La Petite Chanson

  Even Though I always had kept a gas mask lock away in my closet in case of emergencies, I never really thought I would actually have to use it. When My mom died, Me, My brother Dillen, my dog Sunny, and my dad, all moved to the small city of Lakewood. It was a pretty ordinary city with pretty ordinary people. Sometimes I wished that something, anything would happen. But now I wish I hadn't. Dun, dun, DUN! OOoooOh, Cliffhanger! Pretty nice, huh? I know, it's random. But I think it's a pretty good start, wouldn't you say so? -Whimsical Writer

The dog barks; The poor lab growled and yelped in anger and frustration, all his hatred for cats bubbled up inside of him and exploded out in a raging ball of fury. I wrote;  I sat down at my desk with a pen in my hand and poured out all my emotions and feelings, hopes and dreams, loves and hates.] I want it; I lust for the one thing that will truly make me happy, a gap in my heart will be filled, and my life will be made of joy and love if you give me what I unshakably am longing for. I drank; I quenched myself with such succulent, luscious, rich, flavorsome liquid I never thirst again. I worked; I labored myself intensely at my desk, writing for what seemed hours, counting, checking, over and over, from sunrise to sunset I toiled away making profits. -Whimsical Writer