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SpooksStep by step I steadily walk,
I stumble and trip; I'm such a gawk,
Dustballs gather upon the floor,
As I near the attic door.
I reach the handle as cobwebs gleam,
I wrench it open and the hinges scvream,
Bugs and spiders scuttle under my feet,
Into cracks in the wall like an insect street.
From open windows the cold air blows,
And boxes of junk the moonlight shows,
As it grows colder I begin searching,
I can hardly see but continue working.
Suddenly, everything goes black,
And I feel like ice is running down my back,
And then the sound of a ghostly rap.
'This is the voice of the spooks from war,
Who dares come a-knocking on my door?
You are not welcome; leave, leave,
Or you will be in great peril - believe, believe!'
I turn around - my voice goes high -
And look above where the spirits fly,
I do not see them but I can hear,
And that's what makes me shake with fear.
They threaten to kill me - eat me too,
They swarm around me, yelling BOO!
They start to spin, to swallow me up,
My head st
Love Hurts rantWhy am I always the best friend?
Whenever I am with any of my guy mates I always notice people glancing over, clearly thinking we're sleeping together. This annoys me in two ways. One, a girl can be good friends with a guy and nothing more yet people still seem to make judgements even if they have friends of the opposite sex. And two, while I may not want to sleep with my friends I would like a stronger relationship with someone instead of just a friendship. Unfortunately all the guys I meet only become friends, nothing more ever happens between us. I love my friends and I really wouldn't want anything to happen between us but at some point I have imagined what it would be like to be in a relationship with them. But they seem to never have that feeling. Why am I the one attracted to them but they are never attracted to me? I feel like one of those 'nice people'. You know, the ones who are good friends but not good enough for anything else. That hurts.
This non-mutual wondering of what
FearI look out my window
People cleaning cars and
hanging out their washing.
I go out in the evening
The full moon shines its light
Everything is quiet, peaceful.
My favourite place in the world
Some people find it claustraphobic
The safety I feel it gives me
Swallows others up
Drowning in the sea of green needles.
How do people fear
I fear for other people - it's
Placed right next to my love
But for myself?
Perhaps I just cannot see the
Rivalry''Okay, class. We're doing Scottish Country Dancing today and the first dance will be the Gay Gordons. Girls choice to pick the boys.''
The eleven year olds, who were standing in their usual groups of same-sex friends, slowly edged away from each other and picked a partner. Those who were too shy stood around and waited for the teacher to pair them up. This way it was less embarrassing yet always the possibility that you might get the fat kid, George, as your partner.
Ruby, usually the shy girl, instantly walked away from her friends and up to a boy called Daniel.
''You're my partner,'' she stated, claiming him.
Unfortunately for Ruby, at that very moment Daniels hand was grabbed by an old nemesis of her's. Claire!
''I think you'll find that he's my partner, actually.''
''Oh no he isn't!''
Ruby snatched up Daniel's other hand and tried to pull him away from Claire but she held on tightly, digging her heels into the wooden floor of the gym. Daniel whimpered.
New Year, New Beginnings''Happy New Year!''
A roar went up in the club as people cheered with excitement and threw themselves into the mix on the dance floor. Bodies clung together in a frenzied huddle of drunken happiness, craving the touch of other people, hugging and kissing total strangers. They shared their pleasure with everyone: it didn't matter any more.
The music came back on and the crowd screamed their approval and began to throb in time with the heavy beats. The noise reached them and forced it's way deeper and deeper, right into their very core.
Heat pounded through her skin in waves to the time of the music, forcing its way through to her bones. The organs in her body were pounding fiercely, pumping her veins with blood and adrenaline, increasing her body heat even more. The sweat conjured to cool her down was pouring down her face, trickling into her eyes so quickly she closed them and opened her other senses. The strong smell of her sweat was washed away by the heavy layer of perfume coating h
The Perfect MurderHelena Scarlet had been tailing the suspect for three hours. Or should I say watching as he had hardly moved for that time. She was crouching down behind some huge green bins in an old alleyway, listening for something that could tell her what she was doing there. She wasn't a secret agent or anything like that, but was just curious. She was following her brother, one of her closest friends. For the past two weeks or so he had been acting very oddly. She was only fifteen, he eighteen, and they still lived with their parents who were very overprotective. They both weren't allowed out past eleven pm unless they called home with a good reason. Right now it was quarter to eleven.
She peeked round the corner of the bin to check he was still there. He was. In the exact same spot, in the exact same position. She hoped it wouldn't be much longer. She was freezing and her legs were getting pins and needles. Also the bins smelt disgusting. She remembered the last ti
The Rat and the DollSome time ago there lived a Rat of fine whiskers and a finer tail who stumbled across a small porcelain Doll in a farmer's rubbish heap. Entranced by the Doll's beauty, he carried her home with him and, to the amusement of his fellow rats, instated her as his wife. Finding that she was of little assistance in his daily rambles for food, the Rat placed her upon a slight ledge of the barn in which he lived and brought her an offering of sustenance each day, as well as flowers and other pretty objects with which to enhance her loveliness.
One day the Rat returned from his foraging to find the other rats throwing pebbles at his Doll. "Stop!" he cried. "Why do you abuse my wife? What has she ever done to you?"
"She does nothing at all," said the other rats, "and that is the problem. How has she proven herself worthy of the attention you grant her, or the offerings you provide?"
"Her beauty proves her worth," claimed the Rat.
But at that moment, a gust of wind swept the Doll off her perch an
The Crane Wife
The Crane Wife
Does that bird
think of bygone times
as it flies singing...
- Princess Nukada
There on the poor man's doorstep,
an arrow biting into my wing,
I flew into the arms of decision
my cries calling clouds,
even to the brow of Moon:
I would not be this;
kindness come to me,
and songs of a different flesh,
irresistibly new. That was why,
sped to health, I fled only to return
to the poor man's doorstep
a bird no more, a woman of silk.
And how the bamboo blinds
quivered with the storms of Spring;
how Wind shook Moon in the p
Truth and FalsehoodOne day, Truth and Falsehood met at an inn, both weary from their travels. "My old friend!" cried Truth, "Come, allow me to buy you a drink." So they drank and exchanged stories of their travels. As they talked, Envy walked into the inn. Upon seeing Truth and Falsehood, Envy grew jealous of their friendship. Envy decided to find a way to make them hate each other. Now, it so happened that Greed was staying at the same inn. Envy met with Greed to form a plan. "Look at those two," Envy hissed. "They can't be friends, they never agree on anything!" Greed was only half listening. Envy knew this, but was ready for it. "Of course," Envy said softly, "we need to stop it. It is unnatural, like a bird with no flight, or a fish that can't swim." At this, Envy pulled out a bag of gold coins. Greed's heart began to race, fingers itching to just grab the bag, to caress the gold with loving fingertips. Envy smirked triumphantly, the plan was working perfectly. "Now, this is what's going to happen,"
The Black Fox
Once upon a time, in a forest where three streams merged into a small, fast-flowing river, the locals say a shadow took life in the form of a black fox.
So shiny and thick and smooth was the coat of this black fox, it was said that hunters who caught sight of her were driven mad with the desire to own her pelt.
The best hunters for miles around chased after this elusive prey, but none succeeded. Indeed, many of them chased after the fox, deep into the darkness beneath the ancient pines, and never returned. Some believe they came across misfortune. Some believe they were taken by the fox into the fairy realm. Some have even more sinister theories to relate.
In a time when the autumn was crisping the leaves and turning the air cold, a young man went into the woods to gather firewood to sustain his family through the oncoming winter.
His bow was slung across his shoulders, and he carried an axe to cut wood, but he had no intention of killing any living creatures this day, and after many l
The Worm and the Epiphany"The Worm and the Epiphany"
Alas, the worm was blind. Making its way through fertile earth, never meeting a soul, not even its own. Not knowing kith or kin, it didn't seem to bother him as, day by day, he burrowed his tedious way through mulch and mire; heeding not the dark or the cold. Not needing to ask the question that never would tire because it never grew old. He was not simply "you" -- he was "it" who did not exist.
So on and on, as often goes with a worm, it continued the clandestine tryst to turn the soil. It was what he had learned, or was born having known. Was he born -- and born to toil? -- flashed a thought in the dark. Had he not? He never thought to ask it before.
Then suddenly, the worm broke through the crust of ground! It squinted hard into a blinding light, and basked in the shade of a sunflower whose head bowed low with curiosity, and promptly doused the worm with a s
The Teacher's SuccessorOnce, at a certain time, in a village with no name there was a teacher. As he aged he knew he would need a successor to take his place when he died. He decided that his smartest student would be his successor. Of all his students, three young boys were the smartest.
One day, the teacher brought the three boys up a hill that over looked the village. On the hill were three grand, majestic trees that stood at the same height.
He assigned each boy a tree, then said, "Get rid of your trees and you must tell me who did it the right way."
The first boy ran home and brought back an axe. After a few swings the tree was cut down. "I am right because this is the way to get wood to make our homes."
The second one ran deep into the forest to a raven's nest. He took some seed from his pocket and offered it to the raven. The raven swooped down and exchanged the seed for an elixir. Running back, the second boy doused the tree with the elixir. The tree writhed then turned into a flock of swans that fle
Fable: Lion and HyenasA lion had a deep hatred of hyenas, and he would roam the savannah and ruthlessly hunt down and slaughter any that he saw. For a while, the hyenas feared him, until one brave individual rallied them all together and proclaimed that they should fight back.
The next time the lion began to maul one of the hapless animals, the others emerged from the long grass and tore at the lion's flanks. He tried to defend himself, but there were so many hyenas harrying him from all sides that he was at last forced to retreat. Covered in bites and scratches, he wandered through the plains shouting, "Help me! Those hyenas have always had it in for me!"
Men claim persecution often when they are no longer allowed to persecute.
No Country for Old CrittersBein' an owl, I reckon I see most things that other woodland folk are just too blind to see. Can't see the forest for the trees, an' all that. Mostly simple stuff, nothin' worth writin' a book about. But I seen a couple things, mind, as could make a creature ponder its rightful place in the world. I seen a rabbit once't, possessed by the devil (or an adrenal excess) who done broke the nose offen the fox what was chasin' 'im. True, it's an unusual twist to see sich a thing happen, but that weren't nothin' compared to how that same rabbit feller got his nose broke by a female what he done decided to make friendly with. Glories of nature, spring . . . phooey. March madness, that's what it is.
Now, if he's wise, a creature might take a lesson from this here yarn. Might learn somethin' how danger'll getcha most easy in your own backyard. Another might see in this story as how despite all 'pearances no one is ever truly helpless. Me, near as I can figure I jus' reckon as how women is the mos
The Flame and the MatchThe Flame and the Match
Soft as light, but as searing and torturous as love can be, the still yellow flame stumbled quietly upon her wick.
And taking note, a small matchstick leapt from his box, with no particular understanding as to why. Instead he only felt the warmth and the beauty of the small creature, of some long-sought potential that had welled up inside him, so brilliant piece of himself he had never felt before.
"Love, my dearest, we've never met," said the match, "but I must say, you are nothing if you are not gorgeous."
And the timid flame blushed, and crawled lower upon her small pedestal. "Thank you. Oh, thank you! I've wanted to hear that for so long. For though I have lived for such a small time, I have known no joy such as this. I have wanted only to burn bright, to be recognized, and to warm and adore those very souls that should ever behold my beauty. And yet, that has not happened, for I was not beautiful. Surely, if I was, they would have noticed.
"That is not true
The Widow and Dame FortuneA young widow, having just left her husbands grave, was overcome by grief as she walked and thus became lost in a forest nearby. Alone with her thoughts she grew angry at the death Fortune had given her husband so early on in life and cried out, ''Must thou be so cruel as to take innocent lives as easily as plucking a daisy from the earth?''. Upon her shout, Dame Fortune appeared to speak with the lady.
''If you believe me to be cruel then how must you feel about yourself?'', and vanished as suddenly as she came, leaving behind her a beautiful, black daisy. The widow looked with wonder upon the daisy and was so enchanted by it's beauty she plucked it from the earth to keep for herself and therefore died, as Dame Fortune had tricked her by linking her life with the daisy.
Moral: What you may find unacceptable in others you may find within yourself.
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