Jessica Hodges
Stories (3/0)
The Boy and His Cat Blue
If I was going to tell you a story. It would be about a boy and his cat Blue. He always wanted a dog, and this his mother knew! When she brought the kitten home and the boy opened the bag. He was no longer happy. He was only sad. He tried to give him a chance so he took him out to play. He wouldn’t fetch a ball. All he wanted to do was lay! So the boy talked to his mom and told her about his thought. The conditions he would make in order to get a dog. The dog would have to be perfect! As perfect as could be! He would have to learn to listen and go outside to poop and pee. He would have to fetch the paper and never scratch on doors. He would have to love the mailman and make sure I’m never bored. So the boy went to the pet store and again he had to ask about this perfect dog that he wanted fast. The man at the pet store said I got just the dog for you! The boy thought to himself hello dog and goodbye Blue! Now Blue wasn’t stupid. He knew what was going on and that if he didn’t make things right then he would soon be gone. So when the boy got home the first thing he saw was Blue. Something was different, something was new! Now the boy still had his duties and still had to feed the cat. He knew as soon as he did Blue would take a nap. But Blue was determined and wasn’t giving up! He ate then wanted to play! He actrf just like a pup. The boy could tell he was trying and then he felt real bad. The mom could see what was happening and decided to help the cat. She took the boy by the hand and whispered in his ear. SHE SAID I COULD KEEP YOU BOTH he said while letting out a cheer! That was just the good news they all wanted to hear! So the boy the cat and pup became the best of friends... that’s the story about Blue and this is how it ends.
By Jessica Hodges6 years ago in Poets
Poetry from a Broken Woman
I worked so hard to get to know me. To find out again that I have changed. My body, mind, and Spirit. Everything except my name. The ones who think they know me, are the ones that are left confused. The person I once was is only the person they once knew. Time is only how you use it and my clock seems to be broke. I seem to be stuck in time by a story already wrote. I can not skip ahead. I can only just look back. On the Pages already written from where I walked that was my path. The words are written in ink, I found while trying to erase. Parts I didn’t like and things I didn’t mean to say. Time always still seems broken because it’s never on my side. It always fights against me and there’s nowhere I can hide. I try to flip ahead to see what the story holds. Yet the Pages are all blank because it’s written in as it is told. Never mind these Pages! I’ll just write them in myself! But again I seem to fail because it’s only written as it’s felt! Emotions and regret, happiness, and joy are the pens that seem to write this almost pointless story. Time never stands still. Yet certain moments tend to freeze. Moments that mean the most. Moments just like these. Never try to erase. Just remember what can be changed. The person you are tomorrow. Doesn’t have to be the person you were today. Try on different types of you until you find the one that fits. Time might not stand still but it’s up to you just what you’ll miss!
By Jessica Hodges6 years ago in Poets