New series Coming: They have it easy

Starting in September, I will be writing a series of very short parts, with one every one to two days. The series will be called, “They have it easy” and will explore the lives of two high-school students, Angela and Matt. The stories are made to show the way different people observe the world, so it will be a story about perspective.

The series will start near the beginning of the school year, and end at the end of it. If I continue the series next year, it will feature two new people, resulting in still different perspectives.

I hope you like it when it comes out, and have a great rest of the summer. 😀

Millie: A story of family (part 3)

fox-1448392_1920Tony was still recovering from being attacked by the creature, but both of us knew that we needed to save Cleo from the pound before it was too late.

“How much time do we have?” I asked Tony.

“I don’t know,” said Tony. “But not a lot. It won’t take the humans long to decide that no one wants her.”

I began pacing back and forth trying to think of a plan, but between being lost in the middle of a never-ending wilderness, running out of time, and Tony hardly being able to stand, I couldn’t think of anything.

“Calm down Honeybee,” said Tony. “We’ll think of something.”

“Yeah, but by then it’ll be too late!” I said.

He looked me in the eye. “We’ll get there…. somehow.”

I took a deep breath and sat next to him. “Somehow,” I repeated.

That night was cold, and I didn’t sleep. It’s not that I couldn’t, I just didn’t. I really don’t know why.

Tony didn’t sleep hardly either, not because he chose not to, but because every time he began to doze off he looked almost as if he was dead, and I woke him up to make sure he wasn’t.

Both of us were tired in the morning, and I’ll be honest, it was hard to move. We decided to try to find our way back, and then work out a plan. That way once the plan was made, we’d already be there. However, finding a way back wasn’t as easy as we thought.

I think foxes and dogs are supposed to have really good senses of direction, but no matter how hard we tried, there just seemed to be no way back.

We walked on the street for a while, till a car came up behind us and nearly ran over us!

Then it screeched to a stop, and a big man came out. I hadn’t ever seen him before, but Tony was shaking as he whispered, “That’s the man that took Cleo.”

He approached us slowly. Any other day I would have run away from him as fast as I could, but Tony wouldn’t be able to make it, and I wasn’t leaving him behind.

“I don’t need you,” The big man looked at me. “You’re a fox.”

Then he looked at Tony. “But I’d better put this one out of his misery.”

He pulled out an odd looking stick. Something told me it was a weapon. He pulled something on the stick back and it clicked. He pointed it at Tony.

It was over before I realized what had happened. He lay there. He didn’t know what had hit him. He didn’t move, he was bleeding. He looked at me, surprised, scared, as I was.

He was the dog catcher. I had jumped onto him and the stick had boomed loud into the air. He lay there quite surprised. He didn’t know what had happened, and to tell the truth, neither did I.

I jumped off of him as soon as I figured it out, and Tony and I ran- or limped- down the street.

We still didn’t know where we were going, and I couldn’t hear that well after the stick boomed by my ear.

The dog catcher guy got up, but he didn’t bother to chase after us. His forehead was bleeding a little, and he walked slowly back into his car shouting words I couldn’t understand but assumed were bad.

We walked for what felt like an eternity. We were nearly ready to give up and go to sleep, but then I saw something in the sky.

It flew really fast, and looked awfully tiny from where I was. It was too noisy to be a bird, and it didn’t move its wings.

Then I remembered, in the city near the ally, there is a huge place where lots of giant flying things land and take off. The one above us looked too small to be one of them, but it was worth a shot.

“Tony,” I said. “Follow that thing in the air!”

“Why?!” Tony asked quite confused.

“It’ll take us to the city!” I wasn’t actually sure, but I didn’t have time to explain all the details, so we ran down the road after it.

It’s hard to chase a flying thing when it’s so much faster than you and you’re with someone who can’t hardly walk. Eventually, we lost it, but not too soon, because I could see the tops of buildings peeking out over all of the trees.

“Tony, Look!” I ran down the road towards the buildings and Tony limped along behind me.

The buildings grew closer and closer, and I was so occupied with getting there that I forgot to figure out what we were going to do once we did get there.

Finally we reached the city. It felt different than when I had left, but it was the same city.

We had to think of a plan now, we needed a way to get Cleo out without getting put in ourselves. No matter how hard we tried, all the plans that stood a chance of working took more than two people.

“We gotta go get the others, Honeybee,” Tony said.

“No,” I said defiantly. “We don’t need them.”

Tony looked at me. “Honeybee, when are you going to forgive them?”

“I don’t need to forgive them, I just need to forget them!”

“How come you’re so stubborn?” Tony asked. “Why don’t you just ask yourself, what would you have done?”

I didn’t even hesitate before standing straighter and firmly saying, “I wouldn’t have lied.”

Tony sighed. “Well, how do you propose we do this by ourselves?”

I stared at the ground, thinking, then I looked up and grinned. “I might have a way.”

That night was cold, but Tony and I stayed in a cardboard box by an alley, discussing what we were to do.

In the Morning we were ready. I walked into the alley and found a puddle of mud. I stared at it for a moment, then splashed it all over my face before rolling around in it.

I wasn’t sure if it would work, but when I saw my reflection in a window, I was completely brown, and looked slightly more like a dog, though I still had the facial features of a fox.

In order for the plan to work, I had to look exactly like a dog.

I walked to Tony. “Will it work?” I asked.

Tony looked at me carefully. “I don’t think they’ll buy it.”

I shook to get the mud out of my fur, because it was getting a little itchy. “Then what do we do?”

Tony nodded at me. “I have to be the distraction, not you.”

“But Tony, you’re hurt.”

“Exactly why you have to get the job done. I’ll be more helpful as the decoy.”

I shook my head. “But how will you get out?”

Tony hesitated, then smiled a kind of sad smile at me. “Maybe I won’t.”

I closed my mouth. Time froze. I think the world stopped turning. I walked over to him and touched my forehead to his. “You’re going to live,” I practically choked. “I love you.”

He closed his eyes. “And I love you too, Honeybee.”

So there we were, standing in the middle of the world, as every creature, tree, and planet, held their breath.

Tony wouldn’t let me stop him. “There’s no other way.”

“Alright, but promise you’ll be careful.”

He smiled. “I promise.”

So that was that. We were breaking into the pound.

Tony ran to the front and barked in at the other dogs, who in turn gave him a bark of warning, but the humans already saw him.

“Hey, look at this little cutie pie,” one of them said.

“But look, he’s hurt,” The other one replied.

One of them picked him up. “He’s got no license, must be a stray.”

“C’mon, let’s put this poor fella out of his misery.”

Out of his misery. That was what the man with the stick had said. They were going to kill him! I crept in the door after them, like I was supposed to. But in my mind, operation free Cleo had become operation save Tony.

I ran after them, not even looking for which cage Cleo was in. They took Tony into a dark room. It smelled weird and felt like death.

They set Tony down on the floor and tied a rope around his neck. One of them walked out, while the other grabbed one of those sticks and pointed it at Tony.

I heard it click, and that meant the boom would be coming soon. There was nothing I could do, it was too late to jump on the guy. But when I saw the fear in Tony’s eyes, I had to do something. I jumped in front of him, and a second later, I heard the boom.

To be continued in “Millie: A story of family (part 4)”

Millie: a story of family (part 2)

fox-1448392_1920I closed my eyes, preparing for the animal to rip me to pieces. What happened next was unexpected.

“Hey honeybee.” It was Tony! I didn’t know how he had gotten there or why he had come, but it was Tony.

I stared at him, a mix of incredibly surprised and kind of confused. Finally he got off of me, and I stood up.

“What are you doing here?” I asked him. “I’m not a dog, Tony. You need to find a new best friend.”

“I don’t wanna,” He argued. Then the saw the look on my face. “I promise I didn’t know,” he said. “Roger kept it from all of us.”

“I know,” I said. “But I live here now. There’s way fewer people, more trees, and maybe somewhere around here there’s even another fox.”

He looked at me with an expression on his face that I’d never seen before. Almost as if he was more scared than I was, so I sat down next to him and let him talk.

“We miss you a whole lot, honeybee. Roger only kept it from you to protect you, and he never told me because he knew I’d tell you. Max hasn’t eaten or slept since you left, and Cleo…..” he paused, swallowed hard and spoke slowly. “Cleo’s gone.”

I jumped up. “Where’d she go off to?”

“The dog catcher came,” said Tony. “She was the only one not fast enough to escape. She’s old, no humans are gonna take her in.”

“We gotta break her out!” I yelled, then I suddenly stopped. “You gotta break her out.”

“Come on Millie,” he begged. “You gotta come back. Like I said, Roger was only protecting you.”

“I don’t need protecting!” I yelled. “I can take care of myself as you can see.”

I know that,” said Tony. “But Roger doesn’t.”

“Well then let him see for himself.” I ran off, but before I had run too far I glanced back ever so briefly, and saw Tony sitting there. He wouldn’t leave, I mean he’s Tony, but he couldn’t come after me because I’m faster than him, so I just turned and kept running.

I reached a place where there were fewer trees, and the grass grew long and covered me almost completely.

I continued to run, but the grass tripped me and I fell.

I stayed down for a minute, realizing I might never see Tony again. I don’t know why, but I closed my eyes. My life came back to me, the memories, the happiness, a time when running from the dog catcher was the only downside, and it meant nothing because I was with my family, and nothing could change that. I thought of Tony, running, barking, laughing, trying to keep up with me in races, and getting into trouble with me just so that we could find a way out.

I couldn’t handle it, I decided to stop feeling.

Suddenly I felt dead, not the kind of dead that Roger used to tell me about, where you go and live in the clouds and look down on everyone and have no problems, the kind of dead where you just stop living, and nothing happens. You can’t think, you’re like a robot, and you can’t be depressed because you just can’t feel anything.

I heard a bark and a whimper, and I heard Tony struggling, but I didn’t feel it. Everything was a dream, and nothing made sense. Suddenly I think I woke up, something had grabbed me and was swinging me around so violently that I wasn’t sure if I could move.

It threw me against the ground. I got up and looked at it for a second. bear-89000_1280It was huge and furry, and it was making some sort of growling moaning sound. I couldn’t tell if it was angry or why, but it was trying to kill me!

“What’s your problem?!” I said before dodging a blow.

I heard yelling, “Millie!”

I jumped onto the creature’s back and then back off again before he rolled over. “Tony!”

I couldn’t take the creature down, so I ran to the trees. It chased me. When I reached the trees I made as many tight turns as possible, like Max had told me to do whenever running from something bigger than I was.

The creature was falling behind, but one problem still remained, where was Tony?

I saw a large hole in one of the trees and jumped into it. The creature ran past it, and once it was out of sight I jumped out and yelled, “Tony!”

There was no response, so I ran back to where I had left Tony. I wanted him to either be there, or for the place to be empty.

When I got there, he wasn’t there, but to make it worse the place wasn’t empty. There were claw marks in the dirt, and a puddle of blood. A long streak of blood trailed from it and ended under a tree, where Tony’s body was lying.

I ran over to him. “Tony, please don’t be dead!” I almost screamed.

He just lay there. I shoved him. He didn’t move, he wasn’t even breathing, and I felt the world go silent as if time had frozen.

I remembered something Roger had told me, “Stay strong kid, the worst thing that you can do in a fight is let the enemy see you weak.” Then I realized that the enemy had already taken everything.

Slowly, my eyes closed, and water poured out of them. I couldn’t speak. I felt as if my heart had stopped beating, and everything in the world that mattered was gone.

Then something broke the silence, “See why I need you, honeybee?”

Tony wasn’t dead! I was so happy I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. I hugged him really tight.

That was the day I realized that I need Tony just as much as he needs me.

To be continued in “Millie: a story of family (part 3)”

Millie: A story of family (part 1)

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Hello, my name is Millie. I live in an alley in a great big city that I don’t know the name of. I am a pup – at least that’s what Roger tells me. Roger is the leader of the street dogs (and yes, dogs can be organized just like people).

My best friend is Tony, a black lab pup about my age, though he is much taller. We like to play games and search for food – and trouble – together. He calls me, “honeybee” because that’s what the name Millie means.

Max is a bulldog boxer mix. He is like an uncle to all of the pups and is Roger’s best friend.

Cleo is a Golden Retriever mix. She is the oldest dog in the group, and everyone goes to her for advice.

Those are only some of the dogs in our group, and big or small, fast or slow, and fearless or fearful, they are my family, but this is the story of the day I forgot that.

I remember it clearly, it started early in the morning when all of the street dogs were out looking for food. Like I said, Tony and I always look together, but today something was different.

I think I must have slept in a bit late, because when I looked around the alley, no one was there. Tony hadn’t decided to wake me up, which is really weird because whenever I sleep in Tony always wakes me up. I walked slowly deeper into the alley, the place where the cats stay and we avoid.

I was a little puzzled, but it is hard for a dog to be puzzled for long because they naturally find an explanation whether it’s right or not, and then they are set on that explanation. The explanation I came up with was that I was dreaming, and the reason I was still dreaming was because I had slept in, so I prepared for Tony to wake me up.

Suddenly, a dog-like creature walked by. It had an orange and white coat, and black legs. It had ears like mine, and I could have sworn I had seen it before.

It glanced at me with it’s big eyes, then it passed by me.

“Who are you and why are you here?” I yelled after it.

It froze in it’s tracks. “I am here for the same reason you are,” It said.

“You’re looking for your group?” I said.

“Of course not, I belong to no group.”

“Well then why are you here? I mean, dogs rarely come here.”

“I am not a dog, I’m a fox!” said the creature quickly before suddenly running off.

“Well that was a short conversation,” I whispered to myself before running back to the dog’s part of the alley.

The group had returned from the morning search and was sitting and eating their food.

I ran towards them and just as I had almost reached them, I thought I caught a glimpse of the creature. I stopped, walked back and looked.

The creature wasn’t actually there, it was a shiny piece of meal someone had throne out, I think it’s called a mirror.

I may be a dog, but I know what a mirror is, and when I looked into it, I saw the creature.

I was startled, and confused, but I quickly came up with an explanation, and it was right.

“I-” I began. Suddenly all the pieces came together. “I’m a fox.”

“Millie,” I heard Roger yell. “Come on over here.”

I turned and looked at him, and suddenly it felt like my whole mind was smoldering.

He began to walk up to me. “Millie, you okay?”

I jumped back. “Stay away.”

Roger looked startled. “Millie, have those cats got to your head? I told you us dogs always avoid them.”

My voice changed to somewhat of a growl. “I’m not a dog and I think you know it.”

“What a you talking about?” Roger tried to look confused but behind his eyes I could tell he knew exactly what I was talking about.

Tony came over, and because I was beginning to panic I screamed, “Why didn’t you wake my up?”

Tony jumped, I never yell at him, not for anything, I guess my nerves were just shot.

“I wanted to let you rest,” Tony began. “You were making whimpering noises all night in your sleep, I thought you could use some more rest.”

I turned to the mirror again. My ears fell to the sides of my head like they do when I’m upset.

I looked at Roger. “I can’t believe you would hide something like this from me.”

Roger opened his mouth to say some ridiculous excuse but I silenced him. “I’m not a dog,” I said as I felt my eyes swell up. “I never was. I don’t belong here.”

I ran right past them and out of the alley, I had no intention of returning.

That night was cold, and lonely. It rained hard, and as the water fell all over me I remembered all the happy memories that I shared with the alley dogs, and then I tried to forget.

When morning came, I felt like a whole new dog – I mean fox, I guess.

I climbed into the back of a pick-up truck and it carried me a long way. The wind raced by me, and I felt the memories being blown away and thought, “They won’t miss me, they don’t even care.”

When the pick-up stopped, I was in a new world. Everything was different. There were so many trees, not as many people or cars, and even the air was different.

There was no alley and no street dogs. I suddenly felt scared. It was weird because I had never been scared of anything before, not when I had first decided to run away, not even when I had climbed into the back of the pick-up.

Now the feeling ran over me as if everything else had been a dream, and I had been startled back into reality and it felt so cold.

I walked slowly over to a tree and lay down by it. I was tired and scared. I didn’t know what would happen next.

I remember waking up and I felt as if I had slept for weeks. It was still pitch black outside, but I didn’t notice. I walked to a pond and drank a long drink of water. I sat there for hours, till the sun finally came up.

I didn’t see any other foxes, the only creatures there were small with a fluffy tail and the weird ability to run up the side of a tree.

Then, suddenly, there was the sound of something bigger than those weird creatures, something slightly bigger than me, and it was in the bushes. I froze (I think that’s what wild animals do when they hear a predator).

It came closer, I began to tremble, and I remember it jumping out at me and knocking me flat on my back.

To be continued in “Millie: a story of family (part 2)”

“Just get it done” Poem

When morning comes,

All plans have changed,

Thoughts are different,

Nothings the same,

Yesterday is forgotten,

As today will be too,

Along with all the work,

That you planned to do,

If you put it off,

If you continue to run,

It will sit there forever,

So just get it done.

 

“Rachel Platten’s Music” Poem

This is a short poem I wrote for Rachel Platten and her music. Her music inspires me so much.

Your music,

The inspiration,

Like a tree with so many beautiful branches,

The peace,

The determination,

Like a flower that never stops blooming,

The grace,

The fascination,

Like a swan that glides across the lake so freely,

Nothing can describe the beauty.

The Song of the Wildflowers

cornflower-1465212_1920Spring

When the wildflowers sing,

So silently,

And the trees flap their wings,

In the cool spring breeze,

This is the time when the birds are free,

And the wildflowers sing their song to me,

Summer

When the squirrels jump and play,

And the air is sweet,

I could lie here all day,

In this summer heat,

And the wildflowers grow tall,

And will sing silently,

For they still miss the days,

Of the cool spring breeze,

Fall

When the leaves leave the trees,

And the wind blows hard,

And away go the bees,

In this cool, quiet fall,

And the wildflowers stay,

And shed their seeds,

That they might blow away,

In the strong, quiet breeze,

Winter

When the leaves all die,

And the snow is let free,

I’ll remember the tune,

The flowers sang to me,

And when the winter is gone,

And the world feels brand new,

The wildflowers will come back,

In shades of yellow, green and blue.