#foundationofhappiness

[kathybarnes]

The word "family" conjures up a kaleidoscope of images: cozy holiday gatherings, shared laughter echoing through a house, and a shoulder to cry on during tough times. But beyond the heartwarming snapshots, a warm family is foundational in fostering happiness throughout our lives. It's a source of unwavering support and a wellspring of love. It is the foundation that shapes who we will become in the future and throughout all time...

[kathybarnes]

The word "family" conjures up a kaleidoscope of images: cozy holiday gatherings, shared laughter echoing through a house, and a shoulder to cry on during tough times. But beyond the heartwarming snapshots, a warm family is foundational in fostering happiness throughout our lives. It's a source of unwavering support and a wellspring of love. It is the foundation that shapes who we will become in the future and throughout all time...

https://www.two4avalon.com/blog/post/2293308/a-warm-family-the-foundation-happiness

[thedespairmuseum]

THE FIRST DESTRUCTION...

Monotus' sharp voice echoed over the announcement system, his words punctuated with small hoots of laughter. "Looooks like it's time to get the ball rolling here! Hooo is going to be the victim of the first destruction?!"

As people began to make their way into the lobby, the owl was hovering a metre or so above one of the display cases. Behind the glass was a mid sized bag, the purple fabric glimmering ever so slightly in the light. "Well, no need to go out on a wing here, since it appears Lynne is the first one! This is going to be such a mega-scops spectacle! I can't wait any longer!"

Fluttering up a bit further, he did a twirl in the air before casting his wings to the ceiling. 

Instantly the inside of the display case burst into flames, vibrant purple hidden by a mass of red and orange. Smoke began to pour out of small holes in the glass, the owl fluttering down and flapping his wings to dispel any of it that reached him. Soon the fire died down leaving melted cases of make-up amidst the glowing ashes of brushes and the bag. 

Then a faint whirring then came into existence. Like a low hum that was barely audible, both confusing and ominous. If you watched close enough, a rotating blade would push its way past the bag's remains, before suddenly picking up speed as it began to spin. As if was in a blender, the content of the bag would be torn apart, clanking and smashing into the glass as things were thrown into disarray. Coloured powders were flung around, liquids and ashes all splattered onto the case, small cracks appearing where projectiles had hit. "Woo-hoo! This is strixly the best thing I've seen all day!"

Then as if nothing had happened, the blade contracted and slid back down into the display case's bottom.

All that left was the blackened debris from a once loved bag of make-up...