Christmas Wonderland
Thursday, December 22, 2022
Christmas Wonderland
151 words
Like a blanket, it covers the whole ground.
With the town transforming into a Christmas wonderland,
I hear everybody singing and dancing - oh what a wonderful sound!
I turn my head and what do I see?
A small crowd skating around the town’s grand Christmas tree.
Such a wonderful sight, one can hardly fail to disagree,
How wonderful it is to see the world happy, joyous and carefree!
I walk through the town, the snow still falling from the sky,
And think of those who aren’t as fortunate as I.
I wish for a world where we can all enjoy Christmas,
Putting our differences aside, believing in peace, joy and forgiveness.
As the sun starts to set and the moon begins to rise,
I hope that the spirit of Christmas never dies.
For the spirit of Christmas brings us all together,
Now, always and forever.
Christmas Eve
Tuesday, December 6, 2022
Christmas Eve
323 words
I watch
from my place at the kitchen table as the snow falls softly onto the window ledge,
I think
back fondly to my childhood, building snowmen and racing down the street on my
sledge.
I remember
wrapping up warm in my hat, scarf and gloves, hearing the crunching sound of snow
beneath my feet,
I recall lacing
up my ice-skates and skating down the winding roads pretending I was a Winter
Olympic athlete.
I smile toward
my reflection in the window as I take a moment to reflect on Christmases gone
by,
Then stand
up to grab a glass and plate for Santa’s sherry and mince pie.
I place the
treats down beside the glowing and roaring fireplace,
Deciding it
is time to turn myself into bed, climbing up the stairs into my bedroom and
laying my head down onto the cool pillowcase.
Before
long, I am fast asleep, snoring loudly, in a deep, deep sleep,
Unaware
that Saint Nick has arrived with gifts, tiptoeing quietly downstairs so as not
to make a peep!
He decorates
the fireplace with books, toys, clothes, shoes, galore!
The living
room now identical to the most magical Christmas toy store!
Before he
leaves through the chimney and onto the next house,
He takes a
sip of his sherry and bite of mince pie, then climbs back up the chimney, as
quiet as a mouse.
As dawn
approaches, the excitement begins,
As I hear
screaming and shouting that during the night Santa had been.
We all
gather downstairs to marvel at the sight before us, presents stacked almost as
high as the ceiling,
Each taking
it in turn in unwrapping a gift, the house filled with happiness, cheer and a feelgood
festive feeling.
I watch on
as my family continue to exchange gifts big and small,
I smile at them all in awe as I think to myself that this is the greatest Christmas of them all.
Trick or Treat?
Monday, October 31, 2022
Trick or Treat?
387 words
A season of golden leaves and cooler evenings,
The birds sat perched on the trees now leaving;
The low Autumn sun sits on the horizon gleaming,
Today’s temperature is rapidly decreasing.
As we enter the month of Halloween,
The streets are decorated with pumpkins, ghosts, and everything in between;
And the smells hitting my nostrils fuelled with cinnamon and caffeine,
Shop display windows setting the all-familiar spooky, autumnal scene.
A gust of wind hits my face and I suddenly freeze,
I forgot how much I dislike that chilly autumn breeze;
As the sun begins to set, I feel it’s getting colder by a couple of degrees,
I zip up my jacket and look ahead at the golden arched trees.
As I continue to walk along the street,
Who is it that I am destined to meet?
I stop dead in my tracks, as though the ground is glued to my feet,
And hear the menacing voice ask “Trick or Treat?”
Try as I might, my body does not allow me to run,
I shout for help but, around me there is no-one;
The ghoulish stranger begins to laugh, he knows he has won,
Looking into my fearful eyes he says “The game has only just begun”.
With all of my strength, I push him aside,
And run as fast as I can back home, locking the door once inside;
I jump into bed, cocooning myself into my duvet as an attempt to hide,
But, it was too late, as he had already arrived.
Outside of my house, I could hear the clawing and crashing,
The creature’s fingernails dragging and scratching;
Along the brickwork, the windows, the doors - he was laughing,
I wondered what was so funny until I heard the sound of the door handle snapping.
I knew he was inside when I could hear his slow and heavy breathing,
The beating of my heart swiftly increasing;
I pinched myself hoping I was only dreaming,
Yet my hopes were diminished when I looked above the covers and didn’t see him retreating.
The creature reached for my hand as he pulled back the sheets,
His ominous smile and sinister features even worse as he speaks;
The same, spine-chilling question he asked earlier he repeats:
I watch the room fade to black as he asks “Trick or Treat?
ILLUSION
Sunday, October 2, 2022
ILLUSION
Have you ever wondered why life works out the way it does?
Why are we drawn to certain people and places?
Why do we think what we think and know what we know?
What if we aren’t in control when we believe we are?
What if, perhaps…
Somebody was writing our story for us?
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Illusion is a short story focusing on the alternate perspectives of both the reader and writer. As we delve deeper into the story, we discover life isn’t all what it seems…
A Journey into Wonderland
Thursday, September 15, 2022
A Journey into Wonderland
170 words
I gazed upon the flowerbeds, a sea stretching far and wide;
Beyond the river a white rabbit, with a waistcoat and a watch.
I saw him scurry along, running and jumping as if trying to hide;
Hopping, skipping, leaping and bouncing, like a game of hopscotch.
As I caught sight of his shadow along the horizon, I saw him drop down the rabbit hole;
Curiouser and curiouser I followed him, into a world of colour and chaos and all things bizarre!
As I dropped down to the floor after a never ending fall, I saw the golden doorknob and keyhole;
I turned to my right and saw a round table, an ‘eat me’ sign and glass jar.
The white rabbit, almost out of sight, ran straight through the door;
But as I was much too tall to fit, I asked the door for help.
He said ‘eat a biscuit from the jar and you too can explore’;
‘A world of laughter, adventure, character and wonder, a world you will adore.’
My head is a jungle
Saturday, September 10, 2022
My head is a jungle
140 words
My head is a jungle, vines intertwined,
Never ending thoughts and feelings crossing my mind.
My head is a jungle, tall trees towering above,
The canopy filled with darkness and dread and not an ounce of love.
My head is a jungle, uncertainty hung in the humid air,
I gasp for breath as I take in my surroundings, look around and stare.
My head is a jungle, the rushing creaks and waterfalls crashing into the water below,
I wipe away my tears as the cracks begin to show.
My head is a jungle, I push away the branches but they start to crack,
I tell myself to hold back the negative thoughts and tears before they attack.
My head is a jungle, and I am the explorer,
I must look out for myself, for I am a creator and restorer.
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