Cookies went missing, and others were found with tiny bite marks. The little bandit was nowhere to be seen. There were no witnesses to the crime except the cat. The cat was not talking. She returns to the scene of the crime and looks at the evidence. The cookies were not at the same level, but a chair was moved to the counter. The lid was sitting on the side of the jar. Little cookie crumbs gathered on the floor next to the muddy footprints. Little footprints of mud set a track right to the cookie jar. Mom was changing over the laundry, leaving the kitchen clear. The investigation is on for the cookie thief. Mom followed the footprints to the toy room without seeing the suspect. The impressions continue to the living room, but yet no suspect appears. Little mud stains led to the bedroom, and a small child playing with toys.
“Did you steal the cookies off the counter?” Mom questioned the toddler.
The toddler looked at the mother with chocolate all over their face. “No, mama, little sister ate cookies,” the toddler answered.
“Little sister is taking a nap,” Mom answered. The messy-faced toddler smiled. Mom knew.
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Sarah Danaher
I enjoy writing for fun. I like to write for several genres including fantasy, poetry, and dystopian, but I am open to trying other genres too. It has been a source of stress relief from my busy life.
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The Freedom Thief
The bill was sitting on his desk. The governing body had passed it. This bill will indeed limit all freedoms in the name of greater power. The people need to understand how to live properly and need excellent knowledge of the government. I could be the ultimate leader with no recourse to my actions. They were told that this would provide safety for everyone but not told their personal freedoms would disappear. The plan was established so long ago to make the people ignorant of their rights slowly. We brainwashed them in schools and let the older generation die. Promise after promise that we never kept, but yet they follow still. We even demonized our rivals with the plans we were going to impose. The public bought it entirely. Now I sit in power going to sign this bill to dismantle all the freedoms this place has fought for since the beginning. Everyone will cower with the pressure to pass this to start. We will be the ones to make this work and make it work right. The first thing is to shut down our rivals, then the drains of society. Next will be the undesirables. I signed it gladly.
By Sarah Danaher3 years ago in Fiction
Tuesday, October 9th, 2012
“May I speak to Anton Heft, please,” requested the professional voice over the phone. Anton was finishing up another roof for Steve when the phone rang. He was in a filthy pair of ripped-up blue jeans that looked as though they’d been through several years worth of roof jobs. His filthy tank top was rolled and tied around his forehead like Jim McMahon’s headband. The combination of the dirt, humidity and roof tar smeared various shades of black and gray all over his body and clothes.
By Anton Mathias Heft 7 days ago in Fiction
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This story made me smile