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Normally, I never let my dogs loose in the city.

On this late winter afternoon however, as I shifted the bag of groceries I was carrying, they somehow managed to wiggle from my grasp, tearing off, side by side with leashes trailing.

They were two little fugitives running free.

Feeling foolish, I sped after them calling their names, ‘SEPTEMBER SNOW! SCRAPPY!’ I hollered, racing down the snowy sidewalk in a wasted effort to catch them.

Running through the snow with a bag of groceries isn’t easy, so I simply dropped it. Perhaps I would return for the burst bag, perhaps I wouldn’t.

At the moment, my escapees were nearing the intersection and I was getting worried.

Calling after them again, I darted between an older couple out for a walk, brushing the man aside as I passed. ‘Hey!’ he scolded, wagging a finger at my back, ‘watch where you’re going!’

The wintertime sunset in the cold city is beautiful to behold, but at the moment, it was merely an annoyance that blocked my vision.

Raising a hand to shield my eyes as I scanned the corner for my pups, my wind was getting short, and I fell into doubt as they reached it.

Time really does slow down for someone witnessing the unthinkable…

September Snow, my Maltese, couldn’t stop in time. Feet skidding, she launched off the icy curb, directly into the path of the oncoming car. I could only watch in horror, welded to the spot, as my snow-white dog disappeared beneath it.

Riding over her body without a second’s thought, the guy simply drove on, continuing about his world without so much as a backward glance.

My world changed forever in that second.

Despite the cold tears and the sick lump in my stomach, I prayed, hoped, and prayed against hope, that somehow, someway, God would let me find my precious puppy alive as I approached the corner.

But there, lying in the slushy street was the battered form of my little September Snow.

Kneeling in the wet, dirty sludge, I lifted her gently from the road, lowered my face and wailed.

The walls of my heart were demolished into tiny pieces that cut fiercely as they poured out from every opening onto her still warm body.

When Scrappy’s whines finally reached my ears, I saw him pacing back and forth on the corner. By the look on his face, I could see that he knew something was terribly, terribly wrong. ‘She’s gone boy,’ I choked through my sobs.

A small crowd of people had begun to gather around us expressing their shock and sympathies, the couple that I had rushed past earlier among them.

‘Tough luck son,’ the old man said. Placing a gentle hand on my shoulder, he tried to comfort me. ‘But sometimes, miracles happen…’

Rising to my feet, I barely heard him. With my dog’s lifeless body at my chest, I took Scrappy by the leash in my other hand and started home, weeping as we went.

Scrappy jumped and pawed, whining at my knees the whole way. Like me, I believe he was trying hard to comprehend why only moments ago, little September Snow, who’d been running along side him free as the wind, now lay silent in my arms.

#

I buried her in the back yard at home.

Marking the tiny grave with a small wooden cross nailed together in the garage, the old man’s words played over in my head as I worked. ‘Tough luck son…sometimes miracles happen.’

Sure they do.

It would have been a miracle had I not lost control of my dogs.

If only I’d been paying more attention instead of struggling with that stupid bag of groceries, my innocent puppy would be alive, instead of buried beneath the frozen yard.

Her death was my fault and I hated myself for it.

After begging her forgiveness, I threw the shovel in the shed and went in. If only there was some way to go back in time, if only I could relive the moment before they’d slipped out of my hand…maybe I could have changed everything.

But there wasn’t, and I couldn’t.

‘Sometimes miracles happen,’ I muttered sarcastically, dropping into bed.

My eyes and heart were heavy. With Scrappy nestled in the crook of my arm, I drifted off to sleep and dreamt of September Snow running through fields and meadows.

#

‘Hey! Stop it Scrappy…Stop!’ I hate it when he licks my face first thing in morning. ‘STOP!’ I scolded again, pushing him away.

As I turned under the covers, it suddenly crashed in on me.

That wasn’t Scrappy!

Throwing my eyes open I jammed bolt right up in bed, forcing myself awake.

Incredibly, there, before me, somehow, was my precious September Snow, whole as the day she was born!

Swooping her up with her feet dangling, she licked my face over and over, as I searched her doggy eyes with disbelief.

Had it all been a dream?

Releasing her again, she dropped to the bed, and chased her tail in circles, barking excitedly, as if to tell me that sometimes miracles happen.

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My name is Anne and I’m fourteen years old. I am what you might describe as a “mousey” girl. I am not ugly, but I’m totally unremarkable to look at. I am the girl they would label “teen girl #3” in the credits of a movie. I have very light brown hair that I wear shoulder length. I’m five feet, three inches tall, and I weigh eighty pounds. My breasts started growing when I was twelve, but they grew slowly. My bra is still an A Cup. It doesn’t feel like my boobs are going to grow any more. I...

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My Miracle Master

This story is certainly a sissy fantasy scenario come true. I realize that it's somewhat unrealistic, but a sissy can dream, can't she? My personal dreams are bolstered by my new Jailbird chastity and the key that I sent halfway across the country with the request that it not be sent back to me for at least two months. Anyway, I write this because I keep meeting men who claim to be Masters, but who are so worried about offending me by going too far so they don't push things hard...

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The miracle of the night

Well lets start this from a point of my belief. After reading numerous stories from ISS I alawz believed that some woman is alwaz their who wants to get laid by me and it will happen someday in a very unusual manner, whether a married lady or a maid servant does wants me to screw her wildly and with that hope i kept on tryin hard to get attention either by looking at my neighbor’s maid servant constantly (she is hot by the way) or by looking at the aunties at various places. But my tryst never...

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Sometimes Im Jenny

It's sort of SF, but mostly sex. Jenny is a horny human female. She is also a figment of Marni's dreams. Marni is a female trying to get pregnant. But for her it requires the ultimate in female delight, getting DP'd by two men, one of each type. The story is about both women, and more about the girl telling the story than about Jenny. -------------------- Sometimes I'm Jenny Kemish enters the lobby and asks for me. There are two girls seated there who...

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Sometimes Crime Does PayChapter 2 Serving My Time

Saturday morning I showed up fifteen minutes early. If Mrs. Martin was giving me a break, I wanted to take full advantage of it. I would have replaced the roof on her house if she had asked. Instead, she led me to the garage and pointed me to the lawn mower. It was just a push mower; power mowers were still rare in those days, so it took me an hour or so to cut the grass. She then asked me to trim some shrubbery in the back yard. By the time I finished it was almost eleven. When I finished,...

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Sometimes Life Imitates Art

Sometimes Life Imitates Art** Please Note: There is some minor male to male contact in this story**It is amazing what a little bit of porn can do for you. Yes, there are the short term benefits everyone knows about but there are also the long term changes it can make. Pornography has changed my life. Let me explain.My wife Pam and I have been married for s*******n years but have been together for twenty-one and have two beautiful teenagers. Nate is f******n years old and Megan is sixteen. ...

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Sometimes When We Touch

That particular evening I was propping up the end of the bar, in the pub that at one time in my life had been my favourite watering hole. It had been a great place to spend an evening back then, full of people I'd grown up with and casual acquaintances. Time - and life - inevitably moves on though and it had been some years since I'd even thought about the joint, it certainly was a pail shadow of my once regular hangout. That evening for some inexplicable reason, I'd been feeling just a...

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The Miracle A TWILIGHT ZONE story

This story is dedicated to a beautiful young girl who tragically took her own life on September 5, 2006. This story is not about her. Nor does it involve her suicide, but rather, is a result of my own grief for her family. When I feel the ache of sadness, I write...it's the only way I am able to understand and cope with tragedy. - Anon Allsop ***************************************************************** "You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight...

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The Miracle

The Miracle 14 year old Deepu lay in his bed wide awake, scared and sad. His dad was drunk and shouting in the hall while his mom was in her bedroom crying. He wondered how everything went so wrong so quickly. A few weeks ago his mother had given birth to his baby brother. A child that his parents were hoping and trying for, for years. It was like a festival at his home. Unfortunately the baby developed some complications and died. It sent the family in to a deep tailspin. His father was drunk...

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Sometimes You Just Want to Fuck

Sometimes You Just Want to Fuck By Brindle Chase Life gets so hectic at times, that I forget to relax and enjoy it. I’d stop to smell the roses, but it seems like there is a bill collector behind every bush. Work and no play, makes me cranky, and I didn’t have time for relationships. We all feel that need to get laid, to let off some steam. I’m not a slut, but I can be, when I need it badly. Like everyone else, I have a threshold and when I hit that cap, I need to get some. This was one of...

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