The Forest Fairy and the Willow Tree

Mae was a forest fairy

Who had glittery wings

And wore a green gown

And was a friend to all the animals

 

She always had lots of work to do

From helping the flowers to bloom

To helping birds build their nests

To making sure the grass got morning dew

 

After a long day’s work

She liked to visit her friend

Hector, the wise old Willow Tree

He always told her stories

 

About kids swimming in the lake

About beavers that would play

And kittens that would fall asleep

Beside him in the grass

 

They were best friends

And no matter how much time passed

Each day brought more laughter

And more stories to tell.

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Magic In The Air

Margaret, the village witch

Stood in a hot air balloon

With her daughter, Sunny.

 

They were high up in the air

Practically touching the clouds

As they looked down

At the expanse of green, rolling hills

Cozy houses, blue lakes

And vegetable gardens.

 

The wind was cool

The sun was warm

And the sky was open and free

Sunny reached her hands out

Over the edge of the basket

Imagining that the entire sky

Was theirs.

 

When the wind carried them

Above the sacred forest

Margaret lowered the balloon

And clapped her hands twice

Casting a spell so that they could hover

Over the tallest and oldest tree.

 

She reached into her satchel

And took out two potions

In glass bottles

One that smelled like lavender

And another that smelled like cinnamon.

 

She gave the former to her daughter

So they could pour the potions

Over the oldest tree

At the same time.

 

“What are the potions for, Mother?”

Sunny asked.

Margaret took out her wand and smiled.

“We’re going to make the sacred forest

Come to life,” she said.

 

They poured the potions

Over the trees

Casting a spell together.

And after a moment

All the trees in the forest

Started to bloom with colorful flowers

Adding bursts of orange, yellow, and blue

To the lush, green leaves.

 

When the last flower had bloomed

The hot air balloon drifted in the wind again

And they rose back among the clouds

In the great, big sky

Ready to create more magic

Across the land.

Underwater Kingdom

A mermaid swims

In the depths of the ocean

Greeting schools of angelfish

And blowing kisses at giant whales

 

The sun’s light just barely

Illuminates the underwater kingdom

As she goes looking for treasures

Left behind by people who walk on land

 

She finds everything

From glass bottles to shiny, gold coins

Musical instruments, tea sets

Old records, and boxes of canned food

 

With a touch of mermaid magic

She transforms a rusty anchor

Into a shiny, new sword

And an old jacket into an armor suit

 

There is no war in the ocean

But the mermaids are always trained

For a good fight

And humans always leave behind

 

The perfect tools for training.

She holds a candle in her hands

Wondering what it would be like

To go to the surface and see it light up.

 

She’d never met a human

But she’d read messages in bottles,

Worn out diaries,

And read inscriptions carved

 

Into golden plaques.

She always felt like

There was so much they could accomplish

If her kingdom ever joined forces with theirs.

 

An Invitation

Jill sat alone in the university library. This was her usual seat, at her usual table, tucked away by a small window where she could focus on her studies. She leafed through her anthropology textbook, taking notes so she could work on her essay about traditional medicine in Eastern cultures. Scribbling in her notebook, she was jotting down some information about the use of moxibustion in South Korea, when a shadow appeared over her on the wooden table.

“Sorry to interrupt, mind if I join you?” a guy asked. He was tall, wore a blue polo shirt with black jeans, and he had a shy smile. She didn’t recognize him at all, but she did recognize his voice. It was hard to know for sure, but she thought she had a class with him. Poly Sci? Biochem? One of those. Not wanting to lose her train of thought with her notes, she nodded, gesturing for him to sit so she could go on reading.

He sat across from her, diagonally. Placing his small backpack on the table, he started rummaging through it. She thought he was going to study, too, but instead he pulled out a sandwich resting in small plastic bag. Were people even allowed to eat in this room? Whatever. She didn’t really care.

He held out an open bag of chips, offering her one, but she declined. After stuffing some chips in his sandwich, he ate with a loud crunch and sipped from an apple juice box. For whatever reason, things started to feel awkward, like there was something he wanted to say, but wasn’t saying it. He put his sandwich down and cleared his throat.

“So, I wanted to ask you a question. But I don’t want it to come off as an insult. It’s not an insult,” he said.

Jill looked at him, but he was staring at the table, toying with a loose thread on his backpack.

“Um, okay. What is it?” she asked. He ran his fingers through his short, dark hair and took another sip of juice before he answered.

“The thing is, I kind of need someone to pretend to be my date. I have to go to this family friend’s dinner party. Friday night, at an event hall about twenty minutes from here. It’s semi-formal, but I’m not gonna know a lot of people there. I was gonna bring my girlfriend, Sasha, but she dumped me two days ago. I can’t cancel, and it would just be really awkward if I had to go alone. And I’d ask a friend, but I don’t really have a lot of friends here. I spent all my time with my, well, my ex.” He paused, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head. “You know what, this is stupid. I shouldn’t have bothered you with this.”

Tears seemed to well up in his eyes a bit, but he blinked them away. He wanted her to be his fake date? To a dinner party?

“Um, I mean, maybe I could. But why are you asking me?” she asked.

He smiled then, going from heartbroken to carefree in a matter of seconds. “Oh, I need someone who’s good in French. Not all the guests speak English. As far as I can tell, you’re the best in our class.”

French class. That’s where she knew him from. She tapped her pen against her notebook, thinking.

“I don’t have any plans on Friday, so I guess I could help. Why did you think I’d be insulted?”

He shrugged. “Because it’s, ya know, not a real date.”

She laughed and this time his warm, brown eyes met hers. “Trust me, I can live with that.”

Cozy Morning

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Bonnie sat in her warm, cozy bed. She sipped tea from her favorite mug, watching her girlfriend, Rya, sleep in the sun’s gentle light. Marble, their black and white cat, hopped onto the bed, curled up on a spare pillow and purred in preparation for a mid-morning nap. A vanilla candle burned on the nightstand, filling the room with its sweet scents. The only sounds were birds chirping outside and the occasional soft swoosh of cars going by on the road. Bonnie brushed her ginger hair out of her eyes, and pulled out her journal so she could get some reflections done. Still lost in her dreams, Rya smiled and hugged her pillow. So far, today was a good day.

Train Car Full Of Clowns

In the center of the stage

There was a train car

With blue and pink polka dots

And a big, red horn

.

That people young and old

Always wanted to squeeze

Soft layers of smoke

Drifted along the floor

.

And everyone sipped their soda

Or munched on cotton candy

As they waited for the first clown

They waited, and waited, and waited

.

But nothing happened

People wondered if there were any clowns

In the train at all

Or perhaps they’d fallen asleep

.

When there was the soft, cheerful sound

Of a bicycle bell

It sounded twice, and then one clown

Peaked out from behind the window

.

“Uh oh ladies, gentlemen, and everyone in between

It looks like our first clown is shy

How about making her feel welcome?”

The ringmaster said, stroking his mustache

.

One person in the crowd started clapping

And then several others followed

Until the sound filled the tent like falling rain

With a few people whistling and cheering

.

Maybelle the clown peaked her head

Out from behind the train car door

She let her rainbow hair cover half her face

But brushed it aside when everyone continued to clap

.

Putting one foot in front of the other

She made her way into the spotlight

And as the crowd cheered more and more

She took a bow

.

She picked up a unicycle

That was lying on the ground

Then rode around the tent

To give people flowers

.

That had pink and blue polka dots on them

After that, more clowns came out of the train car

Tall ones, short ones, and ones with pink hair

One carried a sandwich as high as the ceiling

.

And another played the saxophone

Two of them danced with ribbons

And one was just a baby

Who threw candy wrappers into the air

.

And giggled as they fell around him

More and more clowns came out of the train car

Far more than should have been able to fit

One was a large clown who opened a wooden box

.

And set a rainbow of butterflies free

As quickly as the clowns began

They made their way back into the train car

One by one

.

Until the only one left was Maybelle

She stood in the spotlight

With her last pink and blue polka dotted flower

And tossed it into the audience

.

With her eyes closed

After someone caught it

She took her final bow

And made her way back into the train car.

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