Ah the sweet smell of ammonia success! The Taylor Swift marathon proved too much for the raccoon. Our neighborhood pet pest removed himself from the chimney. 220 more words
3 weeks, 1 day
According to experts, though I’m not sure what makes anyone an expert on this subject, raccoons are repelled by bright light. Check. I can rig a light in the fireplace. 517 more words
3 weeks, 2 days
I find creating an imaginary character to be of the utmost difficulty. There are so many facets of people, that I can’t possibly just pull someone out of my ass (figuratively speaking). 115 more words
The corner of my imagination
A long time ago, before I had breasts, sense and sensibility, I dreamed I would go to a fantasy land and become fairy princess. I never imagined life as a dire space filled with hurt and ugliness. 27 more words
The random trio of words isn’t an improvisational acting prompt from my drama teacher days. It’s the recipe for removing a raccoon from a chimney. 576 more words
3 weeks, 3 days
I opened the door to our apartment and what did I see first? Flowers, flower petals to be precise. Roses. Strewn on the floor. Seriously? Rose petals on the floor? 50 more words
3 weeks, 5 days
A historians daughter. Maybe a historian herself.
She is a shy girl, innocent and pure.
She devoted her life to books and knowledge. And her father, a sole parent, a center of the universe for her. 37 more words