Life

  There is more the life than what meets the eye. Take a closer look and see for yourself. Take a closer look and find the tiny details that can change your mind. Take a closer look to find your dreams and discover yourself, they’re not far from where you stand.  

Life

A Gerbil Story

A Gerbil Story

I used to live happily in my cage at Aqua Land, waiting for my new owner to pick me. I’d always crawl around the front of the cage, especially when one of the lady’s that worked there came buy.
There was this one girl who would always come by every week to get something from up above me, it looked like another mammal like me… I don’t know what it was, but today she came by and instead, the lady grabbed me out of my cage. I was so excited. I got put in a box.
When I got in that box, I was scared though. I couldn’t see anything. There was no light and all I heard was noise. I couldn’t keep still. I tried to get out of it, but it was too strong.
The next time I saw light was when that girl cut open the prison I was in. She smile and yelled, “How cute!” And then she picked the box up and placed me in a large container, it was white and a little damp. I crawled out with her help and sniffed around, and then she picked me up.
I was so high up that I was scared to fall, so I hung onto her tightly, while still exploring…
Another lady came in and they talked, she set me down then left.
Later on she came in with two things, a strange creature and a shiny box.
She set the creature in the container and I ran up to smell it, he didn’t move, but he smelt dangerous. I ran to the other side, clear of it. Then it moved and I ran up to it again, this time it tried to bite me! It was fast, but I jumped away. I was still curious so I did it again, and the same thing happened. Why does it keep doing it? The last time I ran up to it and it stayed still, finally. I was smelling its’ face but then, he bite me and I blacked out.

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Writing

Writing is creative and bold.I’ll write until I grow senile and old.I’ll discover all my stories as they unfold.Writing is never controlled. My writing is my world.The words on this page unfurled,As the spoken word twisted and twirled,until, out with it, the words hurled. Sharing my dreams with everyone around me,Written and or spoken, it… Continue reading Writing

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Free Falling: Chapter Three: Broken Wings

She walks the streets, her hair dripping with water and her clothes sopping wet. She can feel the eyes of everyone on her. She ignores them and walks faster. Avoiding the main streets, she squeezes through alleys to reach her destination. She turns the next corner and runs into a gang of four. They are… Continue reading Free Falling: Chapter Three: Broken Wings