It had been a very hard time bringing up her son, so she moved to her great, great grand mothers house for a while, before she was able to move into a house of her own in Wycoat Bay. Crystal had stayed with her great, great grand mother Christine, until the day she had became quite old and was near to dying. Crystal looked at her great, great grand mother with sad eyes as she sat down on her mothers old bed. “Do not look so sad my dear, there is more to life than death itself, and death is only but a transition from one life to the next life.” Remarked Christine in a frail cracked age old voice.
Crystal began to weep, it was strange that her great, great grand mother had such an unusual view on death. “How can you say such things Christine?”
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So Long to Normality Scene 12
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The next few days were almost normal as one day flowed into the next and then the next without...
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Who Wears the Pants Scene 237
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Anita got up from her chair and bustled about the kitchen for a few moments, then returned with...
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Stories we Tell Scene 109
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Sally picked up a bag of Pampers Baby Dry size 6. They were also labeled “New!” and said they...
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I’ll see you tonight Scene 17
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Making a ‘tsking’ sound, Dorothy stepped in close and removed the blouse, leaving Relena clad only in the stained,...
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What Happened to Ella Marsh Scene 127
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Ella had a feeling Heather was annoyed with her. She curled into a ball and waited, time seeming to...
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The Day’s of his Lives Scene 137
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What was momma going to say when she found our ‘special’ clothes? I had never discussed that aspect of...
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From Hubby to Bubby 26th July Scene 3
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By the time Jason got back from delivering the trolley Sandra was already in the front seat of the...
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Ellen’s Visitor Scene 33
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Holding him in her arms, she quietly laid him down in the crib, tucking him under a thick soft...
