Well another day, that I feel okay. For me to play outside another day. I'm 5 years old today. And see the sun all full of light, so bright. Mom and dad are still asleep, and so is my only older brother.
So I go outside alone. And see the beautiful dark woods sorrounding my house. But now all white as snow. The grass just barried under, waiting for spring to come. While me... just sitting down in the stair way to my house looking at the beautiful view of mine. Till suddenly I hear a sound, a sound like a pencil tapping a desk, and as if something was tapping a table. Until I see it was a bird, picking on wood. With beautiful colors. Red, White, and Black.
Later...
My dad just woke up, and asked me. "What are you doing outside?". I didn't answer the question, I just told him to look up at the tree, so he could see, I pointed at the tree the bird was at. He said "What bird?" I kept pointing, since I didn't know what type of bird it was. I just stayed quiet pointing, until my brother woke up and went outside too. I told him to look at the same tree I was pointing at, but he asked the same question my dad just asked me. "What bird?". I just stayed quiet and stared at my brother now. Then my dad just told me to get back inside, so I just did. And stared back at the woods and the bird and waved it bye.
To Be Continued...
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The Unknown Rose
General FictionNo one knows her name or has seen her face, they only know her age and only heard her voice. But alot of things trying to get to her. They describe her as a rose, a flower, who they want to tear the petals apart. (Kill her). But she survives all. An...
