Short Stories

Writing a poem is harder than it looks

It involves some skill, some talent

or maybe it doesn't

who

am I to know?

Try writing a story, a sad story,

a happy one

Center it and change it to a

lyrical prose

Then poof

You have a

poem

The wind rustled through the trees, and leaves whipped past me. As I watched them struggle through the air, I felt something. A presence. Nearby. I turned slowly, peering around the small, wooden area. The trees stared back, hard and cold.

"Hello?" I called out, my voice whipped away by the wind. "Anybody there?"

"Child." I heard a long, low voice seep out from a crack in the bark of a nearby tree. I swallowed and walked out. I carefully rounded the trees.

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!” I repeated to myself snidely. “This has to be the stupidest ritual ever.”

I didn’t bother trying to deal with the mess attached to my scalp. You try to comb thirty odd feet of dark brown stuff while it clearly does not want to be tamed! It was already braided anyway, but the easier to climb the better. The last Rapunzel actually had climbing gear woven into her hair to get her prince up the side of this cursed tower!

I stare down at the 'delete' button on my keyboard. The word flashes up at me, bright white on dark black. What would I like to delete? Well, lets start with my annoying older sister, my evil old cat that likes to eat my hair, homework, my strict teacher Mr.Bushwell and this stupid assignment.

"Sammy, it's time for dinner. Haven't you finished your homework yet?" My mother's sharp voice cuts the air like a knife.

"Hey!" I shrieked as snow hits me hard in the head- in the form of a snowball. "I'll get you for that!"     I scoop up as much snow as I can carry and pack it into a firm ball shape. I slowly move around my snow wall, eyeing the enemy. With a loud warrior yell, I hurl the snow in his direction. It comes raining down on his head, and I laugh. Heck, I don't just laugh; I snort, I squeal, I giggle, I chuckle and I snicker. Then I roll around in the snow for a while, still laughing all the while.

Mortification

His bear was the only remaining ally in his life. His family and friends had deserted him and he had nothing left, except for Grizzly. He named his bear Grizzly because it reminded him of hunting trips with his father so long ago.

An after life. A life after your original life. I was glad I still had an after life, I mean, I was a retired clown. No joke. All the kids loved me, I was known as ‘Silly Susie’. I know- cheesy, right?

Meeting Mom