Red like the sunset. Fast like the breeze. The fox chased the rabbit across the meadow. As it did so, it’s leg was crushed in a rusty old bear trap. The fox collapsed from the sudden pain. The smell of blood had the rabbit venture back into the meadow. A hound had been following the rabbit. A boy had been following the hound. When he laid eyes on the broken carcass, he thought it was dead. When he found it wasn’t, the boy rescued it instead of putting it out of its misery. He took care of him forever more.
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Meela Ward
A crazy dragon nerd, and a huge fantasy geek with quite the imagination. She has a big passion for writing and animating.
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Mercy
Her eyes were like melted gold. Her fur was like the leaves on the forest floor. Olive, grey, and maroon. He lowered his rifle. Her babies were like rock behind her. He sighed. Was he becoming soft? The wolf sniffed the change in the air and her pups started to move again. “Don’t ever come back onto my property again, your hear?” He said to the mother. She bowed her head. She never set foot on his land again but he sometimes saw her golden eyes just beyond the fence.
By Meela Ward3 years ago in Fiction
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)7 days ago in Fiction
Born in January
It wasn’t the right time to leave a party, nor the right time to tell your hostess you weren’t feeling well and you had to leave immediately. The hostess shook her head like the defection was nothing new and went back to attending to her more worthwhile guests. Annaliese’s friend, Kimberly, offered to drive her back to the house, but Annaliese wouldn’t hear of it.
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