A day at the zoo

My cousin and I went the zoo a few weeks ago.. we got to pet all kinds of lizards, talk to some birds, and even found a huge tortoise..

this is going to be a short blog only because I don't really feel creative today.. sorry guys.

The Creature

Once there was a strange zoo. No it wasn’t magical; no unicorns, no dragons, no werewolves, no vampires. It wasn’t the creatures that were strange; they were regular animals that one might expect to see there. Monkeys. Lions. Bears. No there was nothing unusual about the appearance of the creatures themselves, but their behaviors were a different story.

It was the animals’ behaviors that made this zoo strange. One instance stands out in all of the zookeepers’ minds; the day that the half monkey-half cockatoo was born.

This combination should never have been. Two different species, both seemingly male, made an offspring; an offspring that shocked anyone who has ever seen it. He had the head of a monkey, wings of a cockatoo, and a really freaky tail.

“What an odd creature,” the visitors would say.

“He’s the oddest creature we have ever had.”

“He most certainly is,” the visitors would respond, walking away to the next exhibit, shaking their heads.

They named the creature Jay.

© 2011 Natalie Davis

A flash fiction piece

Here is a rough draft of my flash fiction piece that I wrote for school. Hope y'all enjoy!

Pure Gibberish

                Clare Franklin sat back in her arm chair. Blue haired, bitter, old woman who never wore her heart on her sleeve; such gestures were deemed stupid and pointless.

                “Mom?” Clare’s daughter called from the kitchen. “Would you like a glass of lemonade?”

                “No.”

                “Are you sure?”

                “Yes.” Clare’s tone was harsh; she had always resented people. Her husband, who had long since died, her children, her children’s children, people she didn’t know; she hated them all. The doctor had diagnosed her with social anxiety disorder when she was only 10 years old.

                Clare’s oldest daughter, Maggie, appeared in the kitchen door way, carrying a glass of lemonade; she was wearing a light blue maternity dress, her big tummy showing slightly under the waves of blue fabric.  She sat down on the couch opposite of where Clare sat.

                “So how are you, mom?” Maggie asked, trying to fake a smile. Clare said nothing. She had forgotten that Maggie was expecting her third baby in May.

                Clare didn’t know what to say. Her chest was starting to tighten, hands starting to tremble;  her head becoming foggy, as if she was going to faint.  And then she heard the noise.

                “What was that?” she asked Maggie.

                “What was what?”

                “That noise.”

                “What noise?” 

Clare put her finger to her mouth.  “Listen. Don’t you hear that?”

 “Hear what, mom?” Maggie shook her head. “Mom, where are you going?”

Clare started slowly up the steps to the second floor of the house, with Maggie following her. When they reached the second floor, Clare screamed.

“A squirrel! There’s a squirrel in my house!”

Maggie looked around but didn’t see a thing. “What squirrel?”

“Right there, running into the bedroom,” Clare started towards the bedroom door.

“Mom, wait.” Maggie grabbed at her mother’s arm, but Clare pulled away.

“Leave me be! I am going to kill that mother fucking squirrel.” Clare walked into the bedroom; the squirrel was nowhere to be seen.

“Mom, I don’t really think that there’s a squirrel in here,” Maggie said, following her mother into the bedroom.

“There is a squirrel in here and when I catch it, I am going to kill it.” Clare bent over on the floor to look for the squirrel; it wasn’t there. She opened the closet; the squirrel wasn’t there either. “Come out here, you mother fucking squirrel.”

“Mom. There are no squirrels in your house,” Maggie said in a reasoning tone that she would use with her kids.

“Damn right they are.” Clare said opening a dresser drawer; again there was no squirrel.

Right then, she felt it in her hair. “It’s in my hair! It’s in my hair!”

“There’s nothing in your hair,” Maggie said.

Clare screamed and ran around, trying to the squirrel out of her hair. “Get it out! Get it out!” As she screamed, she spit out her dentures.

“Mom, calm down. There’s no squirrel in your hair.”

Clare continued to scream, long after ambulance came to take her away to the hospital, where she still screams to this day.  

© 2011 Natalie Davis

another one..

This is something else I've wrote lately..

“The Fire”

Breathing slowly the fire subsides

                Enough to where I can breathe again

I suck in a breath, letting it fill me up

                Making me feel whole again

                Making me feel alive

But it’s short lived

The fire eventually returns

                Sucking the life out of me

                Making it hard to breathe

I try to find him

                His cool embrace

But I can’t feel anything but the fire

I hope he isn’t being engulfed by

                The flames

I hope he’s safe, away from the fire

again it's been a while

I know, I haven't kept up with this. Here's one of the poems I've written recently.

“The Angel”

He has to be an angel

I’m almost certain

Though I’m sure he doesn’t 

Feel the same way

About himself

He doesn’t see the beauty

Inside himself that

We all see

He’s blind to his own

Unique perfection

To whom he truly is on the inside

A sweet, beautiful angel