literature
Animals make great literature even greater: from Toto to Wilbur to the three little kittens who lost their mittens.
- Top Story - March 2021
The Perfect Date Night
I keep reminding myself that it's only a date. I haven't been on many, as the butterflies in my stomach keep reminding. The balmy evening breeze winds its way through the glistening streets, still damp from rain. It tousles my low ponytail, and I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. Despite the warmth, I pull my sweater a little tighter and look your direction, unable to help the smile tugging at my lips.
Lindsay RaePublished 3 years ago in Petlife To Catch a Fox
Sej Fyrsen, retired politician and owner of Kyllingstad, his family’s new chicken egg farm, stood on the porch and surveyed his land. He breathed in the brisk morning air, shielding his eyes from the rising sun. His eyes searched out the chicken coops recently built, grabbing the basket from the railing next to him. He looked again at the lightening sky, then set out at a relaxed pace towards his chickens. After decades of dealing with the heavy politics of Denmark, he and his family decided to take the remaining years of Sej’s life off, out in the country for some well-deserved relaxation.
It's Time
It's time. It's time to say goodbye to the world for the day, as I can sense the end is near. My lungs feel deflated; I'm only 15 years old. I walked through the house, remembering my bay window. As I sat in my bay window, I looked to the skies. I can feel their gazes of pride as they look down at me. I know I've made them proud of me. I turn around to see the family portrait of my family. Those were the simple days. Running around with my girl, Samantha, feeling the warm touch she gave when she found me, fighting for my life.
Two Lonely Mammals
It’s 7 o’clock. It’s been dark for two hours. I’d like to tell you I’m not still in my bathrobe at this hour or that, as the robe’s name implies, some sort of personal hygiene has taken place at any point today, but I can’t — because I am, and it didn’t. I slept until two.
Emily SchlaudeckerPublished 3 years ago in PetlifeBlack Book, White Dog
There was once a billionaire named Bob. He had inherited his money from the mob. He was a lonely and tired and longing for love
Azlan WhitePublished 3 years ago in PetlifeIrish Luck
“C’mon Barley, let’s go for a car ride and a walk!” My 11yo blonde lab perks his ears forward, making sure I mean it. He sees me heading to the door and jumps up, starts wagging his tail ear to ear, all excited and ready to go. He whines impatiently as I put my sneakers on and grab my keys.
The Adventures of Citron
When the car door opened, she lifted her head from the backseat. Her ruby nose twitched with interest at the fresh forest air, and her curious ears heightened in full mimicry of a baby kangaroo. She crouched, inaccurately assessed the depth of her exit, and awkwardly stumbled out of my vehicle. Once standing, she froze in wonder.
Halle MiroglottaPublished 3 years ago in PetlifeThe Trapper's Tale
Grandma entered the living room, where the children were chatting happily with their grandfather. “Kids, it’s time for bed.” She was met immediately with groans of protest.
Alanna WeeksPublished 3 years ago in PetlifePuppy Love
It wasn’t so much that she didn’t want to go out. Part of her really wanted to. Staying at home, looking after his dog, and finishing the last load of laundry were hardly high on her list of exciting things to do on a Saturday night. So, no. Not wanting to go out wasn’t the real issue.
Crystal Chadwick KingPublished 3 years ago in PetlifeWalking With Marvin
“Marvin get back here“. Storms were typical when you lived on the Atlantic, but the last winter storm was more damaging than most. As kids they were warned to stay away from the coastline all together, but Ava Millerton could never resist walking the ocean floor, neither could Marvin.
Kelsie YoungPublished 3 years ago in PetlifeJesper’s Adventure
The sun was warm and delicate, cascading it’s soft tendrils upon the earth. Grasshoppers leapt about lazily in the heat and quiet. A sweet smell of clover hung heavy in the air while blackbirds warbled to one another. Taking flight, their wings tickled the air. It was a glorious afternoon, undisturbed, but for two travelers.
Crissy FergusonPublished 3 years ago in PetlifeKoda and the Little Black Book
It was a quiet morning while I was enjoying my breakfast outside of the cafe. I was alone with my laptop researching jobs and updating my resume. I had been recently let go from my position at a law firm because the attorney closed his office after retiring.
Silvia C CorellaPublished 3 years ago in Petlife