S. L. Kirby
Bio
I have always loved crafting stories. When I turned twelve I decided I wanted to become an author. I am so lucky that I am able to live that dream and to enteratain others with my Tales.
Stories (19/0)
Why Hippos Have Small Ears
Once, a long time ago hippopotamuses lived on land. They were heavy and slower than the elephants and rhinoceroses. The hippos had large round ears on top of their heads. Their ears were so large that they could hear a lion creeping through the grasses, and gazelles running miles away. Their large ears kept them safe because they couldn’t run fast, they shuffled along on their tiny legs. The great gray behemoths ate vegetation by the watering hole. They liked the water plants best.
By S. L. Kirby9 months ago in Fiction
Crocheting-Connecting Past, Present And Future
My Great Grandmother grew up on a farm in Iowa. I have never been to Iowa and, I never met her. I inherited her crochet needles and like, my Great Grandmother, I have created beautiful blankets and crocheted animals with those same needles. I can imagine my great-grandmother crocheting the afghan that she passed down to me. Crocheting has been a way to relax and revitalize for the women in my family for centuries. It is an ingrained pastime that we have enjoyed for generations.
By S. L. Kirby3 years ago in Families
Killer Chocolate Cake
We never suspected that Tye Tyson was a dead man before he even walked into my cafe for lunch. In the five years, Naomi’s Cafe and Doughnut shop had been open I had never seen Tye or any member of his family inside our restaurant. Tye Tyson was a used car salesman. Almost everyone in town had a story about being swindled by Tye. Everyone knew who he was because of his over-the-top and outrageous car sales commercials which usually involved livestock. As in “Don’t be chicken to buy a new car! Come on down to Tyson Motors! Tell them Tye sent ya!” All with live chicken running around. He was quite a showman.
By S. L. Kirby3 years ago in Criminal
The Great Corn Battle At The Old Barn
Farmer MacGregor’s farm was a quiet place. He and his daughter Pearl had four pigs, five chickens, two cows, and a horse named Wednesday. They also had four ducks that hung out by the pond named Bonnet, Bitty, Benny, and Beau. One day the ducks were crossing behind the farmhouse to get to their pond. The television was on and Farmer MacGregor and Pearl sat watching the news. The ducks enticed by the television, stopped by the open window.
By S. L. Kirby3 years ago in Fiction
