literature

Animals make great literature even greater: from Toto to Wilbur to the three little kittens who lost their mittens.

Mixed Messages
Ollie awoke to a beautiful night in Brustleville. Tonight was a very special occasion, for he would finally graduate from the Messengers of Peace Academy. Ollie had invested the past fourteen of his sixteen years training to be a messenger owl. Ollie flew downstairs to find his mother cooking his favorite dish - sweet bread.
By Jennifer Weatherly5 years ago in Petlife
When the Night Falls
Darkness roams the air. Two headlights slice through the night sky as they make their way toward a small town in the distance. Suddenly the car’s engine starts to flutter. “Just great”, says the boy, as he looks toward the Low Fuel light in the dashboard. Taking his dad’s car without permission was one thing, but having to call him for rescue would really be the cherry on top of an already lousy night. The car’s hiccups slowly wind down as the last fumes of gas are extinguished. He is officially out of gas. As he pulls over to the side of the road, he can’t help but feel a sense of dread. The boy (a 16-year-old if that counts), having barely learned to parallel park, now must now figure out how to get himself out of this predicament.
By Javier R De Haro5 years ago in Petlife
Lost In The Owl’s Eyes
Owls were always interesting to me. Once I started to read about owls. I discovered how meaningful an owl was to me. The stories below describe my most intimate owl experiences. Getting lost in the eyes and how I developed a love for such a miraculous bird.
By T.Monet5 years ago in Petlife
Insight
Night falls. Movement below. Scratching, then rustling. Don't breathe. Focus. Food. Take flight: wind and timing. Dive, grab then climbing. Search for safety, land and devour.
By Morganna Abraham-Lerch5 years ago in Petlife
Once in a Pink Moon
The Night Before The church sat empty. Perched on the edge of a hillside, it overlooked the town of Salmon Falls. Streetlights twinkled in the darkness as the town slept below. Dogs barked. A far-off coyote howled.
By Luanne Brown5 years ago in Petlife
A Song of the Stars. Top Story - January 2021.
A single brown leaf was swept up as a soft breeze weaved through the branches. The sun had set much earlier than usual; it would soon be time to leave.
By Alanna Weeks5 years ago in Petlife
The Night Hunter. Top Story - January 2021.
The journey over the ridge to the forest was a peaceful but long journey. The sun was setting quickly. Golden rays blended with shades of pinks and blues that trickled through the trees. Aside from a light chill the evening was nearly perfect for a night hunt.
By Cassondra Cofresi-Tuska5 years ago in Petlife
To Whoooooom it May Concern
“To Whoooooom do you refer?” the barn owl asked himself aloud, as he did nearly every evening at precisely midnight. It was an odd, open-ended question, as forever he knew it would be. Although he asked thrice, each time in crescendo, he knew that no one dared answer. His crimson-lined heartface impressively rotated over his broad chest, expanding in all directions, looking for the slightest movement: a rustle, a breath, an irregular heartbeat from under the snow. A children’s taunt, sing-sung in feathered moonbeams, focused for a moment in his mind, ”thrice a night entice the mice…a meal of two will never do…..”
By Colleen Rastovich5 years ago in Petlife
The Moon Seems Unaware
Firstly, explain it to me. The ‘Barn’ descriptor. I am an Owl, I may have three roosts, which makes me classier than your typical ‘House’ human, substantially better than your typical ‘Trailer Park’ human.
By Reagan Alexander5 years ago in Petlife
Just Walking the Dog.
Gloria Watkins-Brown was married to Ginger Brown and she owned a thriving little business in the shape of an Art Gallery; which took up most of the space of their old home in Wendouree Parade directly opposite the shores of Lake Wendouree.
By a.a.gallagher5 years ago in Petlife
Deadly Moonlight
Oh the quiet moonlit night. The sky was clear, the wind was still. Dear Luna, the moon was quite full shining her ethereal glow upon the land, creating a form of light making those normally blind to the dark, able to see for but a time.
By Sarah-Jayne Hucks5 years ago in Petlife
Joann and Reginald Take a Walk
It was a beautiful morning and Joann, and Reginald were sunbathing on the back porch, watching the pond now and then or the small breeze through the trees beyond. It was a good day for relaxing in the sun. The phone rang, suddenly cutting the otherwise quiet morning, making Joan jump in her chair. She grabbed up her cellphone and pushed the accept call button.
By Tabitha White5 years ago in Petlife