Writing Prompt, and an apology

Hey everyone!

I am so sorry for not posting recently- I am in the midst of exam panic and have just not had time to write anything publishable. I’m sorry! If you’ll take it, I have a writing prompt for you guys- post what you write!

What is the last rule you broke, and what happened?

I’m thinking about writing about the time I tried to cook while at home alone… this is a really funny story about how I burned myself, almost killed my sister, and almost burned down the house. Oh, and then I got food poisoning for not making my lunch properly. Yeah, that was fun.

Anyway, have fun, and I’ll see you in about 2 weeks!

Petitechatte xox


Eight Million Minutes

Dear Eric,

I have eight million minutes to live. Eight million. So I decided it’s time to take a minute to tell you how I feel.

I know this is corny. I know that I probably won’t even send this to you. I know all this, but eight million minutes is nothing, and I can’t bear the idea of regretting for the rest of myself not taking this one minute to tell you.

You’ve made me a better person. Every day, I thank the Big Guy above for bringing you into my life. You made me realize that I’m not a loser, that I deserve happiness. You made me realize that my broken family is just that- it’s broken, but it’s not my fault. For that, I am forever indebted to you. I cannot describe how grateful I am that you entered my life.

Do you remember the first time we met? It was at the cafe, remember? You asked me what I wanted, but I didn’t hear you- I was reading Tolstoy, and completely zoned out. You tried to impress me with your knowledge of the classics. You were wrong, but that was ok- I had already fallen in love. But the truth is, I already knew you. I’m sure you don’t remember, but there was that day in July, last year. I was at the beach, you were lifeguarding. I was in my little polka dot bikini, but I didn’t want to take of my clothes… I was insecure, and though you didn’t know it, I didn’t want anyone to see the bruises. But then you called out from your seat, high above us. You told me I looked fabulous, and that anyone whose face looked like an angel’s definitely could rock a bikini. Later, you even used that cheesy line on me- the one where you asked if it hurt when I fell from heaven. I bet you never even thought of me after that, but I never forgot.

This is useless. I try to get my thoughts down, but everything comes out choppy, and horrid. The English Major, unable to write? My professors would kill me!

I don’t know what else I want to say. There isn’t enough paper in the world to try and figure out what’s going on in my head. I do know one thing though- this one minute is, and forever will be, the sweetest, saddest minute of my life. And it will always be the one that I will never regret.

Yours always,


Petitechatte xox

A Man and A Bird

This is the story I sent in to a contest- I got a lot of love and a lot of hate, so I made a few changes right before I sent it in. They aren’t here right not, so this is the almost-good copy.

A Man and A Bird.

He walks the streets. Every day. Sometimes, he walks to the pier. Other times, he walks through the city, one more anonymous face in a crowd.

And he wonders about things.

Things like his mortgage, and his car payments. Things like buying more coffee. Things like how amazing his wife is. Things like the miracle of flight.

And he is happy.

But some days, he walks.

Around the block.

Or sometimes, through a seedy neighbourhood. And he wonders.

He wonders, where did the world go wrong? Why is that young girl selling her body to live? Why can’t someone help her? Why can’t he help her?

He wonders, why did his baby die? Why did his wife miscarry?

He wonders, did he commit a sin in a past life. Is he paying for it now?

He wonders, why can’t he fly? Why can’t he leave his problems when he enters the clouds?

He wonders, and he wishes.

He wishes for his baby. He wishes for that girl to live safe and happy, all her life. He wishes his problems would go away.

He wonders.

But most of all, he wishes for a chance to fly. To take off from the ground and leave his problems behind. He wishes to follow the birds in the sky. And he wonders, if the birds feel the same.

He wishes and he wonders.

He wonders if the birds understand that they have a gift. That they possess something he would kill for.

He wonders if the birds know that being human isn’t easy, because you can’t fly. You can’t leave your problems behind.

He wonders and he wishes.

He wishes for the bird’s life, while the bird wishes for his.

Petitechatte xox

Writing Prompt!

“So the princess saves the villain”

I LOVE this sentence- it feels like a new take, because it’s not the princess saved the PRINCE- I haven’t seen very many stories where the princess saves the villain! I am definitely expanding on this one.

Petitechatte xox