These are only a few of my stories and poems.

The Bag and The Book 

She was cold and alone in this big cruel world. She walked through the falling snow and ash. She looked up to see the sky turning a dark gray. All she had to her name Madeline, was a bag and a book. At this time, she had nothing or no one too live for; Madeline had found a spot to rest, a nice cozy wall but that’s all she could find. Madeline lived on the streets as an orphan The bag was her bed in empty building or under trees; while her book held her memories of time a time before a bright orange light came and destroyed her happiness.

Before all of this happened, before the war started; she was a happy little girl who had a loving family and a nice house that kept her warm. She was close to her family but mostly her older brother, who babysat her when their parents went out, or just wanted some alone time. Nothing could tear them apart, they played games with each other, and her brother helped her with her homework and tucked her into bed. All happiness was in that house, till the day the red notice came for her brother; her family cried their eyes out but she didn’t cry, she just looked at her brother somberly.

Madeline remembered looking at him in his tan uniform, with three strips on his shoulder, . Her brother walked out the family door, looked back one more time, and for Madeline she saw her brother walk out into a bright light. Madeline was still a happy girl, even when her brother sent her gifts to show his love to her. For a while, his letter and gifts had stopped coming. Then one day that changed when a man on a bike, came to her front porch. In his arms were a big brown box and a tiny little envelope. Madeline ran to her mother who had received the package and the little yellow envelope. Madeline’s father came to his wife’s aid when she was holding the envelope. He sat the package on the floor and said “Madeline this is from your brother, lets us see what’s inside, shall we?” His last gifts to her where a book and a bag, while for her parents, they received a flag, a medal, his uniform, and a picture. She looked at the brown bound book with blank pages. While the bag she received, was his travel bag, which was gray duffel that she could fit in.

Her mother didn’t approve, but she couldn’t say no to her little girl or the small toothless smile that appeared on her face. The first thing that Madeline did was jump into her bag and fall asleep. While she slept her mother put her book in her arms.

A week after she received her bag and book her mother called Madeline into her room; when Madeline arrived at her room, she saw her mom go thru her closet. Her mother turned to look at Madeline and said “Madeline come here,” Madeline walked closer to her mom and saw her mom pull out a black dress with white frills. Madeline hated that dress for one reason and one reason

only it was tied with death. Despite Madeline only being seven years old she knew exactly what that dress meant and it meant funeral.

“Madeline, can you please try on this dress to see if it still fits?”

Madeline complied and went into her bathroom to change from her nice pink dress to that black dress of death and despair. Madeline stepped out of the bathroom in her black dress and saw her mother crying. Madeline ran up to her mother, hugged her and said “Mama, from now on I’ll smile for you Papa, and just like my big brother. I’ll make sure happiness stays in this house.” Her mother could only cry and cry she did.

The next day, Madeline, her mother and father got into a fancy car and they drove off; they arrived at a church and there were people standing outside, it had seemed they were waiting for her family to arrive and then two men came to open the door of the vehicle. First Madeline’s father stepped out following her mother than herself; both of her parents held out their hands and Madeline grabbed each hand and held tight. Both parent’s hands were trembling and had a hard time grasping Madeline’s. Madeline could tell that their sadness was stronger than she even knew, but she didn’t know that sadness would become them. Their sadness grew when they went inside and Madeline could tell that they were holding back tears. Madeline felt her parents stop in their tracks and her mother say “I can’t do it; I can’t see him like that. I will never get to hold or hug him; he will never have children, that’ll spoil rotten. I can’t see him like that, lying down” her mother ran out of the church and before her father followed her he told Madeline “Stay right here, do not move” Madeline listened to her father and stayed put; but something caught her attention, something that was brown and was in the middle of the church. It was where her brother slept

The book wasn’t blank for long; pictures were being put in it, the one with her brother, had a design around it with a saying he always said “A true person is a hero to the people they save”. Pictures of her parents at the beach side and post cards from travels her parents started taking when her brother went away. One day Madeline was looking through her book and had grown tired. Madeline had fallen into a deep sleep in her gray duffel with her book in her arm; the loud rolling thunder storms that had flashed many bolts of lightning or the sound of her parent’s blood curdling screams couldn’t wake her. It was the smell of smoke that had seeped into her room. Madeline started coughing and started to leave her room, when she realized she was about to forget her duffel and book. She threw her book into her bag and started crawling carefully under the smoke. She crawled to her bedroom door, down the stairs carefully, and out the front door. As Madeline stood outside, she saw her house being burned down to the ground “Mama, Papa? Mama, Papa please come outside”

As she looked at her house, she saw the fire taking it away; she saw all of the houses memories burn and be blown away. Her parent’s lives being burned away with one orange flame; all of her toys were turning to ash and there was nothing Madeline could do all she could was stand there. Madeline then looked at her bag and her book, for these two things are all she had.

Madeline started walking away from the big bright orange flame; she didn’t wait for the fire control to come and check to see if she was alright for she wasn’t. Madeline was broken in the heart and no one could treat that. Madeline’s world was gone; her happy memories were lost; her family no longer existed. Nothing was hers anymore, except the bag and the book.

Two months passed, snow was falling from the sky but to Madeline they could’ve been her frozen tears. Madeline was living just barely on the streets, she had nowhere to go or no one to go to; Madeline had only dreams to live one, but those dreams were becoming so blurred that they turned to tears. Madeline slept in the bag and held the book close to her heart whenever she found a place to sleep. All she wanted was her memories and dreams to come to life instead of flashes. There were times when Madeline’s flashes of memory were hard on her because they only came when she was really cold or she was fighting hunger. The memory’s she had were ones of her when she was happy and with her family. She called them her past life, for it was her past life. All of her happiness was in the past, all of the love she had was in the past. Before her brother died, before the big orange flame took her parents away. How she wished for them to last and not be flashes. Her flashes of her memory, were starting to hurt her already broken heart, Madeline was growing weary of her life and the cold.

Four months passed and the snow stopped but rain took its place and the planes flying overhead took the place of the clouds; the planes we’re hard on her, for the loud sounding warning sound would not let her sleep. She felt tired and hungry every day; but Madeline didn’t want to stop it; she just wanted it to take away her pain but that miracle was being slow at best. When Madeline did find shelter, it was either in a hole or a box and in order to get warm and comfortable, she would use her bag as a blanket and whatever she could find to use as a pillow either it be a newspaper or a plastic bag.

A year had passed and as of late Madeline’s bag was starting to tear in the bottom and her book was becoming blurred due to rain and crying. She was starting to feel her heart becoming torn. With each passing day Madeline was finding it hard to find food in this war stricken world; but when she did, she would put it in her bag and save it for when she would get hungry, but usually she would give her food to someone else who needed it more. As of late she was afraid of people around her. People were starting to stare at her bag or book, one lady came up to her and said “Oi, you giving up that bag, I’d be gladly to take off ye hands,” Madeline declined and just walked on by. Her book was also a target for people to see. A store owner came up to her and said “Ye know, how much that book is worth to ye, if you give it up, I’ll give you food” that offer was tempting to Madeline but once again she declined and walked wearily. Madeline even came close to losing them to the police because they thought Madeline had stolen the bag and book

This is when it happened, this is when she let go of her book and bag. It had become cooler in the evenings, she had grown tired of walking and sat in an alley way. She took out her book and slid into her torn bag for the night. Madeline couldn’t hold up her body weight anymore or her

book when lying down, so she had to turn onto her empty stomach. As she was reading, she closed her eyes but quickly woke up. When she did, she saw her parents and brother standing before her. She had a smile on her face again, one that been gone for a long time.

Each of them had held out their hands and she reached for her mothers. Madeline was happy to hold her mother’s warm hand again, she was happy to see her father and brother again. They began walking to this warm light that had appeared before her. She walked to the light and quickly looked back to see her body lying down on top of the book and in the bag. They had to stay behind to keep her body warm and her memories alive. After her soul left her body, a strong wind came and blew open the book to a page and on that page was a picture but it wasn’t any picture; it was the very last family picture to be taken in front of her house. Madeline’s father and mother stood next to each other; while her brother held Madeline, there was this nice big smile that graced her face and her family. Under the picture was a note “One day I’ll bring the happiness and warmth back to my family and into the house”

The End

Tiny Strong 

Once in a town there was a man named Tiny. He claimed he was the strongest out of many even though, he was only three feet tall. One day he was challenged by Big Fall to pick up a tree. Of course, Big Fall wasn’t clear what kind. Tiny picked up a small Bonsai Tree.

Big Fall was furious he didn’t mean small tree

he meant tall tree, like the one he had picked up.

“Tiny Strong this not what I meant, I meant pick up a tree, not a plant”

“Big Fall, all you said was to pick up a tree, not the tree you picked up”

Big Fall grew furious , so furious in fact that the tree Big Fall had, made him topple over and he went down the hill faster avalanche.

Tiny Strong conned Big Fall and won

Big Fall didn’t feel so tall in fact he felt small and flat.

No More 

The moon glares down upon me and it’s the only light I see, I look around me to see if its true darkness of the world or just my heart grows weak and tired.

I am cold and shivering in the moonlight, there is no warmth coming from it.

The sun does not show me the warmth I desire, in fact shows me nothing be despair.

It gives heat to others but not to me, I’m alone and cold, no friends to call my own and no heat to keep me warm.

Fiendship 

I called you my friend an ally of sorts and someone who I could trust

I thought you were a friend who I could talk to you about anything but than that changed

The day I met HIM  is the day you changed.

You drank and stole, I couldn’t trust you, but you were a friend until i said his name then you stopped talking to me ignored me

You were a friend, I can’t say that now

You’re not an ally no someone I could trust

Gone

I thought about you again 

There you were standing, waving

Smiling, laughing, catching food

When I ran toward you, you kept getting farther away

I couldn’t move but you could

Is this what it feels like with you gone?

I don’t like it, I miss you

Why did you leave?

Why are you gone? 

 

Two Loves

One side was her man and the other was her boyfriends friend. She sat in the middle just watching them talking about how school was and their latest projects. Alice watched them as they ate and talked. Alice sat patiently, waiting for them to stop eating and talking; just to take notice of her or to even hear her, although Alice wasn’t saying anything. She was just sitting at the table quietly. She wasn’t even eating her lunch, Alice was just listening to them talking. Alice looked right to her boyfriend Brad then she looked left to his friend Cole; these two looked exactly alike except Cole was a bit more taller and he did not wear glasses also he was a little more mature then Brad, but Brad was funnier and had a certain charm to him. Alice was staring into space and before she knew it she was slowly falling down while she was sitting in her chair and as she was falling, she was caught by Cole. She was leaning too far to the left and not to the right, not near Brad. She thought this was strange because Alice usually leaned to the right towards Brad and never once has she fallen near Cole.

Cole was looked at her strangely, to which he has never done and Alice looked back at Brad and saw he hadn’t even noticed what had happened. Brad was to enthralled with his laptop, to even notice his own love fall into his friends arms, Brad could easily become distracted with the slightest sign of something twinkling or shiny and sometimes that got in the way. 

Cole and Alice decided it would be best to move from the position they were in for if Brad had noticed then his jealousy would have gone through the roof, and to everyone Brad was a sweet, naive guy, who in retrospect was a little brother to everyone. Alice kept her head down still not eating her food just kept her head down; in fact because she kept her head down she hadn’t noticed that Brad and Cole had finished eating their lunch and were already heading to the trash can.

Alice quickly picked up her tray and followed suit only to misplace her footing and slipped on a puddle from someones juice. She flew in the air momentarily, well hovered; she lost her grip on her tray and it went high in the air above her head. Before she had time to react the tray had fallen on top of her with food and all; she was just thankful that it wasn’t spaghetti day now that would have been embarrassing, with tomato sauce and pasta on top of her head, slowly sliding down her head to the floor.

Alice got up with every ounce of dignity she had, picked up her food and tray and walked to the nearest trashcan. Without even breathing she put everything away and then walked outside. Cole and Brad followed suit, but they just kept talking and walking to Brad’s car. They ignored Alice who was waiting patiently, by the wall; she had to run to catch up to them and just as she reached the his car, Brad already had the door open for her.

She stepped into his blue 1952 Lincoln Convertible,that seemed like shined under the stars or it was made of stars. Alice felt happy that Brad noticed her and remembered he had a girlfriend, but she also felt kind of bad; she saw Cole get into Brad’s car but in the backseat. Brad’s back seat was not the comfiest or the safest; the seat had a spring loose and the seat belt was broken. Alice saw Cole gleefully jump into the car though and then saw Brad jump into the drivers seat; Alice took notice that Cole and Brad were extremely excited and she didn’t know why.

Brad started his car up, and the engine roared for a minute and then sputtered, and Alice when she heard the car sputter she thought the car had died. After two or three coughs, Brad’s car came to life and the engine roared like an old lion