POEM- The Angel

I tug mother’s sleeve,

and point at the heavenly stall.

The line was long,

but I still join.

All I needed was that…

delicious, pink angel to glide into my mouth.

With skill,

the man winds the ever-so soft, sweet onto a stick.

The longer we waited,

the more I craved,

and desired this shapeless candy.

Finally at the front of the line,

the pleasant aroma,

soothed my nose.

The man handed me the stick,

with a pink, fluffy blob on it.

As I bit into it,

my taste buds went crazy,

in a jubilant way!

I sighed with content,

as the delicious angel,

which was ever-so soft and sweet,

a shapeless, pink, fluffy blob,

with a pleasant and heavenly aroma,

melted into my mouth,

and cured my desire.

POEM- Mother Nature’s Life

Mother Nature screams,

While people talk about their dreams.

She lets us trample her,

While we watch cats purr.

She gives us honey,

But all we want is money.

She says it is a huge problem, Climate Change,

But all we worry about is our money range.

We uproot her trees,

While we worry about our fees.

We empty her ocean,

And mix new potions.

All her animals are killed,

While our stomachs are filled.

All we want is fame,

But life will never be the same!

To: Humans

From: Mother Nature’s Butler

Character Description on an old man.

Everything had changed. No family, no friends and no love. The thought had made him shiver, while opening the abandoned door.  

Mr Gum hadn’t seen this place for a long time after the… No he shouldn’t remember the past, it was too harsh on him. 

Where should he go first ?

To his room. He walked through the dusty corridor and walked over the broken pieces of shattered glass. He searched for it, but it wasn’t there. Why did everything have to leave him?

Looking at the ripped photo, a tear silently rolled down Mr Gum’s cheek. He used to be strong and active. Now he was fragile and the total opposite of his past life.

He ran his hand over the rough, wood cabinet’s surface, which was once smooth, causing splinters to stick out from his wide palm, like trees on an island. Mr Gum stared into the cracked mirror, engrossed in his past. He failed to notice someone slip through the slightly opened door.

As he gazed into the mirror, he noticed a cloaked person behind him.

“Hello Frank,” she said monotonously.

Mr Gum whirled around, only to see the plain face, with no feelings, of his long-lost sister.

“Lila?” was all Frank could manage to stutter and then everything went black.

Mr Gum gasped. Black waves danced around Frank, twisting and turning in all directions, hypnotising him. Voices whispered into his ears and shadows surrounded him. All he could recall was his sister’s straight face, before everything went dark.

A hand strongly clutched his right shoulder.

“We need to leave, immediately Frank. No delay.”

Short Story: Laziness leads to poverty.

The wind howled through the trees as the vicious dog neared Abigail, who was crouching in the shadows of the narrow alleyway. 

When he was a few metres away from Abigail, the dog bellowed with his gruff and threatening voice,“You will be punished for your laziness and your ignorance of your parents’ hard work. Get prepared to die.” 

Abigail let out a terrified scream and started to beseech the dog. 

“Please don’t kill me, oh… please! I promise I will work hard. I will even give you anything, just please don’t kill me,” she implored. 

“If you wish” the dog replied. 

Abigail offered a stone necklace, a few pennies she had in her coat pocket or three packs of matches she was supposed to sell today. 

The dog scrutinised all the objects carefully. 

At last he growled,“ I will take up your offer, but I do not want anything you said. I want the red ribbon in your hair.”

Abigail tossed the ribbon to the dog and then wondered what value the ribbon even had. 

Keeping her promise to the dog, Abigail started to work harder and be more diligent. At her father’s farm, she did all her chores including extras everyday. 

Mr Miller, Abigail’s father, claimed,“ Abigail, you certainly seem more active and hard-working. It’s like magic!”

Abigail’s response was just a shrug. 

Abigail soon became the richest person in the city, which caused her to become lazy again, because she earned all the luxuries she needed. After a few months, the dog paid her a visit again.

He snarled,“ See hard-work leads to prosperity, but leaving your work because you are rich, will lead to the same state as you were before. You failed to keep your promise Abigail, prepare to die.”  

Instead of offering the vicious dog anything to bribe him so he doesn’t kill her, Abigail called her robot army and asked them to fight the dog. 

In no time, the dog tore the swarm of robots apart. In fury, instead of killing Abigail, he took away her riches. Her life became the same as before and she was penurious again.  

The End!  

Poem: The Broom

One of the oldest inventions

Which has the simplest convention

It has many uses

So there’s no need for truces

It was Cinderella’s first dancing partner

Over the years it evolved and became smarter

It is so majestic even witches use it

It is even more impressive than a Shakespeare skit

It is the house cleaning king

Jealousy is all around the thing

In the future it’s species may become extinct

Their description in the future may be indistinct

Redecker's Children's Broom – Saison
Broom

THE MYSTERIOUS LOCKET

CHAPTER 1- A SUDDEN CHANGE IN LIFE

I hated it. Absolutely hate it. This horrible it is my life. My life is the worst anyone can have. First I had to live in a boarding house and now I live in my Aunt’s house as a servant.

Back to 1961 September 5th > > >

“Everyone hurry up, wear your day clothes and come down for breakfast,” yelled the old strict nun. It was the same routine every morning in the boarding house. ‘”Hurry up, hurry up children, you need energy to clean the house and serve us. Any hesitant children will be whipped and sent to the treadmill,” cackled another witchy nun, who was wearing a black cape which was as dark as a pitch, black cave. I rolled my eyes and dragged my self out from the common room to the dining room and sat down on a short, dirty stool. ” Morning Daisy,” said my cleaning partner. “Morning Stella,” I replied to her without eye contact. An ugly nun hobbled down the table aisle, pouring mushy peas, crusts of burnt bread, pieces of leftover sausages, rat bitten cheese and dirty water as a combination of porridge. I pushed my bowl of ‘porridge’ aside, which made the bowl smash to pieces. The witchy nun grabbed my ear and pulled me to the door of the room of punishment but stopped short on her tracks when there was a loud knock on the main door. A nun close to the door grunted and opened the door. There stood a lady with many diamond rings, a silk dress, a pair of satin gloves, a posh, red, leather handbag and hair which was swept into an elegant hairstyle. I was nothing in fashion compared to her. I wore rags and had dirty smudges on my face. That lady would be referred to as a ‘city lady’. “Is there a Daisy, a Daisy Stout?” the city lady said gently. Her voice was as sweet as a harp’s sound. “Yes,” replied a nun while frowning at me. “Well I’m her aunt and I would like to take her to live with me,” the city lady said with a louder voice. “No you cannot take Daisy, even if you are her aunt,” argued the nun. The city lady’s eyes grew wider and she ordered,” Give me her, you’re not even her proper owner.” The city lady’s voice was so overpowering no one could say no to her. “Yes mam, you may take her, I will pack her bags,” the nun sighed. My lips twisted into a smile. I thought,” FINALLY, I’LL HAVE A BETTER LIFE!” But I was wrong. I didn’t know what my aunt kept in store for me.

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