Tuesday, February 5, 2019

Toad's Humanity.... A Short Story Fairy Tale




Toad's Humanity 

By W.L. Wright 

TOAD’S HUMANITY
By Wanda Wright

The pixies, Willy, Dilly and Billy all looked closely at the toad sleeping. He was the largest and oldest toad in the forest, dark olive green and every wart worn with pride. He loved to sit on the same toadstool making him an easy target for the pixies that always knew where to find him. They had played many pranks on him and he always forgave them understanding that it was in the nature of pixies to play tricks.


“Do it Dilly, go ahead,” Willy said to Dilly and all three had a grin on their faces.



Dilly raised his wand and made circles around the toad with it. A tiny beam of blue light followed the wands trail until it encapsulated the toad in it.  The toad woke up his eyes big looking at Willy, Dilly and Billy through the brilliant blue light he was in and before he could tell them to stop he was standing naked in the forest as a full-grown young man.



“Okay very funny you silly pixies now change me back, I was getting a good sleep and well,” the toad said but before he finished he stuck his tongue out expecting it to reach the fly going by him and missed him because of his insufficient human tongue and a loud ribbet came out instead.



Willy, Dilly and Billy began roaring in laughter seeing the toad as a man trying to use his tongue to catch a fly and hearing the ribbet come out. The toad started looking at his body and realized they had made him into a young man. He felt his arms and legs and touched around his head to his mop of hair and facial features and he realized he kind of liked it.



“Okay Dilly change him back now,” Billy said but the toad spoke up quickly just as Billy spoke the last word and Dilly raised his wand.



“Stop! Wait, just a moment now, I like this new form. Can I keep it? I mean will I get a whole human lifetime out of this body? “ The toad excited rambled on a ribbet coming out again at the end. Dilly didn’t move the wand, they all three just stared at him amazed he didn't want to be turned back into a toad.



“It’s a joke boys, the toad is joking with us now. Very funny toad, go ahead Dilly do it,” Willy said thinking the toad and been joking and the other two pixies started laughing believing Willy was right.



“It’s no joke boys, I have lived my whole very long life as a toad. Now you have given me the opportunity for a whole new adventure, and as a young man. That is a whole lot more life, I am hoping. Oh what an adventure I will have!” the toad replied quickly wanting to be sure he wasn’t changed back into a toad.



“Toad you know nothing about the life of humans, you don’t even care that you are standing there totally naked. If you were a real human you would be hiding behind a tree by now or grabbing some leaves to cover yourself like humans do,” Willy said believing the toad was being ridiculous.



“I have let you pixies have your fun for a very long time with pranking me, but this time, I want you to let me stay like this. I have been a toad all my life and well, my life doesn’t have much left to it as a toad so I want to live it now as a human. Do I get a longer life by doing this?” the toad asked again another ribbet came out.



Willy, Billy and Dilly came close together putting their arms around each other to discuss what the toad wanted without him listening in. Meanwhile the toad was trying to catch flies with his hands but was not having much success at it as a man.



“Toad we all like you, and we always have. But what you are asking takes more than what you know. First you would have to kill the troll that lives in the cave at the edge of the forest. Then you would have to take his cut off head to the evil witch that lives on the edge of the forest by the castle.



If you can do all that and survive, then there is a princess that lives in the castle and she is truly horribly hideous, hates everyone and treats everyone despicably. If you can get her to fall in love with you then you can remain in this human form.” Dilly said and the other two pixies were nodding their tiny heads in agreement with solemn faces.



“That seems like quite a lot to stay human, but okay, I want to try so where is this troll? I get this princess to fall in love with me and I get to become king right? Wow this is more than I expected out of a human life! This adventure sounds great! I am ready to go for it,” the toad said another ribbet coming out.



The pixies could not believe that the toad agreed and didn’t think he would survive it all because after all he was just a toad. They tried and tried to talk the toad out of the whole idea and after a few hours or so they gave up. The pixies did get him to agree to wait until they returned with human clothes for him to wear before he left.



“Where did you get the clothes?” the toad asked excited about the prospect of his great adventure ahead while he struggled to figure out how to put the clothes on until the pixies finally helped him.



“From a house that is in the forest. So if you pass a house with boxes of tiny purple flowers hanging along the fence don’t stop there,” Dilly replied wanting to change the toad back but he was still respecting his wishes and his agreement with Billy and Willy.



“He needs a name, a human name,” Billy said and they all agreed and started saying out names that they though would suit the toad. But the toad interrupted their discussion and told them he made his decision to be called Gilly so he would always remember where the gift of becoming human came from. The pixies bade the toad farewell feeling sad that he was leaving and would likely never return. Each had tears running down their tiny pixie faces.



Gilly was excited and happy and walked off with gusto towards the troll cave. He loved walking high on his two human legs. He could see the entire world around him differently from this high up and he was enjoying it immensely.  Once in a while he would step into the water and he thought it felt as good as when he was a toad.



When he reached the little house in the forest with the flower boxes hanging on the fence with little purple flowers he remembered what Dilly had said. He had never seen a human house this high up and was fascinated by the detail of it that he could see from this new level.



A very old man came out of the house and looked at Dilly instantly recognizing his clothes and shouted at him, “Thief! You have my clothes!”



Gilly stood there for a moment staring at the old man because up to this point he had seen very few humans in his whole toad life. When he saw the old man starting to charge him he tried to hop away and tripped and fell and a ribbet sound escaped. This stopped the old man for a moment not sure if he had heard the young man ribbet. Gilly was able to get up and run away before he started charging him again.



As he ran he felt the speed he was at was faster than he had ever gone and his legs running felt glorious. He was laughing at the sheer joy of his new form and its new abilities beyond what he could experience as a toad. He was having fun dodging the trees effortlessly as he ran fast through the forest not even thinking about the old man.



Once he noticed that he was getting out of breath some miles down the road he stopped running and walked again. He knew he was getting close to the troll’s cave seeing a marker of a three large trees that were each torn in half by lightning that the pixies told him about. He decided to stop and eat and found many grasshoppers to fill his stomach and wondered for a bit about human food and what it would be like and looking forward to trying it all.



Mosquitoes that previously only tried to stay away from him now were trying to suck his human blood. He laughed as he easily snapped them all up and ate them as snacks as he walked through the forest toward the troll cave. Soon he was very close to the entrance to the cave and knew it because the smell in the air changed from pine to putrid and insects became more plentiful just as the pixies described.



He remembered that he had to kill the troll and decided to plan it out before entering. Once he was confident that his plan would work he entered the cave. 

The cave entrance was dark grey and black stone cut into the mountainside of the forest. A trickle of water was coming out of the cave and the smell only got worse as Gilly went deeper into it. Bones were all over the ground of different sizes and species and Gilly couldn’t figure out all of them. It was obvious to him that this troll liked to eat and he ate a lot.



He walked against one wall so he might be able to see the troll before the troll saw him. Before he expected it he saw the troll stomping towards him. He didn’t see him and Gilly stayed motionless his back pressed against one side of the cave wall. He was hoping he would pass by him and he would get the advantage of being behind him.



The troll stopped in front of him and started laughing. Gilly didn’t know what to do and just stood frozen watching him. He was large but not that much taller than Gilly and his body stank of rot. Rolls of fat encrusted with dirt and blood and smeared over his entire pale torso and hefty pale arms. He had the face of a man but his mouth and nose were disfigured with teeth that were sharpened tools.



“Did you think I couldn’t smell you silly young man? Have you not learned about trolls before you came into a cave of a troll? No matter, you will make a fine dinner for me tonight,” the troll roared and reached out to grab Gilly. Gilly let out a ribbet and reached his hands out putting his fingers into each eye of the troll and pushing deeply into each socket.



The troll hung onto him hard but Gilly pushed even harder ignoring the screams of the troll knowing he stood between him and remaining human. The troll in terrible pain and now blind stepped back to pity himself forgetting that Gilly had just done the deed for the moment. Gilly grabbed a bone and smashed his head with it until he was dead, his clothes now covered in blood.



When he was sure the troll was dead he spent some time trying to cut its head off with the bones and it made his clothes a terrible mess of blood and rot from the troll. He smelled as bad as the troll did now. Finally succeeding in getting the head off he left the cave and animals ran away from him as he walked. He searched for water to wash the stink of the troll off and finding it jumped in happily throwing the troll head to the bank of the river.



He stripped his clothes off and was enjoying the water cleansing the troll off but he lost track of time in the enjoyment and didn’t get out until it was almost dark. The troll head, eyeless looked even more hideous now as he picked it up to find a place to bed down for the night. He was tired now and the journey, though he was enjoying the adventure, was finally taking its toll on him.



He fell asleep by a tree by the water and when he woke up in the morning a fox was nibbling at the troll head. He shooed the fox away more to protect the fox then the head, thinking that rotting troll would likely make the fox sick or worse might even kill him. He picked up the head and started off towards the witch’s house near the castle that he thought was convenient since he would head to the castle next for the princess to seal the deal of his humanity.



The head seemed to become heavier as he walked and the smell of rot was overwhelming, so he stopped to set it down for a moment. He looked at his clothes and they looked dirty but he didn’t think that would be a problem so much for the witch. But he decided if he had a chance after the witch he would find new clothes to change into before he went to woo the princess.



He picked up the head again and walked on to find the witch’s house. When he saw the stick figures hanging in the trees here and there and ever increasing as he walked, he knew that the witch’s house was close. The pixies had told him about the stick figures and he was thus sure of it. A ribbet came out when he saw the house and he ate a mosquito just for good measure and a little extra energy.



The house looked ominous it was an made of what looked like mud smoothed into a dome tucked into thick forest trees filled with the stick figures. The door was dark wood with a large iron clasp. Gilly walked slowly up with another ribbet escaping his mouth.



The door swung open with a blast and Gilly started to ribbet uncontrollably looking at the witch standing before him. She was large and her face alone caused him to stare. Her eyes were big and yellow with thick lashes and a long nose that shifted to one side. Her face was gaunt almost silver in color and looked like a toad that was desiccated.  Her mouth had jagged teeth between two thin lips that were more yellow then pink.



Her clothes were heavy and layered in black and what looked like spider webs with spiders crawling all over her body. Gilly was awakened from his trance by her laughter after the witch informed him she knew he was a toad.



“How do you know that?” Gilly asked and another ribbet came out and he knew then how she figured it out.



She grabbed the head and invited him in as a guest and Gilly, being told by the pixies just to be careful with her, entered her home. There was a small fire burning in an open hearth and Gilly could see human skulls and other skulls inside it like a fresh burn. The rest of the home looked cozy to Gilly a few plump but dusty chairs and a small table with potions jars in a disorganized mess all over it.



Gilly took a seat and the witch brought over a tub of water for his feet and she was softly laughing. Gilly put his feet in and he felt instant happiness. The witch sat in the other plump chair and just looked at him not saying a word.



“So you wanted the head of the troll?” he asked hoping to start some kind of conversation with her despite her fearful look.


“Are you sure you want humanity toad? What good will that do you?” the witch asked in response. The way she talked was eerie, it was low in tone and high in pitch.



“I am an old toad and this is a new adventure for my life. I am happy to become fully human,” Gilly said sincerely. He still knew his decision to remain human was the right one for him.



“Did they tell you about the princess? No one has gotten her heart and I am not sure she has one. I think she would be better off and more powerful as a witch. I would like you to bring her to me so I can transform her into her fully natural form,” the witch said and her eyes glowing yellow now made Gilly feel that this was not a request.



“I know what the pixies told me but they didn’t think I could kill the troll but I did. You have his head here as proof of that,” Gilly said brushing his hair aside and finally seeing that it was golden blonde. He touched it again in admiration.



“You make a handsome young man, have you not seen yourself? Do you not know what you look like?” the witch asked grabbing a mirror from the small table next to her and passing it to him.



Gilly took the mirror from her but he could see the face of it moving and didn’t want to look into it as he thought it might be a trick. But the witch was staring him down so he peeked into it and saw himself as the toad he was. The witch started laughing and cackling moving up and down in the chair while the spiders continued to crawl all over her.



Gilly got up and ran out of the door while she was still laughing. The door slammed behind him though he never saw her raise up from the chair. He didn’t look back, he just kept running towards the castle.



When he reached the castle he was out of breath and taken back by the largeness of it. He stopped moving to look at the massive structure and find a way inside. The large white stone structure was bigger than he had ever seen before. He really appreciated his size again as he could see it in its full glory at his new height. Large massive stones were piled on top of each other and Gilly had never seen stones like this, so smooth and all one size.



He wanted to sit on one of these stones, to feel what it was like. He had sat on many stones but none like these. It excited him the more he looked at it and realizing he could stay human forever and own all of this if he got the princess to fall in love with him, he became excited and hurried off to find an entrance.



The castle was very large and he had to walk very far cutting through trees until he saw other people. A small ribbet released from his mouth before he walked onto the pathway where the other people were. He wondered if they knew, if they could sense he wasn’t real, that he was really a toad. But he kept walking and noticed females smiling at him. He thought about what the witch told him how he was a handsome young man and hoped that their smiles were because of that.



Finally he saw people rushing in and out of a door and hurried over to it to enter the castle. He thought he would just go right through when a man holding a tall pole with a flag on it stopped him by grabbing his arm.



“What business do you have here?” he asked and as he held Gilly’s arm. Gilly tried his very best not to ribbet.



Just then a man went running out of the castle with a piece of bread in his hands and others were shouting and chasing after him. The man released Gilly running after the man with bread too. Gilly let out a small ribbet and ran into the castle.



There were many people inside and everyone seemed to be doing something, selling something, entertaining others, enjoying the entertainment, eating, talking or listening. Gilly walked through trying to be unnoticed but females kept smiling at him and he started smiling back that was responded to in soft giggles before he passed by.


He went through it all until he reached the inside halls. People were rushing back and forth as if everyone had a serious purpose. Gilly enjoyed watching it all and almost forgot what he was here for until finally seeing young girls dressed in fine soft gowns with sparkling braiding even in their hair and he knew to follow them.


Soon he was at the chamber of the princess and he peered in to assess his chances with her. It was a beautiful room filled with flowers and a large massive bed like Gilly had never seen. He wanted to hop onto it to see how soft it was. The princess had her back to him and when she turned around he almost threw up. For one moment he thought the witch may be right and her true calling was to be the most hideous witch in existence.


He regained himself recalling that her true love alone could keep him human. He didn’t have to marry her. He just needed her to fall in love with him. He just wanted to sit on the stone he didn’t have to own it all he thought to himself.


“You there, come here!” her heard a voice say and he realized it was the princess.


He looked around him and saw that there was no one else that she could mean. He walked over slowly as she grinned at him through her hideous mouth. Her hair was matted and white though her face appeared young.


Her eyes were small and beady and looked like two black marbles that had been pushed into white clay. Her nose was almost not visible it was so small and tiny and only up close could anyone see that there was a nose there at all. Her mouth had two large engorged lips that Gilly had never seen on any human thus far. Her gown was beautiful white with pink accents that glittered but not more than her diamond-encrusted tiara.


“Who are you boy? I have never seen you before in the castle or elsewhere around the grounds. Where did you come from? Are you here to kill me you swine!” she screamed at him as soon as he got close enough for her shouting hot breath to be felt by him. She slapped a servant for no reason and Gilly wondered whether he could ever be human forever.


“I am from a town far away and saw your beautiful castle and I just want to sit on a stone. Would you permit me to do that?” he said not knowing what else to come up with and wishing the pixies had given him some special advice for the princess.


“Sit on a stone?” she replied laughing at him but the princess could not resist this young man’s handsome looks so she gave him permission to sit on a stone and followed him outside to do it.


Gilly walked with the entourage of the princess who he could see were not happy but rather trying to be perfect so they could avoid her terrible wrath. She hit them all for no reason and Gilly could see she took pleasure from it, laughing each time she did it. She didn’t raise her hand to him and he was glad for it wondering whether he could resist hitting her back or not if she did.


Finally they got to the top of the castle and a large courtyard was there. Stones to sit on were all along the ledge and available in every direction. Next to the walls were marksmen with arrows at the ready watching the distance.


“Well pick the stone you want to sit on already, there are plenty here,” the princess said her tone sarcastic as though Gilly like the rest were only toys for her amusement.


Gilly walked over to the wall right next to one of the marksmen who shook his head slightly trying to warn Gilly not to sit on the wall. But Gilly feeling defeated outside of his great adventure to this point in becoming human, killing the troll and surviving the evil witch, felt pleased enough if the end happened now. His dream had been bigger but he knew this princess likely had no heart to swoon as the witch said.


He sat on the wall and felt the great stone so smooth beneath him; he couldn’t help petting it with his hands the coolness of it wonderful to his touch. The princess became more irate because Gilly wasn’t trying to swoon her and was instead ignoring her as they all did before him and she began walking away. The marksmen told him to let her go but Gilly decided he would try more. He had made it so far already she was the only thing standing in his way and he knew had not tried hard enough yet.


“My lady thank you for allowing me to sit on the glorious stones that this castle are made of. I will be eternally grateful, can I do something for you in return?” Gilly said hoping she was not going to shout at him again.


“You are just a simple boy what could you do for me the princess of this castle? I have everything, everything I need!” she shouted and slapped the maiden next to her and she fell onto the ground.


“How about love, would you like my love dear beautiful princess?” Gilly said hoping he could melt her icy heart by using the very words of what he needed from her.


The princess grabbed Gilly by the arm and ran away from her entourage and didn’t stop until they were both alone in an abandoned section of the castle.


“Why do you mention love to me? Beautiful boy you cannot love one as hideous as me!” she said and burst into tears.


“Do you have a mirror dear lady?” Gilly asked knowing he might really get what he wanted now that she had shown her vulnerability to him.


“Why? Is this some cruel joke you are playing like the rest have?” she said talking through her flowing tears.


“Because you will see that I am not as handsome as I appear, and you are not as hideous as you think you are either,” Gilly replied not sure if he was right but having an inkling that there was more to this than he knew for now.


She grabbed his hand still crying and ran to her bedroom running to the small dressing table and pulled a mirror out. Gilly took it from her and standing next to her positioned it so they could see both within it at the same time.


Inside the mirror Gilly saw a princess so beautiful that she appeared to be a beautiful goddess and the princess saw Gilly as a toad.  That one moment, where they both saw the truth that they were both under spells they formed an instant bond telling each other their secret.


It did not take much time at all after that before they both fell in love and got married. On the day of the wedding the princess returned to her real form as beautiful a young woman as had ever been seen and Gilly was forever turned into a handsome young man and they lived happily ever after.


Gilly still sits on a stone now and then and remembers his days as a toad but never regretted his decision to achieve a life of a much longer happiness.






Sunday, February 3, 2019

Return to Limerick ranking huge THANK YOU!

Hey everyone your response has been truly amazing. Return to Limerick is ranking high in the US, UK, Italy, Australia and Canada! That's just in 24 hours! Thank you fairy tale readers! You all totally rock!

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Monday, January 28, 2019

The Earthlings Trailer Video

Maggie's Reddit World

Reddit is a very different community and I have always loved drawing cartoons so I decided to start one on the Reddit experience. Here are the first two.

Maggie's Reddit World #1


Maggie's Reddit World #2

 

Sunday, January 27, 2019

The Earthlings Still Going Strong and Bucking the Odds.



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Hello Everyone! It's been quite a week since I launched my novels.

The Earthlings after the 48 hour free period that happened last week is still going strong and bucking the odds. Without a single review it is holding strong in the ranks.

The Fable of Eve is also doing above average right now. I just launched it and I am doing the freebie period for 5 whole days this time. So far The Fable of Eve is also doing better than average. But I won't know everything until the free days have ended this coming Tuesday.

Next week both books will have a price increase but I will also be launching Return to Limerick so look out for it because I like starting all my books out as a freebie.

Thank you to everyone who has downloaded and are reading the novels!


Friday, January 25, 2019

The Fable of Eve is FREE on Amazon TODAY through 1-29!

If you like fantasy, magic, romance, adventure and fun then check out the Fable of Eve. It is FREE for 5 whole days and exclusively available on Amazon.
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07MYB33ZF


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Thursday, January 24, 2019

Return to Limerick...Amazon is getting it


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Just a week ago I put The Earthlings up on Amazon. Days after that I put up The Fable of Eve. Within days after that I had a great response and am humbly grateful.

After sitting in what now feels like the dark in formal literary submissions the lights came on. Now life itself brightened because of the public response. Thank you again and no there can never been enough times for that.

I have weeks to go before anyone technically gives up on the formal literary publication world on a "manuscript'; it's called a novel once it's published. But I don't think I am going to wait that long because I am getting excited about adding it to Amazon.

Return to Limerick is a fantasy tale of animals living in a beautiful garden in Limerick Ireland in the mid 1800s. After finding out the horrible witch that owns the garden is back they decide to fight back.

Gizelda is the witch that owns the house and the garden. She moves around the world returning to each home every 100 years or so. She is happy to return to her childhood home and hopes she can stay. Witch hunts are a thing of the past in the mid 1800s and there is even a magic shop in the town by now.

But when things start going wrong for her she doesn't suspect the garden animals and goes after the neighbors for it all.

 Gizelda has a secret and as long as she keeps it she survives. She is very powerful and confident and all of her major adversaries, an Egyptian princess, a Roman soldier an African Chieftain among others, are trapped in her magic book. Once they are released she has more trouble on her hands.

The main focus of the story is between the animals and Gizelda's dog. Toad is the garden leader and wants to hide his lack of courage from the others. Snake is courageous and romantic and gopher isn't as courageous and wants to be seen as a leader but really just wants it all to be over with so he can go back to digging holes.

These are only a few of the myriad of animal characters mixed with magic into a wonderful fantasy tale. Young to old will appreciate this story that has an ending that everyone will love.

This is the novel you can read to your children and enjoy the story with them. Being a longer novel you can make it special evenings over time that you both look forward to. I expect to launch Return to Limerick next week!

Wednesday, January 23, 2019

To all the broke writers out there...good news!


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I used to have friends ask for my creative writing stories when I was younger and that was pretty cool. But recently after deciding to self publish a couple of my favorite novels, I think tons of real readers out there reading your book and liking it is even better.

But I wanted to let all the writers out there know that you don't need to have the hundreds of dollars to promote your book if you self publish. I started to think that was the case and to tell you the truth I thought it might be hopeless.

I don't have the money to spend on promotion and when I put The Earthlings up on Amazon and made it free I didn't have enough time to even put it up on those free sites that give you a listing. I only used social media, Google +, Reddit and Twitter to announce the first novel within less than a week I had an incredible reaction.

My Kindle freebie period of only 48 hours on The Earthlings resulted in 169 downloads and lots of readers on Kindle Unlimited. Also it placed The Earthlings at #3 on the days it was free and since then it has been steadily rising up to almost crack the top 100 on Amazon in the category overall.

So if you think you don't have the money to promote your book and thus there is no hope forget that idea. If you write a good story and readers like it then social media and grassroots support will respond. The Earthling is living proof of that. So write on!

Tuesday, January 22, 2019

The Earthlings is it going to break into the Top 100 in Amazon?

Getting really close to the top 100 ranking for young adult science fiction alien books! Thanks and cheers everyone!

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Friday, January 18, 2019


Here we go again,
Another time to spin,
Ronald came in.

Used to be a cool dude,
Until he became a complete
tool,
Became the puppet of
fools.

No one knew it
could happen like that,
Everyone thought it included
a baseball bat,
Because he was wearing
a hat.

Yet no one is sure about
things,
No one that was there
wants to
sing,
And poor Ronald
is now their eternal
dingaling. 



Thursday, January 10, 2019

The Earthlings...a sci fi adventure novel.

 

The Earthlings

By Wanda Wright
The earth is dying but the spaceships that people are dying to get on are going to planets that freedom is lost. Relaa and Macbeth are teenagers who fought their way onto a spaceship only to later realize that slavery is the only position of earthlings on all of the planets that earthlings have been taken to.

Rumors of  distant rebellions bring encouragement to Relaa and Macbeth but their paths on the planet are very different. Joining the rebellion of earthlings seems perfect because earthlings are being massacred so there is no time to waste.

Some believe the rebellion must be accomplished through stealthy violence while others believe in non-violent methods. What really works surprises everyone.

Available NOW on Kindle and Amazon only $2.49! Great read for a great deal! Click here





Wednesday, January 9, 2019

Sally...A Limerick


SALLY

If you ever meet Sally,
Don’t dilly dally,
Run away,
Be afraid,
She’s despicably evil,
Feels very medieval.

She came to our town,
Dressed in a frown,
We thought she was kind,
A gentle mind,
Doing good for mankind,
But a darker stew brewed,
She knew just what to do,
Took everyone down,
To the far end of town,
Made us all frown,
Made us all drown.

This story comes to you,
Like a drop of dew,
So you don’t end up in Sally’s stew,
She knows just what to do,
To take your whole life from you.

Wednesday, January 2, 2019

The Flower a Short Story


The Flower
By Wanda Wright

The flower woke up, “What am I?” it said and was surprised at hearing its own voice. It looked around and saw other flowers just like it all around.

“Am I a flower? One of these?” it said wanting to hear its own voice again and wondering if any other flower would speak back.

All the other flowers were silent, not one spoke back they just gently nodded in the slight breeze. The flower reached its leaves up to its mouth to feel it moving as it said, “ Wake up the rest of you, don’t leave me alone here please.”

All the flower could hear was the rustling of the breeze but feeling its own mouth move the flower knew that it surely had a mouth. It touched further and found an eye, the contact slightly stinging it so it only touched it for a second.

“Have I always been a flower?” it thought to itself this time wondering how it could be seeing and speaking but no other flower could.

“Can I walk out of here?” it thought and tugged up but it still had roots buried deep in the rich ground of the bed.

After just a few tugs it stopped because it didn’t want to die, as the tugging had been met with resistance that wasn’t freeing it easily. The flower looked all around now and saw that it was part of a large bed of flowers that were part of a very large garden that had walking paths in between. There were different kinds of flowers and plants and so many that it was all the flower could see.

“Anyone, can anyone here speak like I can?” it shouted now as loud as it could, hoping at least one of the other flowers could speak too.

The flower listened as carefully as it could hoping to hear at least one of the flowers in the large garden speak back. But the flower heard nothing but leaves rustling in the breeze.

“How can this be? How is it that I am the only flower in this large garden that can speak, that can see?” the flower shouted now more in frustration then seeking out another speaking flower.

Suddenly it heard a slight buzzing noise and it looked all around but saw nothing different until a great mist of water was covering it and the others flowers. At first when the water touched it, the flower was scared. But as soon as it realized it was water it felt great joy in the moment and began singing feeling the nourishment and soaking it up happily.

“La la la la la, tra la la, tra la la” it sang on bending to make sure the water touched every part of its flower body.

A gardener near by heard the singing and went to investigate it. The garden worked at the public garden that wasn’t open yet so he suspected someone had snuck in before it was allowed. He followed the singing sound and realized it was a beautiful voice, but he was still going to tell whomever it was to leave.

The gardener came to where the singing was loud and brilliant but he saw no one around. He could still hear the singing but no one was there and it was as if the song was coming from the sky. The gardener kneeled down and started praying thinking that he must be hearing the song of an angel.

When the flower finally noticed the gardener, he was kneeling with his hands clasped together and mumbling something the flower couldn’t hear. He stopped singing and thought about shouting out to him but was afraid. It was one thing talking to his own kind, but the flower wasn’t sure about talking to the gardener.
The flower stayed quiet until the gardener left.

As soon as the gardener was out of sight the flower began singing again, “Tra la la la la, Tra la la laaaaa.” The singing felt good to the flower, it made him feel free though he was stuck in the garden as the only one of his kind.

The gardener hearing the singing again grabbed his shears for protection and ran back to the same place thinking now that someone was playing a trick on him and hiding. But as soon as he arrived where he was sure he was hearing the singing coming from, it stopped. The flower seeing the gardener again holding shears in his hand became very afraid of him and immediately stopped singing as soon as he saw him.

‘Come out, I know you are here somewhere! The garden is closed and you need to leave!” the gardener shouted holding the shears up like a weapon.

But all that he could hear was the slight breeze rustling through the garden leaves and he saw no one around. He walked away hoping he had at least scared away the intruder and feeling foolish now for having prayed thinking he was hearing the song of a heavenly angel. The flower watched him silent not saying a word in response, the shears putting him in great fear.

Time passed and the flower didn’t see the gardener again and he felt frustrated because he felt great happiness in singing, but he didn’t want to bring the gardener back again. Eventually there were many people walking around and many had small children and babies with them. One small child walked up to the garden that the flower was in and grabbed its stem and began pulling.

“Stop, don’t do that! You can’t pick me!” the flower shouted and the little girl surprised to hear the flower talking and seeing the single eye and mouth of the flower became scared and ran off to her mother crying.

“Mommy that flower talked to me!” the little girl cried and the flower became frightened that the mother would believe the child. But the mother just wiped away her tears and told her flowers can’t talk, thinking the girl’s imagination had caused her fright.

The flower watched all the people walking around and talking and was entertained by their conversations about their life as people. Many times the flower was tempted to comment on their conversations but he didn’t dare do it realizing that they would want to pick him right away and then he would die.

By the late afternoon and before the sun was fully down, the people were all gone and the flower started singing again. Birds came and watched the flower singing but when he tried to speak to them they just flew away and never spoke back.

The flower spent days on end singing in the garden when no people were around but over time he became melancholy wanting to converse with someone else, but feeling too much fear to do so. After a time he saw that some of the flowers were starting to die and he feared for his own life watching the gardener pull out dead flowers from other beds and replace them with new and different flowers.

The flower tried to stop the gardener by singing and sometimes even shouting at him, but the gardener now believing he was losing his mind and hearing voices ignored the flower entirely.

He saw that the flowers like him, were starting to wilt and each day he checked himself for the signs that he too was wilting away toward death, but saw that his leaves were still richly green and healthy. Soon the gardener came to his bed to clear out the flowers and the flower knew he would have to speak to him and not let him pull him out.

When the gardener looked at the bed of flowers he was puzzled by the fact that only a single flower was still healthy and vibrant while all the others were wilted and ready to be pulled and changed. He looked at it closely and the flower afraid began shivering from the fear it felt. The gardener grabbed a clump of wilted flowers not sure what to do about the single flower that remained healthy and vigorous.

The flower seeing the gardener begin to pull flowers out shouted out to him,” You can’t pull me out, I am not ready to die!”

The gardener tried to ignore the voice he was sure was only in his head and a problem he kept as a secret. The flower realized the gardener didn’t react and wondered if he maybe could not hear him at all. The gardener continued to clear the bed of the other wilted flowers and the flower panicking started singing.

The gardener hearing the singing again put his hands on each ear trying to drown out the voices in his head and praying that he would get his sanity back. But the singing didn’t stop and when the gardener looked again he saw the single eye and mouth of the single healthy flower in the bed and realized it was the flower that was singing.

“Oh what black magic is this?” the gardener said not sure if he was seeing the flower sing or whether he had gone completely insane now.

The flower hearing the gardener say this became highly offended that he would suggest his existence was from evil.

“Black magic? Why do you think this beautiful voice comes from black magic? Not likely, I mean I am not sure how this happened, but I am definitely not evil,” the flower shouted back at him, upset by the suggestion that his existence was bad in any way.

The gardener rocked back not sure what to think hearing and seeing the flower speak to him so fluently.

“You can talk? You can see? You are the one who has been singing each early morning and every night all this time?” the gardener said his eyes wide open staring at the flower and hoping he was wrong and that he was actually sane.

“Yes, and if you hadn’t come out with those shears I might have let you in on my secret long ago,” the flower said smugly now but happy that he was finally having a conversation with someone other than himself.

“What is your name? Do you have a name? I am Bernardo,” the gardener said knowing now he was the sole witness to a real miracle.

“I am a flower, and yes, I figured out long ago that your name is Bernardo. It is great to finally meet you Bernardo,” the flower said his little mouth in a wide bright smile now knowing he had finally made a friend.

“That is OK, you don’t need a name. Well, you have actually have a name you know, you are a Daisy. Did you know that you are a Daisy?” Bernardo asked still amazed that the little flower could talk, but happy that he could.

Bernardo lived alone his whole life and never made any real friends. He loved working in the garden and had spent his lifetime doing just that. Other people thought his mind was slow and got frustrated easily trying to have a conversation with him, or they pitied him and neither one made for a good friend.

“Daisy, that sounds good I like that name, if I am going to go by a name that is. I know I am a flower,” the flower replied never wanting the conversation to end he was enjoying it so much.

“I guess you will have to stay in the garden, and I will have to plant these other flowers they gave me around you, but I won’t bother you at all,” Bernardo said feeling very special now that he had made a friend, a real friend from a flower.

“That is wonderful Bernardo I am glad you understand and aren’t going to kill me when I am still alive,” the flower replied and they both laughed.

The flower and Bernardo continued their conversation until Bernardo was finished with the bed. He promised to come back each day and talk with the flower and both Bernardo and the flower were very happy. After that when Bernardo heard the beautiful singing of the flower he took pleasure in the fact that his one good friend was so beautiful and talented and unique. It made him feel very special and happy and both the flower and Bernardo were happier than they had ever been before.

When Bernardo was very old and couldn’t tend the garden anymore, before he retired he gently and carefully dug the flower up and put him in a special pot and took him home. The two of them lived happily ever after until the day that Bernardo died and on that same day the flower happily died too.




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