Stone of Jade

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~ 17 she/her ~
Aspiring writer and artist. Completely awestruck by night skies. Apart of many, many fandoms ;) Reader, journaler, collector.
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I swear...those squeaky balls are like land mines.

squeaky toy

March 18, 2021

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9
the house is quiet
my dog is cuddled in a blanket on my bed. 

I get up slowly, so as not to wake him.
mission accomplished, I go to the kitchen to grab a banana. 

Not looking where I am going, I trip over the dog's ball. 
As my foot steps on it, I realize. 
It's the squeaky toy

A soft wheeze escapes the toy as my full weight makes contact. 
I freeze.
If I take my foot off the ball, it will make a louder squeak. 

Slowly, I lift my foot, hoping for the noise to go unnoticed.
it doesn't

I hear a soft shake from the other room,
the rattle of collar tags and the patter of four little paws. 

the dog, who was cuddly not three seconds ago now stares at me,
wide awake and ready to play. 
 
so much for quiet mornings

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9 Comments
  • Written_In_Water

    Haha - so much for quiet mornings


    about 2 months ago
  • Just_A_Memory

    She sat at the edge of the water, waves brushing her toe-tips. Beside her was a stack of rocks she'd been skipping, their flat, slate-like textures perfect for the job. Her white dress pooled around her, light hair cascading down her back. She picked up one of the rocks, inspecting it closely. The sides of it had been worn over time, but there was still a faint imprint. Running her fingers along the edge, she whispered the numbers and letters she felt.
    https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/225388/version/475528
    She had carved the link into the side of the rock. It was part of her life's work. Something she held dear to her. Maybe someone would find it one day. Perhaps not. All she knew, was that she hoped someone would share the journey with her. Standing, she tossed the rock as far as she could. She couldn't even hear the soft *plop* it made as it hit the surface of the water. She waited until the rippled stopped and then turned, walking back down the path she'd come from, the only sound the rustling of the poplars.


    6 months ago
  • Nyla

    Awww, I love this!! It's so simple and sweet- I love how you describe everything so vividly and haha.. for some reason it almost feels like I'm reading a horror story because of the way you wrote it like "it doesn't". And you perfectly described that contemplation between waiting or moving! Amazing!


    6 months ago
  • Rohan’s Defender (Semi-Active)

    I feel you... my dog doesn’t like me to sleep! XD


    6 months ago
  • (sk)eyesofocher

    ARGGG I FEEL THE STRUGGLE


    6 months ago
  • Anne Blackwood

    Awww so cuteee! I love the pacing of this.


    6 months ago
  • nolongeractive

    Re: Omg thank you so so so much, that means everything to me!


    6 months ago
  • Just_A_Memory

    Ha! Mornings can never be quiet don't you know xD In my case, it's brothers who don't know what closing a door quietly or not stomping down the stairs is smh. This is a really good piece! <3


    6 months ago
  • Alias 3

    Aww this was cute to read!


    6 months ago