The Shack Creative Writing

I woke with a start. A cool breeze was wafting through the shack. I sat up on my bed, well it was more like a few tree limbs tied together for a mattress with a single blanket, but still it was a bed. I stood up and walked to the wall and pushed away the curtain. The sun shone bright as I looked across the sand to the ocean. It was perfectly still. I turned and went back into my shack and walked to a small bookshelf that I had made. On it was a variety of things, including a single notebook, a spyglass, a net, a leather satchel, and an apple. There were many more things, but it would take forever to name them all. I picked up the net and a very sharp stone and went outside. I dropped the net into the water and waited. Soon I saw

No sooner had I closed my eyes than I heard something whiz by my head. I opened my eyes and sat up. I looked around my hut, but I saw nothing. I heard something whiz by my head again and I spun around to see what it was. Pixie. It was floating in the air next to me and was smirking. A worried feeling started in my stomach and slowly moved to my throat. Pixies were known to steal things and I had only encountered them once before. I had been picking apples when they had attacked me. They had pelted me with pebbles and I was forced to return home with nothing. Later that day I had gone back to the grove to see if I could get my basket. I found it torn to shreds and all of the apples

I watched as pixies raced across the ground, some stopping to pick a piece of fruit or one of the fallen companions. Others flew through the air, racing out of the hut. Before I knew it the pixies were gone. I looked at the bodies that littered the ground. Some of them were starting to stir. I went to my bookshelf and picked up a cage I had made. It was meant for a parrot, but it would serve my purpose. I walked around the hut and picked up the pixies and put them in the cage. It was a very spacious cage so they could not complain about being cramped. I went to a small hook that I had put in one of the beams that goes over my bookshelf. I hung the cage up and watched as they started waking up. At first they didn’t realize where they were, but as soon as they did they flung themselves at the bars of the cage. They stuck their arms between the bars and tried to scratch me. I just watched them in