Happiness or Hatred?

Hello, peeps! Annelise here. I wrote a piece of writing in 15 minutes which I really like and thought I should post it on my blog.

Enjoy!

Happiness or Hatred?

Both?

The leaves fell around the tiny bluebird. The crunchy, sunset orange leaves, cascading down,

down, down. The minute bird closed her eyes, letting go of her thoughts, and wrapped herself in

a blanket of nothingness. They rustled her wing feathers, and she raised her tiny wings high.

She breathed deeply, in, out, in out. Then a muffled boom snapped the small bluebird back to

her thoughts, which at that moment consisted of oh, no. something bad is about to happen.

And then it did. A cage around her thoughts, forcing them to stay small and scared. A two legged

monster stepped off a horse, at least she knew what that was. The monster was tall, towering

about the tiny bird, (then again, most things did when you were 10 centimetres tall), It had short

fur, but only on the thing she assumed was a head. It didn’t seem to have any business here,

not in the peaceful forest (of peace). Then it took a sharp looking stick, with sharp bumps along

the sides and pushed it into a massive oak tree. The stick plunged further into the trunk.

The tree groaned, screaming as it fell to the ground with a muffled THUMP. The tiny bluebird

managed not to be squished, but that tree had been her home. The heart of the forest. Her nest

was up there, a tangle of twigs, with three baby blue eggs speckled with gray. Tears ran down

her cheeks as she saw them, two small eggs shattered, the yolk staining the grass orange.

The tiny blue bird swivelled, searching for the third, and saw it. The third was safe, it had

landed on a soft fern.

The bluebird made a new home, in an Giant sequoia tree, but she never forgot the two legged

monster which had murdered her two chicks before they were born. She knew, in her heart,

they would return.

By Annelise :)

Hope you enjoyed my story, have a good day everyone. :)