LOOK HERE!! NOT THE PROJECT!! It might look like my entry is the art/thumbnail thingy, which could potentially be a second entry I guess, but my real entry is below. The art definitely isn't my best work, but hey, it's better than a blank white screen. BTW I got the images from Google but I combined them with my own creativity.? ANYways, I'm submitting a short story I wrote called The Unique Voice. It's kind of cheesy, but I like it. Okay. Finally getting to the point. Here we go. Chapter one The trampoline creaked as I bounced and did flips. I plopped down, exhausted, when I heard loud tweeting and the sound of shaking branches. A small gray blurr came tumbling from the branches of the tall pine tree on the other side of the yard. As I hurried off the trampoline to see what it was, a thought struck me— not long ago, a mother blue jay made a nest in that tree. The baby blue jay landed with a painful crunch, as I approached slowly. I knelt down to see that it landed on its wing. I looked into its sad little eyes to see that it was in intense amounts of pain. A tear slipped down my cheek as I sat down next to it. As I always do when I’m upset or angry, I started singing to help relieve the pain. Although, the pain has never been quite so literal. “I believe I can fly, I believe I can touch the sky. I think about it every night and day, I spread my wings then fly away.” As I slowly started to stroke the baby blue jay’s gray feathers, careful not to hurt it more, I continued. “I believe I can soar, I see me running through that open door. I believe I can fly. I believe I can fly. I believe I can fly.” As suddenly as it had fallen, the bird stood up. It looked up at me dizzily, but it seemed okay. It nuzzled my leg, and called to its mother as if nothing happened. I stood up, very confused as the mother bird gathered her stray chick. “Did I just heal a bird by singing to it?” I thought aloud. “No, I must be mad. That kind of thing only happens in fairy tales. Unless…” I walked over to a flower and began to sing, “It’s the circle of life, and it moves us all through despair and hope, through faith and love. ’Til we find our place on the path unwinding in the circle, in the circle, in the circle of life.” As soon as I finished, I watched as the flower drooped and turned brown. Before long, the flower was completely shriveled up. A new flower began sprouting, tall and healthy. “I’m not mad! But this is still crazy. Who would believe me if I told them?” Chapter two I walked into the cool, air conditioned kitchen. I sat down in front of the plate of food my mom made me. I was still trying to process what had just happened. “Where’s your book?” my mom asked. I always had a book at my side. But I was lost in thought and didn’t hear her. “Harper?” she asked again. “Huh? Oh, um, I’ll go grab it.” I said and I started to get up. “Oh, no need! It's nice to be able to have a conversation with you for a change.” my mom teased. I finished my food and went to my room. I lay down on my bed. I needed more time to understand and make sure I wasn’t dreaming. I thought back to other times when I sang and unexpected things happened, but weren’t quite as obvious. This includes when I was seven and lost my front teeth. It was December, and before I went to bed, I sang “All I Want for Christmas”. On Christmas morning, my front teeth started coming in. I might as well tell someone. I should also stop singing so often, and pay more attention to what I sing, because I could cause some serious damage, I thought to myself. I need to figure out who to tell, and I have to choose wisely. Suddenly a knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. “Come in,” I say as I sit up. My mom walks in and sits down next to me. “Is there something you need to talk about?” “Yeah.” The room was silent for what felt like hours until my mom said, “Go ahead.” “You sure you want to know?” I ask, uncertain. “Definitely.” “You sure you’ll believe me?” “Absolutely.” I start to describe what happened when I was outside. Mom doesn’t interrupt and listens patiently. She doesn’t make any faces or say that I’m crazy like I thought she would. I continue to explain what I had been thinking about before she walked in until there is nothing left to say. Once again, we’re in complete silence. “You probably think I’m insane, don’t you?” “I don’t.” “Why not?” I ask, confused. “I believe you.” And that's all, folks! It's a bit incomplete, but I might end up adding more before it gets judged. If that's even allowed. I was just too impatient to submit. Who knows? Thanks for looking at my work, have a great day!
