Thursday, February 28, 2013

My Short Short Story for the Day



Once upon a time there was a little bunny who lived in a nice little house. Each morning her owner, Sally, let her out of her cage to hop around for a while. On one special day, bunny was hoping around enjoying the chance to stretch her legs when she came across a trail of colorful stones. She hopped over to the first stone and sniffed it. It smelled a little odd but the colors were so pretty that bunny decided to see where it lead. She hopped all the way down the hall and into Sally's brother, John's room. The trail ended there. She looked around but couldn't see anyone.

“Hello? Anyone in here?” She asked sniffing the air.

“Over here.” A small voice spoke from the corner.

Bunny hopped over and looked up. There was a cage high up on the shelf. “Oh, hello there.” She said.

“What do you want?” The voice asked.

“Uh, well, I was just wondering who left the trail of colorful rocks out there.” Bunny said wriggling her nose.

“Me.” The voice said.

“Why?” Bunny squinted trying to see into the shadow.

“Well, it's not like I have any choice.” The voice came out of the shadows and was a small brown bunny.

“Oh, a bunny! I didn't know there was another bunny. How long have you lived here?” Bunny was very excited to make a new friend.

“Not long.” The bunny said. “And you might want to put that down.”

“Yes, mom, I'm cleaning it up right now.” John walked into the room cleaning up the rocks as he came. Then dumping them in the toilet and flushing. “All done.”

After he left, Bunny turned to her new friend. “Are those...”

“Yup.”

“Ewww!' Bunny quickly dropped the stone and wiped her paws on the bedspread.

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

My Short Short Story for the Day



Meira walked toward the door tugging her sweater closed. She could feel the chill seeping through the window panes.

“So I have to go out in that?” She said mesmerized by the drifts.

“You have to. I can't. You know I can't.” Sam said.

“I know.” Meira whispered slowly turning around. She pulled on a thick pair of sweatpants over her jeans. Then she put on two pairs of wool socks, wrapped a scarf around her neck, tugged on Sam's jacket, laced up her boots and finished with ski gloves.

“Are you sure that's not too much?” Sam eyed her.

“Well, I don't want to freeze.” She snapped then taking a breath. “Don't worry. I'll be careful.”

Meira gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and turned to face the door again. She shivered just thinking about what was out there. The snow would make it that much harder. No, she couldn't think about that. Not now. She had to go before she lost all courage. She grabbed the doorknob, took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then yanked open the door threw herself into the snow pulling the door shut behind her. Without looking back she climbed to her feet and began trudging as quickly as she could. The air was so cold it hurt her lungs to breath. Her feet were already tingling from the cold and her face was numb even under the ski mask. She reached the edge of the field and slowed to a halt. The darkness of the forest lurked before her. If only there was another way around. She straightened and stepped forward. As if on cue she heard a screeching howl pierce the air. With a shudder she began to jog.

“Please let me be fast enough today.” She whispered into the wind.