I write things.
Save it for a raining day
He supposed he shouldn’t be outside, not in this weather. Not in the rain. His boots we’re wet, filled with water, covered with mud. His coat was soak, his brown curly hair no longer define gravity as the rain itself pulled his hair back down and he was alone. Standing in the middle of the street, by himself with nobody to talk to, but his own thoughts roll around his mind. Not even the cars we’re moving because nobody was silly enough to drive in this, sort of weather.
The cat and nine lives
I haven’t thought about this cat in such a long time. I think I was eight or maybe ten, but a stray cat ended up at the house. This wasn’t the first time. Back then there we’re no animals in the house, no dogs, no cats, no birds, so often time stray animals or even animals that jumped the gate to go for a walk only to return home would drop themselves off. It’s always been a friendly home and none of them had ever been a threat to myself or family. It may have helped though that my grandfather and father both taught me how to respect animals at a young age. So, by the time I was eight I knew how to treat one and what to do if it was a threat to me.
The Death of a Native
The Death of a Native My mother brought a new block of land and built a house on that said land. When I would visit the place, it scared me. I didn't want to come out of the car nor would my dog who refused to move. My dog and I are used to travelling and she loves new places, so it wasn't like the fear was from the fact that the place was unfamiliar. I hated that house and I've never had a strong hate for anything not even a house, but that house I wanted nothing to do with it.
I supposed I wanted to do something with these stories. You see talking about spirit or anything paranormal isn’t really a topic that is welcomed in my family. They won’t shut it down, but they also won’t talk about it either. You can take this as fiction if you don’t believe in paranormal, but all the following stories are true. These will be broken up into small stories since vocal will only allow stories that are 800 words long and these are fairly short. I do have longer ones to tell, but it the short ones that make me question the most.
Just be Kind
I think it should be obvious that people just shouldn’t be jerks. Yeah, no killing, no insults don’t be a dosh bag. Yet, we seem to forget that. We live in a world that isn’t at all perfect people die all the time either in their sleeps, from what’s going on in 2020 just because some pricks didn’t like someone colour skin.
Papa didn't die
Mama said that papa was gone. Said he went away shortly after I was born. I didn’t know what she meant when I was little will littler back when I could barely talk and I would stumble a lot more as I walked. (At least that’s what mama said.)
She who was harmed
(Warning for child abused) Trigger warnings for emotional abuse, physically and child abused. All the stories show their mother and father being kind to them. Laughing. With big happy smiles, helping one another out then there was her it made her think something was off. It made her think if something was wrong.
Lost baby duck
Three baby ducks, is all it takes to send someone downhill. Three, yes, they are young and need to learn, but really to make the same mistake twice shame on you because three little ducks wonder the yard as their mother watched from a distance. Three baby ducks as happy as they can be. As they sing and run, hunting after a fly. They have all the food. All the water and get the big back yard to all of themselves.