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Boogie With Stu

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Hi I'm thirteen, I'm homeschooled, I've been writing since I was seven, I love poultry, my username comes from one of my favorite Led Zeppelin songs, I like to write poems, fantasy, mystery, and adventure.

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So okay I don't know how not to write. I am currently writing five series, two of which are novels. (and I have a stand alone here and there too).
WRITING ROCKS!

Be obsessed or be average - Grant Cardone

Certainty of death, small chance of success, what are of waiting for?
- Gimli, Lord or the Rings

For no one can ever be sure my friends
Where truth begin and fiction ends - Peacock's Party, Alan Aldridge

You can make anything by writing - C. S. Lewis

Published Work

Sunshiny Shower

Sunshiny Showers
Don't last half an hour
That's what I've been told is true
Well I see sunlight
An' a rainbow shinin' bright
But the rain's been pouring
For a day an' night
At the end of the rainbow no pot o'gold
It was all lies that I've been told
 
Sunshiny showers been lasting over an hour
Lasting over an hour
Far longer than an hour 

No pot o'gold, no pot o'gold
Lies have been told, lies have been told


Well! 
Keep on with your lies now 
Cause I don't care now
The sunshine showers
Just gonna make more flowers
So they can keep on for hours
I will go dance in them showers

Don't care now if the sun shines
Don't care now if the rain falls
Don't care now if I see crumblin' walls
Don't care now what I see, don't care now what I see
Don't care if the ocean rains on me 
Don't care if...

Lunar Phrases

Glow of Hope

And the moon was a glowing light that meant hope in the strange darkness.

Eeriul, the moon of teal.

HEY CONTEST!!! #Stopthepresses LAST DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Howdydo it's Boogie With Stu! I'm Hosting my first contest! 

Prompt: So the idea is to write a front page story! (Pretend your a big news-reporter)

Genre: Mystery   

Word Limit:
100-800

Due date: July 16th

Hashtag: #Stopthepresses

Prizes: Each of the winners will receive a follow from me (if I'm not following them already)

1st place: 6 reviews /3 your choice 3 mine, 6 likes /3 your choice 3 mine, 6 comments /3 your choice 3 mine  

2nd place: 4 reviews /2 your choice 2 mine, 4 likes /2 your choice 2 mine, 4 comments /2 your choice 2 mine 

3rd place: 2 reviews /1 your choice 1 mine, 2 likes /1 your choice 1 mine, 2 comments /1 your choice 1 mine

Honorable mention: 1 review /your choice, 1 like /my choice, 1 comment /my choice

Winners Announced: Winners will be announced like a week later, (no promises though) it all depends on how many entries I get.
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Still Crying

I remember those last words I sang to him as he took that last breathe on earth 
"Are you sure that you want to leave now 
Can't you just hold on just a little longer
Some day maybe you could be someone stronger
If you don't leave now

When you go up there to those golden gates 
Just remember darling I'll miss down here
Oh.....I'll always carry that flamin' torch for you dear"

And he said to me
"Honey wipe away those tears
You have so many happy years 
To come while I'm gone......"
And that was it he was gone

I tried so hard not to cry as he went down that six by three hole
Flower every sunday I'm still crying 
Even though I never forgot those words he said as he dying.
 



  

Frozen Heartbreak

Knives of ice cutting like the cold wind
My heart is freezer burnt as I try and try
It's so cold my tears freeze as I start to cry
The winds crying voice chills the bone 
As I stand here frozen in stone

The snow is deep and stained in blood
Under the snow is nothing but frozen mud 
The wind laughs in my ear 
Telling me it was foolish to come here

Freezer burn't 
Heart splintered in ice 
Stones and glass
Yes I'm a frozen heart 
shattered in ice.

  
 

Nightmare

"HELP!" she screamed.
But no help would come,
Because she was having a nightmare.
 

If Only Paper & Ink Were Dreams & If Only Dreams Were Real

My writing is everything to me 
It is the dream that keeps me alive 
Every word I write is special 
All I need is my notebook and pen to get me through the day

If only dreams were real
Could you Imagine if you could meet your characters in person
All of them 
If only 
If only  

The people 
The places
Every wonderful thing 
If only my books were dreams
And if only dreams were real.


   

If this book was real 
I couldn't express my happiness 
But it is just a dream on paper.


If only paper and ink were dreams 
And if only dreams were real 
Then my heart would be Joy   

This Is Answers For @PRANAVI_079 Q&A

This is answers for @PRANAVI_079 Q&A 

1. If you could live anywhere on this planet, where would it be and why?  
  Hm, I like living where I am I think. The state laws are nice, and there's just beautiful scenery right out the window.

2. What is your biggest fear? 
 I'm not afraid of much, but dying really really slowly and painfully always kind of scared me a bit 

3. If you had to describe yourself as an animal, which one would it be?  
    A dolphin

4. If you could join any past or current music group which would you want to join?  
    Led Zeppelin or The Monkeys

5. On a scale of 1-10, how funny would you say you are?  
     9-10

6. What is your favourite cuisine?  
    I like Italian, Chinese, and I love trying new things
 
7. How old were you when you learned Santa wasn't real? How...

HEY, SENTENCE STORY :DD !!!!

Hey I just wanted to try one of these out:

I'll give you a sentence, and you guys get to add more sentences to make a story okay. So just write your sentence in the comments section.

Here we go.
Alice and Jacob were riding their horses, when started raining.

Song Writing Competition 2019

You Look Sleepy


You look sleepy 
Just shut your and dream away with me
Two sleepy heads are better than one
Come on you know your tired and you've got to shut your eyes 
We only till morning when the sun starts to rise

Come dream the night away 
Dream the night away 
Dream the night away
We only have till day hey
Day hey

Hey!
You look sleepy 
Come close your eyes and dream away with me
Two sleepy heads are better than one 
Come on we're both tired and we've got to close our eyes 

After all we only sleep at night while we wait for the day 
So let's make the best of it what do say 
What do you say
Hey hey

Hey!
You look sleepy yes you do
I think you're like me your a dreamer too
Well they say there's a place they call dreamersland
An' there only one way to get there an' that's to close...

My Dreams Now Have Wings

My dreams now have wings
Drifting like driftwood in streams 
Fairyland how far away it seems 

Pieces
Puzzles
Half written things 
Broken thoughts in the night 
Dreams of stars shattered in moonlight

Unicorns, and fairy things
Have taken flight with my dreaming wings
The elven palace is deserted and forsaken 
The world of dreams shaken

Voices crying but no one hears 
Fairyland full tears 
The inkwell is dryed 
All that was once written has now died 
Fantasy has flown away
Gone now to come again another day

A wish 
A magic golden fish 
Lost whispers in the wind 
Blowing softly across the desert sand 
Where is my perfect dreamersland?

I've been asking questions 
But the answers no one knows
Rainbows gone 
Dark wind blows 
Happiness is full of sorrows


For my dreams now have wings
Wings of feathers 
And of scales 
Flying, flying away 
In the wind 
Please come back, to them I say
But still they take flight and...

Fantasy

I looked across the arisen and saw a tiny winged silhouette
I blinked and it was gone
I turned around to head for home and suddenly a stampede of horses came out of nowhere - no wait - unicorns?
They went so fast....it was hard to tell wether they had horns or not....
It was kind of scary but I kept on walking home
On my way home there was a pond with a girl sitting in it
She saw me and dove into the water and I saw she had a fish tail where her legs should have been
I still just kept walking home until I heard music
I peered through the trees and saw three girls singing and dancing around a fire
Two men were playing woodwind instruments
Then as they were singing to the stars I noticed their pointy elven ears
I turned to the road again on my way home 
After a few minutes I saw...

A Spooky Weekend at Cape Dragonsclaw, Chapter 1 #Lovegood_24's Contest Prompt 1

Lucy was just a common city girl from New York, her and her two friends Kara, and Jane, were going to visit her uncle, that sounds very ordinary right? But the fact is her uncle lives in Transylvania. 

It was dark, stormy, and windy as the motorboat they were in was reaching its destination towards the east coast of Cape Dragonsclaw Transylvania. "Looks a little spooky" Jane said as they tied the boat to the dock.
"Well that's probably just the storm, it'll look much deferent in the sunlight" Lucy said reassuringly, but she herself thought the same thing. Spooky. "Look up there," Kara said pointing at a big mansion up on top the cape. "that's where he lives isn't it?"
"Yeah, just like he said in the letter" said Lucy. They got their baggage and were heading up to the mansion when a big bolt of lightning made them jump, the thunder rolled loudly after it. "Come on, let's...

Ghost

"Hello" I shouted.
There was no answer.
But I could have swore I heard someone....someone crying.
 
 

Bitter Is The Song That The Storm Does Cry

Their fair faces full of tears 
Weather worn over the years
The storm clouds sing a sad song
As the rain falls hard hours long

The storm's singing it's song for the sky is its stage
Crying out songs till a centuries age 
Lightning for a spotlight 
Thunder beats like a drum
The rain keeps crying into the night
A sorrowful hum

Screaming
Crying
Singing bitterly
The storm goes on
On and on

Cry cry I I IIIIIIII

Sorrow songs taking last encores before they die  
Midnight gray a cloudy sky 
The stage is dark and the singer is too
Singing tears and forever blue

The wind blows like a harp its a sad but beautiful breeze
Dancing on the ground and reaching over the tops of the trees  
The rain brings happiness to all
But leaves none for itself
So sad is the storm forever more 
Singing till its throat is sore

Cry forever but never dry of tears 
Even...

My Dreams Now Have Wings

Dreams now have wings

Drifting like driftwood in streams 
Fairyland how far away it seams 
Pieces
Puzzles
Half written things 

Broken thoughts in the night 
Dreams of stars shattered in moonlight
The elven palace is deserted and forsaken 
The world of dreams shaken

Voices crying but no one hears 
Fairyland full tears 
The inkwell is dryed 
All that was once written has now died 
Fantasy has flown away
Gone now to come again another day

A wish 
A magic golden fish 
Lost whispers in the wind 
Blowing softly across the desert sand 
Where is my perfect dreamersland

I've been asking questions 
But no one knows
Rainbows gone 
Dark wind blows 
Happiness is full of sorrows


For dreams now have wings
Wings of feathers 
And of scales 
Flying, flying away 
In the wind 
Please come back 
I need you  now
For what is life without a dream 

Pleeaase
Come baaack
To me

All my dreams have wings
All my dreams have...

Fantasy Writing Competition

War Over Cairaduen, Prologue

In the land called Cairaduen a long time ago when the nameless kingdom had a name, in the days of peace and pure good, there was an unknown thief.

Muriadil, one of the mermaids of Lake Laverina was secretly stealing the sacred magic that had been flowing through the waters and turning it to her own purposes. For somehow evil just slipped into the world, the once perfect world. Greed would ruin everything. “I want to own the world” was the thought she brooded on as she was entwined and twisted evil and greed into the once pure good magic. Every minute and  second of the day she practiced this evil until she perfected it. Witchcraft. Her very own invention. And this invention she would spread across the whole world like butter on bread. That was what she did.

Revealing herself as evil wasn’t as easy as planned though, she needed help in her foul plan, so she set aside...

Beware The Siren

Can you hear the waves of the sea crashing with the beach
The fish breaking the surface just out of fishermen's reach
The whistle of the ship as it goes ready to sail the seven seas
I hear something else other than these

Can it be the siren singing her lulu-by echoing like a drowning call
She's longing for sight of the sailers hitting the oceans wall

She's crying out:
"Come, come and be welcome in the house the flooded valley 
Come, come, come to me
For I am waiting, waiting for you
Sailers come to me, for I call me love to you"


She chants all day and night long
With her watery voice rings out her enchanted song
If you ever hear a distant song
Pay no attention to it or you'll be gone
Just like the rest.  

 
 

Rolling On With The Rain

Dancing in the rain as it falls from the sky
Thunder sound me a serenade and echo through the night
Tiptoe through the puddles singing my song
Me and the rain just keep rolling on



 

Fantasy Writing Competition

War Over Cairaduen, Prologue




In the land called Cairaduen a long time ago when the nameless kingdom  had a name, in the days of peace and pure good, there was an unknown thief.

Muriadil, one of the mermaids of Lake Laverina was secretly stealing the sacred magic that had been flowing through the waters and turning it to her own purposes. “I want to own the world” was the thought she brooded on as she was entwined and twisted evil and greed into the magic every minute and  second of the day until she perfected it. Witchcraft, her very own invention that she would spread across the whole world like butter on bread. And that was what she did.

Reveiling herself as evil wasn’t as easy as planned though, she needed help in her foul plan, so she set aside some of the witchcraft to make trolls, ogres, and goblins, but because of reveiling herself so early she wasn’t ready for the war she...

Fantasy Writing Competition

War Over Cairaduen, Prologue




In the land called Cairaduen a long time ago when the nameless kingdom  had a name, in the days of peace and pure good, there was an unknown thief.

Muriadil, one of the mermaids of Lake Laverina was secretly stealing the sacred magic that had been flowing through the waters and turning it to her own purposes. “I want to own the world” was the thought she brooded on as she was entwined and twisted evil and greed into the magic every minute and  second of the day until she perfected it. Witchcraft, her very own invention that she would spread across the whole world like butter on bread. And that was what she did.

Reveiling herself as evil wasn’t as easy as planned though, she needed help in her foul plan, so she set aside some of the witchcraft to make trolls, ogres, and goblins, but because of reveiling herself so early she wasn’t ready for the war she...

The Love of Water #Passion

The river is flowing lush  
The waterfalls rush 
It's calling me "Come and swim" 
And answer I it with a splash as I dive right in 
I'll swim all day 
I'll swim right in to June since last month was May 

Oh the power of the falls 
Shaking the earths walls 
It fills my dreams through dawn to dusk  
Driving all thoughts from my head 
And smashing them to dust 
Sometime I wish I could grow a tail 
And be mermaid  
To swim the dolphins and fish 
Oh how I wish I could make that wish 

For the water is calling me 
I must go 
To swim through the river 
To the seven seas 
And the five oceans 
Yes that's what I'll do  
Goodbye ye all now 
For a wet adventure I'm to now 
Goodbye, goodbye  
For I seek the home of the merfolk 
And other water creature 
That have only been heard of in legend, myth, and tale 
Goodbye...

Dawn Will Save Us

Can you see light 
In this dark hour of the night
The is rain falling 
And so is the hail and sleet 
But I keep looking ahead
And seeing light
I'm either dead 
Or its the daylight

But how can the day be here
It's the rainy season of the year
Stormy and cloudy 
And always night
Yes I see it it's dawn
It's daylight!

No more darkness
No more rain
For dawn is midnights bane.
 
 

Stay Away From the Forest Now

It's nighttime now 
All beware
Stay away from forest the now
Don't even dare

For deep in the forest vampires dwell
They sleep in coffins all day long
But when darkness falls
And the sun fades away 
They drink the blood of sleeping prey

Stay away from the forest now
Stay away
Stay away

They lurk in shadows
Creep in meadows
Their eyes colder then winter as they stare
Their hearts empty of the blood they thirst 
Their fangs like poison as they dig through flesh   
 
Stay away from the forest now
Stay away
Stay away.

 

A Girl Living on a Farm and Dreaming of Fantasy Life

A girl living on farm
Chicks hatching in the barn
Cows in the field 
Ducks in the pond
The girl's dreaming to be a fairy queen with a magic wand

Herding the sheep to and fro 
Thinking of a fairy ball
Wishing she could go

She knows there's no fairies
And no ball
But maybe if she dreams long enough 
There will be a charming prince
Come to save from a wicked witch

But then she remembers that her livestock need her 
And if she went to dance on moonbeams 
Sing songs with pixies 
And eat at the elven feasts
She knows that she would dearly miss her darling beasts

So she decided then and there 
That she would stay to give her animals care.  







 

A Princes Song #sweetlybitter

I was a young and happy prince
With a big red crown 
And a orange and yellow cape  
But my leg was broken 
I had a lovely princess 
To look at her love was spoken 

She had dark shining eyes
And long blonde hair
A black speckled dress that she always wore
Her I will always adore
Oh I loved my sweet princess
But in the end she died of laryngotracheitis

I was once at the top 
But I was pushed downward 
I thought I had gone so far I could never come up
My orange and yellow cape was replaced with brown 
But just then my mistress, a queen from a distant land
Came and pulled me into the light by the hand

She took me in 
And fed me
And clothed me
And cared for me 

I got cold and sick
All over again
My mistress tried as hard as she could
But I knew, and so did...

A Princes Song #sweetlybitter

I was a young and happy prince
With a big red crown 
And a orange and yellow cape  
But my leg was broken 
I had a lovely princess 
To look at her love was spoken 

She had dark shining eyes
And long blonde hair
A black speckled dress that she always wore
Her I will always adore
Oh I loved my sweet princess
But in the end she died of laryngotracheitis

I was once at the top 
But I was pushed downward 
I thought I was I had gone so I could never come up
My orange and yellow cape was replaced brown 
But just then my mistress, a queen from a distant land
Came and pulled me into the by the hand

She took me in 
And fed me
And clothed me
And cared for me 

I got cold and sick
All over again
My mistress tried as hard as she could
But I knew, and so did she ...

You Almost Drowned

Swim the depths of the ocean
And come up again

Taste the salt of the water
And spit it out

Feel the wetness 
And then dry off

You were cold and lifeless
But the life is back in you now.

Sunset, Storm, Sunrise.

Ooh look at the sky 
Its so beautiful 
Pale blue 
hot pink
Cloudy purple
Light orange 
And most of all the yellow that's so bright you cannot see
Dazzling sunset setting all around me.

Than comes the storm
Dark and powerful
But still just as beautiful
Its loud
And wet
And strong
The lightning flashing but it never hits the ground
The wind flies fast whipping across the town
The dark blue mixed with black and smoky gray
It pours until the end of day

Next morning the sun is back 
Its foggy and wet
Pale misty gray and smoky white
raindrops in cobwebs there's an eery light
Birds sing peacefully 
Whistling sweatily

Such is beauty of weather. 




 
 

War Over Cairaduen, Orin's Journey, Chapter 1 Pursued


It was dusk when Orin woke to the voice of his mother. “Orin wakeup, we have to leave” she cried, her face was full of fear. He hurried out of bed, dressed himself and they went out the backdoor where father Ufin was waiting with a few things he had packed. They ran into the mist, Orin could feel the grass wet with dew. And then, sounds were heard and torches were seen in the field. Suddenly fire lit arrows were flying everywhere, Ufin drew a silver sword with an oval hilt as ogre-like creatures appeared out of the fog, they were green in color with black eyes and had crucially made iron weapons. Ufin slipped a dagger in Orin's hand as they began to fight, soon the whole field was alit with fire and the creatures began to retreat from the flames but Maira Orin's mother was struck down as they left. She laid still and cold when Ufin...

War Over Cairaduen, Orin's Journey, Chapter 1 Pursued


It was dusk when Orin woke to the voice of his mother. “Orin wakeup, we have to leave” she cried, her face was full of fear. He hurried out of bed, dressed himself and they went out the backdoor where father Ufin was waiting with a few things he had packed. They ran into the mist, Orin could feel the grass wet with dew. And then, sounds were heard and torches were seen in the field. Suddenly fire lit arrows were flying everywhere, Ufin drew a silver sword with an oval hilt as ogre-like creatures appeared out of the fog, they were green in color with black eyes and had crucially made iron weapons. Ufin slipped a dagger in Orin's hand as they began to fight, soon the whole field was alit with fire and the creatures began to retreat from the flames but Maira Orin's mother was struck down as they left. She laid still and cold when Ufin...

Duck In a Brook

Sweet little duck swimming in the brook
Catching the fish that heron hadn't took
Splashing all around, making big ripples come look
Sweet little duck swimming in the brook   

Flowers Blooming

Oh, I went outside the other day 
I saw flowers blooming
Oh yes it's the month of may

Well as the saying goes 
April showers 
Bring may flowers
It stormed in april 
and now it's may
The flowers bloomed
Yes they did

They bloomed in red like a ruby kiss
They bloomed in gold lovely bliss 
They bloomed in purple, lavender and nightshade 
They bloomed in blue, the ocean, the sea 
They bloomed in pink, rosy like first blush
All the flowers, they bloomed beautiful lush  
  


 
      
   

Q&A WITH STU!!!!!!!

Hey, I thought I'd Q&A you guys!

So I've got Questions of your favorite things here, just Answer then in the comment section:)

What's your favorite color
What's your favorite food
What's your favorite drink
What's your favorite song
What's your favorite band
What's your favorite book
What's your favorite author      

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The Mermaid Behind The Waterfall

A waterfall is an inspiring thing, so here is a story inspired by a waterfall.

Iris was thirteen years old and had been living on Twisted Creek since she was eleven, nothing odd had ever happened on Twisted Creek until today.

Iris just happened to be walking down to the creek on this fine hot sunny day, her silky red hair blew in the breeze, she had just reached the water, she went straight to the rock she always sat on, when a big shape dived off of it. She lurched in surprise, was that a tail she thought, thinking of mermaids, she went over to the rock and examined the wet prints on it, but what would a mermaid be doing on Twisted Creek, it was probably just a big fish, but she couldn't help thinking the print on the rock looked like a hand, a webbed hand. this was it she had to investigate further, so she crept...

Dream Now, Wake Later

Last night it was dark 
So dark I could not see 
Dark very dark
Darkness all around me

Pitch black as wake from my sleep
Yes the blackness was deep 
Far past evening 
Far still early for morning

So I lay back rest 
In my snug little nest
I rap my blankets all around me
Back to my dreams
I'll wait for the sun to wake me 
 
For when the sun is up 
Only then will I rise 
For now lay back down 
I close my eyes

Off to dreamland I will go 
I'll dream of unicorns and fair fairy things 
Dream that I myself have fairy wings 
Silvery silky milky wings 
That flutter in the moonlight  
Then in the morning I will wake 
When the sunlight hits my face
For now with my wings I flutter to sky 
To the stars, in outer space 
 

The Mermaid Behind The Waterfall

A waterfall is an inspiring thing, so here is a story inspired by a waterfall.

Iris was thirteen years old and had been living on Twisted Creek since she was eleven, nothing odd had ever happened on Twisted Creek until today.

Iris just happened to be walking down to the creek on this fine hot sunny day, her silky red hair blew in the breeze, she had just reached the water, she went straight to the rock she always sat on, when a big shape dived off of it. She lurched in surprise, was that a tail she thought thinking of mermaids, she went over to the rock and examined the wet prints on it, but what would a mermaid be doing on Twisted Creek, it was probably just a big fish, but she couldn't help thinking the print on the rock looked like a hand, a webbed hand. this was it she had to investigate further, so she crept...

Once Upon A Time My Gelding

Once upon a time 
There a was gelding fine
I'm happy to say he's mine

He had a flowing silver mane
Deep dark eyes plain
His body color midnight brown 
His hooves like ink to drown

Here ends my rhyme
For a story starts with once upon a time
And so it must end 
With the end.



     
 
 

The Mermaid Behind The Waterfall

A waterfall is an inspiring thing, so here is a story inspired by a waterfall.

Iris was thirteen years old and had been living on Twisted Creek since she was eleven, nothing odd had ever happened on Twisted Creek until today.

Iris just happened to be walking down to the creek on this fine hot sunny day, her silky red hair blew in the breeze, she had just reached the water, she went straight to the rock she always sat on, when a big shape dived off of it. She lurched in surprise, was that a tail she thought thinking of mermaids, she went over to the rock and examined the wet prints on it, but what would a mermaid be doing on Twisted Creek, it was probably just a big fish, but she couldn't help thinking the print on the rock looked like a hand, a webbed hand. this was it she had to investigate further, so she crept...

La La At The End Of Spring

La la, la la
La la, la la
Sing la la, la la 
at the end of spring

Birds Singing louder
Let us sing with them
Flowers blooming bigger 
At the end of spring

The grass is greener
yes it is la la
La la, la la

Pretty are the clouds
That float above
Pretty is the song 
That the bees hum, hum

La la, la la
La la, la la
Sing la la, la la
at the end of spring

The Train Pirates

There once was four thieves, they liked to call themselves pirates and named themselves, Heron, Storm, Chameleon, and the leader, Conquistador, they wore black clothes the color of raven. Today they were going rob another train as usual, they hid behind some oaks and evergreens, the frost crunched under their feet, then after a little while they heard the train, they pulled up their masks and got out pistols ready to fire, then they saw the train, they jumped out in front of it, the driver stopped and the conductor came out "What's going on" he shouted. But the robbers shoved him aside and went straight for the loot.

They hauled the treasure into their sacks and took them to their secret hideout and counted it, they had enough money to by a ship and be real pirates, so first thing in the morning they went down to the dock and  bought one, they named it The Thieving Train,and robbed...

The Train Pirates

There once was four thieves, they liked to themselves pirates and named themselves, Heron, Storm, Chameleon, and the leader, Conquistador, they wore black clothes the color of raven. Today they were going rob another train as usual they hid behind some oaks and evergreens, the frost crunched their feet, then after a little while they heard the train, they pulled up their masks and got out pistols ready to fire, then they saw the train, they jumped out in front of it, the driver stopped and the conductor came out "What's going on" he shouted. But the robbers shoved him aside and went straight for the loot.

They hauled the treasure to their into their sacks secret hideout and counted it, they had enough money to by ship and be real pirates, so first thing in the morning the went down to the dock and  bought one, they named it The Thieving Train,and robbed all kinds of ships with it,...

Dancing Little Flame

I looked around, it was hard to see, the only light I had came from under the door which was very dim, I walked into a table and felt around, a small box was sitting there, I took it back over to the bottom of the door and in the dim light read the word "Matches", just what I was looking for, I struck one and looked around the big room full of dust and cobwebs and saw a dusty old candle, the match burnt my thumb I lit another one, then I lit the candle. I brushed cobwebs off a chair and sat down thinking hard on a way out, the door was my only option, but it was locked and bolted, and it was to strong to brake down. Hours were creeping up on me, I don't no how long it was but the silence was driving me crazy, wax drooped down the candle which was growing shorter...

In My Deep Sleep

One night in my deep deep sleep 
Shortly after I counted my sleep 
When I laid in my bed in a blanket heap 

I dreamt of a black knight
On a horse of white
With blazing eyes 
That shown in the moonlight

I looked deeper and deeper into it's blazing eyes
They glowed brighter then sunlight in the moonlight skies

I just stood gazing 
at the horses eyes a blazing 

I was in a trance like a spinning planet in outerspace
A shrill wind blew past my face 
There was a distant beeping 
And suddenly I was awake 

I turned off the alarm clock and ran down the stair 
I will live a long life 
But I will never forget those blazing eyes in that darkened 
land of chill air.   
   

Newly Hatched

I'm lying in a big room with sparkling walls
There is no door 
The ceiling is round
And so is the floor

I just lay here and munch on yellow goo 
It's very delicious too

Well it's been twenty days and I've slept snug and warm 
But my pretty room is growing smaller and smaller 
Or else I'm  getting taller

I'm all crouched up 
I can't understand this 
Last week I was cozy and relaxed 
Now I wish I could chop it all up with an ax!

All the sudden I start to peck the wall 
I'm trying to make a hole 
 
It's been a couple hours now 
My hole's not much bigger
But at least it's a start 

Oh I'm so tired I need a break 
But if only this wall would break 
I pause a moment then get back to work
For I need to get out and this is the way 

I'm almost out
I see...

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