Fiction

It was a sunny summer day when I woke up. One of those perfect days where the sun is shining but it's not too hot, the birds are chirping and gliding through the sky, and there is a light breeze. I got out of bed and did my morning routine.

I lay on the rocky ground of a trail in the woods,

Looking up at the blue sky with the birds dancing gracefully above the clouds.

The little barrette that pins back the hair on the left side of my face, I wear it every day. Silver and studded with diamonds, it’s my favorite accessory.

If I could give humans a sixth sense, I would give them the ability to sense oncoming danger. While now some people experience this already, with the gut feeling that saves some lives, I think everybody should have this ability already.

In the middle of the old forest, there was an even older tree. It had seen countless parched Augusts, glacial Januaries, blue-skied Junes, rainy Aprils.

If I was graciously handed the opportunity to create a sixth sense, whilst defying all odds, I would choose the ability to sense imminent danger that capitalizes on the gut instinct.

Rotten. It smells rotten in this city. It has been this way since before I can remember. 

I have always been a reckless kid, with an attitude that says "I don't care." I like adventures and having butterflies in my stomach. I am what some would call "adrenaline junky".

A spirit that guards and protects. Something impossible, others say. Whenever I hear that, I just shake my head and laugh because… I’ve been able to see my spirit from when I was born. My spirit’s name is eM. Oh sure, at first it was pretty scary.

I’m jumping through the streets like a spring! All the other cats in the window look at me as a god. I slink around the fish stand like a mouse and jump up and take a fish. Yum! So good. Suddenly I’m in a jungle!

Hello darkness my old friend…