Robin always said that when her Love Mobile finally quit working she would settle down, where ever that happened to be. It broke down in Santa Fe outside a small gift shop that was owned by a man called Sam Raveneyes. A Help Wanted sign hung in the window. She felt drawn into the shop as if an invisible cord was reeling her in. From the moment their eyes met there was a recognition of the two spirits. They had met in a long ago time. I have been waiting for you, Sam whispered. He had said aloud what she felt in her heart. She knew she was home to stay and so was the Love Mobile.
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I came to Angel’s Camp to work as a printer’s devil for the Calaveras Gazette. I first saw Meili at the local laundry owned by her father. Her beautiful smile won my heart. Soon we were in love and talked about a new life together. A marriage had been arranged to a wealthy San Francisco merchant when Meili was a little girl. Her parents planned to take her to The City when the pass cleared of snow. We left late at night planning to hide out in one of the old abandoned mines in the back country. The trackers found our bodies down in the shaft where we had fallen. The old timers say that they can hear us calling to each other late at night out at the old mine. They call it the Lost Lovers Mine.
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This Halloween season has been especially exhausting for Buffy the Vampire Slayer ever since the vampires joined forces with the zombies. Buffy knew how to dispatch a vampire without breaking a sweat. But these zombies were another story. How do you kill the living dead? She could hear them pounding on the castle doors as she tried to collect her thoughts. She looked up and, as her eyes caught the flicker of the candle flame, an idea sparked in her brain. I think I still have some of those old flame throwers in the dungeon that Granny picked up from the Army Surplus Store. It’s a good thing I listened when she told me not to throw them out. She said I might need them someday. Granny you were so right!
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The chemical manufacturer representatives swore to the Congressional Committee that there was nothing to worry about. All these claims by environmentalists that their chemically altered corn seed would be a death knell for the Monarch Butterfly were just voodoo science. No validity to them whatsoever. People started spotting the Ghost Monarchs during the next year’s migration. Their wings were bleached of color and looked ragged. The butterflies barely had the stamina to make it to their usual wintering grounds. Their pale carcasses were found littering the ground at the Monarch Sanctuary.
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I received the notice by email, “Last chance to get away in 2015. Great cruise deals to Mexico.” I had not heard of this cruise line before. They must have gotten my email address from other travel companies I have used. The price was too good to pass up. It was better than showing up at my dead end job on Monday. It would be great to see the beach at Cabo. I called in sick and booked an exterior cabin. I took the motion sickness pill my friend recommended before embarking. I woke up in my cabin late that night. I had slept through the Special Welcome Dinner and was starved. Maybe there was still a snack bar open somewhere on board. I was walking on the deck when I saw a dark figure ahead. “Hello,” I called out timidly, ” do you know where I can find a late meal?” He turned around slowly and said, “No, but now I know where my next meal is coming from.” Are those fangs?
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It was the night of grand premiere at the Odyssey Theatre. Max told her there was nothing to worry about. He had perfected the illusion. She was perfectly safe. Lilou wanted to trust him. Him with the beautiful dark eyes. She had fallen for him the instant she met him at the bistro. It was time for Max’s most famous illusion, The Shrinking Woman. Lilou took her position. The orchestra played the dramatic fanfare. Max proclaimed his intention of making Lilou disappear and to have her reappear in a small cupboard on the table. He waved his wand and recited the spell, ” d’ici a la bas! ” Lilou vanished in a pale blue cloud. Max opened the cupboard, “Voila!” Lilou daintily stepped out and curtsied to the crowd. She was only six inches tall. The audience erupted into loud cheers and applause. The curtain closed. When are you changing me back? Lilou wondered out loud. Regrettablement, I have not mastered the reverse spell, Max frowned as he placed her in the chest with the others.
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She had dreamed of that big house on the lake. The only problem was what she had to give in exchange for her dream. She had to marry a man old enough to be her grandfather.
Bunnie noticed a change in her husband since they moved to the lake. His sexual appetite and endurance has increased. She was pleasantly surprised by this but it seemed as his energy increased hers did the opposite.
She had barely started her morning jog when a sharp pain in her knee made it almost impossible to walk let alone run. The doctor told her she would have to stop doing any high impact exercise. This might delay the surgery for awhile. Bunnie responded sarcastically, “What do you mean a total knee replacement. I am only 25 years old, not 52!
The nurse whispered to the doctor, “Who does she think she’s kidding. Did you see how young her husband looked? He could be her son. ”
“I think it is early onset dementia,” the doctor replied.