Author: Aubrey Carr
You know, there are a lot of websites out there. Websites and blogs. All together there is probably as many as there are people. There is no reason why you should like this one better than any others, unless you are like me. After all, all the stories and drawings posted are by me, therefore I must have thought them good enough to post. So if you like them, and think they are good, then you must be like me. I hope you enjoy the goofy poems, the serious poems, the stories, and drawings on here. Thank you!
A Town, a club, a mystery; who knew that the latter could bring so much trouble. Who knew that the club of teenagers would get into something so involved with the fate of the world.
The writer paused and looked out the window of his RV to see the remains of the town where he had stopped.
What were buildings were now piles of rock, wood, and rubble. Bodies lay across the remains of what used to be a street. The few survivors were wandering around, lifting wood to salvage what could be used from the remains of their homes. Everywhere he looked there was destruction and sadness.
Nothing will ever be the same again.
Has your life ever been full of question marks? Such as “What is my next meal going to be?” “Where am I going to sleep tonight?” “Where am I going to live?” or “Why is this happening to me?”?
Lillian Brown is a girl of only 12 years and has already asked herself these questions so many times. Her home was destroyed in a fire two months ago- The same fire that killed her family- and she has to go live in an orphanage. But, during the time of the Great Depression she knows that the orphanage can only feed a limited number of mouths. So, thinking that in leaving she would make things easier for the orphanage, she sets out with the orphanage’s camping tent, her blanket, and a small amount of food, to make her own way in the world.
This is her story.
“Adrienne.” The name was spoken with hatred, “She was the reason the fairies starved. For a whole winter we scavenged food in the forest like we were wild animals. I insist that she is not allowed back into the Fairy Realm.” One speaker said from the jury, sitting back down after his speech.
“It was an accident, and anyway, that was twelve centuries ago. We did agreed that after she served her time as a human we would discuss letting her back in. What happened is over and done with, and though it was a harsh winter, we learned to find food for ourselves in the bleakest of colds, fend off predators, and avoid humans. I’d say that she’s earned her pardon twice over.” Countered a fair, middle aged fairy who was the positive in this debate, “Now now, Blackwing we all know that you suffered more than any of us that winter. But I do think it is over and done with. At the time Adrienne was a young, naive fairy and it wasn’t her fault the squirrel got into our winter supplies.”
“She left the door open!” Blackwing protested.
“Listeners!” Shouted the judge, “You have heard both the negative and positive sides of the case. You have ten minutes to chose who you vote for. Those of you who have decided are welcome to attempt in changing a fellow fairy’s view, but there will be no bribing, or blackmail. Do you understand?” A murmur of “Yes mam” and “Of course” issued from the twenty-one Listeners.
The ten minutes passed in quiet conversation among the Listeners. Most were positive, but the negative were quick and persuasive. The odds had about evened when the bell rang to signal that the ten minutes were over.
“Now, Listeners, please step into the middle of the room.” The judge said. The command was carried out. “Those who are in favor in Adrienne coming back into the fairy realm go to the left side of the room, those in disregard of the idea, to the right.
There was much shuffling and shifting about in the center of the room, but soon a portion of the Listeners were on the left, and a portion on the right. Two counters were sent out into the groups, one would count the negative group, write down the number, and then count the positive group, the other would do the same. The numbers were compared, and the verdict was announced.
“Thank you all for coming, the final verdict is……..”
Snowflakes fall on black umbrellas.
Grey stones dot the field.
Tears fall frozen to the ground,
Relief my heart won’t yield.
I look upon the cheerful white of snowflakes falling merry,
Dancing down from the sky as if they have no worry.
I look up at the clouds so light with scattered sunlight shining,
And wonder why they don’t turn dark and start their heartfelt crying.
Why do they not turn dark and rain down heaven’s tears?
Why do they not hide the sun as it cruelly leers?
Icy claws squeeze my heart and it’s not from the cold.
I wish I could once again my dear loved one hold.
And when the bugle played it’s song,
Even the strongest could not stay strong.
Why don’t the clouds turn dark and rain down heaven’s tears?
Is it to much to ask that they hide the sun that leers?
Then the coffin is lowered, and covered with soft dirt,
I truly didn’t think that this much one could hurt.
I look up at the too bright sky,
Asking it one question,“Why?”
Why did this have to happen to one who for us always fears?
Why can you not turn dark and rain down heaven’s tears?
Yesterday’s horses were wild and free,
Today’s horses are coming to me,
Tomorrow’s horses’ll be tired and old,
But my imaginary horse will always roam through the wonders untold.
I hitch my backpack up on my shoulders looking in… what? Sheer terror?… at the school in front of me. It’s not like it was a haunted house or something. It was a plain, brown, one-story brick building. Yet I dread going inside. Part of the reason I dread going into the school is because it is Jr. High. I think everybody is nervous on the first day at Jr. High, it’s one giant step and it separates you from the “kiddo” group and puts you closer to the adult group.
The other part of the reason I do not want to go inside is because I have never been to a public school before. I’ve been homeschooling from kindergarten to sixth grade, and I would have continued, but my mom had just had a baby and decided that teaching a stubborn 7th grader and trying to take care of the baby was not a good idea.
So here I am.
Unlike what most people think, homeschooling does not make kids anti-social. Where did they even get that idea? I am probably the most friendly kid in my Sunday school, not to brag or anything.
And it’s not like I have anything against public-schoolers, I just… don’t want to go in there to spend eight hours being taught stuff I learned last year. At home I usually got all my school for the day done in less than an hour. So it seems rather pointless.
Plus, in there is probably a popular group who will point at me and say “There is that anti-social homeschooling girl. Look she is wearing a polo shirt to school! Eww! Does she have no sense of self dignity?” And at lunch they’ll probably go, “OMG! Girls! She is getting veggies for lunch! Like, willingly! Look she just asked for another spoonful of broccoli!” I like veggies, so what? They are good for you and fill you up and they taste good.
I walk self conscientiously up the steps to the double doors, tugging at the bottom of my red polo shirt and pushing my glasses up my nose. Nobody notices me or gives me a “Hello! Welcome to Clayfield Jr. High!” There were a few “ What in the world was she thinking, polo shirts are for losers and geeks.” And, “OMG those glasses! Why doesn’t she wear contacts?” But other than that I am completely unnoticed.