Eva Fuh

I’m sad to say that this is the final post for my Super Writers creative writing series on My Several Worlds.

To SW9: I’ll miss all of you. You filled these three years with fun and laughter. Continue to leave your dreams to the fullest and never be afraid to write.

SUPER WRITER: EVA FUH

Writing Style: Fable

Every Thanksgiving, Tinity the turkey can hear strange noises coming from the big beautiful house next door. It sounds like there is a turkey screaming or crying. Finally, he asked his mother what the noise was.

“Oh, Thanksgiving is coming,” his old mother said. “Every Thanksgiving, people eat a turkey to help celebrate.”

“Thanksgiving? They have to eat a turkey? What about you, Mom? Will you leave me?” Tinity asked.

“Oh, kid. I am too old. Don’t worry. I won’t go. But kid, I’m worried about you,” Tinity’s mom said sadly.

“Mom…”

That night, Tinity couldn’t sleep well. He dreamed that he became a fat, healthy turkey. A man woke him up in the middle of the night.

“Hey, little turkey. You look very delicious. It’s your turn this year. Are you ready to lie on the table?” the man laughed. “No!” Tinity shouted, and he woke up.

The next day, he was very worried about himself. He was thinking about that dream all day. “I was a fat, healthy turkey in the dream. Therefore, if I become a thin, weak turkey, then the man won’t eat me!” he thought. From that day on, Tinity only ate enough food to stay alive. He became thinner and thinner. The next year, his brother was killed, and his mom cried for a long time.

“I am still too fat,” he thought. So, he stopped eating completely. A few days later, Tinity died, too. Why? Did someone eat him? No. He died because he was too thin, too weak, and he worried too much.