i can only write one story?
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. . .

T_T

yes its a vampire bat

i wanted to do one on zebras and mountan lions. . .

I LOVE ANIMALS!!!!

T_T

I bask in the sun near the beach, the water is so warm in hawaii its a perfect place for an animal for me to be.
I lay on my back thinking about how some say I look like dogs from the sea. . . I start to roll around in the sand doing my "arf/growl" noise

I love to lay here. . . tourists taking pictures the sound of the minah birds at sunset

I never want to leave. . .


OKAY GUESS WHAT I AM!

No no! you can write as many stories as you want. but one page two how you posted one story, then made another post about an upcoming story, then posted the next story, with no one else's posts inbetween? you shouldn't do that, compress them

i break away from the pack moving swiftly across the ice. . . you can never tell day time to night in this artic place. . . but i keep a pace trying to catch the bird.

I do a swift leap and snap its neck. The bird died painlessely and now it must be torn apat and eaten. I must give food first to the clan, then myself. . .

I go to catch another animal. . . a small seal will do just right for the mothers. . .

i hop on the ice delicatley trying to sneak up on the prey. . . i do a hunters crouch putting all the weight on my back paws so i can creep forward. . .

i make a leap letting out a feirce growl and insightfully kill the seal.

what am I?

Are you a snow lepored??

period piece

The cold stable suffocates me in the familiar manner, but I am resigned. No longer do I look up hopfully when my master comes to my stable, no longer do I dream of returning to the green pastures of my birth, no longer is my head held high.

The rough hands lead me out of the stall and harness me to the cab. The bit placed roughly in my mouth fills my sences with the sharp tang of metal. My master quickly mounts the cab and with whip in hand he urges me out onto the cobbled streets.

The day consists of trotting up and down the narrow, dank streets of london while my master applies his whip. The worst is waiting on the frozen streets as my legs turn numb and my bones to ice. A light snow fall soften the city but I barly notice. My head is down my neck straining as I try to pul the resistant cab up the slope. My knees finnally give out and I crash to the ground.

I hear startled shouts but Im too tired to care. Sombody unstrapps me and leads my to the side of the road. I wait warily as the swear on my flanks turns to ice. Finnaly my master takes my brildal and leads me home where I colapse in a tired heap.

I hear voices outside, soon I'll be moved to new home.


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Well not my best but tell me what you think

youre a stable horse?
or oxen?

yes Im a snow leapord. . . can u quess the 1 b4 that tho?

ummm first thought was a tropical fish...
but they don't bark, well not any that I know about
and then a walrus came to mind with the barking but Hawii??
I have no idea.

lmao

have you ever heard obout monk seals?
theyre amazing animals... they are sooo adorable too!

thats for guessing tho

okay great stories and all...BElls?
Please try to use second person if you can. That was kind of the point of this assignment...to practice with other POVs.

Hmm...okie, I've got one. You're a tiger in a zoo.

The first light finally comes, but you are awake long before that, staring through the iron bars of your caged in existance. Soon after the sun shows itself, the humans come. Not the human witht he flashing boxes and pointing fingers, but the ones with your breakfast and toys. They lead you out into a bigger area and you pad at a giant ball hanging form a rope with your paws. A female human in a green shirt comes over to you, and you know this is Mira, your favorite playmate. Mira gives you your breakfast of cool water and meats, the tang of vitamins and minerals in the water sticks on your tongue. A low breeze ruffles your fur, and Mira calls your name, pointing to the giant ball that is suspended in the air. This is your time to run around and be active, then you will rest until the crowds come. Your muscles tighten and you slink into a low crouch, a playful growl escaping your lips as you jump up and bat the ball around in cricles. mira has to leave soon after, and you walk over to a shady spot by the small water pool to rest. The remainder of the day flies by, the humans with flashing boxes come and stand next to your gate, smiling and laughing, not playing with you like Mira does. At one point you jump up next to the glass on the far side of your pen and stare at the humans, wondering if they will play like Mira does if you come closer to them. They do not. All they proceed to do is crowd around the glass with the flashing boxes they all seem to own, even the tinier humans. You stalk through the trees and relax, sometimes drifing over to the pool for some more cool water. Mira comes in again later and plays with you, then she leaves for the pen next door. The humans move on, then come back, never the same one twice. As the sun goes down more green-shirted humans wave the others away, and Mira plays with you one last time before you go to sleep. The last thing you hear is the sound of the crickets and cicadas in the night, and the low breathing of the animals surrounding you.

Hahah. That was long. Anyways

I don't think i'm as good as a writer as y'all, but i'm gunna take a stab at this. I'm just gunna tell y'all what i'm writing from. My cat, Smudge.

It was 5:50 AM and the calico stretched, her claws sinking into the plush carpet. It was still dark out, but that didn't matter to Smudge. She was hungry. Mewing, she jumped up onto the bed of her owner, beginning to purr. But the owner didn't get up. She never did. Again, Smudge meowed. Still no response. It looked like Smudge would have to resort to the worst. She began to yowl and hopped onto the owner's back.
The owner mumbled some kind of gibberish and rolled over, going back to sleep. Huffing, Smudge jumped off the bed and walked out of the room. The morning was quiet except for the soft patting of kitten paws as she trudged down the hall.

Sorry it's not the long. Hope you guys liked it!

Great! Gp, nice job with the second person and all. Amazing.
Other people who are new to the assignment, please, please, PLEASE use second person. I know i am being redundant and all, but that's what this exercise was for. just letting you know...

You wake up, you yawn, you stretch...and then you get out of your bed. This is how you start every morning. But something is different...you can't quite place it. You push the thought to the back of your mind and walk around the house, in search of the kitten you're in charge of. But when you get downstairs you realise that you won't see that kitten ever again. Because everything is gone. Everything. Not one tiny, miniscule sign that anyone ever lived in this house can be found. Your heart starts beating faster and you turn your head waiting, waiting for Katie to walk into the room and...and...just hold you. But you know that that won't happen, because they left you behind. And now you are alone.

Sorry, I know it's a bit short...but...yeah.

Izzy, that was good and don't worry.

Now here's mine: (don't laugh or anything)



The sharp claws of a handsome grey mountain wolf dug into the soft plush earth of the lush green forest. The only sound was the deadly claws tearing through the dirt, pushing the wolf faster through the undergrowth. His determined golden eyes focused intensely on one spot: ahead. Anywhere, anywhere at all...except behind.

His ears swerved towards the abrupt sound of pursuit and he growled in frustration as he pushed himself faster still. His burning topaz eyes suddenly flashed as he found an escape route right behind a tree. He saw the icy mountains. His home.

The idea of being back in his home, being back with the snow, being back with his family...was over powering. He agilely dodged the wide snapping jaws from behind him and leaped towards the hole. His already racing heart beat quicker still and he howled as he soared through the air...and crashed into soft feather snow.

He was back home and safe. He sighed...


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I think that was a bit long but...oh well...I can't write short stuff...

*twitches eye*
stop showing me up