The Clock Player: Chapter One.Chapter One---It was Clock Player day. The day they choose the next piano player to make the clock move.It was the one day of the entire century that time stops in the town of Irule. The previous Player comes out of the tower, all old and pale, his long fingers callused and bony. The clothes he wears hang loosely on his thin frame, and his stiff joints pop with every step. His voice is croaky when he speaks, for he has seldom had to use it. He hasn't spoken to anyone but the King in 67 years, and I can only guess how often the King speaks to him. Most people who knew him before he became Player have died or are too frail to walk about.
RedRed is the blood of life flowing through veins;Red is the petals of a lover’s rose.Red is the stripes looping ‘round candy canes;Red is the polish painted on my toes.Red is the crab apple eaten by deer;Red is the velvet of Christmas stockings.Red is the lantern welcoming new year;Red is the plumage of cardinal wings.Red is the blossoms waving from the tree;Red is the brick wall protecting my home.Red is the sunrise saluting the sea;Red is the faded ink on the worn tome.Red is the color of life, love, and war,And yet red symbolizes so much more.
True Fox ~ Fourth ChapterThe sky was dyed a clear blue, white clouds glided across gently as the sun endow the earth with sunlight, life, and nutrients to all under its powerful influence. On the ground soaking in the sun was a family of red foxes: a mother, a father, and four kits playing all about the grass. They would mischievously bite and tackle each other and hop on top of one another in their little games, enjoying themselves under the watchful eye of the sun and the amber glances from their parents. Across this pasture was only fun, peace and the sound of playful yelps leaping across the air. This was where Red grew up. This was Red’s true home.Only a
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