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Short stories: Playmates
Saba’s Playmates
Saba looked sulkily at the scattered toys on the floor. She was bored. It was no fun playing with the stuffed teddy bear or the train that went round and round or the big Barbie doll everyday. Her toys could not talk to her nor listen to her words.
“They are not proper friends,” she thought angrily.
She left her bedroom and went in search of a playmate. Her parents were both doctors and would not be home before dinner. She saw Rani in the living room, glued to the television screen.
“Rani, please play with me,” she asked her housemaid.
Rani shooed the little girl away. ” I am watching a very exciting drama. Go and play with your toys,” Read the rest of this entry »
No CommentsPoetry: Fantasy poems for children
When people aren’t awake the animals come out.
All the toys in children’s rooms sing and dance about.
They go into the kitchen and have a little treat.
Cookies shaped just like them are their favorite foods to eat.
When their tummies are full they play in the house.
You can never hear them.
They’re quiet as a mouse.
Hide and seek and peekaboo are the games they love to play.
Then they go to sleep until the sun comes up that day.
No CommentsHumor: Night life
It’s Thursday night, around 12:30am and I’m waiting for the D at 34th street. I’m not usually uneasy about taking the subway alone late at night but I like to be aware, so I glance around, taking in my surroundings. There doesn’t seem to be too many crazies. There are enough people around for me to feel relatively safe. I do notice, however, two men yonder with their gaze intently focused in my direction. They are speaking in a foreign language that I take to be Polish, or something similar. Their clothes seem slightly worn as they may be just above hobo status. One has messy, greasy hair, scruffy beard and his most prominent feature is the rather large teeth Read the rest of this entry »
No CommentsPoetry: Poems for children – Part 17
La ninos de la lluvia (the children of the rain)
the children of the rain in peace and harmony
away from the destruction of Earth and misery
in one with nature and listening to its every command
the children of the rain playing happily without any limitations
playing in the field of lilies so calm they’re almost like adults already
learning from experience and shaping their past into the future
to them love isn’t art it’s the way of life
who is to cherish their carefree and loving lifestyle
they have matured beyond their years and everything is in a bind
why do they love so much and why are they so consumingly kind
their past helps them become Read the rest of this entry »
Novel excerpts: Childrens fantasy – Part 1
“THE ADVENTURES OF AFRICA”
Introduction
On an island faraway, near the tip of a great continent, lives a girl named Africa. In a bright colored hut built on big logs moored to the island’s edge, Africa lives with her baby brother, Toby.
Africa and Toby have a wonderful time living together for they love each other dearly. They spend their days swimming in the ocean, playing hide and seek in the giant reeds surrounding their floating hut; climbing the beautiful trees on the island; picking and eating the various fruits growing everywhere and riding the back of their dearest friend, Freddy the Lion.
On warm and balmy nights, after dinner, they sit on the beach, under the stars and Africa sings Toby his favorite Read the rest of this entry »
No CommentsSerial fiction: Suspense
The Adjustable Airplane Seat Part 1
It sucked, after sitting all day in the Airport, Mav Franklin was requested to get on the airplane with all the other non-elite travelers. Mav, which was short for Maverick, patiently walked the gang plank to the cramped airplane. It sucked, he was 6 foot 3, 230 lb, he knew he was going to suffer after eating at friends and family the week before, but he just grinned and bared it as he crammed his luggage in the overhead bins, and he crammed himself into the center seat been F and D.
His back was positioned such that he could maximize the amount of leg room which meant he couldn’t reposition Read the rest of this entry »
No CommentsShort stories: Friendship stories for children
NEW KID
Mrs. Jenkins was chalking the homework assignment for math on the board when the classroom door opened.
Todd Rumble turned in his seat. One of the secretaries came in, followed by a skinny kid wearing ratty jeans and a really strange colored shirt. It was purple and orange, with a big parrot printed on one side.
“New kid,” Melvin Banks hissed from behind Todd. “Weird one, too.”
Melvin was never nice to the new kids. Todd knew that, all too well. It had taken him two whole years for half the popular boys to even talk to him.
“This is Josh Larson,” Mrs. Jenkins announced after talking with the secretary for a moment. “Who will volunteer to Read the rest of this entry »
No CommentsPoetry: Poems for children – Part 2
Don’t wanna grow up
I don’t wanna grow up, I wanna be innocent and accusatory free,
I wanna be that kid that finger paints on the wall,gets yelled at but is ready to do something else the next day.
I don’t wanna grow up, My Mommy and Daddy looks sad,
Who wants to sad like that, twenty – four hours of the day.
I don’t wanna grow up, working a job looks hard to do,
I rather stick to chores, at least they don’t make me angry and say mean things.
I don’t wanna grow up, It complicates a lot, you know,
Fun Read the rest of this entry »
Poetry: I long for you
Cold black coffee, second cup.
ambition that keeps me up.
Crisp weak breeze steals my coffee breath,
And a writer losing sleep, getting weak, gains.
You’re not going to profit by the product of your efforts.
It’s more like you grow content from sticking to your ambitions.
A crude dream mellows down to an admitting desire,
And as innocently as you fall asleep, you put desire down and give it up.
But a not-so-innocent princess,
Asleep on the other side of the bed
On the other side of the country, reminds you,
you’d better come up with something crude to roll over.
As happy as you might be with
Neuron kisses and the warm skin of your pillow,
She’ll Read the rest of this entry »
No CommentsTestimonies: Learning to play the guitar
Challenge me. Make me learn. Teach me new things. Aspire to be more. Learn to play guitar !
I remember when I first decided to play guitar. It was not a desire to make music, it was not a desire to become a star … it was challenging. My friend, Tommy, had an old guitar that he banged around on in his room and I would go there after playing tennis and listen. He only knew the riffs to two songs : “Rock You Like a Hurricane” by The Scorpions and “Crazy Train” by Ozzy Osbourne. He didn’t know the entire songs, just the intro riffs. I would go there each day and hear the same riffs for hours. I Read the rest of this entry »
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