?” he asked, trekking across the baby gate. I nodded in response, and continued to pet the adorable, eternally moving dog at my feet. He decided that it was a bright idea to show me a toy rope that sat in the corner of the room, and set it at my feet expectantly.
After exchanging smiles and hugs, I step back and fill to the brim with amazement at
door and follow the sidewalk to the back door. I open the door and a child-like
At first you think you imagined it, but no, the echo of manic laughter fills your ears. Someone else is in the prison. Finally, at long last, an angel had seen that this isolation, this torture, is barbaric. A wide grin spreads across your face; your lips stretch and crack even more.