The Flood (A Nort the Newt Story)

One day it rained all day causing the river to overflow it's banks.  The next day Nort the Newt was busy helping to remove the signs of the storm.  Cutting wood, moving brush and other trash.  Sally the salamander helped out by doing work, but along with the other ladies of the forest, she also provided food and something to drink for everyone.  A couple of animals had broken arms or legs due to stuff falling on the them during the storm.  Those were treated, but other than that the rest was just tree limbs and branches.  The beaver family got hit the worst (having their home built on the river.)  Nort and the rest of the creatures of the forest helped the beaver family as best they could.  The flood had just wiped out their home and everything with it.  Nort offered to let the beavers stay with him until they could get a new place.  The other members of the forest said they would help rebuild their home, and help out in any way they could.  The beaver family was touched by such kindness in their time of need.

March Madness

It's March is the maddness in you

Football

Two teams

Of nine play

Football is good

Battle out on the field

Prevail

Basketball

The boys Basketball

Team preparing for the game

Psyching the team up

Huddled in the tiger's den

Waiting for the game to start

Writer in the Storm

He sits in a cave

Pen and pad in hand

Sitting next to the campfire

He writes

He writes about love

He writes about the loses there of

He writes of trials and triumphs

He writes about life

The wind blows outside

The rain falls like bullets from the sky

The waves crash upon the shore

Here within this cave he writes

Water dripping from the rocks

Wind blowing rain into the cave

He sets himself against the breeze

And writes all the same

For if he did not write

His emotions would flood his soul

And that is one type of dampness

That would surly takes it's toll

The coolness from the breeze

Sends a chill up his spine

And goosebumps upon his skin

The dampness is always

Trying to fog up his mind

The lighting and the thunder roll

Is like a deep voice

Speaking to his soul

He writes these words

Through the wind and the rain

He writes these words

Through the chill and the pain

He writes

For life demands it

Lighting flash

Thumder roll

Another verse in his mighty story told

He whethers the storm

Pouring out heart and soul

Alone in the cave

That has become like a second home

The Stone Face (Short Story)

For thirty years I have visited the park with the great stone wall. The side of the wall has stones that the Earth has formed to look like a face.  Every time I have visited the face was set in a frown.  Until my last visit, when I saw it smile.  Not seeing anyone upon the path ( even though it seamed strange to do)  I asked it about it's change,  and believe it or not it answered.  It said

I have lived a long long time

I have seen many changes

I have heard many rhymes

It used to get me down

That is why I had that frown

For many people would pass me by

But lately I have seen

How beautiful the grass is green

Watching the children at play

Watching the ducks on the lake

Have helped put a smile upon my face

The BBQs

Water gun fights

Kites in flight

People upon the trail

All of this is quite swell

Yes it still gets lonely at times

No one stops by to say hi

To this face in the stone

They follow the trail

To leave me alone

However there are some like you

Even though it seems strange

Ask me

How are you

We talked about much more.  Then I saw the time was late.  Said goodbye, said I'd come back tomorrow, and went home.  Every month I make a trip, to see my old friend.

The Sacrifice (short story)

A family goes fishing one day. 

Mom, Dad, and older brother about the age of 15, and his younger brother of about the age of 10. 

They were fishing off the bridge because recent rain had flooded the banks.  

They were all fishing having a good time when the 10 year old fall off the bridge and into the water. 

His older brother wasted no time and jumped in after him.

 Landing close to his little brother.

 he was able to grab his arm and pull his brother to him.

 Then the older brother tried to swim to shore but the current was to strong and they floated down river. 

Holding his brother's head above water, as well as having a tight grip so as not to lose him. 

When they came to rocks they could not avoid, the older brother always made sure he was the one who got hit by the rocks not his brother. 

finally they found a large branch hanging over the water. 

The older brother held the younger up so he could grab hold of the branch. 

The older brother seeing that his brother had a firm grip on the branch let go intending to grab the branch himself, however he found the his foot had gotten tangled up in some old fishing string,  so he stayed in the water. 

When mom and dad caught up with them and got the younger boy back on shore. 

Dad walked out to where his older son was and cut the fishing string loose. 

After the entire family was back on shore the exstent of the older boys wounds became known and 911 was called. 

When 911 arrived and examined the older boy they found many cut and bruises from being bashed upon the rocks and was rushed to the hospital. 

The younger boy had a few cuts, but mostly was just very very wet. 

Mom, dad, and younger son walked back to the car, and went to the hospital.

          Upon arriving they found the older son still in the ER and was told his condition was bad and getting worse. 

He was loosing more blood than they can keep inside him, and that many of the wounds had gotten infected. 

The Doctors said that they did not expect him to last much longer.  Then the nurse came out and proved them right, the boy was gone. 

Everyone cried and the doctors were thanked for doing what they could. 

The younger brother took it the hardest and blamed himself for his brothers death.

          Back home they ate supper and went to bed.  That night about midnight there came a glow in the little boy's room so bright it woke him up. 

The little boy opened his eyes to see a glowing image of his big brother standing before him. 

Before the younger brother started screaming, the big brother said "Do not be afraid, I come with a message." 

"I am on my way to Heaven to live with Jesus, but have asked to tell you this." 

"Do not hate yourself for what happed. 

I care about you very much and would not have changed a thing.  Also that I will always be with you, whenever you need me, you need not look any farther than your own heart." 

After saying this the older brother vanished, and the younger brother went back to sleep

The Man in the Woods

Deep within the woods
He exists
Who is he?
no one knows for sure
Some say a demond
Some say an elf
Still others name more darker creatures

Power flows from him
Flows like the ocean tide
Power to create
Power to destroy

His hair is long
Jet black
They say
His eyes glow red
As a firey furnece
His breath stinks of death
His face is always cast in a shadow
No matter how much sun is in the sky

All have heard of him
And his mysterious ways
Yes, all have heard
Few have seen him
Even fewer have seen him
And not have to be put in a mental hopital
For the rest of their lives

That is what happens
When he spots you
His stare is enough to drive you
Mad
Crazy

Completly out of your mind

The Hunter (Short Story)

He rode into town

Harley roaring as he arrived

Black leather jacket

Dark Shades

The chrome of his bike

Sparkeled in the sunshine

A cloud of dust

Rising in his wake

He came looking for someone

Did not find who he sought

He did see the remains

Of the damage they'd brought

Buildings in piles of rubble

Fire burning here and there

Everyone was in hiding

Everyone was scared

He hopped on his bike

Headed on down the road

To see what the future would behold

A mile out of town

He had some luck

That is when he saw

That ugly ass truck

Parked at a cabin

Just off the road

This was what he was looking for

He got off his bike

Reached in an inner pocket of his jacket

Pulled out a gun

Held it with both hands

As silently he'd run

Tree to tree

Bush to bush

He gets to the window

He rises to look in

No one in the front room

He starts to grin

He slide to the door

Finds it unlocked

Waits a moment

Than gives it a knock

He knocks with his foot

Busting it in

This kind of action

Gave him a wider grin

He slowly searches the house

Room by room

Finding no one

Sencing doom

He finds the basement door open

He flips on a light

Still silince below

He starts down the flight

At the bottom of the stairs

He sees two people in chairs

Bound and gagged and knocked out

He goes over to untie them

That is when he heard

The one he came for

start to stir

Out of the shadows

Into the light

The monster himself

Spang into life

Holding a gun

He fired twice

Just warning shots at the wall

To say he's done playing nice

He stood up

Leaving the two people tied

A showdown was to happen

He held his gun straight

Looked the monster in the eyes

Fired two shots

Now the beast lies

In a pool of blood

For everyone there to see

The evil was over

He untied the victims

Made sure they were ok

Told them what had happened

Then told them it was time to run way

They left the house

Upon the day

Setting it on fire

Letting the evil be consumed by the blaze

He gave them a ride back to town

On the Harley they rode

Back into town

Reunited with family and freinds

After he drops them off

He leaves town once again

He is a hunter

He hunts the unjust

He fights for whats right

He goes where he must

The Fighter 2

She had a darkside

She kept hidden

A dark past of

Brokeness and disgrace

Abuse

Hatred

Tears

She believed his lies

Those lies

Almost cost her her life

She fought to survive

The situation she was in

As he beat her time and again

Broken bones

Broken nose

Blood spilt in his rage

She fought through the hurt

She fought through the pain

A black Eye

A beaten in face

Tossed around like a ragdoll

She however

Stayed her pace

Jab after jab

Punch after punch

A kick here

A bite there

She finally fought her way to be free

However the damage was done

That all could see

She wears the scars as a badge

The bruises mark will heal in time

She does not look back with shame

She does not regret what she did

She fought to survive

She did not run

She did not hide

Life is a classroom

Sometimes the lessions

Are hard to take

She stands tall

She stands proud

After all she has gone through

To be the woman she is today

She still thinks she's beautiful

She is still full of grace

Dispite the scares

That monster left on her face

The Fighter

She was a fighter

Champion Kick boxer

Black belt in Tie-Kwon-Do

Through the sweat

Through the tears

She exceled over them all

She was strong

Both in body

As well as in mind

She fought

She trained

She was the best

Off the mat

She fought only in self defence

She never started a fight

But she knew how to finish it

And finish it quick

Off the matt

Out of the ring

She was socialble and engaging

Laughing at jokes

Talking it up with friends

In the ring

On the mat

It wass all bussiness

Fight or lose

Tears shed

Blood spilt

She gave it all she got

Then she'd give some more

The Cowboy (Short Story)

He stalks the Earth

He casts a mighty shadow as he goes

Eyes glowing like that of a lighting bolt

Hair long and flowing

Skin rough from ages of wondering

He has no name

Though he has gone by many

No one really knows him

Nor the tail of his life

He just walked into town one night

They say night

Though it was the noon of day

The shadow he cast

Darkened every step he made

Quick with a gun

Quicker than yet any have seem

Before you even touched your belt

He'd cut you clean

He came looking for trouble

That is just what he found

He called them out

Demanded a fight

By the setting sun

Just before night

When the time came

They gathered in the street

He stood at one end

His victims on the other

Staring at each other

Waiting for the slightest move

A twitch from the bad guys

He knew

He drew

Faster than lighting

The shots rang out

When the smoke had cleared

He had mowed them all down

He left

Walking away

Stalking the Earth once more

To fight another day

Ted (Short Story)

Hello my name is Ted.  My last name is not important, but my story is.  I took my 4-wheeler to the local ATV park like I do on most weekends.  This however turn not to be a typical day at the park.  It started out well jumping mounds, driving through ditches.  However after awhile I found myself in deep trouble.  I had just finished rididing along the side of a hill.  When I was back on flat ground, I found myself surrounded by a group of thugs also riding ATVs of different kinds.  At first they circled in close then backed up so they could ram me from all sides.  I saw a hole in the line and pushed the gas and shot through it.  This move did not make them happy and they showd it by pulling out guns.  I had a gun myself so I pulled it out,  The shoot out started.  I plucked a few of them out of their seats then jamed down on the gas and rode.  They chased me over Mounds through mud, along hillsides.  Some of the thugs dropped out because they ran out of gas, or they fell off their ride with their ATVs laying on top of them.  Soon it was just me and one one of the thugs.  I spun a complete 180 degrees facing my opponent and started charging him.  He started charging me as well.  Soon he realized I was not going to be the chicken, he made a hard turn falling off his ride and having it land on top of him.  After all this the thugs were taken by the cops to jail.  After telling what had happened I went downtown to the police station to tell them my side of the story.  The thugs tried to say I started it, but it turned out that the actions of that day were not their only ones of that kind, and that they had been in many times for the same reasons.  After a long and maddening day, I finaly went home

Sticks and Stones (Blood and Bones) (Short Story)

It started out as a regular fight, guys all wanting to test their strength, and beat up the other guy.  It was all fun, just fist fights mostly.  Then things got worse, much worse.

It had gotten late in the day, car headlights were turned on.  The crowd was satrting to get restless.  Between all that and beer, the chaos happened.  The crowd started grabbing what ever they could find.  Sticks, boards (some with nails), Hammers of all types, and other stuff.  Then they started chanting "Sticks and stones, blood and bones."  What started out as Good ole boys having fun.  Escalated into Chaos of epic proportion.

I barely missed a shovel.  I took a hit on the arm by a nail.  I only missed being hit by a crow bar because someone else clubbed that person with a Baseball bat,  I crawled behind a car, and there I stayed until the rescue crew arrived.

As I peaked from around the car.  I could see the damage that had been done.  Fires had been started and were speading.  Broken bones, some deaths, much bloodshed.

Finally the Police arrived and arrested a number of the uninjured.  The fire department put out the flames.  The rest of us went to the Hospital, to be checked on.

I was one of the lucky ones, mainly scrapes and bruises.  I did have a puncture wound from that nail, but other than that I was fine

Punishment

Within the shadows he exists

Walking a lonely road

Covered with skulls and bones

He does not exsit in this time

Or any

His sins have seperated him from all

He is

Alone

Hurtimg

Being punished by his past

He cries

Not tears

Blood flows instead

Blood pours

Blood rains down

Crunch

Crunch

As he steps on another bone

Crunch

Crunch

As he steps on another skull

Demons torment him everyday

As he walks in great dismay

He can not run

He can not hide

They will find him

They will torment this poor soul

He is forever trapped

Between time

Btween space

Nevermore to love

Nevermore to be loved

Forever to walk within the shadows

Forever to walk alone

Ragdoll

Going through this box in the attic

What did I find

An old rag doll

Lost away in time

This had once belonged to my sister

So many years ago

Cancer took her from me

How I miss her so

She was only ten

This doll by her side

My parents put it away

The pain of our loss

Was to much to hide

When I went to leave home

This box came along

I really forgot what was in it

However God knew all along

I had placed it in my attic

Untill I had time

To Go though this box

To find out what was now mine

Now to see this doll

After so many years

The memories of my sister

Brings me to tears

To put it back in the box

This I will not do

It shall live upon the couch

In my living room

Mad

The emotional damn has burst

Blood rushes

It heats up as the anger grows

The madder I get

The more my blood boils

The more I feel

I will burst into flames

Life has delt me a nasty blow

I was cheated

I was hurt

When life attacked

I want to fight back

To prove I am no coward

To prove I am strong

To prove I am not someone to screw with

One Lonely Rose 2

One, lonely, afraid, lost

No one seems to love you, no one seems to care

Emotionally in a pitfall spinning out of control

Lost to friendship and love

One day after another it’s the same

No one to be at your side

Emotional void full of deep sorrow

Lost to the world forever       

You cry out, but no one hears you weep

Reluctantly you go on with your life

Only to find you are alone

Sorrow overspills from your soul

Everything is lost

One lonely rose

One lonely rose

Within this garden grows

One lonely rose

With blood red blooms

One life given

One life lost

One Little Rose

One little rose

One little life

Planted in the ground

With toil and strife

Choked by the dirt and the dust

It needs to survive

It has to

It must

One little rose

My life be like thee

Nice and pretty for all to see

May the dust come

May the dirt of the Earth

Help me be strong

So I may survive my whole life long

One little rose

I see

Though you are small

You remind me of me

One Beat 3

One

One beat

One song

One voice

One

One beat pounding out it’s constant tone throughout eternity

One song joins the beat giving it movement and action

One voice calling from the wild

Calling to all who will listen

The voice brings words, power, and grace

The beat is existence

The beat is life itself

The song brings movement and action

The voice brings words, glory, and power

The voice is by which we express ourselves to the rest of creation

The beat always was

Always is

Always will be

even before the beginning of time itself

The beat was

The song drives the beat forward

It creates movement and action

The song is throughout all creation everyday

The voice pours from the mouths of every human being

It pours from the human soul and heart

Words that bring joy

Words that bring pain

Words that just are

One beat

One song

One voice

Three parts yet all work as one

One Beat 2

One

One beat

One song

One voice

One

GOD the beat

Always was

Always is

Always will be

Before the beginning of time

It was so

The Holy Spirit the song

Joins the beat and gives it

Movement and action

It drives the beat onward

So it does not stand still

Or fall on dead ears

Jesus the voice

Joins the other two

It gives

Words

Power

Grace

The voice calls in the wild

It calls for all who will listen

This is the very core of existence

We exist only because

The beat, GOD

The song, The Holy Spirit

The voice, Jesus Christ

All live in perfect form and balance

Without this balance

All falls apart into a void

Full of darkness and chaos