Short Story
You Think You're Tough?
Once upon a-um, now, there lived a "rooster" named Rosie. "He" was actually a hen, but she liked to pretend that she was a rooster. One day, Rosie left to go get her daughter and other friend (her friend's name was Chloe) some food. (they adopted that daughter by the way. she was an orphan) Her friend also thought she was a rooster, that's why they were such great friends! So, anyway, Rosie found a small bag of chicken food for her family. "Oh, what luck! This definitely isn't suspicious that someone would leave this out inside of something that looks like a trap at all! Totally not suspicious!" Rosie thought. So she picked up the bag and "BOOM!" the trap closed and Rosie was trapped! (By the way, the trap wasn't made out of metal it was cardboard ask me how it works in the comments!) Then, Rosie heard Chloe and her "daughter", Elliebelle (idk what to name her lol) screaming! "DOOOOOOGGGGGGG!!!!" Screamed Chloe. Rosie didn't know what to do! She was trapped! But then she saw the dog carrying away Elliebelle and she got so mad that she TORE THROUGH THE CAGE and ran at the dog screaming: "GETAWAYFROMMYFAMILYYOUTERRIBLECREATURE!!!!!" But to the dog it just sounded like: "PUCKPUCK PUUUCCCCKKK!!! CLUUCCCKK!!!" Because he didn't speak chicken language. So Rosie PECKED HIM ON THE NOSE AND.... Asked him "Could you please not eat us?" And the dog "okay sorry I'll go eat another chicken." and then Rosie said "thanks." and then the dog walked away because he was also scared of Rosie because she put on make-up (Chicken make-up XD) so she looked like a rooster. And then Rosie and her family were happy and then Rosie got the bag of chicken food and they ate it and then they were happy.
By Adriana Wilder 2 years ago in Fiction
Bored
Hello! I'm Cristina Alan, aaaaand.... Ummm... I like... horses, I guess? Oh! I also love cats, and a lot of others. When I grow up and move out, I'm gonna get a dog, a cat, a hamster, a snake, a parrot, and a fish. I'm actually not just gonna get 1, I'm gonna get like 10 dogs (idk how many yet), 3 or 4 cats (not spayed so they can have kittens), 1 parrot (teach him how to speak Esperanto), 2 hamsters (so they can be friends), and like 5 fish (just because.). Anyway, bye. I hope you liked this random thing that I wrote that's literally only 119 words long! Have a great day and life!
By Adriana Wilder 2 years ago in Fiction
Replacement Parts
The light crackled on, stirring Chloe from her fitful sleep and sending her into a suffocating coughing fit. Gasping for breath, she opened her eyes to the steel walls of her chamber, blinking until everything stopped spinning. She tried to take in a deep breath of the stale air, groaning in frustration. She looked down contemptuously at the white sheets now spattered with bright red splotches.
By Becky Calfe2 years ago in Fiction
From Thrift to Trending fashion
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By Zulie Ranes2 years ago in Fiction
The Judas Tree of Willow Creek: When Roots Run Deeper Than Trust:
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By Sanchita Chatterjee2 years ago in Fiction
Amiya and Mink
The sound of glass shattering as it hit the floor filled the entire house. It was her mother’s favorite vase. It didn’t cost much. Its value was all sentimental. Still, right away, she knew she was in trouble. Even before her mother screamed out her name.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Fiction
A Night You Won't Forget
You step out of the carriage onto a dark gravel pathway. It curves from the end of the driveway up to the steps before the golden, ornate front doors of the Palace. Your shoe wobbles precariously on the uneven stones, so you start walking, slow and uneven, to the staircase. Lit with thousands of candles, it releases a sweet vanilla scent into the air around you.
By Maddy Haywood2 years ago in Fiction
