"The Daily Coyote" by Shreve Stockton

This is my book review for "The Daily Coyote" by Shreve Stockton.

First off, I'd like to say that this memoir was absolutely FANTASTIC. And that's a lot coming from me, because I usually will snore off to something like that... no non-fiction for me, thank you very much. But THIS story, for some particular reason, drew me in sooo quickly. Perhaps it was Stockton's gorgeous photography abilities, or the fact that it was about her raising a coyote in Wyoming, but whether it was any of those or another thing, I could NOT put this book down for the freakin' LIFE OF ME.

Stockton's writing is amazing; the way she puts words together and make them flow so easily is just captivating! I loved the way ((and this is going to sound absolutely nerdy)) she used similes and metaphors to describe her little coyote she was raising, Charlie. The story is both interesting and heart warming... i mean, the way that Charlie and the orange tom cat Eli act like siblings together is probably the most adorable thing I've ever read--and seen--in a long time.

As I said before, the story is heartwarming and definitely a fantabulous read, I TOTALLY recommend it. And here is Shreve Stockton's website as well, you should totally check it out here.

Five outta five stars!!!!!!

READ THE BOOK.

~Mason

Rain For My Soul

As it falls
From the sky
My day brightens.
Rain; it sooths me.

Everyone scoffs
and whines,
their eyes filled
with dismay.

I don't understand.
Although, neither
do they; Rain
washes my soul.

I love to stand
underneath the cloudy
skies, waiting for
that first drop.

I yearn for the
chilling cleansing
of the rain dripping
down my face.

And I stare
into the sky
eyes filled with
glorious love.

The rain sooths me
washing away my
stress and pain,
leaving me awakened.

I don't quite
understand why
people hate
the rain.

It revives me.

Valentine's Day Party... Crashed....

I scowled in my chair as I traced my finger around the lip of the glass that was sitting next to me on the table. Strobe lights and other colored spotlights flew around the huge room, music pulsating from the epic base systems that I would've normally been dancing to--if it wasn't Valentine's Day. Ugh. The holiday for shmucks, for idiots who  fell in love too easily, and then those who were already together and exchanged cutsie gifts. Ugh, and it was the holiday of pink--my least favorite color, which I also happened to be wearing at the moment, courtesy of Leela, my best friend, who also happened to be the one to throw this party and who also  somehow managed to condemn me to this hell. My little devil of a friend bounded over to me. "Rox! C'mon, stop being such a downer! Get up and dance already!" she yelled over the sound of the base. "I don't want to, Leela." I grumbled. She obviously didn't hear me, but she got the message. "C'mon, Rox! Don't be such a party pooper!" "Leela, only you could still say 'party-pooper' and not sound like a fifth grader." I responded. She smiled. "So does that mean you're gonna dance?" "No." I replied, and took a sip of my Dr. Pepper. "Roxanne Fleete Smith, you are the most stubborn female I have ever met." She whined. "Leela Sabine Ramses, you'll just have to live with it." I replied. She pouted. Her purple and blonde hair was turned pink in the strobe lights, my blue-black turning a dark shade of purple. I looked up at her, taking another sip of my Dr. Pepper.

Which I almost spat all over Leela's brand-new sequin tank. Which she would've murdered me for later.

But not unless I murdered her first. Because, lo and behold, in walked in my most least favorite person in the world. Stefan. I slammed my cup down on the table and grabbed her by the front of her shirt. "What the hell is he doing here?!" I shouted, jabbing my finger towards the hottest person I'd ever laid eyes on, but also the last person I had ever wanted to see. Ever. Again. Leela put her hands up defensively, not intimidated by my usual behavior. "I didn't invite him!" she shouted over the music. "Then who did?!" I yelled back. "Maybe Liam?" she replied. Both of our heads whipped around to stare at her brother, who was greeting the devil with a fist bump and one of those "man-hugs". "Shit." I swore, letting go of Leela and ducking into the kitchen.  She followed. "I'm so sorry! I had no idea Liam would invite anybody! And I specifically told him not to invite  him." I waved my hand dismissively as I began to pace. "Him being here's not the problem anymore--the problem is how to get him--" Suddenly the kitchen door swung open, Liam and Stefan walking in, smiling and laughing. My glare turned ice-cold. "--out." I finished, my voice acrimonious. Stefan looked at me with a smirk on his face. "Hey, Roxy." "It's Roxanne to you, Fletcher." I hissed. He smirked. Liam's smile died on his face as he saw the expression on my face. He swore under his breath a string of creative profanities. My death glare was on him next. He swallowed nervously as his eyes flitted away. He knew he was in trouble. With one glance at Stefan, I stormed from the kitchen and flew up Leela's staircase into her room, where I promptly locked the door and set to screaming my head off in a mad fury that could've burnt the house down.

Eh, just a little Valentine's Day short story with a twist. *smirk* i do prefer the stories of hatred and drama and romance........ and messing with my characters is too much fun >:)

Waiting for a Song

The wolf, lonely
in the shadows
sits and calls
to its dear friend
the moon.
Sad songs of
sorrow echo
throughout
the night.
The wolf rises
with its songs
only to glow
in the sky
waiting patiently
for its friend
to sing again.

Just a little poem I wrote quickly for English. We're supposed to take an object or creature and morph it into something else via poem. I think that it's okay, not a favorite poem of mine, but still good enough for me :)

~Mason