Deep in the jungles of India, the morning glow of the sunrise peeked through the canopy and rested on the sleeping faces of every last jungle creature, waking them gradually to the mysteries and journeys of a new day. With it would come exploring, scavenging, and hunting for prey.
One creature was already awake, however, and he liked to play with his food.
A half mile away, that same sunrise peeked through the grass roofs of the man-village's huts, waking each and every last person just as gradually. With their new day would come hunting, building, and exploring.
One man-cub was already out looking in the jungle, however, and he was lookin
My Childhood Fantasy by HypnosiShannon, literature
Literature
My Childhood Fantasy
When I was little, I used to fantasize about Kaa. I would watch the Jungle Book and be so enamored with how he hypnotized Mowgli, and later Shanti in the sequel, that I wanted to experience it myself. I used to sit up in my bedroom with a big thick cardboard book about the movie and imagine him coming in my room to meet me. The book was obviously for really little kids, but I didn't care because it had a page entirely about Kaa. I would sit in my bed with my knees bent and the book laying open to Kaa's page on my thighs while I fantasized about him and I meeting. The fantasy went like this.
Kaa's big, yellow eyes would appear silhouetted aga
The sun rose slowly over the horizon of the Earth Nation. As it climbed higher and higher into the sky, the last great flying bison let out a dull roar, burying its face with its two front legs and settling back into slumber. On its back, two girls were laid out in sleeping bags. One of the girls groaned as the creature that she laid on moved around, and her blue eyes opened up apprehensively.
"Ugh...mornings." Katara of the southern water tribe slid her upper body out of her sleeping bag, stretching her arms high into the air and yawning loudly. She looked over to her water skin which was laid on its side on the other side of the girl sleep
Part of Shanti's World by HypnosiShannon, literature
Literature
Part of Shanti's World
"I must go to fetch the water...Till the day that I am grown..." little Shanti sang to herself as her little bare feet trod down the worn jungle path towards the river closest to her village. The young child villager was wearing her usual purple dress and white shirt, with her favorite brown jug up on her fine black hair. As the six-year-old knelt down at the bank of the river, she felt a small rock dig into the ball of her right foot. The girl winced and moved her legs so that she was sitting on her bottom rather than on her heels.
"Ouch! Stupid jungle..." Shanti grumbled to herself, picking the rock off of her soft brown sole and then subm