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  The Pink Nightgown By: Carrie Keiser There once was a little girl who loved her pink nightgown. She wore it at every chance she could.  She NEVER left home without if, except for the time that she did. She had gone to visit her gramma and somehow her favorite blanket, pink nightgown and her teddy bear, Ojoewah, were left behind. Many miles away.  The little girl was distraught and was stuck with finding an alternative to her favorites.  She acquired her mother’s nightgown and toted it around until it was time to go back home.  Her gramma found a blue panda bear that waited patiently for her to come visit.  I don’t think the panda got a better name than panda tho.  The girl outgrew the little pink nightgown and her mother got her a bigger, better, pink nightgown that she wore until she could no longer wear, ripping the side seams out like slits.   The Dress that Gramma Made  By Colleen Flynn Holmquist  September 11, 2022  Okay, so I don’t have any childhood memories of this article of

  Story Slingers prompt "your subject wakes up in the future or the past" September 1, 2022 Daren Flynn IT WAS THE BEST DAY OF HIS LIFE. IT WAS THE WORST DAY OF HIS LIFE. Young Wolfgang T. Abernathy III made his way down from the stage with a shout of exultation. He had just given the valedictory address at the commencement exercises for the graduating class of Pompous High School. He had done it! All those who had jeered at him and called him offensive names, could now just eat crow. He was the top of the class! Numero uno! The Smartest! The Best! "I'll show them! I'll show them all," he gloried. Yes, he who was awarded all those scholarships, would show them. He would attend an Ivy League school and he would become a brain surgeon just like he always said he would. The other kids in his class had looked down on him with their upper class demeanor, knowing, that even with his fancy sounding name, Wolfgang came from the other side of the tracks and was not w

Daren Flynn Aug 29, 2022 HOMOPHONE BASEBALL The pitcher through the bawl to the catcher butt he mist it. That's called a passed bawl: the catcher's fault, butt if the pitch is wild, then it's the pitcher's fault. The batter was tolled two keep his aye on the bawl, which he did. As a result, he was abel too hit the bawl and get on base. Had he bin tot two trussed his base coach, who tolled him too take a good lead off, butt two keep his I on the pitcher and lien toward second base. The next batter, who was the cozen of the first, approached the plait and coward in the batter's box, because he had bin hit by a pitched bawl before. The runner on first stohl second after he saw the steel sine flashed by his coach. The pitcher was surprised. He did knot think the runner wood tri to steel because there were too outs. The next pitch was hi and tite because the pitcher wanted to jam the batter.  Butt the batsman moved his feat back and lade into the bawl with awl his mite.