Post by Scruffy on Oct 21, 2011 14:55:50 GMT -5
JUST A SHORT STORY ABOUT MY CATS. Changed some of the names because they weren't names normal humans have. xD This is set some time over two hundred years ago...Idk. The cats are humans instead of cats and some ages are different, but the same older-younger thing is the same. Some facts may be off, for example, I do not know if this is really what happened to Prince. We've just guessed how he died(or rather, guessed that he died).
Scarlet was a fifty-three year old woman with blond hair and blue eyes. She was short, and she had been her whole life. Three of her children, Harley, Nali, and Flint had already left to start their own lives. Harley was Nali's twin brother and both were thirty-three by now, and Flint was twenty. Like Scarlet, Harley and Nali both had blond hair, but they had brown eyes. Flint had black hair and brown eyes. Their younger brother, Koda, who also had black hair, had died when he was fourteen. If he were still alive, he would probably be seventeen by now. Scarlet was married to Millford, a black haired man with brown eyes.
The only two children Scarlet had in her home now were Floyd, age thirteen and Prince, age ten. Floyd and Prince both had blonde hair and and blue eyes, like their mother, but Prince's hair was much longer then Floyd's. It was well past shoulder length.
Floyd and Prince were inseperatable, they were almost never seen apart. Prince was the action, Floyd was the humor. Prince led him into all kinds of trouble. And at the end of the day, they sat together and watched the sky.
On occassion, Flint came to visit. He did not really talk to anyone except for his father, maybe rarely his mother. He never spoke to Prince or Floyd but gave them a few cold stares. Harley and Nali never came back to Scarlet, but she knew in her heart they were safe.
One day, Prince led Floyd into the woods. "Look, Floyd." Prince pointed to a pheasant in the grass. "Bet you can't catch it."
Floyd took the pocket knife out of his pocket, "I bet I can." The pheasant was unexpecting an attack, and when it turned around it saw what would be it's last glimpse. Floyd and Prince roasted it over a bonfire and ate it.
Floyd put his knife back in his pocket. They walked back to the house, where their parents were waiting.
Several weeks later, Floyd and Prince took a walk down the road. Strangely enough, the usually busy road had no horses trotting to and fro from it today.
"Hey look, Floyd, a pheasant." Prince pointed across the road, then eyed Floyd with a dare in his eyes, "I bet you can't catch it."
"I bet I can." Floyd took out his knife. The pheasant fled back into the shelter of the trees. Floyd heard horse footsteps in the distance, "Wait."
"What do you mean, wait?" Prince hissed, "You're going to let a perfectly good pheasant run from you? I was right, you can't catch it." Prince snatched the knife from Floyd's hand, then took a step onto the road and began to cross.
"Wait!" Floyd yelled. The horse's steps came closer, and Prince turned to the direction. The horse's driver yelled and tried to stop his horse, but the horse ran over the blonde-haired boy.
Floyd screamed, and the horse took off with the driver. "Prince!" He ran back to the house to his parents, "Ma, pa!" He screamed. Scarlet came out of the kitchen and looked at her son.
"Floyd, where is Prince?"
The funeral was held immediately, and Prince was buried on the side of the road. Millford sent a letter to Flint, Harley, and Nali that Prince's life was no more. Scarlet was silent, and stayed more distant from Floyd, who reminded her so much of Prince. Floyd missed his brother, and now had no more friends.
Several years later, Floyd set off to make his living. He waved good-bye to his parents, then looked to the woods with his blue eyes. He could almost hear Prince daring him, "I bet you can't catch it."
Scarlet was a fifty-three year old woman with blond hair and blue eyes. She was short, and she had been her whole life. Three of her children, Harley, Nali, and Flint had already left to start their own lives. Harley was Nali's twin brother and both were thirty-three by now, and Flint was twenty. Like Scarlet, Harley and Nali both had blond hair, but they had brown eyes. Flint had black hair and brown eyes. Their younger brother, Koda, who also had black hair, had died when he was fourteen. If he were still alive, he would probably be seventeen by now. Scarlet was married to Millford, a black haired man with brown eyes.
The only two children Scarlet had in her home now were Floyd, age thirteen and Prince, age ten. Floyd and Prince both had blonde hair and and blue eyes, like their mother, but Prince's hair was much longer then Floyd's. It was well past shoulder length.
Floyd and Prince were inseperatable, they were almost never seen apart. Prince was the action, Floyd was the humor. Prince led him into all kinds of trouble. And at the end of the day, they sat together and watched the sky.
On occassion, Flint came to visit. He did not really talk to anyone except for his father, maybe rarely his mother. He never spoke to Prince or Floyd but gave them a few cold stares. Harley and Nali never came back to Scarlet, but she knew in her heart they were safe.
One day, Prince led Floyd into the woods. "Look, Floyd." Prince pointed to a pheasant in the grass. "Bet you can't catch it."
Floyd took the pocket knife out of his pocket, "I bet I can." The pheasant was unexpecting an attack, and when it turned around it saw what would be it's last glimpse. Floyd and Prince roasted it over a bonfire and ate it.
Floyd put his knife back in his pocket. They walked back to the house, where their parents were waiting.
Several weeks later, Floyd and Prince took a walk down the road. Strangely enough, the usually busy road had no horses trotting to and fro from it today.
"Hey look, Floyd, a pheasant." Prince pointed across the road, then eyed Floyd with a dare in his eyes, "I bet you can't catch it."
"I bet I can." Floyd took out his knife. The pheasant fled back into the shelter of the trees. Floyd heard horse footsteps in the distance, "Wait."
"What do you mean, wait?" Prince hissed, "You're going to let a perfectly good pheasant run from you? I was right, you can't catch it." Prince snatched the knife from Floyd's hand, then took a step onto the road and began to cross.
"Wait!" Floyd yelled. The horse's steps came closer, and Prince turned to the direction. The horse's driver yelled and tried to stop his horse, but the horse ran over the blonde-haired boy.
Floyd screamed, and the horse took off with the driver. "Prince!" He ran back to the house to his parents, "Ma, pa!" He screamed. Scarlet came out of the kitchen and looked at her son.
"Floyd, where is Prince?"
The funeral was held immediately, and Prince was buried on the side of the road. Millford sent a letter to Flint, Harley, and Nali that Prince's life was no more. Scarlet was silent, and stayed more distant from Floyd, who reminded her so much of Prince. Floyd missed his brother, and now had no more friends.
Several years later, Floyd set off to make his living. He waved good-bye to his parents, then looked to the woods with his blue eyes. He could almost hear Prince daring him, "I bet you can't catch it."