Woundwort Short Stories

“I smell the blood of an English man, be he alive, or be he dead I’ll have his bones to grind on my bread!” Jack was frightened by this and began running with the goose as fast as he could. "Stop theif!" the giant yelled as he began to run after Jack. Jake ran as fast as he could to the beanstalk. Once he reached it he climbed down as fast as he could.then he looked up and saw the giant starting down the beanstalk. "Stop that's my goose!" The giant yelled.

His two companions asked what he meant. He explained that this was to be the new name of the kitten for its connection with them, and they agreed with him.

Walter is stunned at what he sees right before his own eyes. “I thought for sure I had seen a lump in the middle of my rug. What in the world is going on how, did those scratch marks get there if there is nothing under my rug?”, asked Walter. A little unnerved and not to mention confused he kept trying to come up with an explanation for the ten scratches. Covering back up the scratches and literally pushing them under the rug he moves onto continuing the search for his cat. Walter had started to run frantic around his house, moving every piece of furniture he owned and looking under every blanket, but Whiskers was nowhere to be seen. Letting a few days pass praying Whiskers would eventually show up, Walter did everything he could to get her back. Ever since the rug incident Walter had felt uneasy in his own house he had lived in for over thirty years. He thought for sure he had seen ten more scratches appear on either the wall, the table, or the door. Convincing himself he had just seen something that night and there wasn't anything under the rug he had gone two weeks without thinking

“The untamed animals inside us” “The panther” written by Rainer Maria Rilke is a story about the entrapment of a panther. Inside his cage readers are easily brought to imagine how easy it is to relate their very own life and circumstances to the in particular panther who resides there. Rainer structures this poem with only three stanzas making it an easy read for everyone. It is wonderfully descriptive in a very unique way. Once in a while you read something great that bypasses the brain and goes straight into the heart and soul.

She put that thought aside and said, "Wuya." with a look of disgust at the end.

As she gets closer, the cat gets up and starts walking towards her, as she bends down to pet it it speaks to her and asks her to follow it. She doesn’t know how to react at first she is shocked. She doesn’t know if she should follow it or not. She picks up the cat and goes in the woods. Can the cat be trusted? Why wasn’t anybody else reacting to a talking cat? Is she the only one who can understand it? Or hear it? The cat soon answers her questions. ‘Yes you are the only one who can hear me I am inside your head. We are talking telepathically.’ ‘Yes you can trust me and put me down and follow me.’ ‘ So you’re not confused at our destination everybody can understand each

“I wonder about that. Did you really plan all that to kill the remaining SHSL Despairs? Or perhaps…maybe you did want us to live, even a little.”

The first howls rang through the prairie at midnight. The night was unbearably bleak, but it was better here than up North. Before, we would barely catch a scrap of dead rabbit if we were successful. Sometimes, we even had to resort to gnawing the bark off of trees just to stop the aching hunger pains for one second. A light flickered wearily through the blizzard, emanating from a small house in the distance. This was our chance.

In the world of baking appoints two out of many great leaders by the names of Gaston Lenotre (age 88) and Lionel Poilane (age 57). Chef Lenotre and Chef Poilane like many others were born into a family of Chefs. Although they were apart of great new methods of pastry cooking, it is also understood that a team of other professional cooks/chefs helped to make dreams of these two chefs come true. These were indeed two true legends that helped shape the life of pastry then and now. As the research goes on the interesting points of these men will be revealed (in a good way). The ages mentioned prior to, are the ages that they had lived to see and within that time frame were able to open the eyes of upcoming pastry professionals, also even to their

"Hey Biggles." Scrathing under the tabby's chin, Todd smiled, then patted his knee, and allowed the cat to land in his lap. ""Do you know you you're the only living creature I've ever kissed with affection?" He looked down to meet the cat's eyes, and shook his head. "And you're not a damn

For a moment he sat on the stair, almost red eyes locked on mine, and then he stood, tail lifting as he turned his back to me and almost pranced up the stairs. “Yes, Lord Lucius.” He replied just before his ink black fur dissolved into the shadow at the top of the stairs, and the cat was no more.

“I guess you really want your revenge,” I chuckled. (Did the man just offer my little princess to receive the Twelfth Level Matrimonial Top Listing?) “However, don’t you think it would look strange, even for an Eighth Level, to know how to deal with these people?”

“I have to get moving cat.” I didn’t think she could hear me, because hello, she’s a cat. I push her off and she meows at me. “I’m sorry I have to get ready.” So she jumps of my bed and goes out to the living room.

"So, my lady, are there any bad men you need your kitten to take out for you?" Chat wooed, as Ladybug replied with a groan.

"I know, but, like, are there... enemies of the Assassins?" I only asked because my Instinct had already answered my question. I just wanted him to clarify it, and he knew that.