1. Short Story - The Forgotten Dream
... steep ravines and eat the sweet grass that finds its home there among the granite rocks and desert cactus. Sometimes I eat the cactus, too. Sometimes I suck on rocks when the rain hasn't come. There's not many of us left, donkey that is. Do you know the donkey? We are a kind of wild donkey ... a lot of blades of grass up here in the canyon lands, and the breeze is always alive. I'd see danger in the slightest hint of darkness that appeared on a solitary cloud in an otherwise empty sky. I'd taste it in the water I'd drink from the stream where suddenly I became aware of everything that st...
- Word Count: 1577
- Approx Pages: 6
- Grade Level: High School