The Yard Sale
Not your typical yard sale with old interesting rummage. something is odd. it was not your typical yard sale.
The Yard Sale
~yard sale, find all your needs here~ a mouse read off a huge sign as she drove by a grassy field with rows of tables set out.
Found at the Yard Sale (Diapers)
With his parents' permission, he decided to have his own yard sale and sell some of his possessions.
The Technically a Yard Sale if You Think About It
This yard sale was mostly a failure. perhaps he should try a flea market approach next time. the end
Sara and Josh
Sara was shuffling in her drawer looking for things to sell at her yard sale. the phone rang. sara sighed and answered it."hello. yes...but it was...it took me 3 weeks...ok...thank you." sara hung up. her train was going to be delayed for another week.
A Special Gift
Now to just put up some signs pointing people to our yard sale." jess smiled. "hmmm, i can place them. i made a mini motor car that hits about thirty miles per hour. i'll place the signs and you go make some treats for those who buy our stuff."
Paint Play
He'd been to a lot of good yard sales, but none had ever ended with as good of a find as this. **\*\*\*\*** after a sleepy morning of yard sales beneath overcast skies, the clouds had cleared and a magnificent afternoon was giving way to evening.
Mystery Gem
Story goes that you find a necklace of some sort on display at a yard sale one day. you're not exactly sure, but something compelled you to buy it. went for pretty cheap, too. the zebra that sold you the thing, though.
A New Page (18+)
Nothing in particular really caught his eye, most of the books were typical yard sale fare: old, wrinkled cookbooks with missing pages and covers sticky with sugar syrup and coated in flour.
this is not a stuffed animal
"yard sale it will be then. who has that box?" bill continues. janet: "not i, edward moved it into the hallway." "didn't!" says edward. "that is my box i moved out there, yard sale box is back under the table."
Rise and fall of a collector
It took me years to gather them, hunting them down in small, obscure shops, internet resellers and yards sales. sometime, my travels were vain; the advertising was nothing more than a lie, to attract me toward something that i did not desire.
Chosen Prelude/Teaser
One last breath and imaging the cute teen husky snuggled into his warm blanket with his favorite pillow that i bought twelve years ago at a yard sale, and i was ready to embrace the impact. no fear, just a lot of regret...