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The Experience of cleaning "Doggy" IT took a few minutes before she could administer a proper bath. She had to put her food away and wash her face off. Smiling, Petal turned and picked up the creature she gave the name of "Little Guy".  Petal found that she was really having fun with this activity. Noting the animal's size, Petal decided that the sink would be the better place to clean up the animal. She filled the sink partially with water before gently placing him  Linside. Searching through her duffel bag, she used the rest of the shampoo on the dog, messaging it into it's fur. Then taking the little sink hose, she sprayed the dog clean

Scared Via "Doggy" Petal was on her way back from exploring the school and school yard. Her backpack was refilled with more supplies and it was getting colder. Petal looked up into the sky and found that the sun was moving more to the east, setting itself to sleep. Petal needed to get home before dark; it was a scary idea to be walking alone in the dark. Having nobody at her side just made things worse; but she tired not to think about it. But she couldn't help but do that now. She would kill for some company. Petal felt herself beginning to freak out. Suddenly she heard a sound she hadn't heard before. A loud, primitive, ala

Mini Stories of a New Life IT took Petal days to gather up enough courage to venture outside the house. I mean beyond the front yard and gate. Though it was empty, she had grown accustomed to it and soon found it a strange comfort to be in. But her supplies were running dangerously low now; she had to go out and find more, otherwise she lead herself into starving to death. She couldn't live on water  and she had been, for a full five days now. She had been in the house alone by herself now for  a little over a week. Her bleeding thank God had stopped a day ago. She had made another nick to tell herself it was over. She d

Petal Read As An Empty Book HER old life was over: she had to start all over again. Her past was complete blank, an empty book with no words to give her direction or comfort. She had to rewrite her life, and she started with her new name: Petal. She started out simple after she discovered her new name. She found the empty book she had discovered a few days before and opened it to the very first page. She wrote her name, PETAL, and then underlined it. Beneath it, she recounted the days she had been in this house so far. .She started with the day she woke up. She put down one mark. She put down another mark to indicate she had slept and spent

The Smell of Her 1st  Flower  WHAT happened to her next was rather simple; she discovered the scent of flowers. You see, after she had done that work with the fuse box and fixed the lights, she decided to look outside the house since it was still bright outside. She explored the front yard, picking up leaves and then  placing them back, digging up small holes so that she could feel the earth between her fingers. When she came to the side of the house, (after putting the Earth back where she had dug it up) she found a tiny garden of flowers, little red and pink ones with splashes of little flowers that were yellow. "Ho

Living in the Dark Ages SHE didn't sleep through the night. She must have had a nightmare because she woke up with a start, sweating. Gasping, she tossed the blankets aside and swung her legs over the bed. Catching her breath, she the USB like a lucky amulet. Looking about the room she found something was disturbing her - it was too dark in this room, and probably in the whole house. But she didn't know if this place had power or not. Well then, she was going to have to check, wasn't she? "Don't be such a chicken." She told herself. "It's just an empty house - I'm not living in the dark ages." She stood and searched the wall for a light

The Elephant In The Room PACKED and no where to go. She had to face it, she was stuck. Sure she packed things accordingly, but why? Where the hell did she think she was going? Obviously nowhere, at least for now. She put the duffle bag down and sat on the couch again. Like the back door, the front door was unlocked. She was free to come and go as she pleased, but she could think of no where to go - and that in itself became the elephant in the room, and it bothered her beyond belief. Well, she was by herself. Did she like it? The answer was no, she was lonely. God or no God, the problem was that he wasn't physically there. Sure Jesus wal

FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND "ONE night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord……" "The Lord replied, 'The years you only see one set of footprints are The years I carried you." STANGE, she thought, thinking about God at a time like this. Course it could have been associated with the feeling of odd hope she was beginning to feel. Down right weird. She didn't even know her name. She supposed she could guess her age, but she didn't want to. The name seemed more vital. God probably knew her name - too bad she couldn't ask him. She began walking around, wondering what to do next. She realized that she was getting hu