Jack Blossom Creative Writing

Eleanor waited outside on a yellow, rusty swing swinging back and forth thinking that at any moment Park would appear. Running to her. Worried about her. Asking if she’s okay and her saying no I’m not okay.

“Guys stop!” Violet yells. “You're not being very nice!” she goes over and holds her paw out. “Hi i'm Violet and those are Sketch, Feather, Angel, Carmel, and Candy. What's

The gleaming sun forced its way into her vision, it blinded her momentarily. She blinked a few times to focus back on what was in front of her. Clara watched on as her little sister ran around the garden, picking flowers as she hopped along. Isabelle skipped towards Clara, dozens of Corncockles in her hand. The furry green

Letting her spirit flow around and through him, she wrapped him in her embrace. She lay beside him, kissed his face and stroked his dampened hair.

It sent chills down her spine, she turned to look at him only for her scenery to change again. She was now in bed looking down she saw her bare skin in the sheets. She smiled and awaited for the lust filled moments ahead of

“So good, Gwen,” he muttered, as she stroked his scrotum while she worked his shaft with her mouth. “So fucking good…”

From the tips of his ears down to his toes, Blossom's new, little bunny had a coat of soft, fluffy fur. And it wasn't at all like the other cottontails. Theirs was short. And it was gray and brown and white.

Her glass eyes shimmered like bright blue pools of tears. Her once bright olive skin now

He pressed his hips against her, she laid her head against his chest. His fingers traced her collarbone and curled gently around her throat. He leaned down and kissed her below the ear.

She breathed a sigh of relief as she saw what looked like some sort of island in the distance. She floated towards it, and gingerly released her grip on the driftwood, knowing that once she let go it would

She was a flower lovely and graceful untouched by the horror of humanity. Her tiny eyes filled with wonder and lust. Touched by the sun yet kissed by the moon. Just a new born soul holden together by hope and curiosity. Then everything collapsed as her eyes filled with panic. A shout followed by a thrift of silence flooded the halls. She tumbled in fear onto the hard wooden floor, however, she was saved by an army of bears, ducks, bunnies, and all other sorts of creatures. As the army of soldiers comforts her, she begins to get on her feet and slowly stretched out of the door. She reaches for the kitchen grasping for air. The kitchen was in dead silence brought together with an ocean of tears and broken glass covering the floor. Something was just not adding up. Her father lost from this scene nevertheless, you could still see his tracks. Her mother shot her false smiles to assure her everything will be alright. In spite of that, somehow even her mother's beautiful lies can't hide the pessimistic truth.

He then realized he was still moving to the softer tune that no longer exists. He stopped and moved his hands to encased his Little Bird face between them. She opened her eyes, big brown and enticing him to stay with her. He kissed her

“No, it sounded bigger than a rabbit Uariah!” She started to cry and leaned over on Uariah’s shoulder.

Little Red Riding Hood walked through the woods on her way to her grandma, when she spotted some beautiful flowers which made her feel happy. Little Red Riding Hood started to pick the flowers and continuing walking to grandma.

Rosepetal, a pretty dark cream molly, jumped to her feet. “Berrynose, let’s see if we can track down something for Cinderheart,” she called, trotting towards the forest. “I’m sure Purdy would appreciate a juicy mouse as well.”