The Wind

The cliff is a straight drop in to a raging river that crashes against this giant of a cliff. Someday this cliff will no longer exist except in my memory because the water will have washed it far away. The water will move this giant into the ocean where it will become a speck of dirt. Unseen and unknown. But I know this cliff and the ones before. I have seen much of the past blown away by my friend, the water.

I only wait a second before I jump off the cliff falling towards the water. I can feel the spray against me, pelting like hail but pushing up against me. I sour over my friend and it gurgles as if to say, “Hello, Wind.”

I push ahead racing the water but it has already won as we spread away and I move to the floating ship ahead. I provide a relief to the poor sailors working in the terrible heat. I bring relief, no matter how short, to them. I can’t stay for long so I circle and give them one last breath before I move on and I can hear them grumble as I leave.

I move along to the coast where it is cold and wet. I move quickly to get away so I don’t chill the people walking along the sand longer then I have to. My presence only revoked complaints even though I was trying not to freeze them.

I moved up towards the sky and into the clouds, pushing them with me. The sun warms me while I work the clouds away from the coast, to give the people below the warmth of the sun.

I gently come down to a forest and stir the leaves before settling down onto the ground. The trees block my path so I cannot move very fast but that is okay. I can take in the sights of the new plants I don’t recognize and the old ones I do. The trees sway to greet me and usher me along.

I exit the forest and come to the great cliff. It is now smaller. My friend water has been busy. I only wait a second I jump to greet the water and hear it greet me, the Wind.



Raging and the Peace

Rain poured down in buckets. Pounding my window. At least I wouldn’t have to water my plants. I watched the drops of liquid fall down the glass.

Rainbows splattered my white walls. I didn’t move as to not disturb them. They created a bliss in my mind that wasn’t there previously, like the rainbows had calming effects.

I thought for a second. My mind was calm and abnormally quiet. It was as if the storm had quieted the racing in my mind.  I felt weird because I never felt peaceful.

The storm raged on. Getting more ferocious by the minute.  The rain pounded so hard and loud I thought the glass would break. I wondered at the sheer force of this storm. It was really quite amazing how something so destructive could give me peace.

True Fantasy

To show her fantasties, will plant a seed in her heart.
To make them come true will capture her heart.

Broken Glass

I pulled the comforters up to my chin and turned to my side to fall asleep. I looked at the large snow globe on my side table. The only things on it were an alarm set for five and a the large snow globe. Inside of it were two skeletons laughing mainiaticaly and the black glitter that snowed down if you upturned it. I reached over and did just that. As the black collected at the top, I twisted the knob at the bottom. I fell into the land of nowhere listening to the annoying tinkling of the musical snow globe.

The next morning I had woken up and the snow globe was still tinkling. I didn’t think much of it, though. Instead, I went to breakfast and out the door to school.

School always seemed such a drag. But today was a good day. And that is because Randy Dowling had asked me to the school dance on Halloween. Totally a dream come true.

After that I went to my locker to get my books. I was so focused on looking at Randy’s beautiful blue eyes, chocolate-brown hair, and white teeth that I almost didn’t notice the broken snow globe on the bottom of my locker. It was large and the glass was broken on the left corner and cracks spread like lighting bolts across the top. Inside was nothing except for at the bottom was black glitter. On closer inspection it turned out to be dust. I shrugged and threw it in the trash wondering why would someone leave it there.

I was the only one home so I got straight to my homework. I was doing my math when the room began to shake. I ducked under the table but the earthquake only lasted a couple of seconds. When I came out from underneath the only thing that had been knocked over was a snow globe.

My mother collected snow globes for all seasons, holidays, events, etc. She loved Halloween. She puts up snow globes all over the house with skeletons and other creepy creatures.

I picked up the broken snow globe. There was some scattered glass but no liquid on the floor. The top of the globe looked exactly like the crack on the one I found in my locker. The little statue was missing as well.

I walked through the house checking to make sure that nothing else had been broken. Which to my surprise, nothing else was.

I walked back to the living room where my home work was. As I entered the door, I saw a shadow slip into the other room adjoining this one.

“Hello,” I called, but no one answered. So, I walked into the adjoining room, but no one was there.

Later that night, no one had spoken a word about the earth quake. Instead they all asked me about my date. (The dance was tonight.)

I was getting ready in my room that night when it happened again. The house began to shake. The walls shook and the floors rumbled. My snow globe crashed to the ground and I heard similar crashes downstairs.

I looked down the steps. All the Halloween globes had fallen to the ground, the crack pattern was the same as the others. My mother, father, and brother were in the living room unharmed staring at the mess. My mother looked up at me and called out, “Don’t worry about us, honey. Just finish getting ready.”

I nodded but got spooked, because I saw a swarm of shadows move into the other room. Wondering if I breathed in something. I was putting in my earing when I heard my door open. I turned around. In the door way was all the monsters from the snow globes.

In front was a Skeleton with a wicked grin. It’s jaw opened. A creaky voice escaped from some where. It said, “Hello.”







Below in the deep-sea,

Is a creature of mystery.

Half girl, half-fish.

A mermaid comes to the surface of a new world.

Scales of dignity glitter in the sunlight.

A tail up to her waist.

Hair down to her scaled waist.

A beauty of the ocean.

A creature of only dreams.

The Hauntings of the Theater Part 1

The night the trouble started Charlotte was in her room. She was brushing her hair when she heard a thump above her room. Going out to see if any one was hurt, she was met with an unpleasant surprise. Her father lay in a crumpled heap at the bottom of the stairs.

Apparently others had heard the noise and had come to help. Two of her father’s manservants lifted him up and took him to his room. Charlotte followed them but her mother wouldn’t let her in saying he needed rest and she should get some sleep as well.

She went to her room but she couldn’t sleep. So she decided to go back down, and when she got there, there were dishes broken all over the floor.  The maids didn’t notice her. Charlotte listened in on their gossip.

“So, I was right in front of the door and I heard that master Gillan had a brawl with a stranger. Some strange man who wasn’t part of the staff or crew!”

“Who let you in, Mira?” asked another maid.

She saw Mira  blush and decided to quit eavesdropping. Instead she climbed the steps to the top roof of the theater she lived in. Once at the top she looked for the secret entrance that lead down into the halls in the thick walls in the theater.

Those halls had been turned into rooms. She knocked on the first door. She heard him say “Come in.”

She entered and took a quick look around. The bed was covered in white comforters because it was quite cold in those walls. Paintings of roses covered the wall and what ever wasn’t covered by a picture was covered in white wallpaper. The room was basically empty except for a book shelf with many books and a man on the bed with a book in his hand and staring at her.

She walked over to him and sat down. She noticed a bleeding cut on his forehead.

“My father did get you good, didn’t he,” she said. He just nodded.

She look at a first aid box on the bed. Picking it up, she began to clean the wound. He winced.

“Sorry,” she said. He studied her eyes as she put a bandage on the wound.

She put her head back on the pillow and sighed rubbing her eyes. Her father hated Christopher. He had seen them walking together on the roof and had yelled at them. Her father had been looking for him without little success. When he did find him they would get into a rooster fight.

Christopher was bigger and much stronger so he was careful to not permanently damage her father.

She felt him shaking her shoulders. She opened her eyes and realized she must have fallen asleep. “They’re looking for you,” he told her in his deep, velvet voice. She took his hand and walked down the hall back to the secret door. When they got there, she reached on her tippy-toes and kissed his cheek.

“The Ghost” they’re calling him now. Coming only at night to bring trouble to Charlotte’s father and the whole theater.

Charlotte smiled as she walked down to the kitchen, but something was wrong. The food actually smelled good. She entered the kitchen and immediately regretted it. Wishing she could run, she walked into the kitchen. The table had two plates with steaming cakes on them; her father sat at one end of the table and there was an empty place,  one was for her.

He smiled at her. It was a triumphant smile, not a sweet one.

“We need to talk,” he said as if he’s won a long, enduring war. “I have realized that it is time to take action. You are old enough and I have taken the liberty to write to some wealthy young gentlemen to come if they would like your hand. Suitors you might say.”

“Father,” she said slowly, “I am in no way ready to get married.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Oh really,” he said. “You seem completely content with that man they call a ghost.”

“Dad,” she said in a complaining voice.

He shook his head and said in a patronized smile, “End of discussion.” He walked out of the kitchen. she sighed and looked at the food which no longer smelled so nice.

She ran back to her room and began to pace around. She had no idea of what to do.

Silently Charlotte dawned a cloak and quietly slipped into one of the trap doors hidden all over the theater. Only this one was in her room. It was a long way to his study, but she appreciated the solitary.

When Charlotte finally reached his study, I enter without knocking. It was a bad habit of mine.

Christopher was sitting at his desk. Unlike his room, this room was cluttered with papers and knick knacks. He turned at the slight squeak. She closed the door and walked over to him.

“Hi,” she said. She took the chair next to him uncomfortably.Christopher noticed her uneasiness, but only raised his eyebrows.

Suddenly a wave of fear and sadness washed over her and she put her face in her hands. A few tears betrayed her and slipped out of her eyes. Now Christopher had turned to her.

His eyes searched her in deep concern. He pulled her into his arms and rock her back and forth.

Holding on to him she whispered to him her conversation with her father. Rage soared through him like an eagle.

He looked down into her frightened eyes. He knew that he couldn’t let her go and already started making a plan.

“Don’t worry, Charlotte,” he said, her name only making his resolution stronger. “I’m not going to let anyone else have you. Just let me take care of it.”




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