• Short Stories

    Kyanalea:The Awakening

    “Weeeee!!!” Kyanalea sequealed, she swung from the tree branches weaving in and out as fast as she could. The cool air blew through her long auburn hair, “You won’t win!” she exclaimed as she raced the Black Panther, whom she called Nalia, up the ancient tree. Nalia’s long nails and cat like ways allowed her to lunge faster up the tree then Kyanalea. The race didn’t matter; Kyanalea simply loved being among nature and anywhere but the stifling confines of home. “You beat me, Nalia,” Kyanalea she gasped out of breath, “but it’s okay, I’ll get you next time.” Nalia nuzzled her face into Kyanalea hands, as they sat at…