Ok, this is a real free write. Because I haven’t posted one in a while, I will debrief on what a free write is.
A free write is a writing where the author sits down and writes whatever crazy things come into their mind.
The one turned out to be a story, but I will put it under free write:
A cat ran fast and strong to escape the laughing child that chased it. Her mother called her into the house and the cat hide under the deck. Her green eyes searched the big green yard for more danger. She could feel the child’s footsteps entering the house above her. The cat moved slowly, leaving the deck, seeing a tall patch of dewy grass. She slid smoothly through it, barley making an imprint. She stalked the ground, searching for something to eat. She see saw a squirrel gathering acorns beneath the oak tree. The cat crouched, her eyes not leaving the squirrel who had not seen her. The cat moved closer and closer, watching the squirrel’s every move. Suddenly the squirrel seemed to sense he cat’s presence, and bolted. The cat races after it, her footsteps so quiet, the squirrel is not sure if she is still following it. The squirrel jumps, and lands on the side of an oak tree. Scrambling up it. The cat runs and leaps onto a branch. Leaping from branch to branch the cat chases the squirrel up the tree as fast as she can keep up. The squirrel gets to the top and laughs at the cat who has made it to the branch below her. It is evening, and the squirrel leaps one more time, spreads it’s wings and flies to the next tree. The cat climbed up to the top of the tree, astounded. Then, she felt a drop of rain. Her claws moved deeper into the tree as the rain began to fall harder. The cat meowed and meowed as she looked at the ground and saw how very far away it was. She felt the tree begin to move. Her fear became stronger as her wet fur began to weight her down. The cold bit at her pink nose, and she cried and cried, scared, cold, and afraid. The tree was moving more and more, she didn’t know if she could hold on any longer, when suddenly, a warm grasp held her small body, and she was placed in a warn jacket pocket. Slowly she felt herself moving down the tree. She shivered but curled close to the chest of the man who’s pocket she was in. She felt a thump, and a hand pull her out. The cat was handed to the little girl who had chased her. The little girl held her tenderly, and brought her inside.
The cat was safe at last.
