“I sense colors in you. They’re strong and beautiful….and sad. I wondered what your colors were for a long time. They’re the colors of the sunset…the blazing shades of a sunset that burn just before the darkness sets in.”
~ MARS by Fuyumi Soryo
The Liebster award? Aw shucks, floodingaugust, you shouldn’t have, but since you did, allow me to graciously accept your nomination.
Alright, let’s dot those i’s and cross those t’s.
Here are the rules for accepting the Liebster Award:
- Post the award on your blog.
- Thank the blogger who presented this award and link back to their blog.
- Write 11 random facts about yourself.
- Nominate 11 bloggers who you feel deserve this award and who have less than 200 followers.
- Answer 11 questions posted by the presenter and ask your nominees 11 questions
Hmm…that…is a lot of rules, and in times like this, the words of Jack Black tend to come to me:
*Flexes fingers* Here we go. Continue reading
I remember Mrs. Pauley.
She had six boys, and she was a nice old lady
But Mrs. Pauley never had a girl,
She said that’s why she liked me.
I never met Mrs. Pauley’s boys
She said they’re all grown and gone.
And I only saw Mr. Pauley sometimes,
When he joined us on the lawn. Continue reading
She dug through the cardboard box that passed for the Lost and Found bin at the coffee shop. There was an empty mug of what used to be milk tea on the table in front of her, and she blew her hair out of her face in exasperation. She should have known better than to take some letter pinned on the coffee shop’s bulletin board seriously. Be here at noon, yeah right. Continue reading
“So, word ‘round the shelter’s that you were adopted and then brought back. Didja throw up in the human’s shoe?”
A cackle of laughter came from the cage next to his. He didn’t even bother justifying that with a response.
“Didja eat the garbage instead of the food? Got too used to that stray life, didja?”
He rolled his eyes and stretched his long, lean body.
“Heard your name’s Joey. Imma call you J, can I call you J?”
Joey was the name the shelter decided on. But that wasn’t the name she gave him. “It’s Zing.” Continue reading