The temper tantrum she threw was standard performance art for any nine year old that couldn’t convince her father on the importance of riding a new bike the second it was assembled.
Mother nature’s mounting malfeasance was soon forgotten when a doting dad asked his little girl to put on an apron and help him create the perfect gooey-cheese pizza for two.
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Written by Edward Roads
Two penniless families from under the overpass sipped cold tomato soup out of partially rusted cans that were discovered a day earlier by one of the shoeless children.
When the powerful food transport passed by, several ravenous kids ran after nothing more than the taunting and untouchable scent of fresh baked bread they would never taste.
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As snow silently sang outside, a consuming case of collywobbles curbed the escalating excitement of anxious surprise party attendees.
After successfully navigating tiresome roads laden with lousy conditions, the knackered guest of honor unsuspectingly toddled up to the fated front door.
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She wontedly wore a silk crimson scarf, plush fitted hat and a smile that invited anyone who saw it to say hi.
Nowadays she wears soft tattered slippers, ruminates in a rickety rocking chair and has groceries delivered every two weeks.
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Familiar light from her ongoing baking lit the eyesome white landscape which held heightening hurdles of sastruga like distance markers to our destination.
While we trudged towards the inviting warmth of grandma’s house, an airy sweet aroma of scratch made ginger crinkle cookies cordially enveloped us.
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Urgency ushers itself upon us when the choking embers of camplight give way to the disorienting, dilating dusk within the woodlands.
Faint echoes amidst this forested twilight imminently become the crunchy, gelid compression of nearby footsteps that taint the sterility of fresh fallen snow.
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She effectively navigated the snowfall by zealously spinning her spoked wheels with a careful compliance to common sense.
As the masses were crossly cursing every shovel full, she noticed how the sun seemed to surreptitiously slide out from behind an unrolling barrel of clouds.
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Each morning, after putting on an overly cumbersome and slightly itchy robe, the old man walked to the porch.
After several, wonderful generations, his comfortably worn chair sits in remembrance of a truly loyal man who never forgot the meaning of family.
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With tears pouring out of their eyes, three restless children huddle together on the living room sofa while blurrily witnessing an inevitable fruition.
Leaving a thickset trail of lifeless brown needles, the center of merriment was mercilessly dragged across the kitchen floor and deposited on a sunless sidewalk.
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A biting blast of wind, across an icy snow-laden park, forced the tightly bundled couple to take pause on a frozen metal bench.
The inclement surroundings were instantly subdued when direct eye contact confirmed the interosculation of their devoted hearts.
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Everyone of them flew in with no pretense and ultimately all unkind words were forgotten.
For the very first time, breakfast with serendipity opened our hearts to caring for something greater than ourselves.
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I was drawn into the vespertide by a beacon that ceremoniously illuminated the pillowy plush falling fantasia.
On this niveous night, the insignia of the season spread itself like an unfurled white comforter filled with evanescible down.
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After frenetically completing a citywide bounty search, four brothers protectively parked their push transports in an off street lot for the disadvantaged.
Even though this year had been challenging for the family of four, they realized remaining close together would provide the best possibility of procuring a paddlewheel to their prosperity.
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Written by Edward Roads
Each year, at the back corner in the garage, he would carefully rummage through a tall and teetering stack of slightly compressed cardboard boxes searching for that special little Christmas display.
It was the first year without him, so an eternally grateful family found within themselves a rejuvenating sentimental bond which lit their undying tradition for the nonce and future generations.
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Written by Edward Roads
While dancing gracefully alongside genteel gentry at the invitation-only gala, she unassumingly accepted continuous compliments about her ornately grand and gleaming gown.
After reveling in the enchantment of the evening, she knelt to draw herself a bath and happenstance gave notice to an undeniable elegance in her glistening reflection.
(This is a follow-up to Mytwosentences 77)
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