A cat attacking a duck.WARNING: STUPIDITY OVERLOAD. If you cannot stand stupid things, stories not making sense at ALL, anons randomly jumping in at the most inappropriate times, random characters being random, and the writer being a complete moron AND having terrible word choice, then TURN BACK NOW.NOW. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.Anyways, this is a little stupid thing I did, details in the description.Hopefully you know what Point of Views are.---Kitty's POVYellow.Yellow was the color.The color of the duck. The rubber duck, that squeaked and squeaked and squeaked. And when you tried to shush it by squishing it, it squeaked. AGAIN. The toy was very annoying. Very. VERY. Annoying. The annoying rubber duck was right in front of my eyes.And it was about to die.---3rd personKitty's green eyes flashed dangerously one second, and then the next, there was one gray paw that held the duck down (that squeaked) and another paw that was raised in the air, ready to strike.The duck, not knowing his fate, squeaked.
Mother 1 thing: 8 melodiesTake a melody,Take a melody of the birth of life. The birth of a new story. The beginning of thestory of one's life, beautiful life. The happiness, the flowering joy and magic ofit all. The laughs of blessed parents as a little bundle of happiness is picked upand cradled. A doll is put into the baby's hands. It's a cute doll. One that makesthe people rejoice and love, makes them adore the simple beauty of simplicity innew found hope. Of new life.Simple as can be,Simple as can be, the joy in learning to love. As the sunshine makes the worldbright, makes the people smile at its light. As the world that this once mute andunknowing child changes, changes so he realises that the world is a beautiful place.A beautiful place full of happiness, of joy, of love. As he soars into life with themelody of love and the beauty of giving, he listens to a canary sing. The youngchild thinks of how great the earth is. And he smiles, smiling under the shade of anold oak, and dreaming about h
Sunshine and Rainbows part 2It's really pretty and beautiful and bright outside.The sky is blue, the sun is shining, there's a gentle breeze, the students are screaming at the top of their lungs, there's a dead bird right next to the building...Oh. There's a dead bird.Wait.There's a dead bird. A dead bird. Dead. Bird. A. There's a. Wait. What?"OMG EM IT'S A DEAD BIRD!!!""OMG! Poor thing!" Em says.Emily walks out, followed by Sam, Robert, Neil, Eric, Nathan, and Jayson.Nathan laughs. "HAHAHA IT'S A DEAD BIRD.""Don't laugh, you idiot! It's a poor little dead birdie!" Em says.Meanwhile, Eric is poking the dead bird with a stray tumbleweed."Hehe it's dead! Poke Poke Poke." he says.I look at this... interesting... conversation and shake my head. Children. Well, I am one myself, but I usually tend to be the more mature one of the group. USUALLY. Not always. Taking my attention and thoughts away from the group, I look at the tiny space we call our "playground" (insert more appropriate "middle school" term he