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Time Trials- Audition Part 2
Ricky rubbed his eyes and waited for them to adjust. When they did, Ricky had to rub his eyes again. Before him was the most bizarre places he had ever seen. The sky was so colorful that it seemed surreal. The ground was checkered black and white. "Guys?" he murmured slowly, looking over at his three companions, who were looking around, just as dazed. "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore."
"Oh, my," Caddie whispered. "What is this ?" Instinctively, her body tensed and lowered down into a defensive position. They were definitely not anywhere near their home town, and if that weren't enough, something seemed to be approaching them. Occhio, for obvious reasons, was the first to spot it.
"Well that's a strange sight " the aye-aye said, pointing a long bony finger. It was a large glowing blue orb, surrounded by intricate, detailed bronze. The more it bobbed along, the closer it got to the group, and the more detail they could make out.
The sphere paused when it saw th
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Time Trials: The Bushy Tail Spies Audition Part 1
Ricky Trelfore took a breath of the cold fall air as he walked along the street. School had recently started, and although he hated the place with a passion, it was a good distraction from painful thoughts. With his hands in his pockets, he strolled down the sidewalk leisurely. Ricky sighed as images flashed through his mind. Mom Dad He missed them terribly. It had been years since the car accident, and he had managed to adjust since then, but still life at the orphanage was so different from the life he once knew.
The squirrel had to smile when he thought of all the kids, though. They were all so strong in their own way. They had to be, and from them, Ricky had learned how to cope with the pain. He felt endowed to them, and thus took on the role as a protective older brother. Those kids hadn't been picked on by bullies for a while.
Ricky was so deep in his
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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