Lucky made a face at the gloopy apple sauce in the small bowl, as she scooped a small amount into a plastic spoon. She looked to her son, Jojo Indigo Donovan, who sat happily in his high chair waiting for his next bite of apple sauce.
"I dunno how ya do it, Jo. This stuff looks pretty icky to me." She said softly, as Jojo ate up the spoonful. Lucky smiled, scooping up more apple sauce holding it to Jojo when the one year old, opened his mouth, instead of taking a bite, he let out a small sound;
"Pfff...ppah..." Jojo sounded, struggling slightly.
Lucky lowered the plastic spoon from Jojo's mouth, as the toddler struggled to speak out. His f
Lucky gently rocked her body back and forth, careful she wouldn't slip from her seat. Her slender fingers moving over her guitar, plucking at the right notes. Her eyes looked over the small crowed that stood still before her. There weren't so many people there to listen, but still she continued on...
The Summer air hung low and sticky. The gray skies above their heads promised a storm. Thunder rumbled lowly from the moutains behind as Lucky voiced her melody.
"Still falling
Breathless and on again
Inside today
Beside me today"
Lucky sighed softly seeing the crowd slowly moving, as rain began to drop down on them. Slow and steady. And ju
It all started with that God forsaken make up case Lucy towed in...that shiny pink and black case, dotted with spots of powder and dried streaks of lip stick on the corners. Jess hated that case.
Jess also hated that she had to voice her hatred of the case...the next thing she knew, Lucy had her down on the floor, straddling Jess' wait. Blush brushes and eyeliner in either of Lucy's hands. It was all pretty hazy (do too a lot of powder) after that...
Now, Jess stared at her reflection in the small mirror over her dresser. Her face decorated in various shades of eye shadow and blush, a bright light lipstick color painted of her lips. Lucy we
"So this is where you like to hang out."
Adam rolled his head back, from his spot on the dusty road he saw her moving towards him. Jess Skidmore, aka girl of Adam Brassfield's dreams.
"It's a good place to watch the stars." Adam pointed out as Jess reached his side. He lifted a pointed finger up the the darkening sky. Little twinkles of stars appearing one by one. Jess tilted her head back, her hair falling over her shoulders and back. "It's also a good place to be hit by a car." Jess put in, opening her arms to the road.
Adam gave a quiet snort, "Please, this road has been unused for years, now shh, I'm star gazing." he said, wiggling his
It was a bad idea. A very bad idea. It was originally meant to be fun, to show his girlfriend the joys of an online game Stan had showed him. And since he had liked it so much, naturally he'd wanted to show his girlfriend.
But Clyde was regretting that decision, especially now when he could hear Lucky yelling hysterically over the team-speak line,
"Did you see that? Did you see that?! OH MY GOD! What was that?" Clyde could hear the others snickering in the background, but he ignored them and spoke gently to Lucky,
"Angel, you don't have to play this game. I didn't know you would be so scared. What if I came around tonight and we watched
You don't mess with the dead by Leo-Kid, literature
Literature
You don't mess with the dead
"Stan...I know you're a bright boy, but really...have ya never seen the movie; Pet Sematary?"
Lucky ignored the icy look Stan sent her, and looked back down to the table where the furry, but limp body of Stan's beloved pet, Sparky laid. In the late evening of Halloween, Stan Marsh practically barged in way into Lucky's house just as the brunette set off to trick or treat, demanding that she would 'fix' Sparky by bringing him back to life.
"You know how to do this, Lucky. I know you do." Stan confronted, watching as she lifted her nails biting on them nervously. "Cartman told me...you do...witchcraft." he whispered the last word.
"Voodoo!"
"It's called a pedal steel guitar, daddy." I pipped following Jason through the aisles of Yes Food Mart. Once in a while he would pause, pick something random up, give it a once over and toss it in the cart with a small shrug. (Liane woke up with a cold, so my dad took it upon himself to do the shopping) Jason glanced back to me, "Pedal steel guitar...what instrument is that again, Dixie belle?"
"It's that instrument ya hear in country songs that go "deerneer neer neeer." " I mimicked a pedal steel guitar, picking out some of the...unnecessary food Jason has placed in the cart placing them back on the shelfs.
Jason puffed his cheeks and ble