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A New Beginning
Read more...It was a harsh venture into the world. Something was wrong and from the safety of my mummy’s tummy I was plucked! Then with my eyes unable to bear the bright light I kept them tightly closed. They put needles in my feet which hurt and bruised but I knew they must know why and that my mother and the nurses were trying to help - I just could not understand this new world. I longed for her comfort, yet she too was in much pain, but my Dad and she comforted me. I had to wear eye pads and lie under a bright light which I learned later was to help me not become jaundiced - I do not know what that means. I was uncomfortable and confused. I longed to meet again my new brother who was so ...
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Daffodils
Read more...I wandered lonely as a Cloud That floats on high o'er vales and Hills, hen all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden Daffodils; Beside the Lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:- A Poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company: I gazed---and gazed---but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft when on my couch I lie In vacant...
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Rainy Day
Read more...Under garish pink umbrella stood a sumptuous looking lady her red lips clashed with her orange designer dress and her flamingo pink beret. In her hand was a maroon handbag and in her handbag was a caramel coloured chihuahua. Looking around she was the only star in the night sky. On the other side of the road was a bedraggled idiot holding a newspaper above his head. The soft patting of the rain splashed on the impervious metal roofs of passing by cars. Loud music was coming from the open windows of cars. She looked around and found everyone staring and turned her nose at them. A giant shroud had covered the city, the streets were empty but just a hint of sunshine managed to shine throu...
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Malamud
Read more...Malamud was a Persian. His long black hair was sleekly brushed, his deep copper eyes gleamed brightly, he was in the peak of condition. Elegant, disdainful, his authority was unquestioned, his privilege extended to all quarters of the house. Nothing was too good for Malamud. He dined on the finest foods, he did as he pleased and nothing was allowed to disturb him. Nothing that is except Timothy. Malamud lived with Mrs Jonah Sandford at her Kensington address; an honour which during the school holidays he was forced to share with Timothy, her son. It was generally considered odd that Mrs Sanford should have retained her husband’s name after he had passed away since his contributio...
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A Poem For April
Read more...This is an extract from the much longer work "The Sensitive Plant" And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest
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Poor Turkey Girl
Read more...In early times there lived a girl who was so poor that she earned her bread as a turkey-herd. Every morning she left her tumble-down home to collect the flocks of families richer than her own. She would drive them out into the plains and watch all day as they foraged among the dry grass. Sometimes she was so lonely that she talked to the birds. “How I wish that I had a pretty dress,” she would say. “And nice food, and a ribbon for my hair.” But although she was shabby, she had a kind heart and always looked after the birds in her care. Because of this, the turkeys were obedient and always came when she called. One day the girl was driving her birds out of town when they passed...
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The most exiting night ever
Read more...Dear diary, Today was rather extraordinary ! It all started when papa announced that we would be going to Mrs Bootle noses annual ball. Of corse this was an unexpected twist in events as usually me and my two younger brother are stuck at home and I feel rather left out as I miss all the shopping expeditions and new frocks. This time it was rather different. Coming back from the ball I felt very grown up, anyone would in our amazing carriage. It is a newish thing with red velvet curtains and a black horse. It rides along and everyone stares up at us as we sail past, king of the road. It wasn't quite the same though.It seemed to be in perpetual silence and I fount my self scuffing m...
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NANNI Just Imagine !
Read more...It was “Me” time on the sofa. Although, to be fair, Chloe and Jack didn’t interrupt him like they used to; those tablets were just the best investment, even their school was using them now. Mind you one could hardly get a response out of the kids, not even at meal times. “Whatever” was about the best he could hope for nowadays. The iPhone slipped gently from Mike’s grasp the light fading face down against the smooth leather of their new DFS sofa. With a start he reached down to find it. This wretched sofa! Why did he buy it? I mean they didn’t even really need it, the old one had been his parents’, familiar and homely, full of childhood memories, but then there was the offer...
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The perfect dream
Read more...You are going to bed after a tiring day , you dream.You are walking on the beach. It is nearly deserted but you can't see why.It is everything you could want in a seaside with its silky , smooth sand and shells.You paddle for a while in the seas eerie calm it's depths seeming to glow every hue of blue you've ever seen and many more besides. Despite all the colours you find that you can see to the bottom covered in shells that have never been seen before.You're sure of this because , if ever found they would be on the cover of every newspaper.They look to be made of glass and flower petals, with to much detail to be made by human hands. You pick one up and put it in your pocket to study la...
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Song On A May Morning
Read more...Now the bright morning-star, Day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire! Woods and groves are of thy dressing; Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
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Shona
Read more...When Shona lost her phone she thought that was the Worst. But there was something worse than the Worst. Because, even though she had no headphones, Shona started to hear music. Everywhere. All the time. Her entire life had somehow got itself a soundtrack. It started on the bus. She tried to share her pain with Ellie, “No tunes, no facebook, no numbers - what am I supposed to DO?” “Exactly,” said Ellie without looking up from facebook. Then the shark-attack music from Jaws came pounding through the bus. Harsh Nicole had just got on and was stomping down the walkway exactly in time to the music. At first Shona thought the bus had some stereo system of its own. It looked so funny that Sho...
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Theodore
Read more..."Do you want to see the television news?" Theodore’s wife called up to him. Theodore glanced at his watch from habit. He already knew what the time was. "Not tonight," he called back and turned again to his desk and the contemplation of theories which he could not take into the classroom with him for the benefit of his pupils. "I'll bring your coffee up in a few minutes then," "Yes, lovely." Theodore was blessed with a happy domestic life. He loved his wife, she loved him, they both loved their son and none of them had any reason to be depressed or angry. Theodore returned with interest to The Scientific American and an article on the possibilities of communication between Ear...
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Dragon
Read more...Eyes as embers and teeth as blades Friends like these are not best made With breath of fire And skin like tyre His fire-y glare Makes people despair Wings like curtains eclipse the sun Instilling fear just for fun
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Kiki The Spider's New Web
Read more...It was a clear but dewy morning in the big back garden and Reg the snail had woken up early to sing to all his favourite flowers. He munched down a gnat au chocolat for his breakfast and eased out of his shell. Reg peered across the garden at the golden forsythia by the high wooden fence, which he had always liked - and couldn't believe what he saw. He rubbed his eyes against each other (which snails can do) and ran towards the flowery bush as fast as he could, which wasn't very fast at all (snails can't run - only slide) but he got there after a few minutes. Reg inspected closely what he had seen: from the golden forsythia to next door's high wooden fence was a big spider's web. T...
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Bee Ditty
Read more...Amongst the flowers you'll see me A little worker bee - tee-hee Buzzing, buzzing merrily Working hard but fancy-free Drinking the nectar mmm! yummy Until it fills my special tummy Designed to help me make the honey Golden in colour and often runny We work for our Queen Who is seldom seen I tell her about where I have been And describe the scene The wonderful flowers In all the bowers Blue Cornflowers And sunflowers The hive is our home It has no dome It is filled with honey-comb But I love to roam
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IF
Read more...If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves ...
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Dear Wolf
Read more...Dear Wolf, You ought to be ashamed of yourself and your disgraceful behaviour. You are nothing but a big bad bully! Your mother would be ashamed of you! We little pigs are just trying to find a cosy home to live in and you cruelly placed obstacles along every inch of our path. As one of God's fine creatures yourself, you should know better! There are many crimes of which you are guilty: damaging public property, farmyard robbing and domination of those most vulnerable. How would you like it if a big bad pig waddled to your house one day and destroyed it? Many people have been terrified by you. Can we just point out that you have destroyed two of our little friends, the boy who cried...
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The Underwater City
Read more...My dear reader, I must tell you this true story of what happened to me a long, long time ago when I was ten years old in Romania, a country far, far away in Eastern Europe. Our art teacher came in one day and announced to the class that a nation-wide competition was being launched for children to create an original design for the City of the Future "Year 2000". I should tell you that this was the very first time I realised that I was free to imagine whatever I wished to see be built in the future! It was a turning point for me to discover that I could dream out anything at all! It was exciting, my dear friend, to feel 'free'...and it took me some time to calm down before get...
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As You Travel
Read more...May the way be smooth before you The skies shine clear above you The wind be always at your back May you have fire bright to warm you Good friendships to cheer you Food to break your fast May you have work for your hands Books to nourish your mind Music to lift your soul
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Birthday Celebration
Read more...Once each year for my birthday celebration, I conjure up a taste sensation, A cake with tubs of frothy cream, That is the confection of my dream. After a while I decided to bake, A deliciously succulent red velvet cake, From the oven a heaven aroma drifts, My taste buds tingle and my heart lifts. The divine cake looked all golden brown, And I smothered on an icing crown, As I showered sprinkle here and there, I iced my name with special care. The sponge of the cake looked moist and luscious, The cake stood creamy and exquisite and luxurious The sponge so sweet and enticing, Then looks royal with its mantle of icing. I scatter the many colour...
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Viper
Read more...Once upon a time in a town plentiful with tomatoes lived a young snake called Viper. She was born in the company of an evil brother called Danger. He had laser eyes and X-Ray specs so that he could steal gold from anywhere. One day Viper met a familiar looking snake and they had a fight. Viper slithered so fast around Danger that he couldn't see her and he got dizzy. Then Danger used his laser eyes but Viper was too lively. Danger began to use his X-Ray specs to see inside her. He realised she was too quick for him so he went home and she went home. They realised who they both were and Viper tried to get Danger away from her Dad. Her Dad's reaction was to get say "you are brother and sist...
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A Second Christmas ?
Read more...You might at first think that the idea of celebrating Christmas twice is crazy, though the more thought I give it, the more I can see its many merits. We are all so busy that twelve months can flash by in the blink of an eye and this is one reason why each six months is a necessity. Imagine the delight painted on a child's face when they hear the announcement that there was going to be another Christmas! This could raise concerns about Santa's workload. However we could employ an army of helpers, just think of all the work it should create for the unemployed. Increased spending on gifts can only be good for the economy as retail profits soar- from my point of view this is a "win-win" s...
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Bed In Summer
Read more...In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people's feet Still going past me in the street. And does it not seem hard to you, When all the sky is clear and blue, And I should like so much to play, To have to go to bed by day?
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Boo
Read more...Once upon a time there lived a panda called Boo. Boo didn't like the city. In fact he didn't like to be anywhere near cities. Boo had a very big tummy which he used to play-fight with the squirrels nearby. They were always careful when they play-fought even though sometimes Boo thought that was too boring. One day the squirrels tried to tell Boo to stop play-fighting and so that is when they saw the biggest tree in the forest and it looked like a ready-made home. They all stared at the tree because it was so beautiful and original. They all wanted to live there and so there was a race to see who would get to the tree first. They drew. One of the squirrels abruptly had an idea. The i...
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Knight of the Golden Goose [UNFINISHED ...]
Read more...Litrasaurus has a challenge, and he needs your help ! Dodo found this long, lost story, written by somebody called John R, which he then sent to Litrasaurus hoping to save it from extinction. The only thing is that the story is unfinished. Neither Dodo nor Litrasaurus know who John R was (you never know he might even have been a king, because Kings and Queens always write their name with an ‘R’ after it); what they do know is that John’s wish was that the story should have a happy ending. Litrasaurus has thought long and hard about how to fulfil Johns’ wishes, before he realised, of course, he could ask YOU to work on the story and give it a happy ending ! Once upon a t...
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Radiant
Read more...The radiant sun stretched down its golden fingers and crept beneath my curtain, cascading onto my carpet. As the sun touched my soft, pale forehead I leaned out of bed. It was almost calling me to stand in its' light and absorb its saffron glory. I was reluctant to leave the suns shimmering power when my mum called "Get ready! We're going to the park!" This got me moving, in a few short seconds I had scrambled downstairs, to wait for my mum. As I stepped out of the glossy black door it was like stepping into a canvas splashed with cobalt, gilt yellow, and vibrant green and lots of other luxurious colours. When I arrived with my mum I couldn't resist the temptation to just stand a...
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The Pony and The Crystal
Read more...Once upon a time there was a crystal that everybody wanted but could not find. Once a pony named Millie was trotting by when it found the crystal, she bit it and took it home to her owner. The owner was bursting with delight - she had found the crystal. The crystal was kept on the ponies collar and if anyone tried to steal the crystal they would end up in their grave. One day a robber stabbed the pony in the back and stole the crystal, the pony died straight after. Ever since the pony died if anyone tried to take something from the owners house they would hear the horse's scream when the robber stabbed her and then they would end up in the same place as where the robber stabbed her. The e...
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Summer Evening
Read more...The sandy cat by the Farmer’s chair Mews at his knee for dainty fare; Old Rover in his moss-greened house Mumbles a bone, and barks at a mouse. In the dewy fields the cattle lie Chewing the cud ‘neath a fading sky; Dobbin at manger pulls his hay: Gone is another summer’s day.
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Pig Chef
Read more...Butter-yellow sun shone down on the baking hay of Chestnut Farm. Crackles, a flesh-pink pig, spent his time in a jagged, cosy, muddy pen. Opposite, dwelled Chick Pea; a feathered, comical hen with a fantastically razor-sharp beak. To her left was Gallon, an extremely proud black and white cow whose milk had a taste like gold. Farmer Beefy was a middle aged man, of middling height and middling weight, who always slept in the middle of his bed. One night, after he had thrown his animals their nightly food, Crackles, Chick Pea and Gallon held an important gathering. “ We’re all getting bored stiff of this food!” clucked Chick Pea “I’ve had enough of these revolting meals!” mooed Gal...
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An Old Seaman's Song
Read more...Life is a river and man is the boat That over its surface is destined to float And joy is the cargo so easily stored That he is a fool that takes trouble on board We all have our taste of the ups and the downs As fortune dispenses her smiles and her frowns O, may we not hope of its frowning today That tomorrow she'll lend us the light of her ray I would not that man without caution should steer Through the quick-sands , the rocks that encircle us here Be honour his compass, the magnet his breast Let him stand to truth's cause to fate leave the rest There is plenty of sunshine, then why choose the shade? Half of the trouble that comes o'er us our own fears have made Then go...
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