Stephanie

I hope everyone that reads this will have a great day!!!
 * HELLO to all,**

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Author Info: My author is James A. Michener

Short Story:** I use to want to be a human. I had no other desire than to be one. I, being a gargoyle, could only wish for this. I wanted to frolic down the streets, paint pictures, sing, dance and experience all of the other perks that come with humanity. I prayed for some force in the universe to let me experience the human ways. Humans seemed so kind, generous and sympathetic. Well, they did, until “the day.” “The day” came like any other normal day, except for that the wind seemed to be blowing in a funny direction, but I thought nothing of it. As usual, the humans were off to their normal ways of life, but I noticed that a group of people were gathering in the park right outside the tower upon which I was mounted. I carefully watched as the crowd grew bigger and bigger. Then I noticed that Julia, the five year old girl I enjoyed watching most, was frolicking on the grass with her friends. Julia was so sweet and petite that I wished I could make her acquaintance. Julia had dark blonde hair, tiny ears, and a wonderful smile. Pretty soon she left her friends to go find her mom in the crowd of people. After about ten minutes, she lay down beside a beautiful blue spruce and began to sob. The crowd still growing larger began to swallow her up and I lost sight of her. Oh, I hoped she was ok. Where did she go? What was happening to her? The crowd was turning into a riot and fights began breaking out all over the place. Little Julia was lost inside this mayhem. One guy was bleeding so badly that he passed out. The police had to be called, but each person was too busy brawling with the person next to him. This insanity had to be stopped. This was not what I had seen the past three years that I had stood here. Where were the kind, elegant humans who I aspired to be like? Had the whole world gone mad? Had agony come upon us? Or had this nightmare been here all along staring me in the face and I was just too ignorant to notice? But, most importantly Julia was still missing. Still astonished by the riot, I caught sight of a little purple coat. It was Julia, but who was she with? That was not her mom or anyone else I had ever seen her affiliated with. Her dad had died in a war, but then who was this gentleman she was going with? I thought I knew his face. Where had I seen it? Suddenly, it hit me like a gavel on a desk. This man had been sneaking down the street one day with a wooden casket in hand. Now that I think of it, it was more of a coffin that a vampire would be in. The coffin was just about the size of Julia. That miscreant would never get away with this. How could he hurt a poor defenseless little girl like Julia? Drastic measures had to be taken if I wanted to spare that little girl’s life. Julia was half way down the street being tugged away by that despicable man. I needed help and quickly. I called for DeVew, the hawk that lived a story above me. DeVew knew Julia well and proceeded after the miscreant and Julia. DeVew swerved in and out, up and down, high and low, until finally catching up with them. At the spur of the moment, he started pecking the top of the miscreant’s bald head. The scoundrel reacted quickly and swiftly. The man pulled a lighter from his pocket and tried to light DeVew’s wings on fire. What a terrible person. Being so careless, he caught Julia’s trim on her dress. Julia was on fire. Screaming bloody murder, Julia began to burn like wood in a fireplace. The fire department was called, but it was too late. Julia had severe burns and was taken into intensive care immediately. DeVew was not harmed but slightly stunned that the humans that I had thought of so highly would do anything like this. Frankly, I was stunned too. More than just stunned, I was traumatized. Poor little Julia. I did not know if I would ever see her again. What would I do without my sweet little Julia? Her eyes as bright as the moon, her teeth all pearly white, and her smile that dazzled us all. Night came upon us and I was as disheartened as ever. Not only had my idol species been wicked and shown me they were horrendous, but my idol individual had been harmed in the process. My spirits were crushed. There was no aspiration in my body. For once in my life, I was happy for who I was and where I was. This enlightened feeling made me see that you have to be happy with your life because things could be so much worse. I waited weeks for any sign of Julia or any sign of what had happened to her. One day I saw her solemn mom traipsing through the park. Her face was expressionless. She showed no signs of joy or happiness. It was the opposite of what Julia would have wanted for her mother. Julia would have wanted her mother to love life no matter what happened. That was always Julia’s outlook on things. I never saw Julia be cheerless for more than two minutes at a time. She embraced life and took what it gave to her. The cruel path life chose for her was unfair and unjust because she was an optimist about everything. Even though she was only five the last time I saw her, I knew she was a bright little girl. Her positive outlook cheered even the grimmest of people. Torture is nobody’s friend, my dear reader. Pain and agony make life miserable and unmistakably grievous. Little Julia could tell you about that. She lived a loving life filled with joy and happiness. . . .     Five months later, I saw a purple coat. Not just any purple coat, it was “the purple coat.” Julia was back!!! A miracle had come. After all this time, I thought she had died; but no, she was back with her mother. Her mother’s face was filled with joy, happiness, and glee. Julia had scars on her face and looked different, but she still had that optimistic look on life. I asked myself how could a girl who had gone through being burned still have an optimistic feeling. Well, that can be answered quite simply. She has a heart of gold and a spirit like none other. If you want to know if I still yearn to be human, the answer is no. I am very content watching from a distance. My passion for humans has faded and I have come to realize that no species is perfect and I should be happy with who I am and where I am.