Sarah's Creative Corner

     Maria had always been lonely. Her mother always worked, her babysitter sat on the couch watching tv or sleeping. She never went to school before, she was too young. For all of the almost six years of her life, she had always been lonely, it was part of her life. Her hair was like her mom's, brown with honey streaks. Her eyes were green, unlike the sky blue ones her mother had. She wore a purple tee shirt and blue shorts all the time, the only clothes her mother cloud afford. She had exactly four pairs of socks, all of them dirty. Her pajamas had seen better days, a simple nightgown that was pink with a picture of a dog on the front. Every week, Maria would ask for a puppy before her mom went out to work. Every week Maria's mom said, "No, honey, we just don't have the money. You know that."      This week, Maria asked the morning of her birthday. Maria got the usual answer. Maria didn't get wished happy birthday from her baby sitter...

     A wolf as white as snow and ruby eyes stood on a cliff overlooking a valley. Save for blinking, it appeared scarcely to move. The wind rippled its fur, making it an ocean of frothy water mirroring the moonlight shining from the sky. For many minutes the wolf stood, staring out at some unknown point. A strange scent clung to the breeze, like the smell of an animal just before it takes ill. The smell of illness smashed the nose of any living thing, animal or plant, and yet the wolf made no movement, didn't waver once. The moon inched across the sky, the stars creeping along with it, but the wolf persisted, as well as the stench.      The wolf looked at a singular point, a black spot that appeared to float just below the horizon. As long as the wolf stared, the dot didn't move. The moon climbed to its peak, hovering there for many long moments. Then, as on a timer, it began its slow decent. Now and then the wolf would twitch its tail or sigh to...

      The thunder crashed and rain poured down by the gallon. Lightning flashed, sending light through the windows of a house, and upon a small girl's figure huddled on the floor underneath a table. In her arms she clutched a stuffed dog, it's tiny bell on the collar tinkling with every terrified shudder that coursed through the girl. She looked up from her fort across the room into the hall at the door to her mother's room.      Slowly, the girl inched toward the door. The dog's bell jingled with each movement the girl made and sounded merry despite the storm. The room flooded with light once again and thunder boomed in its threatening with its booming voice. The girl's scream pierced through the air and she hugged the dog to her chest, it's bell clanging loudly.      Once the girl gathered her courage, she inched forward once more. She stretched her hand up as far as her arm could go. Her fingers brushed the knob of t...

Flying free in beautiful colors on silken wings in breezes warm on summer's light in joyful bunches on glowing flowers in earthy soils during summer months.