His name is Tyson. He is strong. He is big. He is smart. He is mine. With his spotted fur and his rough feeling nose, made me the happiest little boy. I was smaller than him, but he still jumped on me, gently and soft. When the day was as hot as an oven, he panted, but I thought he was smiling. When the night was cold like snow, he laid on my feet and I thought he just needed me. Eyes as big as New York and brown as chocolate. I could look through them all day. But I have to leave and can't see your joyful face anymore. Only twice a year you're mine again. And then the phone rang, and I just knew. The call that made me cry a thousand rivers. I never got to say goodbye. I never got to tell you how much I love you even though you can't speak back, but I knew you could understand me. I can still remember patting your big broad chest. And laughing at you shaking that little nub acting like it was a long pretty tail like the other dogs. I think about you everyday. I can still hear your bark. I can still hear your cute little sneezes. I can't accept the fact that dogs don't go to heaven, I know you have a soul and that you do.
It's hot and humid. Everyone seems to know each other. White is the dominant color and doesn't give anyone else a chance. Christianity comes first. And you never ever like anyone different. It was a small green and beige house with a ton of land and a handmade treehouse. A cane forest in the back, with spiders and snakes. Food is important but it needs to be heavy and delicious. I didn't have friends or even a life. It was about church and praying; I am honesty happy I am out of the south. Too much hatred and closed minded people. I still have to go for Christmas, which is fine because I love being with my family, especially around the holidays. But I was a little confused boy who moved from place to place to place all the time. But now I'm settled and happy, in the Big Apple. Where people are praised for being different and love is spread all the time and life is filled with acceptance and love.
Once upon a time there were two very charming handsome princes. They live in a very large glamorous castle with many servants. Their parents who were the king and queen were the most beloved royals of the century. The princes have now passed the age of eighteen and were looking for marriage. Although both the princes were all that, the eldest prince was slightly better. Better at sport, smarter, better with girls. And each time the eldest price accomplished something; it made the younger prince angrier, and made him strive to be the best. One day at a ball, there was a beautiful princess from another kingdom. Both the brothers tried impressing her but she ignored them. The brothers were confused. They had never been rejected before. The youngest prince came up with a plan to win her over. He was going to sing for her. Even though the eldest brother was better at everything else, the youngest brother had the most beautiful voice of the entire kingdom. As he sang the princess started to fall in love with him. When the ball was finished she promised him that she would be his forever. One night after the prince and princess had an argument, he couldn’t find the princess for hours. He looked all throughout the castle and sent his servants through the town to try and find her. Then he realized he hadn’t checked his brother’s room. He opened the door and couldn’t believe what he just saw. The princess was cheating on him with his brother. He fought the brother and tried punching him and doing everything in his power but he wasn’t strong enough. Then he saw that the window was open. He pushed his brother out the window and he fell 40 stories into the middle of town. He had just killed his brother over a girl.
To be continued…