// Google Analytics
Cyberkids Home
Kids Connect
Fun & Games
Creative Works
Learning Center
Ad Info
Art Multimedia Music Stories Articles Poetry


One night in February we heard something on top of the roof. Prowling, sneakin' and tryin' to rip shingles off o' the roof. I grabbed me rusty rifle an' cautiously peaked out the window. Nothing. A growl! A hiss! I cautiously motioned to Angie to take Bethany into the bed room. Wolf and Fred were at my side.

I decided to look outside once more then, a huge eye meets mine. A huge paw with four sharp claws swipes against the window, makin' a screechin' sound. A mouth as big as one of our big fat pillows shows itself, blood red, filled with gleaming white teeth as sharp as knives.

As big as a pillow; that's it! I get a pillow, as soon as t' glass is shattered. The mouth reveals itself again - now's my chance! I shove the giant pillow down it's throat, cuttin' off it's air circulation. It died.

I looked around. Wolf an' Fred were gone. My home was gone. All that was there was light. Then a man appears. He has a white beard and is an Indian, but he's a spirit. The spirit of the mountain lion I just killed. He spoke; "It is time for you to go on your vision path, Blue Sky."

A Dream Comes True!!

Light, light was everywhere! My eyes blurred an' I was in a house. Somehow I recognized it. I seemed to vaguely remember. Then it hit me. Seven years before, when I was thirteen. Right before Angie woke me up. Then, this time there was no snake, but it was the same place, I was positive. But, before my dream I had remembered it. Flashbacks came back to me:

A child,
A boy,
A house,
A shack,
This house!
A man,
A father,
My father,
A woman,
My mother,
I was a baby,
My mother was rocking me;
Rockabye Baby
In the treetop,
When the bow breaks,
The cradle will fall,
And down will come baby,
And all .....


  new | adventure | animal | fantasy & magic
folk tales | holidays | mystery | picture stories
realistic | scary | science fiction

Copyright © 1999-2012 Able Minds. Legal Notices. Privacy Policy. Parents.