Hermes glared at Joe. Her eyes were a fiery red and seemed to look like little embers dancing in harmony. Her white fur looked as though it shimmered more with every step, as pale as a cloud, like a blank hole. Joe could make out jagged teeth like serrated  daggers, as frightening as death itself. Claws curled like massive arches as thin whiskers shot out like a newly grown tooth. Her ears jolted, suddenly hearing everything .To Joe’s surprise, she opened her huge gaping mouth. Honed teeth shot out, as ferocious as a hunters trap. She paced forwards, sniffing his hand and licking him with her blood red tongue, hard as rock and volcano level hot. Joe was terrified.  

“She might like you more than me!” Miss Anna exclaimed, as the bulky figure of the  cat turned and paced  the other way. Joe looked at her in awe  and couldn’t hold back a smile. On their trek back to the small village, the wind wildly howled like a werewolf in a full moon at the Spiders Den making the nearby bushes quiver. Stars studded  the way ahead. Joe  felt as though he was being stared at. He froze and glared at the trees behind. For a moment, he thought he saw those same embers dancing in harmony.

“She doesn’t want you to go,” joked Miss Anna. “I found her a few years prior to your  arrival abandoned in the mountains. She was merely an infant at that time left to die. Her parents must have died. I reckon hunters killed them for food, stuff with the war. I took her in , a secret, and brought her back to full health. My goodness she grew quick” Joe listened very carefully, astonished by the story. “ She is our secret now. If they saw her or even heard about this I don’t even want to talk about what would happen.”

That dusk, Joe wondered about the massive cat. Hermease, charging through the frightening forest, little embers piercing the gloom. When she licked his hand, he shivered. Her eyes were like massive supernovas, yet they had made him feel at home; soothed his soul . So it was every night, Joe came to Hermes, taking any leftovers he could get in his  grasp. He learnt from Ayan how to set traps for animals and, often he captured the one mouse of which Hermease would snatch the second it came into his hands. then disappearing back into the forest, giving a satisfied roar. Obviously she hunted herself snaring rabbits, mice and the odd boar. She also liked sprinting, she would run as fast as a flash zooming through the forest picking off prey without retaliation . She was beastly but learnt to accept him.

One day, Hermease let Joe stroke her bulky body. Within the span of months, she would look into his pockets trying to find meat, always making a cheerful roar.She would lick him contently and even lie on his body. Joe changed too. He no longer caused tantrums  and once his daily errands were done,was off walking  through the small village, checking his traps. Miss Anna would hear him singing and even laugh. Over the long months, Miss Anna watched how the wild cat calmed the wild boy and their secret brought them together.

Hermes glared at Joe. Her eyes were a fiery red and seemed to look like little embers dancing in harmony. Her white fur looked as though it shimmered more with every step, as pale as a cloud, like a blank hole. Joe could make out jagged teeth like serrated  daggers, as frightening as death itself. Claws curled like massive arches as thin whiskers shot out like a newly grown tooth. Her ears jolted, suddenly hearing everything .To Joe’s surprise, she opened her huge gaping mouth. Honed teeth shot out, as ferocious as a hunters trap. She paced forwards, sniffing his hand and licking him with her blood red tongue, hard as rock and volcano level hot. Joe was terrified.  

“She might like you more than me!” Miss Anna exclaimed, as the bulky figure of the  cat turned and paced  the other way. Joe looked at her in awe  and couldn’t hold back a smile. On their trek back to the small village, the wind wildly howled like a werewolf in a full moon at the Spiders Den making the nearby bushes quiver. Stars studded  the way ahead. Joe  felt as though he was being stared at. He froze and glared at the trees behind. For a moment, he thought he saw those same embers dancing in harmony.

“She doesn’t want you to go,” joked Miss Anna. “I found her a few years prior to your  arrival abandoned in the mountains. She was merely an infant at that time left to die. Her parents must have died. I reckon hunters killed them for food, stuff with the war. I took her in , a secret, and brought her back to full health. My goodness she grew quick” Joe listened very carefully, astonished by the story. “ She is our secret now. If they saw her or even heard about this I don’t even want to talk about what would happen.”

That dusk, Joe wondered about the massive cat. Hermease, charging through the frightening forest, little embers piercing the gloom. When she licked his hand, he shivered. Her eyes were like massive supernovas, yet they had made him feel at home; soothed his soul . So it was every night, Joe came to Hermes, taking any leftovers he could get in his  grasp. He learnt from Ayan how to set traps for animals and, often he captured the one mouse of which Hermease would snatch the second it came into his hands. then disappearing back into the forest, giving a satisfied roar. Obviously she hunted herself snaring rabbits, mice and the odd boar. She also liked sprinting, she would run as fast as a flash zooming through the forest picking off prey without retaliation . She was beastly but learnt to accept him.

One day, Hermease let Joe stroke her bulky body. Within the span of months, she would look into his pockets trying to find meat, always making a cheerful roar.She would lick him contently and even lie on his body. Joe changed too. He no longer caused tantrums  and once his daily errands were done,was off walking  through the small village, checking his traps. Miss Anna would hear him singing and even laugh. Over the long months, Miss Anna watched how the wild cat calmed the wild boy and their secret brought them together.

Thanks for the hot blanket, it kept me at an optimal temperature during the painful ride to my new home . What felt like a millenia later, we gradually came to a halt. Wow it is my first time in Shirbert lynch  and the small houses look prety good   . It is much more silent here than at home, where boomers rain down terror in the   town. I stand as still as a statue waiting for the lucky person. Suddanly a chubby lady walked over and without a second thought grabbed me. She gave me an evil glare filling me with anxiety. 

 In the end I ended up staying with Miss Karen in a lonely neighborhood called Smelly, in a miniature house. The water comes from a small well in the backyard. You have to turn a handle and a bucket  filled with water will inevitably come to you. First thing in the morning ,I am forced to have a bath outside in the freezing cold. She would not let me in until I was spotless. Later, she gave me something that I had never seen. It was  disgusting and  cold . She talks in a serious tone but she is ok.

 I have a small room in the basement.I can only see shadows soundly snare up the dull room. In the night, I can hear screams of horror echoing from the faraway battlefield. First thing everyday I pray for you , dad and baby scar. Everyday I wake to the sound of one of her exotic pets amongst them being cockerels and snakes. They make such loud noises I think my ear drums will birst. There are snakes in the pen outside of the house and sometimes I sneak out and take the eggs. She has a massive vegetable farm.

 You will not believe this but Miss Karen  has a cow called moo who lives in a luxury wooden pen. I have a multitude of jobs, the most disgusting being feeding mrs moo. In the night I have to lock all the pens because Mrs Karen says if we don’t the wolves will kill them. If I have not been a pest sometimes she lets me choose an egg from one of the animals and keep it.

 Sherbert lynch is a small, remote village near a small mountain. There are about 10 houses. They have pathways that connect the town. There are many and they all have different names. One is called  creepy ketchup . The fields and grass are very green and lush. Unlike home.

 Every day Miss Karen sends me to the small school, carrying my gasmask, and ration book in case I need them. It is an hour walk to the school . Many people my age go here, pray for our nation, I sit at the very back with my books and encyclopedias. I am trying very hard to do well in school.  We eat outside on the grass, Mrs Karen gives me a bread and tuna sandwich. Sometimes she will put in some of my favorite stuff as a treat. Lots of the people eat vegetables freshly dug from other peoples gardens, then cleaning them in the puddles and then putting the straight in their mouth. I tried one and the other people ganged up on me, scaring me.They are alright. They know lots of good games to a high degree too .

 I hope you and Scar are okay. I think about you all the time. I hope dad is still alive and soon comes home . Your beautiful son, tiny tim.

My grief is made of –

the screams of the deceased like a blood curdling cry,

the terrible tears of the wronged,

deaths freezing embrace,

the face of a mother when her baby dies

and the sadness of someone being executed.

I found it-

caged in the heart of the furious,

trapped in the brain of the sad,

imprisoned in the mind of the deceased ,

lounging in the amygdala 

where grief grows.

This grief can-

shred the hearts made of titanium,

overwhelm even the strong willed,

kill the weak,

rip apart a volcano

until it is nothing but a puddle of magma 

And volcanic rock .

If I lost this grief-

My hectic heart would finally be at peace.

Stars silently slumber as a gorgeous glow  fills the sail , paced with life. Surreal stars, sprinkled on the deck , shimmers like the far away galaxy. The jet black sky fixes on it’s reflection in the Helicoprion- highway’s  great  green depths. Abnormal  astroads are the life of space. Mumbles of the galaxy neel nearly hidden from prying eyes , yanking at the calm,ocean air. Could it be stars!