Bridgette A Mercer-Jamgochian
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I remember writing children's books when I was a still a child myself, stapling the notebook pages together to create the binding for my book. I know many children have probably done this, but have any of them wanted it as bad as I did?
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Destroyer Grey
As Abigail got herself ready for the busy day ahead of her, she heard a delivery drone drop something at her front door. She knew she was not expecting any orders from online and didn't have the time to run it to her neighbors house because she could not be late again today. The Smith's next door would get the delivery notification and send their youngest, Billy to get the package. Continuing to rush around the house, she let her loyal rottweiler, Scout, out the side door to do his business. While filling her coffee thermos, she heard Scout barking aggressively from the front porch. "Scout….leave it alone!" She screamed from the kitchen. Knowing Scout would normally give up and come back to her, she was surprised when his barking became more intense. "We don't have time for this today boy, let's go. '' Abby said as she grabbed her keys. Locking the door behind her, Abby walked around to the front of the house. She was shocked to see her guard dog snarling and snapping at the plain brown box sitting on her steps. Looking up in the sky, she spotted the unmarked drone hovering just above the tree. "Scout relax, come here" she commanded him. Once she picked up the package with no labels, the drone took off speeding away and Scout whimpered loudly. Wondering if she should deliver the package herself on her way down the drive, Abby put the box on the floor of the passenger seat of her car. “Load up boy, time to go” but Scout just stared at the mystery box from outside of the car. “Something definitely has you freaked out” she said to her dog as she opened the back door of the car. Scout jumped in but wouldn't settle down. He paced restlessly back and forth in the back seat whining continuously. Driving down the dirt road she saw little Billy walking to the bus stop. She stopped the car and rolled down the window. “Hop in Billy, I’ll drive you down to the street”. Billy jumped in and greeted Scout right away. “Why is Scout riding in the back today? And why won't he calm down? He never acts like this! Is he ok? He might be sick, is he sick?” Billy asked in a fast flurry of questions. Laughing as she said it, Abby replied “I think he is ok, he just doesn't like the package that was dropped off at my door accidentally this morning. Do you know if your mom ordered anything she is waiting on?” Billy looked at her with a face that showed pure insult. “No she hasn't ordered anything, I would know because every time she tells me to keep an eye out for it right away so it doesn't get stolen when it's dropped off.” Billy jumped out at the bus stop and waved his thanks as Abby drove away. “If it's not theirs, maybe we should take it to the drone center?” She asked through the rearview mirror. Scout snorted through his nose and still hadn’t sat down to relax. “No time before work though.” She told her restless companion.
By Bridgette A Mercer-Jamgochian3 years ago in Fiction
Jerreck's Tale
Prologue The old dragon barely ventured out anymore, ever since the day he knew his beloved Darcy was slain by the wizard known as Wiley. Yet, the day he noticed the young child near the waterfall, he knew she was lost; and in his heart, he felt the child would not be frightened of him, nor would she ever be a threat to his kind. Jerreck decided he should watch the girl closely for a while before deciding to make his presence known to her. She was barely 4 years old, and yet, she seemed so calm and wise. It wasn't until he caught her scent rising over the rushing waterfall she sat next to, that Jerreck's eyes dilated. This child not only carried the smell of the witch known as Marge, but he could smell dragon blood as well. She was too young to understand, but that didn't mean he couldn't help her. So Jerreck emerged from behind the cascading waterfall slowly. The child looked at him as if to say "what took you so long?" and smiled at him brightly. He felt this interaction in his heart. Jerreck was unsure what she was doing at the water's edge all by herself, but she seemed to know his curiosity and was determined to show him. She continued placing her hand a few inches above the water and slowly pulling it away, watching the surface of the water move like it wanted to follow her hand. When the child smiled at Jerreck every time she accomplished this, her eyes twinkling, his heart pulled intensely. He knew she didn't understand what was happening but was very curious and docile. He didn't want to allow her to continue but couldn't help but be proud of the severity in which she was concentrating at such a young age.
By Bridgette A Mercer-Jamgochian3 years ago in Fiction
Most Memorable Marley Moment
My five month old puppy, Marley, traveled hundreds of miles and took days to arrive home to us. We had waited so long for the perfect addition to our family. She immediately fit right in and seemed to take to our lifestyle very quickly. I am sure every pup parent feels like theirs is the smartest puppy ever, but we really lucked out with this one.
By Bridgette A Mercer-Jamgochian3 years ago in Petlife
Intergalactic Cadence 364
1 No one can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Yet every single night, those exact parallels are broken. Blake knows he is ten years old in his reoccurring dream. Every night he dreams of awakening in a nap pod with the LED lights blinking red. He does not hear the robotic voice making an announcement because his ear buds died hours ago. Looking around he realizes all the other pods have emptied. Sliding out of a nap pod quickly takes a certain kind of athleticism. Blake doesn't hesitate but runs full speed as soon as his feet hit the floor, passing each pod in a frantic search but not finding anyone else. He begins to panic. Every sense is enhanced like he has shifted into his highest gear of functioning. The sight of dried tear stains on a pillow case in pod G, the lingering scent of a piece of gum in the air near Q pod, and the blood trail on the floor made Blake "come to his senses". His vision seemed to become crystal clear almost as if he could track a source of heat with his eyes. Yet none strong enough to lead him anywhere, those trails had gone cold before he could ever sense them.
By Bridgette A Mercer-Jamgochian3 years ago in Fiction
Big Al
My father endured so many hardships in his life, still, he is the most light-hearted person I know. He continues to have all the typical dad jokes, punch lines, and funny insults. His great sense of humor has stayed intact throughout everything he has been through. As my main supporter throughout my life, he has instilled in me the best qualities of who I am today.
By Bridgette A Mercer-Jamgochian4 years ago in Families
Cold Cucumbers beat the Summer Heat
Growing up, I always loved a summer side dish I thought my mother had created. She would slice up cold cucumbers into a large bowl, adding sour cream and salt. I loved mine served with extra salt and the moisture of the cucumbers made the sour cream a thin dressing. Cold, crisp, crunchy, and refreshing on a hot summer afternoon. It was one of her sides she would make in large bowls, along with her potato salad and macaroni salad, to bring to family reunions, barbecues, and parties.
By Bridgette A Mercer-Jamgochian4 years ago in Feast
Buster
Growing up on a farm his whole life, William always had farm animals as pets. The farm bred many livestock that helped his family survive financially. The children helped raise the baby farm animals and William always favored the bulls. When the first calf was born on the farm, William's family knew it would be his pet. William wanted the calf to be a boy and helped bring the animal into the world. He named the small bull Buster and cared for the animal daily.
By Bridgette A Mercer-Jamgochian4 years ago in Fiction
