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You apparently get 1 of 3 cupcakes when it's your pets birthday. So create a pet and get your free cupcake today. Mixed results on what the cupcakes are doing. I'll update when I get more information. 

                                                

      Yellow one                     The pink one                         So blue should

      does str.                        does HP                                      be def

 

 

 

The way to claim your cupcakes is view your pets look up . It's a non trade item, and some have reported 1 increase in the stat, while others have claimed 5. With the 2 that I have collected so far, they've done a +5.

ATM you can feed the cupcake to whatever pet you want to. It'll be in your inventory after you've received it.

I never really looked at or thought about what helps me with writing (inspirations, ideas...) until a bit over a year ago, while I was taking a creative writing class for shits and giggles, at a college in Colorado Springs.

 So I'm wondering, what do all of you use to help you along the way when you're writing? I'm also interested in reading some of ya'lls work, and hearing some advice on how I can improve my writing.

 

I looked at the painting, and wrote this piece for English Comp. instead of writing about myself (I didn't follow directions and still got an A for the assignment ). Leave comments and suggestion, took about an hour to type after I found the painting I wanted to use. I just searched 'paintings' on Google, and skimmed through random paintings until I found one that I wanted to work with.

                                                              

 

 

 

 

What is Freedom?

 

 

 

 

Young  and  naïve  of  the  world  outside  of  my  caged   freedom.  Its  late  spring,  the  skies  are  bright  blue  with  clouds  scattered  in  every  which  direction  in  all  shapes  and  sizes.  The  smell  of  rain  still  present  in  the  scent  of  the  air,  from  last  night’s  shower,  almost  comparable  to  a  drizzle.  Green  grass  with  dew  drops  lightly  sprinkled  upon,  and  grasshoppers,  ‘mmm grasshoppers’  jumping  around  in  and  out  of  the  bushes.  A  vine  has  grown  up  the  pole  to  the very  top  of  the  cage,  almost  as  if  it  were  reaching  out,  hungering  for  more  sunlight,  like  a prison  inmate  would,  to  a  guard  for  an  extra  piece  of  bread.

 

             On  a  stone  flower  bed  wall  sat  Kristen  and  her  older  sister  Brenda.  Kristen  or  Kris,  what Brenda  called  her,   was  picking  a  yellow  rose  and  sitting  intently  listening  to  Brenda  as  she  sang  a  soft  lullaby,  her  notes  reaching  Kris’  ears  and  drifting  off  into  the  wind  ,  like  the  seeds  on  a  dandelion  until  they  reached  their  new  resting  spot,  and  took  root.  The  song  came  to  an  end,  and  Kris  sitting  with  thoughts  running  through  her  mind,  said  to  Brenda,  “I  wish  I  were  a bird,  so  I  could  fly.  Why,  I’d  fly  as  far  as  my  wings  would  take  me.  Explore  new  places,  and meet  new  people  and  animals  and…” but  Brenda  cut  her  off  mid  sentence  and  told  her,  “Stop  with this  nonsense.  Why  would  you  want  to  be  a  bird?  You  have  everything  you  could  ever  want  here,  with  mom  and  dad.”  Brenda  slowly  stood  up,  and  brushed  off  her  bosom  to  get  rid  of  the  clinging  leaves  and  few  small  insects  that  may  have  crawled  on  her  while  she  was  seated.  Walking  away,  Brenda  continued  singing  but  a  different  song,  one  about  spring  that  she’d  learned  in  school.

 

             Kristen  made  eye  contact  with  me  and  moved  on  over  toward  my  location.  “You  don’t know  how  lucky  you  are  Jack,  if  only.”  She  reached  her  hand  over  and  I  stared  at  it,  but  didn’t  make  any  attempt  to  come  in  contact  with  her.  Looking  off  to  my  right, I  saw  blue  jays  flying  off  in  the  near  distance  playfully  and  catching  on  to  the  slight  breeze  and  just  gliding  with  their wings  at  full  spread.  Free.

 

            Kristen  reached  over  and  twisted  the  small  latch  up  and  slid  it  over,  opening  the  door  in  a  smooth  single  motion. Kris  reached  in  and  extended  her  index  finger  towards  me.  Reluctant  at  first,  but  seconds  later  I hoped  upon  her  hand  and  grasped  tight,  Kris  removed  her  hand  from  my  cage,  but  with  her  thumb  holding  down  on  my  feet,  to  be  reassured  that  I  didn’t  escape.   As Kristen  began  to  speak,  thoughts  ran  through  my  head,  of  a  few  months  passed,  when  a  storm  had  rolled  in  knocking  the  nest  that  I  once  lived  in,  onto  the  ground  and  knocking  me  unconscious,  only  to  awoke  the  next  day  with  some  bandage  around  my  right  wing,  and  Kristen placing  me  in  a  cage.

 

       “Can  we  keep  him  mommy?” Kristen  asked.

 

       “Only  until  he  is  healed,  then  you  have  to  release  him  honey.” Mom  replied  back.

 

         After  that  day  we  spent  a  lot  of time  together,  Kristen  spoke  of  her  feelings  often  and  the  events  that  made  up  her  day.

 

         Days  went  by,  leading  into  weeks,  leading  into  months.  I  was  healed  eventually,  but  still  no  sign  of  release.   As  my  thoughts  slowly  cleared  up,  I  noticed  a  weight  that  had  been  lifted. Kristen  had  removed  her  thumb.  Glancing  at  her  face  I  could  see  sadness  in  her  eyes,  tears  had  swelled  up  but  she  managed  to  fight  them  back.  “Go  on.” Kristen  struggled  to get  the  words  clear  from  her  throat, “You’re  free  again.”

 

          I  without  hesitation  took flight  into  the  air, but  came  to  a  rest  a  few  feet  from  Kristen.  Looking  off  into  what  I  once  knew  as  freedom , and  back  at  who  and  what  I’d  become  so  comfortable  and  accustomed  to,  I  took  a  step  back  towards  freedom.