One thing they both have seen me spend innumerable hours doing is the craft of writing. I’ve gotten them illustory kits so they can write and illustrate their own stories. Anthony has moved on to other things, but Alyssa likes to spend time writing stories. They both played with the quiet-riter when I brought it home, but Alyssa wanted to write a story. She knows I write a lot of something called ‘flash fiction,’ and wanted to try her hand at it.
After some discussion, we decided she would try to write a 100-word story. First she would write it in a notebook. Then, I would circle misspelled words for her to correct. Finally, she could bang it out on the quiet-riter.
Green is all I see.
Well, not just green, but many greens.
Crooked, twisted vines and branches move on their own.
“It’s just the wind,” I whisper to myself.
I hear lots of strange noises that I haven’t heard before, but I guess that’s what a jungle sounds like.
Suddenly, I hear a loud noise.
My heart races. I even jumped a little. I grabbed my tail and leapt to the nearest branch. I climbed as high as I could. I screamed, but my voice was lost to the sounds around me.
I knew I was safe.