WRITING
Pushing Flowers Two words...
and Blowing
Dandelions
Life was good. My mother would wake me up
letters that were never clear to people with stupid minds. I’m a genius. My
her cub. Then she would tell me I have beautiful
eyes and we would walk down stairs to eat
breakfast.
I loved it when we would sit down and talk about
what the day was going to be like. Life was a
make me look stupid.
clouds.
On the weekends my mom and I would go outside
and work in the garden. We would plant and
harvest fruits and vegetables. She always told me
that right after picking a dandelion to immediately
blow it out. She said if I was quick enough my
wish would come true. I loved that garden.
Years passed and I got older but I would still work
on that garden with my mom. Eventually I went to
college but on breaks I went over there and we
would work on that same garden.
When I was out of college and into my own
supportive and loving family What could I be missing?
slimy liquid to wrap around my pencil. My eyes went over and over the
person. How would I know what they are missing? I’m not stupid like them;
I’m a master at life.
house. I was a cheetah running for it’s prey. Time
passed even further and my mom died.
dying bird and an elephant.
mere cast where a soul should rest. Dull. When
it was over I walked to my apartment buried in
depression.
I nearly tripped over my feet when I saw a
I glared at him showing the daggers in my eyes. Couldn’t he see I was busy?
me something so stupid?
myself wishing for my mother back. Now I was
whisper into the past. Gone.
Jackson
and galloped out the door.
caught my attention. A grin spread across my face as I began to write in the
blank spaces.
one thing you’re missing is to...
Natalie
Express Yourself
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