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Text Box: Home! Text Box: Hiya! Welcome to my page These are my poems and short stories, hope you enjoy my fantasy World of my story and the creativity of my poems!! Books Books are stories between pages They are the life of many ages They are the stories that should be told From the middle ages to old They are the figments of our imagination They are an extraordinary creation Text Box: Bird’s song The song of a bird Is forever heard It speaks of a told tale Of a stormy night and hail For which ever way that it is sung It can easily be sprung For the singing of a bird’s song Can never be heard wrong Text Box: The Month of April When we wish for something to happen or to go somewhere or for something To happen, is that the best choice ? Is that what we really want? What if our wish could come true? It is April the 5th 1995, the rain is heavy and rivers run along the side of the roads A fragile child is born, she will be named April. Her parents will regret having her, She will have no friends, no one to turn to. She will also have an extraordinary ability. SEVEN YEARS LATER…….. April is in her room the walls have been stripped of their colorful paper, she lies In her bed covering her face with her raven black hair. The rain taps slowly on her window Pane and sings her to sleep. Until the screaming started from outside, it was her mother April stood up and peered out of her window her mother was yowling at the paper boy For knocking over her flower pots again. Whenever her mother got frustrated the blood Started to rush to her head and she looked more like an elderly man. April whipped her head around, unsheathed her blanket coating her pale body. She stumbled Out of bed wearily lost her footing and collapsed to the ground slamming her left cheek Bone to the wooden floor boards. Slowly rolling up her back she stalked to the door, the floor was clod on her bare feet She easily slipped threw the small crack she had open in her door. Her mother had just Entered the living room, shaking off the water droplets, she left the umbrella leaning On the wall. “ It’s a flood! ’’ she exclaimed. “It’s raining cats and dogs outside!” ( Really?) April thought, ( Is it raining cats and dogs? I want a kitty) She was so deeply in thought that she didn't notice that her mother was speaking to her.” April, Answer Me!’’ “ Oh, I’m sorry” she apologized pressing her finger to her temple. “Never mind you worthless piece of trash! Why are you still standing there? Go make my breakfast!” her mother yowled, crinkling up her nose in a snarl. April didn't need to be told twice, She scurried away into the kitchen and set up her cooking Supplies. First she slid the frying pan on the stove , turned the knob and stirred the pancake Mix slowly with her wooden spoon. Turning the batter soggy with her silent tears. After flipping over her tenth pancake she stacked them onto a plate and set the table, with gleaming silver wear and perfectly pressed napkins. “ Breakfast is ready,’’ April announced to her Mother sitting in the recliner chair watching her favorite comedy show, “ HAH! Hah, hah!” her mother chuckled pointing at the screen clapping her hands. “ Breakfast is ready ’’ she repeated, “ Fine! Fine!’’ her mother hissed sourly, Her mother sat at her usual seat and stabbed her fork Threw three pancakes and slapped them onto her plate. Drenching them in the sweet, golden Syrup, it melted down the stack of fluffy pancakes. When she ate she looking like a starving Dog literally stuffing her mouth thriving for more. Unlike her mother April was not that hungry, So she trotted back into the room, Her golden Rusted mirror was to the left of the wall she sat on the edge of her bed and stared at her Reflection. She did not recognize herself her cheek was starting to swell so it throbbed Whenever she moved her jaw. April knelt down and crawled under her bed it was stuffy And shadowed down here, with her stomach pressed to the frozen wood she retrieved A cardboard box. Lifting the heavy weight she used all of her upper body strength And lugged the box onto the bed. The springs snapped with the abrupt landing, lent and dust Through the heavy air. Climbing back onto her unmade bed she searched through her miniature library in a box, and Found what she was looking for, Nightmares and Dreamscapes By Stephen King. She leafed through the pages and found where she had left off and resumed to the plot of the story. While engaged in the book a tapping interrupted her, it came from the window but not the same Rhythmic tapping of the rain. She closed the book and set it on the pillow, as she reached for the blinds she pondered, “ What If it was a monster?’’ “ What if it tried to hurt her?” she shook her head, she was reading to much Stephen King. Hesitantly she reached to remove the silky velvet blocking the dim sunlight to penetrate through The window, Her hand tore away the thick layer of cloth to reveal the compressed ball of black Fur begging to be held. Slowly pushing the window open the window the damp air breathed in the Warmth that hovered around her room. She scooped up the wet matted fur and placed it lovingly on her bed. “I actually got a kitty,” April murmured dazed. “What should I name you little buddy?” He twitched his whiskers, his fur bristled till suddenly he let out a sneeze. He groomed his paw and rubbed it behind his ear. His breath came in small wheezes sounded like a crickets song. “That’s what I’ll call you,” April said burying her pale face into his welcoming fur, “Critter.” The rumble of his steady purring calmed April till her mother started screaming at a high pitch. April threw critter under the safety of the blankets and glided out of the from. “Oh my gosh! It’s the end of the world!” her mother cried. April ran to the front door, thrust it open, she starred dumb founded at the ominous ocean of cats and dogs everywhere to be seen. Cats were crawling over roofs. Dogs on top of cars setting off alarms. Some cats were in the pine trees that looked down on the neighborhood. Some dogs in trash cans gnawing at the bag spilling out garbage onto the glistening road. April leaped off the porch and looked up into the sky using her hands as binoculars. There was something flying in the moisture of the clouds, no not flying, falling! It fell faster as it came closer to solid earth, April launched herself at the landing point and snatched it out of the air before it literally hit rock bottom. Its claws dug into her left are causing blood to poke its ugly head through her skin. April clenched her teeth keeping her pain at bay. The creatures body shook rapidly in a shiver, its overly grown ears catching the wind. It was a Chihuahua, she sat it onto the moist ground and let it scurried away. An un-oiled mustang made its way down the hill, leaving behind the mark of black tire tracks. Parked in the driveway making the sound of a dying cat, maybe it was. The old worted toad in the from got out of the vehicle and slammed the door with a grunt. Spitting his chewed tobacco at his feet, his face sweating from the sticky humidity that slugged around the air. His neck was beginning to tuck into his shell like a turtle.