Cake or
pie? I can tell a lot about you by which one you pick. It may seem silly, but cake people and
pie people are really different. I know which one I hope you are, but that's not for me to decide. So, what is it? Cake or
pie?
The computer wouldn't start. She banged on the side and tried again. Nothing. She lifted it up and dropped it to the table. Still nothing. She banged her closed fist against the top. It was at this moment she saw the irony of trying to fix the machine with violence.
With
six children in tow, Catherine raced to the airport departing gate. This wasn't an easy task as the children had other priorities than to get to the gate. She knew that she was
tight on
time and the frustration came out as she yelled at the
kids to keep up. They continued to test her, pretending not to listen and to move in directions that only slowed them down. They had no idea the wrath they were about to receive when Catherine made it to the gate only to be informed that they had all missed the plane.
Then came the
night of the first falling
star. It was seen early in the morning, rushing over Winchester eastward, a line of
flame high in the atmosphere. Hundreds must have seen it and taken it for an ordinary falling
star. It seemed that it fell to earth about one hundred miles east of him.