J.E. Wyatt
Bio
I have always been a story teller and a author at heart. Today I practice my craft with poetry, short stories, and novels. I'm here to share stories with everyone and I hope you enjoy. I will be writing fluidly from horror to poems.
Stories (3/0)
A Bird Does Birds Things
What is a bird, what could its existence be within our special planet? This existential question might pop some ideas. That birds are special because they contribute by beauty. They help the environment when a bird comes to help plant reproduction. A bird is a bird, a bird is a bird doing bird things upon a tree or a snowy tundra. Birds are a peculiar set of animals with males being elegant for the female counterpart. With flashy colors and dances, they gladly whirl and twirl to reproduce for the species. Pretty pink hues march together on the flat land when born. A flamingo steps in an odd way, leading the way for the newborns. With their brownish coloring, their tiny feet walk ready to mimic the color of their elders. Greenish with blue vibrantly spread upon the eyes of humankind once they notice a peacock. Another male bird with a job of slaying the heart of a woman with beauty. Humans are different from birds when it comes to gender roles. As peculiar nature is, another existential question appears. A bird is a bird isn't that enough for humans. Well, as fantastic as this world is answers to the inner mechanisms are curious. A bird upon flight doesn't fear for its own life. A bird doesn't understand the human influence on habitats they prosper in. For the flight, a bird has learned about it from parents. Trial by fire, guarding the baby birds, but also handing them a future. Soaring the blue compliments each feather to the ones that are gifted with flight. Those unlucky make life upon the earth catching fish or whatever delicious something that is nearby. A penguin doesn't think of flight but survives within its environment leaking information on the young penguins. The ostrich proceeds to appear hilarious while they search for food. Land or air a bird can still be a bird laying fruitful eggs or placing them on dirt. An egg is a form of life growing ready to be pinkish, brownish, or blackish. Birds are beauty within a world of toxic gases and poisons. Negatives could be they shat on your car before work or attack you when agitated. Birds choose to be themselves without guessing otherwise. They fly above us singing bird songs of joyous freedom. That might be the reason for people wanting to take flight. Flying appears to be freedom without bounds holding someone down. A bird is a bird, birds do bird things and maybe humans could appreciate them often.
By J.E. Wyatt5 years ago in Petlife
Stork
Picture day was always a big deal for all the children attending a certain elementary school on a certain New Mexico street. The whole school may come off as pretentious, but this school was made this way for the children. Not to impress the school board or the parents. The children love the colors and the nice things everywhere. They loved these things, but not as much as they loved picture day. Taking a picture of them was a different type of playtime. It was to make silly faces while being told "no, don't do it like that" by the cameraman. All the children were dressed up, for not themselves but the parents. Is picture day for the children or for the adults, anyone might ask here. Not one child was making a sad face or not wanting to take said pictures. When the classes took group photos, it was something magical. With the words "Say cheese!" being shouted, everyone makes a silly face while the teacher feels all the joy. Children are a wonderful thing given to adults by a stork. Can a stork take away a child from their parents, one might ask?
By J.E. Wyatt5 years ago in Horror
Family Man
The black ink blotches fall on the thin paper from the crushed pen in my hand. This is the hand that is a part of the problem; a roadblock is what it also could be called. Whatever I call the problem, I still suffer from it and have become uncontrollable lately. When I was out with the family, I had a sudden urge to grab my wife by the neck. When we were walking with each other as the kids ran ahead of us, I saw her neck. I wanted to do something, then later today it was worse. My wife had brought an idea to my attention, to go out and have dinner without the children. If we were to go out and have a little fun, then that would relieve some stress the kids have given us. We have twins, they both are the age of seven, both boys, and they are robustious. Thankfully they exist actually, because if they weren't born, I would have done something to their mother. I wish I didn't have this inside me to force me to do horrible things. Accepting her offer, we went out with no children to run around with toy planes in hand. We had a refuge from everything, from crying to stomping at the restaurant. Still, I have a problem, a problem I cannot control; when I get the urge, I go to the restroom or somewhere so I won't expose myself. Luckily, when we were out, I wasn't suspicious when I went to the restroom.
By J.E. Wyatt5 years ago in Horror
