Fiction

    I run through the woods, my hands trailing on the foliage along the sides of the packed down trail. The trail had been used by me, my mother, and her mother, and so on and on. It led to a small magical place where I felt safe.

"Hey, Chessie?"
I looked up, swinging my legs in the open air. The ledge underneath me wouldn't crumble, or at least, it better not. Domane's wings were loud, loud with each beat as she alighted next to me, claws digging into the ground.

My day is done. My voice was heard. Now I can relax. Climb into my cozy pajamas, and rest. One long week has gone by, and the next two days are to myself. As I walk home I can see the busy traffic of people trying to get home to their families.

[Art by cedar]I chose to carry on the story of cedars Coons. (The coon, along witht the moon, can speak English.) Just a short little story. :)
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    A star fell in the field behind the house. 

He walked through the maze of corridors, trying to find his way back to the dining hall where his host was awaiting him. Who puts the damn bathroom so far away from the main hall anyway? he thought to himself as he wandered aimlessly.

Earth.

Canadamerica, Section B512, Town 1287 F

Year 2374, Third Month.

Society is like a cardboard box. And this cardboard box has rules. You must stay inside the box. If you leave the box, the box will follow you and pull you back.

   All you can say is, you have to feel bad for the man.  The things that happen to him are quite hilarious, but it must bring him lots of pain-on the inside and the outside.

If I could describe humor I would say humor is a quality that people have that makes them seem funny to other people. Humor is something people have that makes them a funny and lighthearted person.