Three In One (Three Fiction Stories I Wrote In One Post)

         Trying something different here with this post. I'm sharing one larger fiction story ("Became" ; posted below ) and two micro fiction stories (starting with "Again" and ending with "Up, Down"; posted below). Sharing these together to be a blessing to someone today. Thanks again for your support.

             Became (An Older Fiction Story I Wrote)

    

       I'd always known I was different, that I didn't belong here. It was obvious the first time I found my "voice", realized my physical features were different. I never knew why though...until one day it was revealed to me.

      

        Being in my family I always knew I was loved; being different from my parents though made my childhood challenging both for them and me. There were the “looks”. You know the ones. Ones that silently said, “They don’t belong with those parents. That isn’t right.”. There was the occassional verbal mocking. There were even those who avoided you. They’d plainly move away in passing, or turn and walk another direction to not come in contact with you. Then one day it all became clear. I was sheared, and it was then that I asked my mom and dad why they were never sheared (the difference becoming very apparent to me at that moment). They then told me who they were: cows. I never considered the differences between us as I focused mostly on how I was loved by them (a fact that satisfied me then). I was also told who I was: a sheep. I looked around the farm and noticed other sheep had their parents that looked like them (only older), and I wondered why my parents weren't that way. "What happened to my parents...my rreal parents who were like me I mean; a sheep?", I asked of them.

      

          There was a pause as they looked at each other, deciding whether or not to tell me; eventually my dad spoke. "You were a baby just barely able to walk when you arrived here. Your tiny cries somehow were silenced under the rocks you were hidden in. Your parents died protecting you. You were able to make it here, but we still don't know how. We only saw an owl that always seemed to be around from that point on.

    

           I was silent as they finished. I didn't know what to think, then the questions came, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? When did you become my parents? How did you know they were killed?". "We wanted to wait until you were older to keep you from nightmares.", my dad replied. "When you asked us, then we knew you'd be able to deal with it better.", he continued. "We became your parents when we found you at the fenceline one day. We took you in and the old farmer didn't mind, especially after he found what was left of your parents. That is how we knew they didn't survive.", said my dad sadly as he recalled the tragic day.

      

             I was silent for the rest of the day. I didn't know what to make of all this. I could've grew up with my birth parents. I could've been eaten by a wolf. I could've been abandoned after surviving. I became part of a loving family in spite of it all though, even the worst life tried to throw at me.

Note about the following two pieces below: The famous writer Ernest Hemingway was offered a challenge: someone bet him he couldn't write a complete 6-Word Fiction Story. He not only won the bet, but tried to write several others. This is my attempt at the same thing.

Micro Fiction Story 1.)

        Again (A 6-Word Fiction Story Experiment)

Found picture again. Deceased family remembered.   

 Micro Fiction Story 2.)

       Up, Down (A 6-Word Fiction Story Experiment)

Up, down. Baby walks, all cheer.

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