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Forest
Black night on All Hallows’ Eve
Blighted creatures; wretched spirits
Loose this night with all mankind
Rustle of leaves behind me.
It is the wind.
The journey is not long
I’ve made it in safe daylight, yet
Never at dead midnight have I walked
Who else roams here this night?
No one but myself alone.
My lantern is bright
But outside its glow I have no eyes
What is that beyond my light?
Fingers reaching from the trees.
Only branches dancing for the breeze.
And what noise was that?
More than zephyr in the leaves
A step, most surely
Of man or beast
I quick step, pause
Slow walk.
I’m not afraid.
Why dared I venture out this night?
My lantern flickers, falters, fails
Too frightened to go forward
Yet I fear to turn back
What will become of me?
Alone on All Hallows’ Eve.
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
Picture Perfect
Magpie Tale 141
Jessie sat in the car and glared at the rain. When she had agreed to come with her brother to pick up his fiancé Crystal, she’d been excited. Jessie had been dreaming of winning the Annual Holden Photo contest since she was seven and Crystal’s parent’s house was picturesque. The perfect place to snap a prize-winning photo. But now the rain was messing up her perfect picture plans, which meant she’d spent four hours in a car driving up and had a another four hours back all for nothing.
The rain hurtled down uncaring; as her brother, Ethan, carefully drove up the long drive to the house. Jessie gazed longingly at the old turrets covered in ivy, almost impossible to see in the rain. Ethan jumped out, as oblivious to the rain as the rain was to Jessie’s plans. Crawling into the back seat, she had to smile. Ethan would make a good husband. Crystal came flying out of the house and into Ethan’s arms. She at least had brought an umbrella, but somehow it slipped from her grasp. They kissed, and suddenly Jessie couldn’t move fast enough.
Out came her camera and she nearly dropped it in her haste as she started snapping pictures. Ethan and Crystal were indignant when they realized what was going on, but Jessie didn’t care. She had her prize-winning photo after all.
Jessie sat in the car and glared at the rain. When she had agreed to come with her brother to pick up his fiancé Crystal, she’d been excited. Jessie had been dreaming of winning the Annual Holden Photo contest since she was seven and Crystal’s parent’s house was picturesque. The perfect place to snap a prize-winning photo. But now the rain was messing up her perfect picture plans, which meant she’d spent four hours in a car driving up and had a another four hours back all for nothing.
The rain hurtled down uncaring; as her brother, Ethan, carefully drove up the long drive to the house. Jessie gazed longingly at the old turrets covered in ivy, almost impossible to see in the rain. Ethan jumped out, as oblivious to the rain as the rain was to Jessie’s plans. Crawling into the back seat, she had to smile. Ethan would make a good husband. Crystal came flying out of the house and into Ethan’s arms. She at least had brought an umbrella, but somehow it slipped from her grasp. They kissed, and suddenly Jessie couldn’t move fast enough.
Out came her camera and she nearly dropped it in her haste as she started snapping pictures. Ethan and Crystal were indignant when they realized what was going on, but Jessie didn’t care. She had her prize-winning photo after all.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
The Dragon's Treasure
Magpie Tale 140
The sleeping dragon stirred, blowing out faint whispers of flame. For a moment they lighted up the cave, causing the stalactites to cast brief shadows. The waters in the pool glinted once. Then the flames rolled on; over the gold coins from different ages and to the part of the cave the dragon had dubbed the New Section.
The dragon was not overly fond of the treasure in the New Section. The flames found soft white and green leaf-like rectangles, soft and flimsy. Burnable. With a delighted flicker the fire took hold and burned. A blaze sprung up, showering the cavern with light. The cave was small; the dragon took up most of the room with his tail dipping into the pond. The pool shone deep blue-green in the center, yellowing at the edges and smelling of rotted eggs. The fire happily blackened the cave wall causing painted deer, the work of men thousands of years before to disappear. Smoke drifted among the stalactites, painting the ceiling, then curled down around the dragon’s nose.
The dragon snorted and finally woke. With a hiss of annoyance he peered about the cave. The treasure of the New Section was destroyed. The dragon growled in disgust. These modern humans were crazy. Burnable money. What would they think of next? He watched awhile as the light danced along his gold. Then swishing his tail, the dragon swatted the glowing treasure into the pool. The light vanished, and the dragon resumed his sleep. There was nothing left to be seen.
The sleeping dragon stirred, blowing out faint whispers of flame. For a moment they lighted up the cave, causing the stalactites to cast brief shadows. The waters in the pool glinted once. Then the flames rolled on; over the gold coins from different ages and to the part of the cave the dragon had dubbed the New Section.
The dragon was not overly fond of the treasure in the New Section. The flames found soft white and green leaf-like rectangles, soft and flimsy. Burnable. With a delighted flicker the fire took hold and burned. A blaze sprung up, showering the cavern with light. The cave was small; the dragon took up most of the room with his tail dipping into the pond. The pool shone deep blue-green in the center, yellowing at the edges and smelling of rotted eggs. The fire happily blackened the cave wall causing painted deer, the work of men thousands of years before to disappear. Smoke drifted among the stalactites, painting the ceiling, then curled down around the dragon’s nose.
The dragon snorted and finally woke. With a hiss of annoyance he peered about the cave. The treasure of the New Section was destroyed. The dragon growled in disgust. These modern humans were crazy. Burnable money. What would they think of next? He watched awhile as the light danced along his gold. Then swishing his tail, the dragon swatted the glowing treasure into the pool. The light vanished, and the dragon resumed his sleep. There was nothing left to be seen.
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