Two scary stories
One of the holiday gifts his parents gave the boy was a blow gun, which he loved. It was not a toy for small children, to be sure.
One of the holiday gifts his parents gave the boy was a blow gun, which he loved. It was not a toy for small children, to be sure.
This is the time of year when I finally give the season a name: I call it This Horrible Winter That Never Ends. Then I feel badly, because it is rather terrible to look a thing in the eyes and label it something cruel. This is the time of year when A Boatload of Snow
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With deepest apologies to Horace, Keats, Shelley, Rossetti, and anyone else who ever created something beautiful. Also to my grandmother and my first-grade teacher, who expected better. * Season of clouds, of barren gray and dun Close bosom-friend of darkness. What is sun? A thing of faerie. Bitterest wind, and snow on snow Relentless misery
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Brethren, it is flat COLD out there. Today I saw something I’ve never seen before in my life: the wind had rolled its own snowballs. They call em snow rollers. I hear they’re all over facebook in my town, and an Ohio article today featured some cool pictures. I feel really honored that the wind
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