Leprechaun

Once upon a time in the land of luck, there lived a leprechaun. His name was Barney. His hair was white and he was way taller than any of his friends.

But that wasn’t the whole problem; the real problem was that he was unlucky.

All his life, he had dreamed of being a missionary leprechaun. A leprechaun that went to people’s houses the night before St. Patrick’s Day.

He and his friends have been training for their first mission since they were little leprechauns. Barney got his first job as a lucky penny cleaner.

They clean lucky pennies and send them to the human world. The world that Barney loves.

The week before St. Patrick’s Day was always stressful, all the Leprechauns in training were working hard to clean all the pennies and to put them into the world.

Barney was a leprechaun who was 5 feet tall he could easily be mistaken for a human.

On the night before St. Patrick’s Day, it was a cold night. Breezy and chilly in the land of luck. The missionary leprechauns set out.

All 300 of them.

Barney wasn’t one of them. The chief of leprechauns made an announcement that called the leprechauns to their launching pad.

But one got sick. He started puking up shamrocks and mushy gold.

So Barney had to step in; he stepped into the suit of the sick leprechaun. It felt a little bit tight, but that didn’t stop him. He has had this dream since he was little, and now it was his time to shine.

Each leprechaun was responsible for doing as many houses as they could in 2 hours. Most did 30 houses, but not Barney; he did 100 houses. And forever changed how the land of luck thought about taller leprechauns.

Pink bows

Out of a box bound in red ribbon,
I am brought into the light
Into the arms of a laughing child
With wind-tangled hair
Tied in bright pink bows.

She gathers me to her chest
As if I were something precious,
Something meant to stay.

Soon I am her quiet shadow.
We share the small rituals of childhood
Midnight dreams beneath warm blankets,
Crumbs from afternoon snacks,
Adventures across bedroom floors
Where mountains rise from pillows
And kingdoms bloom from blankets.

In her world
I am always there.

But time is a quiet thief.

I begin to wait longer
In the stillness of the room.
Days stretch thin.

I see her
Less,
And less,
And less.

And when she returns,
She stands a little taller,
Her laughter changed
Not lost,
But distant.

The bright pink bows
That once crowned her hair
Have drifted somewhere
Into the soft forgetting of childhood.

And I remain
Where she first left me,
Keeping watch
Over the echoes of the girl
Who once held me
Like I would last forever

I Had a Dream

I was younger once

I had no fears, no expectations other than love

I was always surrounded by smiles

By arms wrapping around me or pinching my cheeks

Dreams back then were easy

I wanted to soar around the world

To rule a kingdom and wear a ballgown

To be singer

I wanted to see where my life would go if I forced it that way

It’s not so easy now

Now?

It’s less dreaming – more dreamt.

The Knock

The sky was pitch black with no stars in sight. The snowy-topped trees danced in the rampaging wind, violently swaying to the musical birds chirping in the air. It was beyond freezing, the snow raining down in a hurry. The small secluded cabin sat right in the middle of two long, giant oak trees. Smoke flew from the chimney, and the windows lit up with a yellow glow. The cabin was centuries old, with cracks in every wooden block that held it up. 

December 16th was about to come to an end with an hour left till midnight, and the four young adults taking refuge in the cabin were on their last game of Truth or Dare. 

“ Your turn, Harper,” Remy announced, holding out the large red bowl in front of him. “ Are you taking the dare or letting us give you the truth?” 

Harper eyed the red bowl in his hand, her eyes scanned the black lettering printed on it. Take at your own risk.

“ I think I’ll pick the truth,” Harper told the group, ushering the bowl away from her.  

“ Don’t be a baby. You’re the only one who hasn’t done dare yet,” Vanessa reminded Harper, setting the bowl into Harper’s lap. “ Just do one. It’s one dare, what’s the worst that could happen?” 

The wind began to pick up, faster and faster. It sounded like a siren, like a warning. Harper paid no mind to the wind and swallowed hard. She stared at the bowl unevenly, her gut telling her not to pick up a card. The wind picked up again; this time, the window flew open. The curtains went wild, whipping in every direction. 

Tim jumped up from his seat on the velvet carpet and sprinted to the window, grunting as he used his strength to seal the window shut, locking it from the inside. His gaze dropped to the pile of snow that fell inside the cabin, slowly melting away. 

“ That’s unfortunate.” He muttered under his breath, kicking the snow towards the door. “ Hurry, Harper, we don’t have all night. Some of us want to sleep.” 

Harper rolled her eyes and sighed, pushing her brown hair out of her eyes. She looked between her friends’ waiting faces, each one of them appearing annoyed and exhausted. She hesitated again. 

Vanessa groaned and reached into the red bowl, picking up one of the cards. “ Here’s one for you.” Vanessa handed Harper the card. “ Do three laps around the cabin, with no jacket. See, easy.” 

“ It’s easy when you’re not the one doing it.” Harper snapped at her and walked to the door. “ See you in a few minutes.” 

With that, Harper walked out the door, into the nightmare of a blizzard. 

Minutes felt like hours passed as the three adults waited for the arrival of their friend. The storm increased, the temperature turned colder, and the snow becoming bolder. Silence roamed in the air, heavy and thick like a cloud of fog. 

The other three started to get an uneasy feeling in the pits of their stomachs, their eyes straying off the door. 

Suddenly, a knock echoed through the confines of the cabin, snapping the silence in pieces. It sounded like thunder, shaking the entire cabin. Debris rained down from the roof, covering the floor in a tight blanket. 

Vannessa let out a relieved sigh, jumping up to open the door. Her hand wraps around an ancient gold doorknob. She twisted it halfway…..

Knock, knock, knock, KNOCK!

The knocking picked up, turning into rapid pounding. Pound, Pound, pound. 

“ Harper, quit it,” Remy shouted at the door. 

The pounding continues. One after another, quickening. Pound pound pound. Something scraped against the door, the wooden door breaking from every scratch. Pound, scratch, pound. 

Vanessa backed away from the door slowly; her footsteps echoed across the room. The door started to shake, wood flying. 

“ Harper?” Tim called out, “ Seriously, cut it out.” 

The pounding stopped, one large scratch came down the door before it ended too, and silence stretched back over the room. The wind whistled outside, almost as if nothing had happened at all. 

Vanessa crouched in the middle of the room, her hands shaking violently. Tim took a few steps forward, inching closer and closer to the door. Closer, closer, closer. 

“ What are you doing?” Vanessa hissed, watching Tim walk towards the door.

“ What does it look like? I’m going outside to find Harper.” 

Closer and closer, inch by inch, he kept moving until he was face to face with the door. His hand reached for the doorknob, so close, just a few more feet…..

A hand slammed against the cold, icy window. The three screamed, all of them jumping back. Tim jumped back into Remy knocking them both over. 

Harper appeared into the window, her hair shriveled, and scratch ran across her chest. Her mouth was pressed against the glass, her words hushed and quick.

“ Run.” Her voice was quiet. 

Her head slightly turned to the side, her bright eyes widening in pure terror. Tears poured down her cheeks as she pounded on the window, over and over again, helplessly begging to be let in. 

Something crashed outside, Harper let out one earth shattering sob before she was dragged away.

Vanessa and the wind both screamed at the same time. The snow showered the sky, illuminating the ground in the pitch black. Heart beats pounded in their chest, audible and loud. A bright red streak ran down the window, Remy’s eye traced the line as it made its way down. 

Pound, pound, pound.

Scratch, scratch, scratch. 

Over and over again. 

Over and over. 

The three young adults backed into the corner of the room and grabbed anything close to them for protection. 

Over and over again. 

Pound, pound, pound. 

Scratch, scratch, scratch. 

Rattle, rattle, rattle. 

The door shaked, and shaked, and rattled. A deep voice hummed from the outside. 

Pound, Pound, Pound. 

SLAM!

The winter air rushed inside the warm cabin, the door sprawled on the floor.  

Rocky’s Adventure: Part II

Rex looked down the mountain and realized it was safe, and also carefully began to slide down. Once they reached the bottom, Rocky ran over to a dock and looked off, pointing his nose firmly in the direction he wanted Rex to look. Rex looked in that direction and saw a family of deer stuck on the frozen lake. He knew they were from an island called Deer Island. Which was in the middle of the lake. Rex luckily brought most of his stuff, not knowing what could happen. Even though he was also a pretty good skater. He put them on and skated over. But he wasn’t the only one. Rocky dug in Rex’s bag with his nose, and using his teeth, he pulled out a pair of dog skates he knew Rex had gotten him. Rex had also got a rope that Rocky brought to him from his bag. They tied the deer together and pulled them to the stable on Deer Island, but he knew they were allowed to roam freely on the island; he also put up some little fences to make sure nothing happened again. Rocky and Rex skated back to the dock and got their skates off. They dreamed of hot cocoa. As they reached the top of the mountain, Rocky pulled a flag out of Rex’s bag and put it on the mountain. After walking for miles, they finally reached their cabin. Rex poured himself hot chocolate and got Rocky a Treat as they sat near the fire and watched their TV together on the warm couch in their nice and cozy cabin, knowing what they did was right and kind. 

To Put to Perspective 

To put it to perspective 

Rocky’s Rescue: Part 1

One day, not far from Sitka, Alaska, a husky named Rocky was sitting in the cabin with his owner. They were planning on going for a walk as the owner opened the cabin door, Rocky leapt out, but luckily, Rocky was a good boy and didn’t need a leash. As the owner was ready to go, Rocky was sniffing around. He then bolted off, and the owner chased him, but wasn’t fast enough to catch him. The owner was sad and scared, but he knew Rocky was able to fend for himself. Though he still missed him. One night, a couple of days after his disappearance, his owner woke up sad that Rocky wasn’t cuddling him like usual. Then he heard a howl.  He instantly knew it was Rocky! He quickly put on his things and left. He was walking for miles, wondering if he was even on the right path anymore. Then he saw Rocky standing on a mountain, and Rocky noticed him and rushed down, howling at him. The owner was super happy. He then noticed that Rocky wanted him to follow. As they climbed up the mountain, the owner (Rex) realized that they were climbing the biggest mountain in Sitka. Rocky bounced from rock to rock until they reached the top. Rex finally reached the top of the mountain when he noticed Rocky sliding down. When Rex looked over the mountain, what he saw was a beautiful frozen lake. 

Chase the Horizon

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Snow Poems

Haiku to snow.

The window is white,

The white snow falls rapidly,

Curing my boredom. 

Snow storm freestyle.

The white particles whip around me in a whimsical dance,

Leaving me in a trance,

Hoping the snow could give me one chance,

To show them the cold never bothered me anyway.

Stillness

A teacup hums on the edge of a table

Pretending it knows something about storms

Outside, a leaf practices letting go

Fails, tries again, applauds itself anyway

The clock forgets its manners

Interrupting every thought,

While dust performs slow ballet

In a sunbeam that reminisces of yesterday

Somewhere, a shoe waits for its pair

A sentence waits for a happier ending

And I wait for nothing in particular—

Which turns out to be 

A surprisingly fulfilling thing.

Bonbons Two

    My head was ringing when my eyes fluttered open. As I tried to lift my head up, I felt a sudden pain, and I had to rest my head back till it was just a dull throb. The room around me was a pale blue that reminded me of a hospital. Wait… was this the hospital? I opened my eyes again and gingerly felt the side of my head. The pain gave another sudden throb. When my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw I was in a small hospital room. My mom was asleep on a chair facing the bed I was on, and Kai was sitting on the foot of the bed, giving me a worried look. WAIT, KAI IS HERE! 

   My heart started thumping harder, and the monitor next to my bed started beeping more rapidly. My face flushed and I unplugged the machine next to the bed. “Are you okay?” His voice was like honey to my ears. “Yeah, I think so.” I replied. “Good. Isabella knocked you out.” “Oh.” The memory flushed back. “Where is she now?” “She’s at her house. I’m just so glad you are okay.” Kai managed to look cute and embarrassed at the same time. “Do you remember what I asked before you got knocked out?” My heart fluttered again. “Yes.” I said, trying to hide my excitement. “Well… do you want to be my girlfriend?” I took his hand with my own and said, “Of course.” He gave me a dimpled smile, and I found myself smiling back. 

“Oh my goodness! Calista! You’re awake!” My mother almost jumped from her chair to the side of my hospital bed. “Yeah, I’m fine mom.” “I will never lose you again!” “Mom,” I said, “I’ve only been asleep for… Kai? How long have I been asleep?” “About a week.” He replied. “A WEEK!” I exclaimed. “Shhhhh.” Kai said, stroking my arm. “Don’t worry. Here, I got you some bonbons.” “My stomach growled at the thought of bonbons. Kai started laughing. Then my mom, then me. 

The end.

Blue Flames

Blue flames burn bright. Brighter than the night as people watch me burn asking and spreading the word. They beg me to stop but no I’m too far gone.

This is your fault look at what you have done. Birthed a son made a weapon. You wanted strength now look what I’ve become. I’m the opposite of what you expected as strong as fast as good but on the other side.

A hero never means for a villain to rise. So a father should never teach his son that side. Yet here I am here we are. You’ve made your worst mistake so far.

I “could have done great” yeah I don’t believe that I was lost long before you left me. This pain. Your praise was all I ever searched for but when you took it away when he came. 

I don’t hate my brother nor my sister nor my mother. But you oh “father” of mine, I won’t even lie by saying its “fine” no. you broke me first so be ready when the flames burn around you and you wonder where you went wrong remember the son you threw aside. Remember the son who wanted to be who YOU wanted him to be.

Now here I am here we are. Living near and living far. Same family by blood, that I hate to say. But you left me anyway so I don’t have to say “yeah he’s my dad” no cuz that boat sailed long ago I”m not going back. Never goin home!

So I walk these lonely streets at night my blue flames the only light people flee if they so much as see me heroes try but they can’t reprimand me I ain’t goin with the ones who hurt me ain’t goin to the one that birthed me. No!

Flames they burn burn burn. And they hurt hurt hurt. You’ll have to answer to me in the end!…to me in the end…

Waiting for spring

I step out into the dreary and cold winter morning with a shiver. The cold air greets me with a slap in the face. With snow crunching underfoot, I make my way to the bus stop. It’s late, as always. After about 20 minutes of just standing there, the bus finally pulls to a screeching halt at my stop. As we make our way to the school, faster than normal to avoid being late, our bus hits an ice patch. We spin sideways, and the kids around me make exaggerated gasps and screams as we slide into a deep ditch. “No one move, we’re stuck,” my bus driver says. Naturally, nobody listens, and chaos ensues. 

After much yelling from the bus driver and time wasted, the kids calmed down somewhat. The driver tries backing the bus up, to no avail. I sigh, wishing it were spring. None of this would have happened if it were spring. It would be sunny and warm, and all the ice would melt. The flowers would bloom into bright blossoms, vibrant colors will replace the dull white snow, and no buses will get stuck in ditches. (Or at least it’ll be less likely.) After many unsuccessful attempts at backing out of the ditch, we finally succeeded. As we make our slow way to the school, I have an epiphany; it is NOT spring, it’s monotonous, gloomy, frigid, sunless, and extensive winter. I just have to wait three more miserable months.

Blurry Blizards

Burnout

She, only nine, hugs her pillow and cries

A lost mind, brain racing with thoughts,

She thinks she’s too wise

To follow her dreams, to see what she’s caught  

Now twelve, a monster inside herself,

She reaches out for help

Yet no one answers…

An adult, closed off and locked in,

She lets no one in

She hoped for moreEven when no more came… 

Spooky Story

The leaves are falling off the trees, they crunch under Brook’s feet. Her backpack lugged over her shoulder and bounced off her back. The night before Halloween was truthfully better than Halloween itself.

“Ready for tonight?” Brook’s older sister Harper said.

“Im scared but excited.” Brook said.

“Are you going with anyone?” Harper questioned.

“Eww can we not talk about this right now. Let’s talk about the weather today and NOT my social life.” Brook panicked. 

“Okay, but I heard that Liam Garcia likes you.” Harper nudged Brook’s shoulder.

“Whatever.” Brook sighed.

“We’re home!” Harper yelled.

“Hi girls, how was school?” Their dad said.

“Good” Brook shrugged as she hugged her dad. 

“It was so good dad, so I found out that Khole text Ali and Ali text Noah S and he texted me to tell me that…” Brook plugged her ears and walked up the stairs to her room.

She opened the door to her closet and found her mom standing there hanging up her dress, “Oh, hi Brook.” Brook’s mom said in her super happy and sweet voice.

“Hi mom.” Brook said as she flopped on her bed. She sat up and started to curl her hair. 

“Have fun girls.” Brook’s dad yelled out the car window.

They walked in and danced their buts off. Before they knew it, the dance ended and Brook was off to her friend Sophie’s house.

“Hey Brook,I’m so excited for a sleepover! Sophie squealed. They headed up the stairs into Sophie’s room.

“So Luna and Charlotte are on their way but for now we can get the bunk beds ready!” Sophie said, gathering the sleeping bags.

“Ya I can grab the snacks and you can get the pillows and blankets.” Brook exclaimed.

The girls were then laughing and talking about their night at the dance.

“I’m going to go down and make some popcorn ok?” Charlotte sat up and made her way to the door. 

The rest of the girls stayed in the bunk room waiting. After ten minutes went by, Luna and Brook went down to the kitchen to check on Charlotte.

The floorboards on the stairs creaked as they walked down.

 It smelled like burnt popcorn and there was popcorn everywhere on the counter and the floor.

Luna made her way around the corner of the island, to pick up the popcorn.

“Charlotte?!” Luna gasped. Brook turned the corner and saw Charlotte’s dead body.

 Spiralled out on the tile floor with not a single drop of blood in sight.

“Good job Charlotte, Sophie you can come out now and stop filming.” Brook said, clapping her hands.

Just then a black figure floated past the window grabbing Brook’s attention.

“Sophie!”

A bloody scream filled the house.

Brook and Luna rushed up the stairs, tripping over one another to save Sophie.

The door was slammed shut, they had to pry it open to get in. Once they opened it, they felt a breeze. There was nobody in the room. 

Empty.

The window was open.Then suddenly it slammed shut and the curtains closed.

All that remained was Sophie’s favorite friendship bracelet.

To this day nobody knows what happened that night of October 30th.

Poem

Where the cries are heard. And the lies are told. Where the blood runs stale. And people hail those who are wrong.

Where the wind blows through the meadows telling of sorrows off to the east. Where people die and widows cry, that is where these tales begin.

Where those who are wrong rule over the lands. Where those who are cruel have power over those who are good. Where the cries can be heard from the mountains untold. From high ground or from the low.

Where refugees live underground scavenging and making due. Where people suffer and cry for help. Yet no one is heard through. No one is heard though these cries through the tears. The blood on the ground unseen by most

But those who care for those who see. The evils of the world. Those are the ones to run to. The ones who can be trusted. The ones who for once. The ones who for last. Can bring peace to this broken land.

This cursed land. The land of blood and tears.

The arc of a life

Season Ballad

The springtime brings the sprouts and sun,
Making the roses bloom,
Spring likes to be inconsistent,
Rain pouring with volume.

The summer sun melts sidewalks bare,
With pools and ice cream near,
Pretty flowers fill the gardens,
A picture, painted clear.

Then autumn leaves turn warm with fire,
They drift in gentle dance,
The nights grow cool, the air grows still,
The view will put you in a trance.

The winter snow leaves burning cold,
While children race on sleds,
The twinkling lights adorn the sky,
Till sleep calls us to beds.