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A Whisper Between Whiskers
They say cats only have nine lives, but I'm sure Oscar's almost been hit by every car on my street at least twice. He's not agile, or slim, or particularly good at doing anything cat-related, besides being covered in silky, red fur, but he does seem rather good at finding ways to escape Mrs Perkins' house.
By J. R. Lowe4 years ago in Fiction
The Haunted House on the Hill
The old house on the hill had been abandoned for years. It stood as a lonely sentinel, a relic of a bygone era, its walls weathered and crumbling. For as long as anyone could remember, the house had been shrouded in mystery and whispers of supernatural phenomena. Some said it was cursed, haunted by the spirits of its former inhabitants who had met untimely ends. Others claimed that it was merely the product of overactive imaginations, a figment of the collective subconscious of the town.
By Narrative Eye4 years ago in Fiction
The Eve of Inspiration
“Child, if you only knew!” I know I heard that. That was a woman. I know it was. I frantically looked all around my house, but no one was there. At this point, I try to forget about the voice that I know I just heard and go on with my day. About an hour goes by and my dog comes up to me and starts nudging my arm with her nose. She always does this when she wants attention, so I start petting her. Eventually, I say, “Do you want to go outside, Eve?”.
By Sharon Smith4 years ago in Fiction
The Cat's tongue
Clammy hands etched out a repetitive statement on the dogwood table; I am alone, was carved over one thousand times across it; adding several entries every day. You would think Karl was being punished by his elementary teacher for saying naughty words during the Pledge of Allegiance. But it was routine for him. His saddened soul would wake every morning wondering what he did to deserve this life. His wife of twenty years, along with his daughter of twelve years were taken to heaven on a stormy April day. He blamed himself for being so consumed in his own work, that he couldn't take the time to pick up his daughter Tara from school, so his wife went. Neither one returned after a mudslide brought their time on earth to a sudden end.
By Lamar Wiggins4 years ago in Fiction
Forgetful Maya & The Value of Patience
Once upon a time, there was a young girl named Maya. Maya was always in a hurry and never seemed to have enough time for anything. One day, she was rushing to school and accidentally bumped into Mr. Rabbit, a talking magical animal who lived in the area. "Sorry, Mr. Rabbit, I'm in a hurry," said Maya. "That's alright, Maya," replied Mr. Rabbit. "But remember, sometimes it's better to slow down and be patient." "What do you mean?" asked Maya. "Well, when you rush things, you're more likely to make mistakes. And sometimes, those mistakes can be dangerous," explained Mr. Rabbit. Maya wasn't convinced, "I don't make mistakes!" "Everyone makes mistakes, Maya. It's okay," said Mr. Rabbit. "But if you learn to be patient and take your time, you'll make fewer mistakes and be safer in the end." Maya didn't say anything, but she thought about what Mr. Rabbit had said as she rushed to school. On the way, she tripped and fell, and her backpack spilled everywhere. Mr. Rabbit helped her pick up her things and reminded her to take her time. Later in math class, Maya started to get impatient when her teacher took a long time explaining a math problem. She remembered what someone had told her about being patient that morning on the way to school and took her time, eventually figuring out the problem correctly. On the way home from school, Maya saw a beautiful butterfly flitting about. She tried to catch it but couldn't. She became frustrated and sad that she couldn't catch it, and it flew away. The next day, Maya met Mrs. Butterfly on her way to school. Mrs. Butterfly was crying, and Maya asked her what was wrong. "I lost my baby butterfly," said Mrs. Butterfly. "I was so busy flying around that I didn't realize that my baby wasn't following me. Now I can't find her." Maya felt sad for Mrs. Butterfly and decided to help her find her baby butterfly. She knew that Mrs. Butterfly was a fast flier and that it would be challenging to keep up with her, so Maya remembered what Mr. Rabbit had taught her about patience and took her time. She followed Mrs. Butterfly slowly, and after a while, they found the baby butterfly stuck in a spider's web. Maya carefully removed the baby butterfly from the spider's web and gave her back to Mrs. Butterfly. Mrs. Butterfly was overjoyed and thanked Maya for her help. Maya realized that if she had rushed, she would have missed the baby butterfly and wouldn't have been able to help Mrs. Butterfly. On the way home from school that day, Maya saw Mr. Rabbit rushing again. He was so happy to be going home to Mrs. Rabbit that he wasn't paying attention and tripped over a stone. Maya helped Mr. Rabbit up and reminded him about what he had taught her about patience. Mr. Rabbit realized that he had been rushing too much lately and that he needed to slow down and be more patient. Maya then told Mr. Rabbit about her experience with Mrs. Butterfly and how she had to be patient to help her. Mr. Rabbit smiled and thanked Maya for reminding him about patience and how it was essential to be safe and happy. From that day on, Maya tried to be more patient, and whenever she found herself rushing, she would remember to be more patient. She knew that being patient would help her avoid mistakes and stay safe, just like it had helped her help Mrs. Butterfly and Mr. Rabbit. Maya never forgot the life lesson about patience, and she knew that being patient was the key to a happy and healthy life.
By Sergio VanNess4 years ago in Fiction
Midnight Whispers
I was born four years ago in a pet shop on Sweden's west coast. I don't remember much of my first months, yet I am grateful a kind man chose me to surprise his wife for her birthday. I was six weeks old, female and she was fifty-six. Apparently, she had been through a rough year with her physical health and I was meant to brighten her daily life. She was determined to bond with me, in that dogged human way when they repeat words and expect bountiful results such as sitting up on command, giving out treats for ridiculous behaviours and exhausting themselves loopy with ideas to communicate. I had everything, agility training, paper towel tubes, toys, freedom to be in her and her husband's bed to watch television and okay, I enjoyed being spoiled to some extent. She named me Bella; I am part Dwarf and part Lion-Haired and without seeming vain, I admit I live up to my name.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)4 years ago in Fiction
