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Lady Ayla
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since 2008-07-19
Posts 84
WV, United States

0 posted 2008-09-07 07:57 PM




The cat raced across the yard with a kitten in her mouth, daggling and swinging back and forth. The owner of the cat followed, her bare feet sliding through the mud, the brown slush squeezing in between her toes as mud splashed against her pants.
Why had she chosen not to wear shoes?
"Keledry, get back here with that kitten! You are not moving them in this mess!"
The yard was indeed a mess, the storm had turned the ground to mud, and puddles of water filled in whatever gaps there had been. Keledry stopped and turned around, the kitten mewing.
Why did she always have to chase the cats? Why couldn't her lazy brother get off the computer and help her when she asked for it? Why couldn't he stop staring at the t.v. screen as he played with her play station 2?
She wasn't worried about any of that now.
She was worried about the kitten, and not being able to find it once the mother cat moved it.
She walked towards the cat, but tripped over something protruding from the ground. She fell, her hands going deep into the mud, making imprints that would still be there when the ground dried. She had cut her foot, just great. The pain pulsed through through her body, but she wouldn't cry. Keledry turned and went back into the breezeway, where she and her kittens belonged.
The owner scraped the mud away, revealing something white.
What had the previous owners buried?
Disturbing thoughts entered her head. Was it a casket? Had they been murderers, or necrophiliacs?
Why would they have a casket, in both cases?
She went inside, tracking footprints and made her brother come outside. They grabbed some shovels and started to dig. They some unearthed a fridge. With shaking knees, she reached forward and opened the door. She could feel the scream in her throat. She expected the worse.
But nothing was in the fridge.
No body, no food, no entrance to another demension.
So they brought the shot guns out and shot it.

*My friend did actually find a fridge half-buried in her yard, and she did actually shoot it. She's great inspiratioN!*

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StaceyBenjilt
Junior Member
since 2008-08-21
Posts 12
WV, USA
1 posted 2008-09-07 08:02 PM


Sweet another one about me. That fridge is still in our yard, it's very dilapidated but it's there.
Bonnie j
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since 2003-06-27
Posts 1588
Ohio
2 posted 2008-09-07 08:13 PM


Well!!!!!! Let me see here. Let's turn that ole fridge into a flower pot. Sounds like a good idea to me..
Cute one
Hugs BonBon

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