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Poem - Winterworld

Posted by K on January 16, 2013 at 6:05 PM Comments comments (0)

Hi!

This next poem, Winterworld, was inspired by a night scene I saw yesterday with snow falling in the darkness. Enjoy!


Snow falls

Gently

Littlespecks tumbling

To theearth below.

Sometimeslit up by dim streetlights

But mostlyswallowed up by the blackness

Of thenight.

 

The onlynoises are

A distantdog barking at the sky

The carsreplying as they roar through silent streets

And thesnow

Driftingdown

Like piecesof the stars and the clouds

Or tinyworks of art

Made byangels.

 

The streetssleep

Dreaming

Ofsugarplums and soft blankets

Of fluffyclouds and gentle cushions

Of thepeaceful winterworld

Outside.

The snowweaves a lullaby

That rocksthe city

To sleep.

 

Listen.


- K ;)

Poem - Yellow

Posted by K on January 11, 2013 at 6:40 PM Comments comments (0)

Hi!

I love writing free-verse poems to describe things in a new way. I will share several of my poems with you! My first poem is called Yellow. Enjoy!


What is yellow?

 

Yellow lookslike a small child:

Small andinnocent

Easilyoverlooked

Yet lighting upthe world with its brightness

And comfortingall who see it…

 

Yellow lookslike the early morning:

When you sit andwatch the sun rise

Warming the airand casting patterns over the ground

Making the worldcome alive again…

 

Yellow soundslike summer:

Bees buzzing

Childrenlaughing

Birds singing

Ice cream truckbells ringing…

 

Yellow feelsgentle and warm

Like the perfectday

Not too hot, nottoo cold

With a smallbreeze

And the sunchasing the clouds away…

 

Yellow feelsfuzzy

Sort of like ashort-haired cat’s fur

Or a well-lovedblanket

Or peach fuzz…

 

Yellow smellslike fresh banana muffins

Just out of theoven

Filling thehouse with a sweet scent

That lingers inall the rooms…

 

Yellow smellslike candy:

Lemon candies

Jolly Ranchers

Those lollipopsthat you used to get at the dentist

When you weresmall…

 

Yellow tasteslike a sundae:

Vanilla icecream

Chocolate sauce

And ripebananas;

The kind ofsundae that you enjoy with family and friends

After a longday…

 

Yellow tasteslike fresh fruit juice:

The kind thatcontains

Apples andoranges

And peaches andstrawberries

And bananas andblueberries

And sweetpineapple…

 

Yellow ishappiness.

Yellow iscomfort.

Yellow is sweet,simple love.

 


- K :)

Short Story - The Flying Weasel

Posted by K on January 1, 2013 at 8:30 PM Comments comments (0)

Hi!

I wrote this piece for a school assignment. My friends, parents, asiblings, and teachers all loved, and I hope you do too!

By the way - if you read this and have a suggestion that could cmake it even better, then don't hesitate to tell me! Whether it's a tiny spelling error or a major plot twist, I will take any comments into consideration when writing my next masterpiece. Just make sure your critscism is the good kind, or otherwise I won't listen! (And yes, I will explain the difference soon!)

And now, without further ado, here is my short story - The Flying Weasel.


I couldn’t decide. Did I really need an apprentice? She did drive me crazy sometimes. Also, I was still quite young, and could wield a wand and mix apotion just fine, thank you. But then again, maybe I wasn’t so young. My five hundredth birthday was approaching, and even for a witch, that was fairly old. What wouldI do once I retired? I had no idea what to do, and that surprised me. I usuallyhad all the answers, but this time I had none.

   And then… there was that day. Ah, yes. I canrecall every detail of that day, as though it was only yesterday that theFlying Weasel Incident took place in my workshop.

   It began like any other day. Luna, myapprentice, spilled a fruit potion, and although I mostly cleaned it up, thefloor now smelt strongly of mangoes. The magic carpets were running wild aroundthe house, and I hadn’t had time to comb my hair. I was grumpy, sore, and tiredafter wrestling a carpet to the ground. Just as I was sitting down with a colddrink to read my book, the doorbell rang.

   “Luna, can you answer that?” I yelled frommy study.

   I heard some murmuring from the front hall.Strange. Usually, customers came inside right away, so this must be someonedifferent. But who?

   Luna came back. “It’s an inspector from theAcademy. He’s here to see your workshop,” she said.

   “What?!” I said, startled. “The inspectionisn’t for another week at least!”

   Luna shrugged. “Tell that to him. Good luck.Should I just stay with the carpets in the back room?”

   “Yes, please.” I fiddled with my hairhurriedly, wishing for the hundredth time that I had had time to comb it, and,with a deep breath, came to the door.

   A young man stood there, trying to lookofficial. “I am from the Arkadia Magic Academy. I will be inspecting yourworkshop today.” Without waiting for a reply, he pushed past me and saunteredinto the shop.

   “Begging your pardon, sir,” I said, “butaccording to the academy standards, you must be at least four hundred years oldto be authorized to perform an inspection, and you don’t look a day over twohundred and fifty.”

   He sniffed. “Times have changed, MissValariqa. Now the laws state that you only need approval from the currentheadmaster of the academy. Oh, and by the way, do you know what a hairbrushis?”

   I blinked in surprise. “Excuse me?”

   Already, he was in the next room. His nosewrinkled at the smell of the mangoes, and he scribbled something on aclipboard. “You should really change your décor, Miss Valariqa. It is quite outof date.”

   I was disliking this man more every second.First he insulted me, and then he criticized my décor. No inspector wasauthorized to do that! What was going on?

   Thecurrent headmaster must be insane, I decided.

   Just then, Henry floated into the room. Whenhe saw the inspector, he squealed with delight, and swooped towards the man,knocking him over.

   “Henry!” I scolded. “Bad carpet! I told youto stay in the back with the others!” Henry squeaked innocently.

   “Why did your carpet attack me?” theinspector scowled, eyeing both me and Henry with suspicion.

   “He was just trying to play!” I protested.“He’s young! He doesn’t know better!”

   “Well, he should,” muttered the man. BeforeI could stop him, he had whipped out his wand and conjured a huge whip. Heswung it, striking poor Henry directly on the back.

   Henry gave an ear-piercing shriek. Wailingwith pain, he zoomed around the room twice and disappeared behind a wall.

   I stood there, my mouth open. This horribleman had just whipped my poor carpet, and a baby one at that! I wanted to argue,and possibly turn him into something nasty, but figured that would get me ineven more trouble.

   The inspector put away his wand. “You needto better train your carpets, Miss Valariqa” he said, fixing me with anaccusing glare. “It’s never too early to start disciplining them. Now pleasecome into your potions lab for the first test.”

   By now, I was fuming, but I gritted my teethand followed him into the lab.

   For the first test, I was instructed to makea simple strength potion. I knew the procedure by heart, so I had finished thepotion within ten minutes. When I was finished, he leaned over and inspected it.

   “Overdone,” he said simply, scribbling inhis awful clipboard.

   “What?” I was sure that I had followed theformula perfectly.

   He snapped his clipboard shut. “You boiledit for one minute. The formula calls for fifty-five seconds.”

  Sowhat? I screamed angrily at him inside. Areal inspector wouldn’tpenalize me for one tiny mistake on a potion!

   I was practically in tears. Usually I didn’tlet anyone get me hot under the collar, but this awful man was humiliating me –and while doing an inspection! I was ten seconds away from turning him into acan of fabric dye and feeding him to Henry.

   “That was a very simple potion,” he went on.“I’m surprised that you failed to craft a suitable one. You may be known as apotion master in these parts, but you certainly have not impressed me. You havefailed the first test.”

   What? Hehad failed me? I made one tiny mistake on a potion, and he failed me?

   “Now, please go to your personal library forthe second test, Miss Valariqa,” he said, smiling smugly at me.

   But I had had enough. Angrily, I said, “Excuseme for a moment,” and ran from the room.

   “You cannot leave in the middle of aninspection!” I heard him shout behind me. “That will result in an automaticfailure!”

   I ignored him. I burst into my room andslammed the door. Then I sank to the floor and wept with rage and humiliation.Never in all my life had I felt so frustrated. I wanted to hop on a broomstickand fly far away from this horrific man and never return as long as he lived.

   I tried to keep my sobbing to a reasonablevolume level, but I must have been quite loud, because I heard the door openand heard Luna come in. When she saw me, she gasped.

   “Miss? What on earth is the matter?” I heardher say, shocked to see me in tears.

   “It’s– it’s that horrible man!” I burst out. “He failed me!”

   Luna was appalled. “He – he failed you?”

   I sniffed. “Yes, he failed me on the firsttest, and he whipped Henry! And then he said that my hair was like a rat’snest, and asked if I knew what a hairbrush was, and – “

   “What?!” Luna let out a shriekthat shook the whole workshop. I saw the furious look in her eyes. I had seenthat look before, and I knew that it meant trouble.

   “Well, not in those exact words – “I said,desperately trying to calm her down.

   But once Luna had that look in her eyes,there was no stopping her. “He insulted you! I can’t believe it! Why, thatno-good, dirty, maggot-infested glob of dwarf earwax! He’ll pay for this!” sheseethed, storming out of the room. I heard her stomp down the stairs and swingopen the door to my library.

   For a moment, there was silence.

   Then I heard, “WHAT’S THE BIG IDEA, YOU BIG,FAT, REVOLTING BUCKET OF GORILLA PEE?”

   “Oh, cafuzzle,” I muttered, running down thestairs as fast as I could. Once Luna got going, her temper would explode withas much force as a nuclear bomb – and cause twice as much destruction.

   But I was already too late. I peeked aroundthe door, and there she was – looking angrier than I’d ever seen her before.The heat of her glare was enough to make you go up in flames.

   I glanced at the inspector. He lookedslightly unhinged, and considerably less cocky. He was doing his best to coverit up, though.

   “And just who,” he said, desperately tryingto look unruffled by her insults, “might you be?”

   “I am Luna, apprentice to Mistress Valariqa,sir,” she hissed, “and I have a bone to pick with you, you PIG-FACED,SMELLY PAIL OF TROLL SNOT!”

   The inspector was quite taken aback. “Excuseme?”

   “Oh, I see,” said Luna, with an annoyinglittle smirk on her face. “You can dish it out, but you can’t take it, huh,mister?” She folded her arms, trying her best to look intimidating and doing agood job.

   The man had regained some of his formercomposure. “I am an inspector of the Arkadia Magic Academy, and you will notspeak to me that way!”

   Luna was undeterred. “You can say or do whateveryou want to me, but it won’t change anything. You have insulted my master, andyou, sir, are not going to get away with it.”

   “So I can do whatever I want to you, huh?”the inspector muttered. Hidden behind the door, I watched in horror as hereached for his wand and began to murmur a curse.

   Luna was in danger! Quickly, I reached formy wand, getting ready to jump into a duel.

   But before I could do anything – before Icould evenlay a finger on my wand - Luna’s wand was out, and she was holding itto the throat of the man, pinning him to the wall.

   “So you want to duel now, huh?” shewhispered dangerously. The terrified man could only squeak in reply.

   Luna took that as a yes. “So duel with THIS,YOU REPULSIVE BAG OF FESTERING WALRUS POOP!” she yelled. “ALAKAFAZONAQA!”

   “Oh, no…” I whispered faintly as I heard a PAF! and saw pillars of green and purplesmoke drift out of the room.

   For a moment, there was silence.

   Then I heard a CRASH! And a BANG! And Isaw a small brown and white thing whizz past my hiding spot.

   Idon’t want to know. I don’t want to know. I don’t want to know… I repeatedover and over to myself. But really, I did want to know what Luna had done tothat horrible inspector.

   So I peeked inside the room, and wasinstantly greeted with total pandemonium.

   Glass vials lay smashed on the floor. Paperswere scattered all over the room, most of them shredded. Chairs and sofas wereoverturned. Shelves were toppled. At least fifteen of my spell books werecompletely wrecked.

   In the centre of the room was Luna. She wastwirling her wand and sending something flying around the room in circles, crashinginto everything in its way.

   I looked closely at the small brown thing.If I looked closely, I could see small beady eyes, a furry, skinny body, smallpaws… A weasel!

   A weasel. My apprentice, Luna, had justturned an inspector from the Academy into a weasel. And now she was making himfly around the room, destroying everything.

   Cafuzzle,I thought again as he whizzed by the door, making noises that sounded notunlike the ones Henry made. This day justkeeps getting better and better.

   Apparently, Luna was getting bored of thisgame, because she transfigured the terrified inspector back into a man, makinghim plummet to the ground with a THUMP!As the man tried to get up, she pointed the wand at him and growled, “Now getyour vile sack of bones out of here, and don’t you dare ever come back, younasty, evil, rotting sack of kangaroo vomit!”

   The man didn’t need to be told twice. Hejumped up, grabbed his clipboard, hopped on his broomstick, and zoomed away asfast as he could, not looking back even once.

   Once he was gone, Luna suddenly noticed mestanding in the doorway.

   There was an awkward pause. She slowlylooked around the room, noticing for the first time the broken glass on thefloor, the scattered books, the overturned furniture, and the huge mess.

   “Hello, miss,” she said sheepishly. “I gotrid of the inspector.”

   “I can see that,” I said dryly. There wasanother awkward pause.

   “Excuse me,” I said, walking from the room.Luna looked nervously at my retreating figure, probably wondering how I wasgoing to punish her.

    I went into the bathroom and locked thedoor. Then I sat down on the toilet and laughed so hard that I cried. Thelaughs shook my body and made my sides ache, which made me feel both irritatedand happy at the same time, which confused me so much that I laughed evenharder.

   Finally, I managed to get myself undercontrol. I went back to the study where

Lunawas waiting.

   “Luna,” I said, “I am very disappointed inyou.”

   Luna suddenly became very interested in thecarpet, staring down at it intently.

   “You have destroyed my study,” I went on,“wrecked some of my most valuable possessions, and gotten us both in bigtrouble with the Academy.”

   Luna didn’t say anything, for once.

   “So tomorrow, first thing in the morning…” Isaid, looking at her sternly, “…I am taking you to the Alley to get you thatmagic carpet you’ve been wanting.”

   Luna looked up at me in disbelief. “I’msorry, miss. There must be something in my ear. I thought I heard you say youwere taking me to buy a pet carpet of my own.”

   “Your hearing is perfectly fine, Luna. Thatwas one of the finest transfiguration spells I’ve ever seen. And,” I smiled,“that was hilarious. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so hard. Thank you, Luna.”

   Luna beamed back up at me. She giggled.

   I giggled.

   She laughed.

   I laughed.

   Suddenly, we were lying there, on the floor,laughing so hard that tears were streaming down our faces. Our sides ached, butwe didn’t care. We laughed and laughed, until it felt like we could dielaughing without even realizing it. Every time it looked like we had calmeddown, Henry, who had floated back into the room to see what all the noise wasabout, would make a squeaking noise just like a weasel and set us off again.

   At last, we were lying on the floor, wipingaway tears, sides heaving, giggling like mad. And that’s when I realized it.

   In this world, you can’t go on alone. Youneed someone who has your back, just as much as you have theirs. You needsomeone who you can confide in, cry to, and laugh with. You need someone who,when trouble comes knocking, turns that trouble into a ferret and sends itpacking.

   Luna is that someone. I’m sure of it. Ican’t possibly send her away. She may drive me crazy, but she also teaches methings that I could never learn otherwise. I need her – and I think she needsme too.

   When I bought Luna a magic carpet of her ownthe next day, I also went to the Apprentice Office and confirmed Luna as myapprentice for the next hundred years. Both purchases left me feeling happy.

   The Flying Weasel Incident, as it was dubbedby Luna, is now famous among the inhabitants of our workshop. The baby carpetsalways want me to tell the story when it’s their bedtime. Luna is fond oftelling it to visitors while they wait for a potion. And even now, whenever Isee a weasel, or a picture of one, I can’t help but smile as I remember thatday when my apprentice proved herself as my friend.


I hope you enjoyed my short story! I will post more writing soon!

- K :)