Tuesday, Sept. 25th, 07

[Lady Hammer]

Today's Journal Prompt IS:


Pick an animal that you know a lot about. Now, in 2nd person, write from the POV of that animal (so when we read, we get to be the animal!).

Example:

At last, she walks into the room - your pet human. She lounges lazily on the couch, so being that you haven't seen her all day, you leap onto her stomach and begin to purr right away. You demand attention.



See? It can be as long or as short as you want it, but please make it at LEAST a paragraph.

[Pyre]

I know so much about dogs... I s'pose I'll write from the point of view of a tiny Lab pup (:

[Pyre]

It began as your few days have always began. That screechy monster with the steady red eyes on your human's bedside table jump starts your day with a loud, horrid scream. Growling slightly, you decide - as you always do - to wake up your human. After all, now that you're awake, it's time to play!
Jumping onto his messy bed, you first nibble on his ear. The slightly musty smell of pizza rushes to greet you. Your human boy- many call him 'Joey'- groans and turns over. That doesn't bother you; your muscled body tenses and jumps onto the other side of the boy. The salty taste of skin enters your body as you begin to lick his nose.
Finally, Joey simply swats at you. "Get away, Napolean," Joey mumbles.
His swat is much more powerful then you estimated. You do a messy somersault backwards and land on your rear end. However, nothing is hurt except your ego. And even that will heal... eventually

[Cira]

This is a good chance for me to practice second person...which my teacher would kill me for putting into my essays. (no "you"s, "your"s, or even "our"s)

You awaken slowly and begin to warm up your vocal cords for choir practice. Soon you hear the others chiming in. The humans say birdsong is unorganized, but you know better. Under the uplifting lilts of the soloist lie the deep resonating beats of your backup, and somewhere the mocking bird shows off, adding his favorite sound effects. Singing louder, and cocking your ears, you can still hear the gossip of the audience. Just as your friends reach the finale, the weather warms and the sun climbs higher. The group finishes slowly, and the gossip trails off. You are the last singing, celebrating the spring, and the longer rehearsals to come.