Anna Maria Barrett
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I'm an art student who loves chickens. I just write as a hobby so I still have a lot to learn!
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You Were a God Once
I was seven years old when we first got Fern. I was told the breeder was a friend of a friend of the family's, or something like that. We were visiting his house one day when he offered to give us a tour of the dog kennel, and that's when my mom saw her. I know it would be magical to say that I was the first to see her, that I picked her out from the crowd, but I was seven years old. I would have taken all of the dogs if I could've.
By Anna Maria Barrett4 years ago in Petlife
The Life of a Housefly
A Housefly rests on the cold, tiled surface of a kitchen floor. Its life has been short, and it is ending now. In its last moments, the Housefly is full of resentment. The world all around it is bright and full of life, and it is all too aware of the brevity of its own existence. The plants on the windowsill are a vibrant green, the birds outside are jarringly loud, and even the impossibly old and brilliant sun seemed to look down on the Housefly with its billions of years of life and laugh.
By Anna Maria Barrett4 years ago in Earth
