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Coming Soon: Age Of The Beasts – The Lost Cities

A Dystopian Future in which the Beasts Rule and man serves, main character is young Kyra: 

Kyra–she is strong-willed, yet generous.  She puts others before herself, but isn’t afraid to stand up for herself either.  And if the need to cut and run is there, she’ll do it.  However, she is also loyal.



Three Little Kittens


    It was her family’s annual trip to the mysterious shrouded islands. Though perpetually covered by clouds, the tropical islands still seemed ablaze with the warmth of the sun by day and light of the moon by night.

    Twelve-year-old Sally Crimeans ran through the jungle, laughing and playing with her little pink ball, which was dotted by small blue stars; she tossed the ball into the air and chased after it. She’d wanted to get away from the others for a while, and play by herself.

    Sally stopped short, hearing noises, possibly just the wind shuffling through the jungle brush, leaves shook as if lightly tapped by unseen fingers. She stopped and looked around the jungle, a powerful burst of wind brushed by her, swirling the pink sundress she wore, it felt warm and strong.

    Sally smiled, tossed the ball into the air and thought of heading back.

    “Sure is windy out today,” an unfamiliar voice drifted to her ears. It sounded like a young girl, close in age to her. Could there be other visitors to this island? Sally supposed there was no reason why not. Curiosity began to well in her like an expanding balloon.

    Sally decided to investigate, and walked forward, past a huge and twisted tree, it looked like two trees twisted around another and bulged like a nine-month pregnancy at the base, becoming more slender as the limbs stretched to the sky. Pinkish and blue birds circled overhead.  Her nerves began to pinch, like tiny fingers against the skin.

    Hidden in some thicket, Sally saw them and her small eyes widened. They were kittens – three of them; not normal kittens either. These were running, talking and laughing like people. The kittens, tossed a Frisbee one to another. Her first impulse was to run screaming, but Sally didn’t want to attract attention, and felt drawn to watch them like a fly to a bug light.

    Impossible, was Sally’s first thought on seeing the kittens in little girl dresses. Crouched behind overgrown weeds, she watched them play. A monarch butterfly flittered over Sally’s head, momentarily distracting her eyes until it landed on a nearby flower, then she returned her attention to the human-like felines as one leapt into the air catching the Frisbee in her paws.

     One of the kittens laughed, and whirled around, the Frisbee in her paw, her tail flailing behind her. She let loose the Frisbee and it soared up into the air, her friends fell back, their paws outstretched to try and catch the toy on its return.

    The Frisbee landed right in front of her; Sally fell back as a kitten jumped to retrieve it. Then, their eyes met, the grey furred feline had black strips, she smiled, “Well hello there.”

    Sally was uncertain what to do. “Hello.” The words came out just above a whisper; she looked from one to the other. Her legs wanted to run, but her feet were paralyzed to the ground.

    The other two felines quickly joined their friend. “She talks,” One purred. “She’s a human girl,” the other added.

    Sally staggered backwards. Recovering feeling, she was about to swirl and run, when the first kitten grabbed her arm.

    “Wait, don’t go,” The kitten said in a soft voice. “My name is Mika.” She wore a pink-colored summer dress. She reached out to pat Sally’s head, the girl took a nervous breath.

    Mika introduced her friends, a sandy-colored one in a blue dress, named Fan, and a chartreuse dressed cocoa with white stripes named Shyra. The kittens surrounded Sally.

     Shyra scratched at the bonnet on her head, a dandelion was in the hat’s center. She cocked her head, and examined Sally with curious eyes. Then straightened up and put her hands on her hips.

    “My name is Sally,” She hesitantly said. She looked from kitten to kitten, perhaps there was no reason to fear, they were children like her, just feline children.

     “Sally?” Shyra said, shook her head, her ears twitched. “Funny name.”

    “Play with us Sally,” Mika invited. At least Sally assumed it was an invitation.

    So, the four started tossing around the Frisbee, then added Sally’s ball to the game. It was fun playing with her new feline friends. Shyra swung around the ball with her tail, and sent it spiraling, Sally caught it and passed the ball on to Fan, Mika tossed the Frisbee to Sally, who swung around and sent it to Shyra, then to Fan, who’d sent the ball on to Mika.

    Everyone stopped when a loud adult voice bellowed, “Girls, lunch.”

    “Oh boy,” Mika said. “Come on Sally, come with us.”

    “I better not,” Sally replied, she started to turn. “We can play again later tonight.”

    Shyra and Fan each grabbed one of her arms, clamping with their paws, “Come to lunch with us,” their voices in unison. She could just about feel their claws pressing in.

    “Okay,” Sally replied, uncertain what to do, and reluctant to join them. “But, my own family is probably worried, I really should get back to them.”

     “Come, come,” Mika urged, she and Fan practically dragging Sally by the arms.

    The felines brought her to their family camp. Two adult felines looked down at Sally, their whiskers twitched apparently in curiosity.

     “We found her while we were out playing,” Mika explained.

    The kittens went the their parents. Sally stood a second, and slowly stepped back as everyone’s attention was diverted.

     “Can we keep her?” Mika’s voice pleaded.

     Sally spun on her heels and fled into the forest. She ran as if pursued by demons. Her heart pounded, and sweat trickled down her skin. Even though she didn’t hear anyone following her, the girl did not slow down and raced for camp like an Olympic gold medalist.

    “Where have you been?” Mother demanded when Sally returned to camp, relieved feelings sweeping through her. Mother planted her fists on her hips, a cross look on her face. “Honestly, you and your brothers.”

     Her brothers? Sally looked up at her mom. Were they missing?

     “They’re in the cabin now,” Mom said. “We were about to form a search party for you young lady.”

    “I was out playing with three kittens,” Sally replied.

    Mother shook her head. “I wish you wouldn’t wander away so far.”

    Sally thought about telling them about the human-like cats, but decided they would never believe her.

    The boys came running from the cabin to Sally.  “Where’s your play ball?” One of the boys asked.

    “Lost it,” Sally said. She turned from the boys to her mom, “How much longer are we gonna be here?”

    “We leave in the morning,” Mom said. “What’s your hurry?”

    “Oh, nothing.” Sally answered and smiled innocently.

    “Go wash up, sweetie,” Mom said.

    Sally went to the washroom. She’d already decided she wouldn’t be going into the jungle again, and surely no one would be coming after her. So, whistling she washed off.

    The rest of the day passed quietly and with no sigh of human-like cats, though Sally had kept a watch. It was night, and she was taking out the trash. Something struck her in the back of the neck, Sally stumbled as her body went limp and she fell.

    “Bad little one,” She heard Mika’s voice say, as the kitten picked up Sally’s crumpled form. “Mommy and Daddy said we could keep you as a pet, but you’ll have to be kept on a leash.”

    Sally groaned.

     “Don’t worry, it’ll wear off,” Mika said. “You’ll be in a nice comfy pet bed, in our room, and your name will be Mittens. Good Mittens.”

    Sally went unconscious.




About davepyl

Though I have held many jobs over the years, being a fiction writer has always been my main interest even though I may not have always pursued it well enough. Originally from Princeton, IN, where I graduated High School and took writing related courses, I went on to attend Vincennes University in Vincennes, IN, and obtained a degree in journalism. After working a few years as a journalist and freelance nonfiction writer, I pursed other careers. late in the 90’s my interest in writing fiction resurged with stronger and better ideas, I have taken courses through Full Sail University to help me hone my skills as a creative writer. Now my plans are to focus more on writing fiction in addition to my day job and build it as a career in as many ways as I can: books, short stories, scripts, comicbooks. My writing credentials include: *KNOX COUNTY DAILY NEWS | Feb 1988 – April 1992; Staff Writer / Journalist; * OFFICIAL DETECTIVE MAGAZINE GROUP | 1990 – 1992Freelance Writer / Photographer; *VIETNAM MAGAZINE | April 1995 • Contributing Writer (Short Story) – “Operation Babylift” *MIDNIGHT ZOO | May/June 1991 • Contributing Writer (Poem) – “Lady In Black” *REUNIONS MAGAZINE Summer, 1995 * Contributing Writer Reunion at George Field *QUILTER’S WORLD | April 2004 • Contributing Writer (Short Story) – “Two Visionaries” *STORYTELLER MAGAZINE | Nov/Dec 2010. • Contributing Writer (Short Story) – “The Ol’ Conner Place” short story *TALES OF THE TALISMAN | Oct 2011 • Contributing Writer (Poem) – “Bloody Red Riding Hood” *REUNIONS MAGAZINE Fall/Winter 2012 * Contributing Writer Morgan/Bivens Family Reunion * Frontier Tales magazine/ Winter 2012/ Battle of Three Lakes and what inspired you to write your book. The battle between the ani-men and the JLA, from Justice League America issues 221-223-1984.
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