Crawling, I try and find the warmth and heart beat of mama; she hasn’t returned home from her journey. My feathers are near frozen and and my stomach growls and lurches. I panic at the chill that washes over my body. The fluff and mama’s feathers are on the brink of extinction. Frost bitten and hungry, I stumble to the oval opening in the hollow. A fresh blanket of snow is layered over the great forest. Did mama get redirected in the snow? I wonder. I creep closer towards the rough unknown terrain ahead. Just as I step to the edge of the hollow, a mourning cry captures my attention. A lone wolf in the distance cries desperately out to his brothers and sisters. His howl is high pitched and strong. He is a lost teenager searching for a juvenile mate. Crashed with surprise I tilt forward, tipping even closer to the outside world. I attempt to balance on the sliver of the hollow’s cliff. As strong as my mind is compared to the actual strength of my petty body, I flap my wings as hard as I can. I’ve created a full power that has never been reached before in my entire being. I soar backwards into the rough inside of the hollow. Dazed with pure adrenaline, I lay there flat on my back. A stabbing pain slices deep into my vertebrae.
Will I be strong enough to find mama? Again I endeavor the loneliness without my guardian and life giver. I gaze at the sky to discover the moon appearing out into the blackness bursting open the forest’s silence. My set of mind changes. Scuttles on the ground can be perceived from the highest pine in the forest. Rodents. The creatures devour any foul, scrap of food they can gain hold of. Mama told me that the food they eat is like their personality, rough and appalling to any animal with a sense of...
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...my miserable time in this horrid place where they put animals in cages. And this is when I saw the most beautiful Robin I have ever seen in my existence. She had eyes that seemed to be sparkling in the small light provided by the miniature sun. Red chest with brown feathers that just made her unmistakable features . It was her, mama, shooting lovely vibes into the atmosphere to calm my soul. The soft hands that had once saved me from a terrible ending, layed me down next to her. I scanned the hard material, similar to mine, wrapped around her right leg. She struggled to walk to me, but I, however, just ran as fast as my tiny little legs could with stand. Those red feathers welcomed me home, wrapping me in the a cuddled warmth I have missed for what felt like forever. Now that I am here with mama together once more, I realized. That it is essential to be with mama.
...om her mother and transported to a pet store where she was locked in a cage until she was purchased by my friend Hailey. I want you to think about her excitement to have a home and Hailey’s excitement to have a new pet to love. Now I want you to think about Hailey receiving the devastating news that her puppy had to be euthanized and Daisy’s fear as she was taken from her owner’s hands and put to death.
In a nearby national park, a wonderful young family had their picnic. The small family had a baby named Willow. She was two years old. They ate near a beautiful, glittering cave. The family heard a howl as they stared into the depths of the cave. Suddenly, red eyes peered back with a low, haunting growl. Willow’s family bolted through the pine forest. Willow slipped out of her mother’s arms. Her mother continued running, but once she looked back, Willow was too far away to save.
Jake, Lucy’s neighbor was a well-educated kid. He was 15 years old and lives in an old timber house with his parents. Jake’s father was a farmer and had lived in the area since he was a lad. The area seemed to be haunted since creepy tales about all sorts of beasts was told. People even claimed that they were awakened some nights by a howling. Mostly people believed that it was a feral dog but Jakes father incised that it was a wolf, a ghost wolf. He was sure since he had seen a wolf in the forest when he was in Jake’s age, but none believed him. He kept telling his son about the wolf and Jake wanted to find out the truth. Lucy knew about Jake’s curiosity, at the same time as she decided to escape from her unbearable father. So she lied to get Jake by her side on the endless escape from the futureless community. She said that she knew where the wolf’s lair was. Jake got even more curious and joined her wolf hunting-adventure.
Slowly, she lost her former self - a vibrant and vocal woman. Her only solace came in the form of a singing bird. Mrs. Wright was able to relate to the bird, for she herself was in a "cage." However, complications emerge when her husband's strangling and killing of the bird shattered her moments of happiness. The only symbol of who she used to be was taken from her... again.
The small legs that whisked back and forth in the open space of the vehicle were full of energy. The young girl spent the day with the two people she admired the most. A bigger version of herself sat in the passenger seat with her husband driving next to her. They laughed over conversation. Every so often, the girl would stick thin fingers against her mother’s shoulder to receive her attention. She would say something trivial and obvious, but her mother would still entertain her. She absorbed every phrase her daughter said as if each filled her with a tremendous joy and was the greatest thing ever spoken. Her mother had selected a black dress for her today with a large white ribbon tied around her midsection. Her hair had been combed back in two braids so that the tips were touching her shoulder blades. They were coming home late from a Christmas party at church.
Amelia walks into the small, hospital for the creatures in the forest. The loud cries of the creatures echoed through the halls and made her heart churn. She walked into the room where the weeping dragon was being held. She caressed her hand down its face, her eyes began to water as she thought of all of the creatures Margaret had been hurting. She looked out the window everything was bright and colorful, it is summer. The weather is always perfect, the water is always a bright blue. You could see creatures flying in the air, enjoying the breeze. Some were drinking water from the rivers, everything was great. Amelia always loved to watch and care for all the creatures. She has always been a very kind person and had a good heart. As she looked
As I inched my way toward the cliff, my legs were shaking uncontrollably. I could feel the coldness of the rock beneath my feet when my toes curled around the edge in one last futile attempt at survival. My heart was racing like a trapped bird, desperate to escape. Gazing down the sheer drop, I nearly fainted; my entire life flashed before my eyes. I could hear stones breaking free and fiercely tumbling down the hillside, plummeting into the dark abyss of the forbidding black water. The trees began to rapidly close in around me in a suffocating clench, and the piercing screams from my friends did little to ease the pain. The cool breeze felt like needles upon my bare skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps. The threatening mountains surrounding me seemed to grow more sinister with each passing moment, I felt myself fighting for air. The hot summer sun began to blacken while misty clouds loomed overhead. Trembling with anxiety, I shut my eyes, murmuring one last pathetic prayer. I gathered my last breath, hoping it would last a lifetime, took a step back and plun...
She staggered as she tried to keep the mug from slipping over the edge and pouring the dredges left in the bottom onto the thinning weave of the rug. In her little bout of indulgence, she had forgotten to hold herself in her shadowform. Her body had thickened, grown heavier and more present than she should have allowed. So much present that the cup did, in fact, slide over the edge, clunk to the floor, and spill the last few dregs onto the floorboards.. The thunk woke the bird, which Youngest had always always, always longed to stroke and hug and become friends with. But, whenwithhich Patience, assured her was very much against the
Her claw like fingernails pierced into my delicate skin. Miss. Lawson was my abusive nanny who acted as my mother when she wasn’t around, which happened to be very often. Miss. Lawson had a very perplexing past that included being in the foster system for all eighteen years of her life childhood, having a miscarriage at the fresh age of twenty-five and finally, what wounded her the most, her husband, the love of her life left her. I knew that Miss. Lawson was more than just a broken hearted nanny whose mission was to make me a prisoner in my own home . She had a heart full of lost love and all she needed was someone to help her acquire it. That was going to have to be me.
Ben laughed, as he'd earlier in the car when he'd discovered the woman didn't possess a licence, however, rather than in relief, this was a full-blown, natural laugh that emanated from deep in his belly, and the man's eyes watered when it eventually stopped, and they landed on Sky. "The balls are the only location that an MI6 agent is scared to be hit in. Every man has one weakness, and I'm afraid you've discovered ours. Don't let on to our opponents." Ben replied, tapping her on the shoulder, and bumping his hip against hers. I guess I'm fortunate that I don't believe in the Big Daddy, and perchance if M'aam is curious?"
It was the middle of the night when my mother got a phone call. The car ride was silent, my father had a blank stare and my mother was silently crying. I had no idea where we were headed but I knew this empty feeling in my stomach would not go away. Walking through the long bright hallways, passing through an endless amount of doors, we had finally arrived. As we
When I was a child, I trotted through the vast field of my parent’s farm. I tugged on the vines as I galloped past the tall barnhouse. My mother would call for me when it was time to attend our Sunday worship service. As I ran through the yard, and into the house, I would wave to the many animals that had inhabited themselves within the thin wired gates. My tall brown boots shuffled in the mud puddles, and clicked onto the porch. “Please wear your nice shoes today, Caroline,” my mother would beg, and yet I still shoved my dainty feet into the cowgirl boots I had received many moons ago. I fastened my auburn curls into a tight braid at the nape of my neck, and slipped into my Sunday best.
A tall brunette stepped out, pulling on Cade’s leash, urging him to return to us. My mother stepped forward smiling appreciatively to the nurse before gently tugging on the lead. The small black dog stumbled out hesitantly, the black fur from his stomach now gone and replaced with pale pink skin. I didn’t know what to feel seeing him like that, every ounce of joy and innocence stripped clean off of him as his always wagging tail lay limp. My sister charged up to him, scratching at his scruff. I couldn't find it in myself to do
My father knelt down and kissed my forehead as he said, “Don’t worry, Princess, Mommy will….Oh here she is now!” I sprang from my warm, sheltered seat and sprinted to the front window as quickly as my tiny legs could move. My fingers grasped the long, wooden windowsill and my little pug nose pressed against the window pain. My breath delivered a frosty appearance on the glass as my eyes strained to see my mother step out of her car. My toes ached with pain as I fought to stay in view with the outside world.
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.