Nonfiction

    It was a pretty cold night and the wind blew hard.  I was walking down the street looking for something to do because I was bored.  It had been snowing for a while and it still continued, coming down, and down.

Monday
 7:50am 
Where is everybody going? Can I come? No, don’t leave me! Not again! 
8:00am
Oh no, not again! Must find my people! 
Chew, chew, chew. Scratch, scratch, scratch! 

Tigerstar’s Death

     When I look at an animal at the zoo, he normally looks back. When he looks at me, straight in the eyes, he's  probably thinking, “Darn, another one. Geez, when can I get some privacy around here.

I have been thinking about the voting system for a long time, and while I do have a rather unpopular opinion, I would love to hear your thoughts.

hazel's house is almost fully cast, but for one ghost and a few people who haven't confirmed. costumes for all but a few of the characters have been purchased.

i am the one to build ice from puddled water. leaking, honest, here for you.
 

If I heard a wolf howl, I would not be scared. I have a few reasons for this. My first reason is wolves do not try to hurt you, they do it for self-defense.

The morning you were born it was cold. I remember, we were outside bringing the cows in and I saw you. I couldn’t see you clearly. You just looked like a blob. Then I saw you. You had slid under the fence and in the road. It was so amazing.

Involuntary shudders,
Are good and bad. Happy but often sad. 
The feeling I associate with ghosts.
And the feeling I associate with the thril of life.
A good reason to like my nose,
Because you like my nose.