Anna
"You know, Anna, you really do have a gift," Goose flew from his post to her shoulder.
"Maybe. But there's a fine line between gift and curse," Anna replied as she continued to gently brush the mane of her horse, Lightning. It was a name the horse rightfully earned with its speed.
The barn had become Anna's sanctuary a long time ago. She had always found talking to animals a comforting way to relieve her problems. It was just recently, however, when the animals began to respond, something Anna did not always find comforting.
"Curse? How could you say that? How is us being friends a curse?" Goose demanded.
"Because you're a bird! Granted you're a parrot, but your vocal skills are not supposed to exceed repetition and mimicking," Anna turned to the parrot sitting on her shoulder, "not everyone can understand you, you know."
"You'd be surprised," her friend answered.
"Either way, from now on, let's keep the talking in public to a minimum. It won't help anyone if I'm sent to a room with padded walls, and after today, that's exactly where they're sending me," Anna patted Lightning and walked across the barn to return the brush to its shelf.
"She's got a point," Lightning defended Anna.
"Alright," Goose reluctantly agreed. He flapped from her shoulder just escaping as Anna closed the barn door behind them.
Daisy rested her head on the back of her mother's living room sofa and closed her tired eyes. The place that filled her mind was vaguely familiar, perhaps some place she had visited when she was a small child.
For as long as Daisy could remember, she had lived with her mother in this very house. Yet, she knew that her mother came from a different place, an entirely different world.
The ground beneath Daisy's boots was blanketed with fresh snow. Where had she gotten boots? It was never cold in this area of the world. Even after the soft substance crunched beneath her heavy boots, the snow remained smooth on the frozen grass's surface. Without hesitation, Daisy walked further enjoying every soft snowflake that fell on her face. She stopped, however, when the outline of a small log cabin suddenly appeared in the distance.
Daisy abruptly opened her eyes. The image seemed so real, but it had to be from a long time ago, a time she surely would not remember. When the drowsiness from her nap began to wear off, Daisy realized her hands were coated in many different colors but she could not locate her drawing materials. Daisy knew her mother would kill her if she once again got color all over their new sofa. She jolted upright nearly knocking the large picture off the couch.
"Woh!" what were once her drawing materials were now the place that had occupied her thoughts.
"Maybe. But there's a fine line between gift and curse," Anna replied as she continued to gently brush the mane of her horse, Lightning. It was a name the horse rightfully earned with its speed.
The barn had become Anna's sanctuary a long time ago. She had always found talking to animals a comforting way to relieve her problems. It was just recently, however, when the animals began to respond, something Anna did not always find comforting.
"Curse? How could you say that? How is us being friends a curse?" Goose demanded.
"Because you're a bird! Granted you're a parrot, but your vocal skills are not supposed to exceed repetition and mimicking," Anna turned to the parrot sitting on her shoulder, "not everyone can understand you, you know."
"You'd be surprised," her friend answered.
"Either way, from now on, let's keep the talking in public to a minimum. It won't help anyone if I'm sent to a room with padded walls, and after today, that's exactly where they're sending me," Anna patted Lightning and walked across the barn to return the brush to its shelf.
"She's got a point," Lightning defended Anna.
"Alright," Goose reluctantly agreed. He flapped from her shoulder just escaping as Anna closed the barn door behind them.
Daisy
Daisy twiddled the pencil between her fingers. What to draw? That was the assignment. She had loved to draw since she was a child. There was something about the way a simple combination of colors could transform into something incredible. Yet, for some reason, at this moment, her mind was drawing a blank...literally.Daisy rested her head on the back of her mother's living room sofa and closed her tired eyes. The place that filled her mind was vaguely familiar, perhaps some place she had visited when she was a small child.
For as long as Daisy could remember, she had lived with her mother in this very house. Yet, she knew that her mother came from a different place, an entirely different world.
The ground beneath Daisy's boots was blanketed with fresh snow. Where had she gotten boots? It was never cold in this area of the world. Even after the soft substance crunched beneath her heavy boots, the snow remained smooth on the frozen grass's surface. Without hesitation, Daisy walked further enjoying every soft snowflake that fell on her face. She stopped, however, when the outline of a small log cabin suddenly appeared in the distance.
Daisy abruptly opened her eyes. The image seemed so real, but it had to be from a long time ago, a time she surely would not remember. When the drowsiness from her nap began to wear off, Daisy realized her hands were coated in many different colors but she could not locate her drawing materials. Daisy knew her mother would kill her if she once again got color all over their new sofa. She jolted upright nearly knocking the large picture off the couch.
"Woh!" what were once her drawing materials were now the place that had occupied her thoughts.
