Clara is an old woman in her 70s with white hair pulled up in a bun. She always tries to look her best. That day she puts on her yellow dress ,which she calls her sun dress. She reaches for her brown sweater and puts it over her shoulders. As she looks for her brown loafers her cat Milly rubs up against her..Then jumps on her bed along with Willow and Henry all 3 of Clara's fur babies snuggled up together, purring and sleeping the day away. Then she puts her everyday red lipstick on. Her hobbies include knitting scarves, slippers and hats for the homeless shelter. People who know her descibe her as eccentric She is also a very sweet and caring old lady. She lives with her 3 cats Milly, Willow and Henry. Her constant companions. Clara also enjoys making frequent purchases at the local thrift store. She visits the shop every other Friday. She enjoys finding hidden treasures. Before she leaves on her thrift store journey she reaches for her yellow floppy hat her tan purse and sunglasses. Clara is very particular when it comes to matching her wardrobe. One morning she decided to visit the thrift store in town just a mile and a half away from her home. She was filled with curiosity and wonderment about what she might find. Clara begins her task of finding the perfect treasures. She found little trinkets of her favorite collectible items. Clara loved to collect cats. She also indulged in collecting old books. As she walked down the aisles she came upon some paintings. Abstract, still life, Religious, and portrait. There were all different styles of artwork to choose from.

She was searching for the perfect picture to put in her hallway. There was an empty spot that needed to be filled. As she rummaged through all the wonderful paintings that were stacked on the floor of the thrift store, Clara came across a beautiful painting of a child with brown curly hair and flowers flowing downwards towards her back. The child was holding Black eyed susans on her lap.She wore a pearl bracelet on her right wrist This child has wide, brown mesmerizing eyes. As Clara held up the painting towards the sunlight. The child in the painting seemed to glow with life. She immediately picked up the charming painting and put it in her cart as if she was calling to me to take her home. Having acquired her prized possessions, she began her journey home. Clara piled her treasures on her desk in the bedroom. She dusted off the painting, and oiled the fine wood frame. The painting came back to life with Clara's help. She discovered a label on the back. It stated the name of the painting and the date which it was painted. It indicated that the name of the child is Aurelia, dated 1880. There was not a signature of the painter to be found. Clara hung her beautiful painting on the wall, and said , "welcome home" Aurelia. I could have sworn the photo of the girl in the picture just blinked one eye at me, as if she was answering me. Could this just be my imagination running wild? Are my eyes playing tricks on me? Maybe the sunlight hit the painting in such a way that it would look as Aurelia was blinking her eye. There has to be a reliable explanation .Could my painting be possessed by the entity of this lovely child? This is truly out of the ordinary, this is a very old painting. I became curious and googled possessed painting in the 1800's. In the 19th century, it was popular to believe in the supernatural and paintings being haunted or had unsettling effects on the viewers of the paintings. Hmm , I had my doubts. I gazed at the painting and said, "Aurelia can you hear me?" "Aurelia can you see me "? Feeling very silly talking to a painting, to my surprise, she blinked one eye again. This is no coincidence. I jumped back with chills all through my body. Considering my situation, I realized I have a challenging dilemma on my hands. I look at the painting once again, becoming mesmerized by Aurelia's eyes. I could not look away; it was as if I were in a trance. I felt Aurelia's eyes just piercing through my soul. I tried and tried to take my eyes off the painting, no use; the intensity was almost hypnotic. I was fixated on Aurelia. I felt as if my body was suddenly being pulled inward into the painting. I was spellbound. A sense of absorption. I was losing track of my surroundings, diminishing awareness of my environment, not being able to focus. Tunnel vision comes to mind. The painting became my cage, a lost soul within it's frame. Aurelia held me captive. Feelings of immersing myself into another dimension, a window into another world. I was looking within myself. I am now in a timeless realm where time stands still, a placeless existence. A dream-like unreal quality of life. Not knowing or feeling the existence of time. I cannot escape my confinement. This painting is a portal for souls to live out their eternity in a parallel realm. I was now looking through Aurelia's eyes. Clara's cats started acting strangely. They stood guard in front of the painting until their demise. In the real world time passed and Clara's home was sold. The new owners only kept the painting of Aurelia which had an alluring and captivating effect on them. The painting powerfully attracts and fascinates its viewers. As time goes on the painting changes ever so slightly. You can see more flowers on Aurelia's lap, sometimes a tear is visible running down her cheek. It is now Clara's turn to mesmerize her new victims and claim their souls into the painting. Who knows how many souls were held captive in the painting? An untold number of souls found themselves prisoners within this canvas. Making it impossible to count. Their numbers lost to time. The power of the painting prevails. Who will be the next victim? Only time will tell.

Peep is on her way to the fairgrounds with her friend's duck and pig. There will be lots to eat, games to play, and fun rides like water slides. Come on let's go. You two are slow. Said Peep. Duck and pig wanted to look their very best. Duck dressed in her rhinestone vest and pig wearing his hat made of straw and grass. I shall wear my cape made of shiny red satin. said Peep Now we are all ready for the fair. Down the path, around the lake, they could hear the music coming from the fair. The fair took place in the spacious meadow. What do you know, we should give it a go. The carousel looks like fun. Round and round, giggles and chuckles, they rode their carousel ponies. Singing Yankee Doodle went to town riding on a pony, stuck a feather in his hat, and called it macaroni. The ride slowed and came to a stop. They all jumped off. Duck was dizzy from going round and round so she sat on the ground and looked around. What should we do next, she quacked Let's do something low impact to be exact let's get a snack. Says pig. Pigs always hungry he's a junk food junkie. Duck chuckles. Churros, funnel cakes, fried ice cream, ice pops, jelly donuts, caramel apples pizza, tacos, French fries, corn fritters oh my goodness, what shall I pick so many choices my mind is spinning pigs in overload. calm down pig don't have an episode. We'll get 1 of each and go watch the rodeo with some sweet tea and punch. This is quite a lunch for all of us to munch. The rodeo was exciting, bronco riding, steer wrestling, calf roping and rodeo clowns. It is such a beautiful day to be at the fair today. Our bellies are full of scrumptious food. Time to hit the sack to get us back on track. They all took a nap under the old oak tree . Only to be awakened by a thunder and lightning storm. Rain poured down on the 3 under the old oak tree. Lightning hit a branch It broke in two Came tumbling down. Watch out you two run away run away before it gets you. The branch missed Duck and Pig, but landed on Peep, you poor little sheep. Ow, my foot yelled Peep! The branch landed on her feet. Pig and Duck I am stuck. This branch is too heavy. Pig grunted , let me try Pig grabbed the branch in his mouth pulled and tugged with all his might and moved the branch 1,2,3 as easy as puddin pie, he replied. Now lets look at your poor little foot. Oh what a site your foot doesn't look right. You won't be able to walk. Pig get that little red wagon that holds some hay , Peep can lay down and rest .We will pull you back home when the rain slows down. First we will go into town and see the storekeep he always knows what to do for Peep. Store keep what should we do a branch landed on Peep's foot, and it's all black and blue. You need some rubber glue, Peeps' hoof is cracked, that is a fact, rubber glue will mend you and keep her hoof intact. Lay still Peep I'll rub the glue on you'll be fine in no time. This glue dries fast you will not need a cast. Just rest for a day and then you can play. Thank you, storekeep

you helped a heap. Waving goodbye and on their way home pulling Peep in the little red wagon .I can't imagine not finding this wagon for Peep. What luck we had I'm so glad. Peep will be mended in a day, Hooray! quacked Duck. We are almost home, Oinked Pig. It's getting difficult to pull the wagon. The path is so muddy from the storm, be careful not to slip and fall. We don't want the wagon to get stuck in the mud We can't lighten the load Peep is asleep she can't get on her feet. What luck we see Mr. Farmer's truck. Quack Quack Grunt Grunt both trying to get his attention. We need your help Peep needs care. Have no fear, Mr. Farmer is here.I will load Peep in the trailer You and Pig Wait right here. When I'm done you climb aboard we will go down this country road where the mud is not too deep. We will be out of danger. That storm made a mess and scattered debris. We need to get home and feel safe and secure. Attend to Peep's health once more. Peep you silly little sheep you need to stop hurting your feet. Duck and Pig are such good friends to help you through this pickle you got yourself into. Mr. Farmer secured the trailer. Making sure the animals are safe on their journey home. Passing the lake just now they hear a meow. A kitten must be lost from the storm. Mr. Farmer pulls the truck over to the side of the road, picks up the kitten.He wraps it in a blanket and drives home. We have a new friend to live on the farm .We saved this little kitten from upcoming harm. Arriving home with our newfound friend. Kitten will lay with Peep to keep warm. Mr. Farmer lowers the trailer ramp so Pig and Duck can unload the truck. With Mr. Farmers much much-needed help . Mr. Farmer said pull Peep into the barn .When she awakes, she will have a surprise right before her eyes. Duck and Pig stayed with Peep. To watch over her while she sleeps. Morning came to Peep's surprise, her eyes opened wide to find a kitten by her side. OH what a lovely surprise a new friend to brighten my day. We will have fun today.I will try to walk. My foot should be okay,the storekeep told me I will be fine in a day. Duck grabs a step stool and puts it by the edge of the wagon so Peep can carefully climb down. Easy peasy says Peep. That was a breeze. Duck and Pig cheered HIP HIP HORRAY Peep is okay. The kitten woke up with all the hype to see that Peep was alright. With all this excitement my tummy is hungry, gnarled Pig. Feast time for everyone I do declare. The smell of food is in the air. Mrs.Farmer is cooking up a storm for all the animals on the farm.

Our love is precious, and that is true. We belong to each other—just me and you. You fill my dreams, my heart, and my soul. You're my everything; that's all I need to know. You were made for me, and I was made for you. Togetherness defines the love I have for you. 

The man she believed she had buried is back and knocking at her door. It sounds unbelievable, but it is entirely true. This story unfolds in the enchanting streets of old-time New Orleans, a city profoundly influenced by the practices of hoodoo. Miriam and Baron, an elderly couple shaped by the passage of time, live in a charming yet dilapidated house on Rampart Street, a thoroughfare rich in history and mystery. During this period, rituals were often performed in the stillness of ancient graveyards, where the weathered tombstones stood as silent guardians. The Congo tree, with its twisted roots and sprawling branches, served as a secret gathering place for those seeking to connect with powers beyond the ordinary.

Peep the silly little sheep is on her way to the duck pond with floaties on her ankles and a tube around her waist. She doesn't swim very well. She only sinks. Peep loves her floaties they are all the color pink. On her way she meets Pig. Look at you, you silly little sheep, pig says, laughing. Peep replies, I'm going to meet Duck at the pond. We are going for a swim. Come Pig it will be fun for all, we'll have a ball. What is in your sack hanging off your back? Peep asks. Jelly belly beans to eat for a snack. They are very; very good I will share them with you and Duck. Maybe we can eat them in the old box truck. We will have a Jelly belly bean party after our swim. Filling up our cups to the brim. Jelly bellies are the best I do confess. Duck is already there with sweet tea for you and me. Watch out Pig here comes a bee, lets hide behind that fig tree. Buzz, buzz went the bee flying down to the fig tree. Don't be afraid I won't sting you. I just need some nectar to make some honey, don't be a silly funny bunny. I will land on the flowers by the hours. Thank you, bee we were scared, I do declare. The buzzing sound all around had Pig and I running round. We are on our way to meet Duck by the pond. In the morning Duck and I went for a walk. We went to the fair and saw a brown bear wearing a pink tutu with flowers in her hair. Dancing in the towns square while eating a prickly pear. What a funny site to see as we sat under the old shade tree. Pig thought that was quite amusing to see a bear in the town square. Peep and Pig walk the winding dirt path that leads to the pond. They see frog hopping merrily along. They all swim in the early morning. When all are done, everyone basks in the sun. They lay in the meadow of wildflowers and look in the sky. Let's play a game of What does that cloud look like? Peep yells, Pig that cloud looks like you, Duck says, I see a cat, I see a Cheeto, says Pig. Silly pig you always think of snacks. laughs Duck. For hours and hours they run, jump and play, then return to the barn and lay in the hay. To nap and eat jelly belly bean snacks that pig brought on his back in a sack.. Peep says, Jelly bellies are stuck in my wool, Duck quacks, they are in my feathers. Pig oinks mine are in my belly and they tasted so good! Help us get unstuck pig we are very sticky. Ew ,you are so icky. Let's march back to the pond to get you both cleaned up quickly. The jelly belly beans will slide right off. I feel like having stroganoff, says Pig. With that said they all marched to the pond singing this song. Jelly belly's here, jelly belly's there, jelly bellies in my wool and feathers everywhere. The pond is near have no fear, jump right in and let the fun begin. Swishing and splashing. Oh no Peep forgot her floaties, Peeps in trouble. Wish me luck. I'm glad I at my oaties. Duck to the rescue. Pig stands by. Duck takes a deep breath and counts to five. She grabs Peeps tail and tugs her to the tree. Duck at the rearend Pig in the front. Grab Peep now. Pig snorts and grunts. Rest now Peep that was quite a show. No more jelly bellies in your wool you know. Peep you're a silly little sheep. Duck says you must wear your swimming gear before going into the pond. Peep says, you and Pig went far and beyond to save me from the waters in the pond. Thank you, friends for all you do. You make me so proud of you. All dried and rested up, the three friends walk the path back to the farm, arm in arm, skipping along and singing songs. Duck wagging her tail feathers, Peep and Pig swaying their tails. Happy as can be. YIP-YIP- YIPEE

The smell of rain is invigorating as I watch it pour down through my window. There's a sense of melancholy in the air, with the sky weeping and showering the ground. The sound transforms from a gentle pitter-patter to a heavier, amplified rhythm. Rain hits the still pond, creating bubbles that disrupt its tranquility, turning it into a canvas of dynamic ripples and waves. Dark gray clouds thickly blanket the once vivid blue sky, obscuring the sun beneath an overcast cover. Stormy days bring ominous rolling thunderclouds, signaling that bad weather is approaching. Thunderous claps follow the lightning, creating a dramatic atmosphere.The storm rumbles loudly, accompanied by bright flashes in the sky. Thunder and lightning create a frightening atmosphere, as brilliant, jagged lines of lightning streak across the horizon. Thunder warns us when lightning is near, roaring, echoing, cracking, and banging. A sudden cloudburst brings downpour quickly, drenching everything it touches and leaving puddles all around, splashing down on the ground.

The trolls in my attic are constantly scampering around. They are the noisiest bunch of trolls, and there must be at least fifty of those little buggers up there. Many people have asked me why I allow trolls to live in my attic, but they just refuse to leave.

Lizbeth is a sweet 84-year-old woman with frail, white hair who has difficulty walking and relies on a walker for support. She underwent double hip replacement surgery a month ago and is slowly healing. One day, Lizbeth hears her phone ringing and carefully makes her way into the living room to answer it. She notices that the caller ID shows the same home number. 

Waves dance all around me. Splashing up against my body. The ocean roars it's mighty sound like rolling thunder, as the waves crash against the shore and flows up the beach before retreating. Thunderous waves breaking on the jetty. The golden smooth sand between my toes has a calming and relaxing effect on the soul. As I walk the beach leaving footprints behind me the ocean waves come to the shore to wash them away. Finding seashells, sea glass or driftwood that the tides bring to the shore. Exciting finds for all. Wild winds blowing across the ocean's surface causing waves to battle each other in a destructive powerful commotion. As I stand on the beach by the edge of the ocean, I feel the cool wind of the sea breeze blowing toward me. A refreshing smell of salt water in the coastal air. The radiant sun beaming down on my face is so invigorating and soothing, such a pleasant sensation. Oceans vastness and calmness can inspire feelings of peace, tranquility and well- being bringing a smile to my face. The ocean is ravishing when it is calm but also dazzling in the storm. The water glimmers and shimmers with shades of blue and white when sunlight hits it just right. The vibrant sea bustles with aquatic life, both marine animals and plants. Highlighting the sea's allure and hidden mysteries within this wonderful ocean. The picturesque sea is a lively and bustling place. Sometimes my mind wanders as I sit on the beach just watching the waves roll in. It is so captivating and mesmerizing. Waves create a rhythmic hypnotic pattern that is soothing to the body and mind. An everchanging sea scape is like a form of art that captures the beauty of the sea. Fascinating and mysterious, its unknown depths that are not yet explored. The sea creates the sound of calming white noise that drowns out other noises and distractions. The cries of sea gulls as they glide over the ocean in the strong wind. They symbolize freedom. Walking the pier leading to the ocean feeling the waves hitting the pillars below. Watching the people fishing or just relaxing, taking in the beautiful views. Observing some boats sailing by the breeze helps and glides them on the sea. They ride the ocean navigating the waves from small vessels to cargo ships. The ocean all around me as far as my eyes can see. Infinity.

Space Fish goes where no other fish is willing to venture. He is truly a fish out of water. With a fishbowl on his head, he can survive his long journey through space. His trusty sidekick, Mega Pickle, is his loyal companion. Together, they defend space from scallywags and evildoers.