Roseanne F Cassar
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My name is Roseanne. Outside of my natural born profession; I consider myself to be a Writer. I realized while attending the College of Staten Island, what my second passion in life is; "Writing." I absolutely love writing.
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A Blue Jay Named Jayden
A Blue Jay Named Jayden Lord Jayden, his human friends call him “J” for short. Jayden is a blue jay, who lived as a pet to a family of royalties. One day, Jayden’s human brother decided it is time for Jayden to fly away and be on his own. So, the little boy took Jayden out of its cage and allow him to fly out through the open window; never to return.
By Roseanne F Cassar3 years ago in Fiction
Wall E
Ask Wall–E If walls could talk. Hey! If I told you everything that happened here in this room, would you stop what you’re doing to listen to my stories? From the time this Motel opened in 1876 to the present. Do you think you’d have the time for me? If so, terrific! The things I have seen over time could knock the socks right off your feet. Oh, my name is Wall -E. I reside in Motel 90. If you think that I’m human; guess again. I’m a talking wall who resides in room 262. I have heard everything imaginable over the years.
By Roseanne F Cassar3 years ago in Fiction
Opposites Attract
Opposites Attract A beautiful, attractive woman by the name of Charlotte Teale. A workaholic: Doesn’t allow herself to have fun, doesn’t have the time to socialize with her girlfriends or has any time to find her true love. She has dedicated herself to her job. The job comes first. Charlotte works for an Advertisement Franchise in New York City. A very well-known Franchise that has made a name for itself globally.
By Roseanne F Cassar3 years ago in Fiction
Behind The Looking Glass
Behind The Looking Glass The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. While viewing the scenery of a cold wintery forest, Sara couldn’t help feeling shocked at what she’s witnessing. She stood motionless, helpless, sick to her stomach. She noticed men in uniform, lifeless in the snow. A lot of red staining on the snow. Even some body parts were blown and thrown all over the forest grounds. A scream from a woman was heard from a distance. Sara turned and saw a man attacking a young helpless girl. Sara couldn’t believe what she is seeing. She wanted to go and help but she couldn’t move. In minutes, the screams stopped; the soldier, laughing as he’s walking away, zipping up his trousers.
By Roseanne F Cassar3 years ago in Fiction
Maine getaway
Maine Getaway We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. With such high anxiety and anticipation both my husband and I couldn’t wait for the fun to begin. Finally, reaching the driveway of our cabin. Wow…we couldn’t believe how big the cabin is in size. The advertisement picture of this place does no justice when you see it in person. I can’t wait to see the inside. Getting out of the car felt great, stretching my legs from a long drive now the challenging part, getting our luggage from the car and into the cabin. Yes, we brought a lot of things. At last, we made it to the front door. My husband has the key to unlock the door that is hiding the true beauty of what is inside. Yes, the magic key worked, the door opened, and our eyeballs popped out. Both of us yelled out. “Holy Cow! Look at this place. It was magnificent.”
By Roseanne F Cassar3 years ago in Fiction
Technology: The Next Level
Technology: The Next Level After I got home from running errands all morning, I decided to sit on my porch, drinking a cup of coffee with an enjoyable read. While reading my new book; the phone rang. I answered my phone, to my surprise; it was a friend from the past. Wow…I couldn’t believe it. I haven’t spoken to or seen Shirley in ten years. We go way…way back, like junior high school. We were on the phone for three hours. She ended the conversation letting me know that she sent me old pictures of us; I will be getting them by priority mail sometime today. I smiled on the thought of seeing pictures of us girls, teenagers, college students and so on.
By Roseanne F Cassar3 years ago in Fiction
Allies
Allies Coming from Earwig Kingdom by buggy in the dead of night. Strolling along through Phantom Grove Forest with an uneasy feeling. Along with Prince Egon, he had with him, his wife and toddler. His three-year-old son, fell asleep in the arms of his mother. Prince Egon trying so hard to look through the depths of the darkness into the forest, straining his vision, making sure the path of his buggy is safe to cross at this horrible hour of night. Prince Egon wanted to make his horses bolt, but he couldn’t do that because his son is sleeping and didn’t want to stir the baby. So, he looked at his wife, she could see that the uneasiness is starting to mount up quickly. Prince Egon, quickly turned to his wife and asked. “Dear, What Forest are we strolling through?” Princess Emma replied. “I believe this forest is Phantom Grove. Isn’t this the forest we always ride through going to Earwig Kingdom and coming home as a short cut.” Her husband nodded in agreement. Silence overcame them both for a while. Then, Prince Egon realized something special about this forest and began to feel the uneasiness lift from him.
By Roseanne F Cassar3 years ago in Fiction
Holiday Turkey Went Missing
Holiday Turkey Went Missing Every year I always do the traditional turkey; and all the trimmings that go with the holiday season. My kitchen is always chaos when the holiday is here. I have food all over the kitchen and dogs on under my feet waiting for anything that falls on the floor. I always do the cooking alone. I like it that way for a reason. When someone says, “I want to help.” I start to cringe because I know what happens when too many people get involved with preparing Thanksgiving dinner. My husband and I are always in competition with each other with specific dishes. Who makes this or that better is always the topic. I must admit to one thing; my husband does make the best meat stuffing in our family, but I come out number one with everything else; I’m only speaking the truth. Plus, everybody who has Thanksgiving with my family can tell you that my traditional dishes are worth coming over to eat every year. Sorry I’m bosting but I can’t help it.
By Roseanne F Cassar3 years ago in Feast
Romance Go Fish
Romance Go Fish It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood in Fishville. It’s the first day of school for small fries who attend an all-boys I. S. Fish more School and across the street is an all-girls I. S. Shoal Fin School. These small fries are at an age of exploring their new habitat and each other. There are more than thirty different families living in this neighborhood. As the day went on; there first lesson in class, is how to keep up and swim with the other fishes. The use of their tails when swimming is especially important. Their second lesson they learned today is look out for predators; especially the bigger fish that inhabit their neighborhood. If not careful, the bigger fish will start trouble and give a great big chase. School for these small fries are never longer than four hours in a day. It varies from day to day. The first day is always the crash course and then after that the school is used as a haven for small fries until they are big enough to venture out on their own.
By Roseanne F Cassar3 years ago in Fiction
