Short Story: The Takeover

One day, Corpus Christi, Texas in 2017, a young girl named Macie was going home from taking a walk down South Padre Island. Her dad Ej was at work just coming home.

I sat on the plush red chair, staring at the sleek wooden instrument sitting on its stand. It had been months since I’d last touched my cello. I hadn’t so much as looked at it since the day of my last lesson. After so long, who would have thought it all would come to an end.

“Oh, look at that! You woke Amilluxe. I can’t even do that.” I placed the silk case on the marble floor, colored by the sun’s reflection on the large stained glass mural at the back of the structure, opening it up very carefully. In the bed of black wool, lay a white viola, with a white bow to match. I grabbed the neck of the instrument

“What you want of a dead mouse, anyways?” “I could pet it with my thumb while we walked along,’ said Lennie.” (Pg.6)

"Hey umm," the voice had startled Nadia from her mindless dancing and rapping. She turns down the music facing the voice.

“Hey, Jonathan, I heard some weird noises, like rustling and footsteps today, any idea what it might have been.” I asked.

I closed my eyes. Everything went black. Like a mole, my fingers sniffed about and found the beginning. The stir of the audience quieted as the music began to swirl from the piano, strengthening and coiling into vibrant loops. It came to me, full, warm, and green.

Despereaux was different from other mice. He was a tiny mouse, the only of his litter, and had over-sized ears. His eyes were open almost immediately when he was born. His parent and siblings all stayed away from him. When Despereaux got older, he didn’t scurry like the other mice, and instead of eating books, he secretly read them! One day, when Despereaux was reading his favorite fairy tale, he heard music. He followed the sound and found the king playing his guitar for the princess. Despereaux

"I would need some cash first, grandpa.", trying my best to put a smile on my place.

“How are you going to pay for the plane ride, or a place to stay,” his dad asked?

“Nothing much, I only wanted to return this,” Matthew held out Arthur’s sketchbook. “You left it at my place.”

"Yes, my sweetheart," I had told it, " Tonight you shall kill that swine of a man, Mister Edward Hewitt of thirteen Lenbrooke Crescent. I'm afraid that he has been on my trail since the beginning, however, by the time the sun dawns on a new day, no-one will ever know of poor, unfortunate Mister Hewitt's suspicions, whether they be true or false."

There was one puppy however who was the oldest out of the bunch, his name was buster, he thought that thought doing this would create mayhem on the farm. When he was alone with his brothers and sisters, he tried to talk them out of doing it and instead try to escape the room which they were in, but they were too small to reach the door handle, even if they were able to reach it, it would have been hard for them to use it when they didn’t have hands. They were trapped and they couldn’t

Once upon a time, in a small clearing in the woods, there lived a mouse. This mouse lived modestly with his wife and his two little tiny baby mice in a small cottage. Inside the cottage was a cozy living room with a warm hearth, and 2 small bedrooms that were painted the color of yellow dandelions on a ripe summer day. They all lived together in that tiny round house, and the two tiny mice would often go out and play in the babbling brook a little while into the woods. There was Papa mouse, who was tall and limber, and as clever as they come. Then there was Mama mouse, short and stout, who had the best jokes in half the animal kingdom and kept the family entertained for days. Lastly, there was Little Timmy and Alice. They played all day long,

"Yea, yea okay. What is it?" Rustling sounded from the phone, leaving Jaxon to assume Cain had moved.