| I'd really appreciate some comments and criticisms on this. It was a remake of my favorite myth. |
| I'd really appreciate some comments and criticisms on this. It was a remake of my favorite myth. |
| More Jesse and Cody madness. You just have to love the Rider boys. |


The Fork in the RoadThe Fork in the RoadThe Fork in the Road
There was a light rapping at the door.
"Signore." No response was heard. The falling snow cast a chill throughout the master's lavish chambers. Even the roaring fire in the ornate fireplace could not keep the biting cold at bay. The chandelier and candelabra were both unlit, leaving the fire once again to cast light and warmth upon the furthest corners of the room. Unsuccessfully so.
Signore Morte sat on the sofa, wearily staring into the flames. The realization was nothing but a dagger to his still heart. She was gone, chose a different path. She had to. What would


BananasBananasBananas
"Hiya Cody." Cody flung his backpack over his shoulder as the last bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. Turning around, he caught a glimpse of a girl, one he recognized easily. So putting on his kindest face to hide his annoyance, Cody smiled back. "Hey Izzie. What are ya up ta?" She giggled, high pitched and childish before replying. "Nothing... you?" "Just goin' home." He nodded in the opposite direction Izzie was headed in.
"I'll walk with you then." Her arm slipped around his.
Cody tried to remove his arm as discreetly as he could. This was


DisastersDisastersDisasters
"How on earth are you supposed to do that?" Today was painting day, one Maggie was dreading. She hardly painted walls back home with a brush and now Anderson wanted her to use that. It was like a paintbrush on steroids. Attached to the handle was a tube that led to a motor on the end. Maggie could only stare dumbfounded as Anderson continued demonstrating.
"Like this, Miss Lawson. Dip the paintbrush in the can and push the button." Anderson handed her the brush.
Laramie jumped up and down, watching what was going on. "Daddy can I push the button? Please? I won't make a mess,


Everybody Knows EverybodyEverybody Knows EverybodyEverybody Knows Everybody
"Miss Rosie, what is a word that rhymes with love?" Brady sat at the counter of the diner staring at a napkin scribbled in blue ink.
Rosie, who had just finished serving a customer came from behind the counter and peered over his shoulder. "Is my baby writin' a love poem?" She asked curiously. "More important, is my baby in love?" Brady flushed at this sudden interrogation. "I-I d-dunno, Miss Rosie. I j-j-jus' need a word..." He had hoped she wouldn't cause a scene. Especially with it being the lunch hour. There was no keeping secrets in a town this small. Everyb
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