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[Isabella7Storm5]

Writing is one of my favorite things to do. It helps me emotionally as well as mentally. I would consider myself pretty good at it and I want to publish something someday but i am not in the place to do it at the moment. I'll post little parts bit by bit of my writings. Tell me if you like them!
PLEASE, dont copy my work as i hope to do something with it someday. Thank you. Enjoy!

 

[Yard Farmer]

Writing is one of my favorite things to do. It helps me emotionally as well as mentally. I would consider myself pretty good at it and I want to publish something someday but i am not in the place to do it at the moment. I'll post little parts bit by bit of my writings. Tell me if you like them!
PLEASE, dont copy my work as i hope to do something with it someday. Thank you. Enjoy!

Excited to see!

 

[Isabella7Storm5]

On the Brink of Spring

Spoiler: Part 1

“You must try, Yanái”
I stood rigid in the snow, tail between my legs, eyes wide. Of course I wanted dinner, but I did not want to leap headfirst into a snowbank to get it. I could hear the mouse scurrying around under the snow, and my mouth started salivating.
Siyúlne stood off to the left, rusty brown fur standing out against all the white, tail swaying side to side, pointed ear (he only had one) twitching expectantly. I knew he wanted the food too, but he was letting me have it. He would go hungry again so that I-

My eyes flew open. It was just another dream. Waking up like this had become all too common during these past months. Looking around, I knew I was in my den. All foxes have dens, but this was nothing special. There was just enough room for the two piles of moss that served as my bed and my reminder. A reminder that it had been all my fault.
I yawned, and watched the mist billow from my jaws. It was cold. Too cold. It had been too long since I had heard a stream or felt the grass or smelt a flower.
Standing stiffly, I stretched and looked outside. The snow lay in deep drifts as far as I could see, which was not very far because of the trees, stripped of their leaves and bare against the cold, hard sky.
I gingerly broke an icicle off the top of the den entrance with my sharp, white teeth and took it back to my moss, and began licking. It was better than no water, but like everything else, it was a part of winter. Part of something cold and lifeless and colorless. When would it end?
I decided I would not go hunting today. I had eaten last night. I was to pass the day staring at the sky, letting the sweet memories of past times fill me, and hopefully, no more dreams would come.

 

[Yard Farmer]

On the Brink of Spring

Part 1

“You must try, Yanái”
I stood rigid in the snow, tail between my legs, eyes wide. Of course I wanted dinner, but I did not want to leap headfirst into a snowbank to get it. I could hear the mouse scurrying around under the snow, and my mouth started salivating.
Siyúlne stood off to the left, rusty brown fur standing out against all the white, tail swaying side to side, pointed ear (he only had one) twitching expectantly. I knew he wanted the food too, but he was letting me have it. He would go hungry again so that I-

My eyes flew open. It was just another dream. Waking up like this had become all too common during these past months. Looking around, I knew I was in my den. All foxes have dens, but this was nothing special. There was just enough room for the two piles of moss that served as my bed and my reminder. A reminder that it had been all my fault.
I yawned, and watched the mist billow from my jaws. It was cold. Too cold. It had been too long since I had heard a stream or felt the grass or smelt a flower.
Standing stiffly, I stretched and looked outside. The snow lay in deep drifts as far as I could see, which was not very far because of the trees, stripped of their leaves and bare against the cold, hard sky.
I gingerly broke an icicle off the top of the den entrance with my sharp, white teeth and took it back to my moss, and began licking. It was better than no water, but like everything else, it was a part of winter. Part of something cold and lifeless and colorless. When would it end?
I decided I would not go hunting today. I had eaten last night. I was to pass the day staring at the sky, letting the sweet memories of past times fill me, and hopefully, no more dreams would come.

Very nice!
I like it! Keep up the good work!

 

[Isabella7Storm5]

Spoiler: Part 2

This would show him, I thought as I ran through the dark, faster and faster. He thought he could tell me what to do. I was nearly six months old, no longer a kit. He didn't seem to understand that I was plenty old enough to do what I thought was best.
I found a small cleft in a tree that smelt strongly of skunk. A perfect place to hide. An hour later, I was still there, but now a heavy rain had begun to fall, and it was getting cold. Then I heard it.
“Yanái! Where are you!? Please come back!”
I heard Siyúlne creep towards the tree. His head appeared in the opening.
“There you are!” he exclaimed.
Siyúlne squeezed in next to me, shielding me from the rain. He began to lick the mud and leaves from my coat.
I felt terrible about what I'd done.
“Listen, Yanái, she told me to look after you. I gave her my word.I will not fail her…or you.”
I Shut my eyes and cuddled closer to my brother. Against his large, warm body, I quickly fell asleep

When I opened my eyes again, I was in the dark, laying on a pile of moss. There was no rain, There was no tree. There was no Siyúlne. Of course there wasn't. It had been a dream. Again.
I carefully pushed the moss pile around with a front paw to fluff it up, and then did the same to the other. I got a drink, and then pushed my way up through the hole to the outside world. I must go find something to eat. I was hungry, not to mention bored.
After carefully brushing away the tracks near the entrance with my tail, I set off.
Wandering along the southern edge of a tall group of pines, I remembered what Siyúlne had told me about hunting.
“Try under the pines first. Small animals will go where the snow is thin to find food”

“But what if there are no animals”

“Well, Yanái, they must drink too, so find a stream”

In the spring and summer, it was not rare to find a rabbit or pheasant, but in the winter, you must be happy with even a shrew, and a shrew is just what I found, scurrying around under a pine tree, nibbling on a grub it had found in an especially soft log.
Feeling revived, I decided that after the screams that had come out of the shrew, I’d have better luck trying somewhere else. I knew of a spring a little ways off and went quietly to find it.
It wasn't too hard to locate though. There was a trail of ice leading to the hole in the ground where water came slowly out and ran under the snow and ice, eventually freezing.
I had to stop and brush away the ice in one place to look at myself.
Looking down onto the reflective surface I saw a fox with a long, jagged scar running down its face, all the way from the back of its ear to under its chin, passing through an eye, rendering it useless and giving it a pale, cloudy color. I sighed and looked away. A deep sorrow filled my heart as I continued on. It should have been me.
I found a mouse, but nothing else.
By the time I began heading home, the sky had started turning pink and then gray and then, by the time I slipped down my hole, the last stars had disappeared on the horizon and a small bird had begun to sing.

 

[Isabella7Storm5]

Spoiler: Part 3

“Like this, Yanái ”
Siyúlne looked ridiculous. There was no way that he was going to make me do that. He stood in the snow waving his back half to and fro, covering some freshly pressed pawprints with his tail.
“You must always keep the snow around the den clear of tracks.” He explained
“But why?” It seems silly if you ask me.”
“Nobody’s asking you.” he stated, though I could see his eyes laughing behind his grave expression “So do it.”
Reluctantly, I began covering my tracks. There was no way that this was importa-

I was awoken by a small clod of dirt falling on my head. That never happened unless something was standing on top of the bank where the den had been dug into.
Siyúlne had made sure that the walls and ceiling were hard and smooth, not only for the structural integrity, but it also kept heat in.
Every muscle in my body was tense. Every hair stood on end. I crept quietly to the entrance.
More dirt fell to the floor as whatever was up there shifted position. I must see what’s out there whether I get eaten or not. I peered out the hole.
Countless stars filled the night sky and I could see by the light cast on the trees in front of me that there was a full moon.
Just then, it hit me. If the moon was shining onto the back of the bank, then I should be able to see the shadow of whatever was up there, cast on the snow.
I crawled closer to the hole so I could see the ground. Stretched out, elongated by the angle of the moon was the shadow of a fox, and as I examined the shape of the animal portrayed on the snow, I realized, it only had one ear.

 

[Isabella7Storm5]

Spoiler: Part 4

What!? No. I couldn't be. This was a dream. I was dreaming. But no, I wasn't. I had woken up just now, but I still bit my tongue to make sure. I was very much awake, and had the distinct taste of blood in my mouth to convince me.
I quickly pushed up through the hole to look at the top of the bank. From where I was standing, I couldn't see anything.
Further investigation led me to the summit. Nothing. I could barely contain my sorrowful disappointment. Well, there was almost nothing. On the top of the bank, lay a small blue feather.

Something about it made me sad and happy almost like a dream does when you're about to remember it, but you can't quite grasp the memory.

What did this feather have to do with anything? For all I knew, a bird had flown over and dropped it. I took the feather back down, and fell into a deep yet troubled sleep.


“Siyúlne! Siyúlne! I’ve found one!” I yelled through gritted teeth.
During the summer, Siyúlne had decided that we should find as many feathers as we possibly could, so that in the winter the den would be kept colorful, and if it got too cold, we’d have some extra warm bedding.
I ran through the trees, ears flat against my head as I tried to get to Siyúlne as fast as I could. How he would love the brilliant feather I had found, It was soft and shiny and crystal blue.
I burst into the clearing to see Siyúlne creeping out of the underbrush with three bright yellow and red feathers.
“Look what I found!” I declared as I set my prize down at his paws. It seemed to glitter in the sun.
“That,” exclaimed Siyúlne, “ is the most beautiful one we have found yet.”
I felt myself shiver with pride. Siyúlne’s eyes always spoke for him, and I could tell that he meant what he said.
Suddenly, a great gust of wind picked up the feather and carried it up over the treetops and out of sight.
A whine snuck out of my throat and my head drooped.

“Yanái,” Siyúlne rebuked, “it is a feather. You must not act as though your life has come to an end.” Besides,” His voice softened “we may yet find it again.”

 

[Ilovemychicks08]

Your stories are so good!

 

[Isabella7Storm5]

Your stories are so good!

Thank you!

 

[Isabella7Storm5]

Spoiler: Part 5

The wind had been picking up all day and I could see dark clouds billowing on the horizon. They were not snow clouds. Rain was in the air, and of course, it had chosen today of all days to come.

I had decided that to settle my nerves from last night’s escapade, I was going to go hunting. I was still going to go, there was no doubt about that. No water was going to stop me from my plans.
I set off through the forest at a good pace, stopping to sniff around a rabbit hole once in a while. They were all cold and empty, waiting for a family of bunnies to decide that it was a good place to live, not knowing that a fairly hungry fox lived nearby. I could wait for that. It was worth it.

I came across a large ditch, filled with snow, full of mouse holes. If I was to eat, I had to hurry.
The wind was growing in strength and the clouds were black with rage. Trees were swaying back and forth and though you would think otherwise, the snow lay flat and still, partially thawed to the ground. Lightning flashed in the distance and a rumble of thunder applauded it.
I got three mice before I decided that it was no longer safe to stay outside, and headed for home, creeping flat on the ground against the wind, I struggled through the underbrush. The going was hard but I was sure I could make it.
Limbs were starting to break from the trees, and many small twigs were blowing past and striking me on the face. I couldn't see. I couldn't hear and then suddenly, a great blow came across my back and head. I couldn't move. I was stuck. It was a branch. It…it had…fallen…on…. Everything went black.