literature
Animals make great literature even greater: from Toto to Wilbur to the three little kittens who lost their mittens.
The Mountain
The Mountain and excerpt from "A Dog Named Fire" The newspaper headline glared up at him from the table. He didn’t need to read it; he already knew what it said. He didn’t need anyone to tell him. It was the same routine each time, always erred in the beginning. The right people had to be told, information had to be confirmed. You couldn’t go around telling people news without following procedure. Procedure took time, not as long as most The newspaper headline glared up at him from the table. He didn’t need to read it; he already knew what it said. He didn’t need anyone to tell him. It was the same routine each time, always erred in the beginning. The right people had to be told, information had to be confirmed. You couldn’t go around telling people news without following procedure. Procedure took time, not as long as most peo-ple thought, but time nevertheless. Sometimes it was minutes, sometimes a couple of hours, it all depended on circumstances. The rest was a polite courtesy, a small window of time before it became too real.
By G MacDonald6 years ago in Petlife
ZEUS & CHEDDAR
Hi, I’m Zeus, a monstrous tuxedo cat with a magnificent personality. This morning, I was awakened from a well-deserved deep sleep when my keen hunter senses detected the odor of my devilish enemy, Cheddar Chipmunk. He had infiltrated the basement walls of Belle’s Bed and Breakfast in Pair-a-dice, Wyoming.
By Lucia Kuhl6 years ago in Petlife
The View from the Dog House (Pt. 10)
Another agent rejected her novel this morning, which is obviously disappointing. However, it was a very encouraging message telling her not to give up as it is, after all, a very subjective industry. So she is determined to crack on. But first she has to get organised. Cleaning isn't easy because we don't like it—any of it —but some serious tidying up is called for. Apparently she has never been particularly tidy and was constantly nagged by her mother who told her as a child that a tidy room showed a tidy mind so she says she is on a mission to get organised. But obviously we need to get this blog together and she finds a glass of wine conducive to creativity...
By Rosanna Teale7 years ago in Petlife
The View from the Dog House (Pt. 8)
Apparently we are not having a holiday this year. That said, there are holidays and holidays. We used to go away for weekends on a regular basis and had some full weeks away as well. We used to go to what we called our Bolthole and we loved it. It was a three bedroom static caravan in Cornwall. It had decking so we used to have somewhere where we could run free or flop out and enjoy the sunshine. Unfortunately, she sold it after a nasty experience letting others enjoy, it but oh! We do miss it—we loved going there.
By Rosanna Teale7 years ago in Petlife
The View From the Dog House (Pt. 5)
Isn't this a funny expression? The first thing that attracts a potential reader to a book is its cover isn't it? So far, with the exception of Tea Break Tales the covers for Rosy Teale's books have enough similarities to be recognisable as hers. Two more titles are ready to publish, and their covers will also reflect this so therefore, Connie's Reunion will have a similar cover to Connie's Bodmin Mystery.
By Rosanna Teale7 years ago in Petlife
The Birdfolk
Long ago, before Strangers came to the island, there were only the animals. They had learned the ways of the island, learned to listen to its song and feel its touch, and they had come to live together peacefully, each of them contributing to the survival of all. The birds, high on wing, could see furthest and fly high enough to see all the happenings of the island, and would report to others where to find shelter, fresh water, and safety. They were apart from the other animals, because they could escape to the sky while the land animals could not. They knew a freedom and had a way of seeing all things that land animals could not understand, and this gave some of them the gift of Third Sight, the ability to know things before they had come to pass.
By testedTransgressor 7 years ago in Petlife
The Wandering Fox
A flash of red dashed across the countryside, leaping in and out of the wheat fields. His heart raced for fear of an unknown danger that lurked around every corner. Finally, he reached the safety and cover of the woods and darted quickly under a nearby bush. Panting now, he licked his sore pads then groomed down his stray tail fur.
By Autumn Brown8 years ago in Petlife
Bandit vs the Porcupines
This story begins when our hero, Bandit the dog, ran into the woods. She always did this, so we were not aware of the danger. Then we heard the barking, and from out of the woods, she was running back to us, whimpering. This concerned us, so when she approached, we saw them... the quills.
By Nicole Cormier8 years ago in Petlife
The Short Story of Bash
Bash was a dog abandoned by his owner when he was 13-months-old. He slept on the dry desert floor trying hard to stay alive. He hunted like wolves for food, even though he was only a toy poodle with hair as black as charcoal. His soul was as strong as a lion, yet as fearless as a wolf. He was brave, but sometimes he felt as small as he looked. His owner was an abusive man, hitting him when Bash did something wrong and kicking Bash when he was annoyed. Bash just wanted to be loved[ he was lonely.
By Callie Cox8 years ago in Petlife
