Wishing well part 1

“We don’t want to sleep! We don’t want to sleep!” The children chanted as they bounced up and down on their beds sending dust and feathers flying all over the room. Their mother tried to lull them to bed with her soothing voice, but nothing seemed to be able to work on these feisty hyperactive children. The little devils started to scream even louder, “WE WON’T SLEEP! WE WON’T SLEEP!”

            “What is with all this ruckus?” The grandmother asked as she limped into the room. She set aside her cane onto the sofa and then straightened her back.

            “I’m so sorry, mother-in-law, to have bothered you. I’ll have these little monsters in bed soon, so you should try to get some rest.” The mother said ushering the grandmother out of the room.

            “Wait just one moment, dear. How about you hand over your little monsters to me? This old woman still knows all the old tricks to tranquilize fussy children you know.” The grandmother replied with a hint of amusement in her eyes.

            “Oh, well, be my guest.” The tired mother said as she stepped aside and slumped onto the couch.

            “So, you children don’t wish to sleep?”

            “NO! NO! NO!”

            “But you do know you have to, even though you don’t wish to.”

            “Well then, I’ll wish on a shooting star so that we never have to sleep.” The youngest child replied. His big eyes climbed up to meet his grandmother’s eyes and challenged her.

            “I don’t think you need a shooting star to make a wish come true. Why, you can use a four leaf clover that you hunted for in the garden, or blow out birthday candles on top of a cake, or perhaps…” The grandmother said with a smile. “Perhaps a wishing well will do the trick.”

Testimony Poem

I was in the middle of writing my testimony when this came to mind...

In order to form a relationship with someone you must give them your heart.

Not the whole thing, of course, but only one part.

Once they take your heart they do whatever they see fit.

They might trample, tear, smash, or rip it.

They might drop it and abandon you leaving you feel dismayed.

However, God calls us to not be afraid.

Once you give your heart away you can never put it back.

But that is why God gave you lots so that it’s something you’ll never lack.

On the other hand you’d feel frightened.

Because you don’t want darkness you only want what’s brightened.

In the darkness you are scared because you feel alone.

Trapped in sin that you can never atone.

Though time and time again God shows something amazing.

We spectate that in the darkness there is a light that is blazing.

MF first book: chapter 2

Violet

            “Grandfather! Where are you?” Violet yelled out, while twisting the plain gold ring on her finger. She walked out of her bedroom and went into her purple and pink interior decorated living room. She pushed away the see through veils and saw that the couches were empty.

 “Grandpa? Come on stop playing with me!” Violet searched every single corner of their lamp, but her Grandfather was nowhere to be found.

            “Okay then. You leave me no choice, but to use my magic!” Violet exclaimed. She looked at her ring, but quickly thought it was better to leave it on. She thought of a wish, her purest wish. She then twirled her fingers into the right position. A rolled up paper shot out towards her. Violet unrolled it and her grandfather’s voice echoed out.

            “Dear Violet, excellent job using your powers! I put an enchantment on this paper, and I being one of the leaders, it was very strong magic. To be able to actually receive this letter takes a master of our kind to have centuries of practice. Violet, you have a special and powerful gift; however, do not take it lightly as your parents did. You know what happened, and I don’t wish that you would end up that way. I expect another important letter for you due soon, so be alert. Oh and you’re probably wondering where I am right now. I am going on an adventure and regrettably that is all I can inform you. Be a good girl while I’m gone and don’t take off your ring too often. Tata for now.

P.S. I almost forgot! I put another enchantment on this paper. As soon as you’re finished reading, a seal will but onto your powers. You will be able to use your powers, but now there is a limit. If you go beyond your limit your powers will go away for a short time and there is another side effect that will happen to you… But, I’m not sure what it is. It’s different for every person. I’m the only person who could release you from this magic, so don’t bother trying to take it off, you’ll only exhaust yourself. You will see why I did it in the near future. Well bye!”

            “What?!” Violet exclaimed. The letter disappeared and so did Violet’s energy. Her legs started to wobble. She tried to sit down, but her legs gave in and Violet sank to the floor.

            “Damn it grandfather!” Violet cursed while she started standing up. Her legs trembled trying to hold her weight. Violet tried using her powers. She thought of a wish… a pure wish. She started to conjure up her powers and distribute it throughout her body in order to heal herself, but instead she felt even more exhausted until she felt her magic drain from her. Grimacing, she stopped abruptly and fell onto the floor again with a loud thud.

            “When you come home, I’m going to kill you grandfather!” Violet cussed. She headed towards her couch with great effort. Laying and panting on the couch, she took her ring off. Instantly, her strength returned. Once she felt fully restored she put the ring back on.

            “Thank the leaders that I have this ring.” She sighed and kissed her ring. She lay down on the couch and noticed that she already did all of the things her grandfather warned her not to do.

            “Oh well. What now?” Violet wondered to herself. “Oh yeah. Grandfather said that a letter was coming for me. What did he mean by that?” As soon as she finished that sentence a second letter appeared on her lap. Unsurprised, Violet opened the letter.

            “Congratulations!” Violet read aloud. “You have been accepted to the United Force Academy. We evaluated your magic and according to our systems you have more than exceeded our expectations. You will enter the school as a special. We will see you when the school year begins and hope that you enjoy the rest of your summer.” Violet put down the letter and stared at the ceiling of her lamp. She smirked grimly.

            “Hmm, a Special... This should be quite an interesting year.”

Love Sonnet

I know it is wrong of me to think this,

But why are there no other pursuers?

Why is there no one who lusts for your kiss?

Blame the foolish for being wrongdoers.

Absurd how my every thought runs to you,

While others do not even know your name.

I ponder how they could stray from your view,

And gawk at yet another gaudy dame.

A black sheep amongst the many white sheep,

Yet they are ignorant of your rareness.

Blessed I am to have your love to reap

Though how unfair of their unawareness.

Joyous I am to have no foes to fight,

Yet, tis sad your love wasted on this blight.

Edgar Allen Poe tribute in Shakespearean Sonnet Form

*I wrote this for my english class, but they didn't allow me to actually use it. Apparently high school districts are really sensative when it comes to poems talking about wanting to kill people. Oh well, here it is.*

How beautiful you look with red-blushed cheeks.

Yet I can’t help but imagine them pale,

Color escaping once you meet Death’s peaks,

Your body shivering and starts to flail.

The only touch of color left would be,

The sweet intoxicating liquid rose

Dripping as you plead me desperately,

For from thy knife I pierce thee without woes.

Deranged they might call me for wanting thee

Slaughtered by none other than my own hand.

I have not gone mad, I just wish to see

How beautiful you’d look with my death brand.

These desires derived from hate comes naught,
Truly by cupid’s arrow I was shot.

mf first book: chapter one

Raven

            Raven’s father looked grimly at the newspaper as if he was contemplating on whether or not he should continue reading or tear it to shreds for being a waste of his time. He was perched on the antique beige grandfather chair that made the person sitting upon it look even more honorable and important than anybody else in the room. Raven’s mother stood to her father’s left with her arms crossed; a stern look thundered on her face.

            “Okay, Raven. You may begin now!” Her mother commanded.

As soon as she said ‘now’ Raven turned towards the white grand piano, closed her eyes, and concentrated. Raven felt every single key, every single string, in the piano, then, she opened her eyes. She flicked her finger towards it. Raven led the keys to play what she wanted; it was her mother’s favorite song, Beethoven’s Tempest.

            “Excellent Raven! You have now reached the highest level! It takes a genius to be able to do this, just like your father, you are definitely a prodigy in this kind of craft. Keep practicing.” Raven’s mother praised and commanded while Raven beamed from her compliments. Her mother turned towards her father, “Dear, did you witness what Raven accomplished? Aren’t you so proud?” Her mother asked with her enormous puppy dog eyes.

            “Hmm? Yes, of course. She is my daughter. She is expected to do everything perfectly. If she were to do anything less than perfect then I think you should address me mother, not when she does things she is expected to do.” Raven’s father crisply stated, not looking up from the newspaper. Raven’s face turned ice cold and the chill froze away her blush. Raven kept on concentrating making sure she didn’t make any mistakes.

            “Yes, well…” Raven’s mother paused then turned towards Raven. “Raven, did you hear that the letter was going to come here today? I’m almost absolutely sure you’ll get into that class.” Raven finished the song, then, looked up towards her mother.

            “I am almost positive mother. However, I didn’t hear that the letters were due today.”

            “I heard from the headmistress herself at the meeting the other millennium ago.”

            “Mother I…” Raven started, but stopped. Something flickered through the air and caught Raven’s eye.

            “Raven, what is the matter?” Raven’s mother asked concerned. Raven shot her arm up and grabbed something.

            “Good leading leaders! It’s a pousting parchment! The fastest flying parchment in all of the realm!” Her mother exclaimed causing my father to finally settle down his newspaper and look up at me with great interest.

            “Well go on. Open it Raven.” Raven’s father said sardonically. Raven instantly was going to glare at her father, but remembered her place and stared at the paper. She tried to break the seal, but it wouldn’t budge.

            “Raven, you don’t think it’s…” Her mother faltered. Raven felt around the paper and knew what she had to do. She tapped on the seal twice and concentrated. A burst of light broke out when the seal opened. The paper rolled itself out and then disappeared when the light went out. Raven frowned confused. She whisked her fingers in the air and whispered some words. The letter reappeared and floated towards Raven. She was about to grab it when…

            “CONGRATULATIONS! YOU HAVE INDEED PASSED THE TEST AND NOW YOU ARE QUALIFIED TO COME TO THE UNITED FORCE ACADEMY. SINCE YOU HAVE PROVED EXCELLENT SKILLS AND KNOWLEDGE YOU WILL ENTER THE SCHOOL AS A SPECIAL.” A voice boomed. Raven’s mother looked overly ecstatic. Raven’s father presumed reading his newspaper. Raven glued on a polite smile for her mother and gave a side-glance to her father.

Her mother left the room to prep for her brunch she has annually with her group. Her father went to his study room. Raven looked at the letter, closed her eyes, and concentrated. The paper burst into flames and incinerated before her. She grinned warily.

“United Force Academy, level Special. Just as expected; perfection.” She mumbled to herself.

It's really not easy...

It's really not easy. People look at you and already they believe they know everything about you, but they're always wrong. Yeah, I'm quiet, but maybe that's because I don't get into trouble and I'm not going to start to, or maybe it's because I don't want to talk to others. Okay, I'm extremely boring, but I really don't think that THEY would appreciate it if I act like an unleashed, wild crazed animal. I get good grades, but it's not like I study for five hours straight; in fact, the most I study is five minutes, or not at all. Really, I"m not who everybody thinks I am, yet no matter I explain nobody believes me.

It's really not easy. People look at you and already they believe they know everything about you, but they're always wrong about me. Yeah, I yell and talk like I'm half loon, but that doesn't mean I can't carry on a 'normal' conversation. Okay, I'm always being silly, but I don't think THEY would like it if I wasn't exciting enough. I seem to get into trouble often, but I don't 'get' into trouble, I trip into trouble. Really, I'm not who everybody thinks I am, yet no matter how many times I explain nobody believes me.