It was hidden under the log beside the stream.

It had been there for as long as

Jerry had been alive. He wasn't sure if anyone besides him and his friends knew of
its existence. He knew that anyone could potentially find it, but it was well
enough hidden that it seemed unlikely to happen. The fact that it had been there
for more than 30 years attested to this. So it was quite a surprise when he found
the item was missing.
Out of another, I get a lovely view of the bay and a little private wharf belonging
to the estate. There is a beautiful shaded lane that runs down there from the
house. I always fancy I see people walking in these numerous paths and arbors, but
John has cautioned me not to give way to fancy in the least. He says that with my
imaginative power and habit of story-making a nervous weakness like mine is sure to
lead to all manner of excited fancies and that I ought to use my will and good
sense to check the tendency. So I try.
His mother had always taught him not to ever think of himself as better than
others. He'd tried to live by this motto. He never looked down on those who were
less fortunate or who had less money than him. But the stupidity of the group of
people he was talking to made him change his mind.
She had a terrible habit o comparing her life to others. She realized that their
life experiences were completely different than her own and that she saw only what
they wanted her to see, but that didn't matter. She still compared herself and
yearned for what she thought they had and she didn't.
It wasn't quite yet time to panic. There was still time to salvage the situation.
At least that is what she was telling himself. The reality was that it was time to
panic and there wasn't time to salvage the situation, but he continued to delude
himself into believing there was.
Twenty-five hours had passed since the incident. It seemed to be a lot longer than
that. That twenty-five hours seemed more like a week in her mind. The fact that she
still was having trouble comprehending exactly what took place wasn't helping the
matter. She thought if she could just get a little rest the entire incident might
make a little more sense.
The bridge spanning a 100-foot gully stood in front of him as the last obstacle
blocking him from reaching his destination. While people may have called it a
"bridge", the reality was it was nothing more than splintered wooden planks held
together by rotting ropes. It was questionable whether it would hold the weight of
a child, let alone the weight of a grown man. The problem was there was no other
way across the gully, and this played into his calculations of whether or not it
was worth the risk of trying to cross it.
Love isn't always a ray of sunshine. That's what the older girls kept telling her
when she said she had found the perfect man. She had thought this was simply bitter
talk on their part since they had been unable to find true love like hers. But now
she had to face the fact that they may have been right. Love may not always be a
ray of sunshine. That is unless they were referring to how the sun can burn.
April seriously wondered about her sleeping partner choices. She looked at her bed
and what a mess it had become. How did she get to the point in her life where she
had two dogs, three cats, and a raccoon sleeping with her every night?
The time had come for Nancy to say goodbye. She had been dreading this moment for a
good six months, and it had finally arrived despite her best efforts to forestall
it. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't keep the inevitable from happening.
So the time had come for a normal person to say goodbye and move on. It was at this
moment that Nancy decided not to be a normal person. After all the time and effort
she had expended, she couldn't bring herself to do it.