A Rollal Pain

I still can’t stay long, since I’m trying to write for real, but I wanted to share this story with anyone who might still be stopping by. As a side note, do you think I will ever get published? I’m …

Bedtime stories: Never Around

Isn’t it strange that pennies always seem to be around if  you care enough to stop and notice them? Some people are like that too. David was a boy who never seemed to be around when needed. Once with tragic …

Bedtime Stories: Jack and the Magic Beans

Once upon a time there was a young boy named Jack. He lived with his mother in a small village. Unfortunately, Jack and his mother were very poor.

One day Jack’s mom told him to take their scrawny cow to town and to trade it for some food. Jack was an obedient boy, and even though the cow was his friend, he wanted to honor his Mother’s wishes, and they did need some food, so with a heavy heart, he left for town.

On the way there he met a little man, who told him that he would give Jack magic beans in exchange for the cow. The man said that if Jack took the magic beans and ran some water over them, that they would make him more money than he had ever seen.

Jack didn’t really feel like walking all the way to town, so he said “sure” and made the trade.

As he started going back to his house, he realized what an idiot he had been to believe a stranger and trade his cow. His only hope was that the beans really were magic. He ran to the river and let the water run over the tin cup which held the beans. The beans didn’t jump, or talk, or any other magic thing.

Feeling hopeless, he returned home with the gross looking bean water. When his mom saw it and heard the story, she was so mad that she threw the beans and even the cup into the fire. She then started crying as the cup of bean water steamed. It was only a minute or two before a strange smell started wafting from the fireplace.

She fished the cup out of the fire and took a slow sip. It was wonderful. She felt so alive! She knew then that the beans truly were magic, and she hugged her son. Then they stayed up all night planning their marketing strategies and lived rich and happily ever after.

And now you know how coffee was invented.

Bedtime Stories: Dream

Once upon a time there was a dream. How can you write a story from the perspective of a dream, you ask? Because I, my readers, am a writer. Nothing more, nothing less. This dream was a beautiful dream. Full …

Bedtime Stories: Lost

Once upon a time there was a little girl. She grew up very poor. She didn’t have new clothes, just hand-me-downs and clothes from the thrift store. She didn’t have fancy toys, just things that she found at garage sales, …

Bedtime Stories: Broken

Shhh, don’t tell.

Can we fix it?

I don’t think so. We can try.

She will be so mad.

Yeah, I know.

Let’s just hide it.

She’ll notice it’s gone.

But it’s too broke to fix.

We have to tell her

We can’t!

She’ll find out anyway.

Maybe not.

Yes she will.

Please don’t tell.

MOM…

Bedtime Stories: Please Check All Large Trunks

This weekend I asked for suggestions for this week’s Trifecta topic. Toenails, and later knees and elbows were the suggestions offered. Trifecta’s challenge for this week was to use the word flight, defined: 3a : a trip made by or …

Bedtime stories: Wishes

Once upon a time there was a little boy. Overall, this boy was pretty content. He had his toys and his video games. He had a mom and dad, a sister and a brother. He had a dog that was his best friend, although he had lots of other really good friends too.

The one thing that this little boy didn’t have, that he sometimes wished for was a ride on a shooting star. He didn’t know why he wanted that. He couldn’t play with it. He couldn’t take it places. Even when he learned what shooting stars really were, it didn’t stop his wish. Somehow he knew there was more to it than what was in his books.

One day he was walking to school, and a horrible thing happened. Someone had lost control of their car and he was hit. The paramedics took him to the hospital. The doctors did everything they could do, but by the time his family could make it there, he had passed away.

Words could never describe the agony his family felt. Time went by, and they still rarely smiled. His sister had nightmares, and his brother became withdrawn.

One night, while his mother was sleeping, he appeared to her in a dream. He was crying. “My son, my baby. Why? I needed you. We need you” she cried while she ran to hold him. She threw her arms around him and wept with him.

After a while, he backed away enough to look in her eyes. “Mommy. I need you too. I don’t know why it happened, but I am okay. Different, but okay. I can ride them mom. Things are different on the other side. There’s so much more than you can see, but you have to believe me. It is incredible. We all get to ride them if we want to. Before you ever see them. When they are out there.” He pointed to the sky. “The only times you see them, are when one of us wants you to. When we want someone to know we are okay. You never look mom.” His eyes filled with tears again. “You all never look. Your heads are always down. Can’t you see why I’m sad?”

Sarah awoke, and sat up in bed, just as Bill was coming back in the room. “You won’t believe what I just dreamed” Sarah said. “You too?” said Bill. “Jenny, and Todd are downstairs. Shooting star right?”. Later that night the family laid on a blanket out back with Buck watching the sky. “We’re going to be okay, right?” said Jenny. Just then a star fell.

Bedtime Stories: A Different Kind of Toy Story

Once upon a time there was a girl. She had very few toys to play with because her family didn’t have a lot of money. The toys she did have, she loved. She would take them everywhere she went. When …

Bedtime Stories: Feeding Monsters

There once was a pretty girl. She listened to her teachers and her parents. She kept her room clean and she played the piano well. All in all, great kid. She loved to brush her long  blond hair. As she …