The Road to Paradise Pocket
“Come now little one, under your covers you go” A booming voice sounded throughout a dimly lit rustic cabin.
Tiny feet began thumping a few rooms over as the large gray man sat on a bedside stool and gazed out into the blowing snow outside. It had been snowing for days now, another day and his view of the outside may begin to obscure. He could hear the wind breaking now though, not as harsh and powerful as it had been the day before, his vision a few yards further, and the sun a hair brighter that afternoon. Yes it would break by morning, the snow would stop and the sun would cast its warm healing rays over the tiny frozen town.
Comments (19)
Thanks! Now I have no choice but to go count all the syllables! I need to know which one. 😂
lol
😁
I simply have to say, Love It ❤️💕
Rules schmules indeed! Why bother with rules if the judges ain't gonna follow them? It's either the don't bother to count or they don't know how to count. And I don't know which is worse. I hope they rectify their mistake and give the spot to those writers who actually followed the rules!
Perfection.
They were pushing the envelope, thinking outside the box, not breaking the rules or being unable to follow them
LOVE. IT-TAHHHHH 🤣🤣🤣
Good message.
Yes!! Someone needed to say it.
You rebel
Oh dear, really? Could accent differences account?
ok which one now??? I am unsure but i like the way you presented it.
Lol 😆 👏🏼
Perfect response, bahahaha!!
Unbelievable. Again!
I seen that
Cathy, you are the best. 🤣😁
Hilarious!!! ROTFL 🤣🤣🤣