Bonnie's Permanent Eyeshadow Experiment ( a short story by A)

     One time Bonnie wanted to go into the cosmetic making business. She had her demonstration set up for 3:45. She looked down at her tiny suit and smoothed out wrinkles. Then, Bonnie checked her watch. It was 3:44. She rushed into the room with her product.
"Hello, are you Bonnie?" a dressed up woman behind a shiny desk asked.
"Yeah!" Bonnie answered, turning her chin up.
"Okay, Bonnie, what are you going to be showing us today?"
"I call it 'Permanent Eyeshadow!" Bonnie took the blanket off. Under it was a small bottle with a shiny brown liquid inside.
"Will you demonstrate this 'Permanent Eyeshadow' for us please?" said the lady sweeping her hand in front of her and the other two men. The men cocked their heads at Bonnie's specimen.
"Okay, so you just put this on your eye-caps, Lady...just like this..." said Bonnie applying the 'eyeshadow'.
"Ahh...I see. Interestesting," the lady said.
 "And did you, by any chance, test this to see whether or not it was permanent, or at least lasts long enough that it's almost permanent?" The man to Bonnie's left questioned.
Bonnie batted her ridiculously brown eyelids at him and said, "Do I really have to?"
A nod was her response.
The lady spoke up. "Yes, it is necessary for advertising purposes."
Bonnie was silent.
"So, what are the contents of your bottle there?" the lady asked suspiciously.
Bonnie squinted. "Eth...yl...ac...e...tate, nitro...wha? Oh, nitrocell...u...lose, gly...col, cal...cal...see...ummm....Yes, er, calcium alumin..um, boro...borosil..acate," Bonnie sputtered.
"And this is an original creation?" The lady was getting more suspicious by the minute. Bonnie could see it too and was getting more and more nervous.
"Um...Yes!" Bonnie squeaked.
"Funny. It sounds just like Wet-n-Wild Megalast nail polish that I happen to be wearing." The lady held out her glittering fingernails.
Bonnie chuckled nervously. "Uh, why, yes... weird. You're using it as fingernail polish."
The lady gave Bonnie the stink-eye. Bonnie batted her eyelashes again, and chortled.
"Okay, I've seen enough!" the lady exclaimed.
With that, Bonnie waddled back out of the conference room, 'her' product in wing, flew all the way back home.


And by the way, that nail polish did not come off for three weeks. When Chevy saw, he laughed so hard that it started that huge earthquake in Japan last year. Chevy was very sorry and hopes to eat to repair the damages.

The End.

Red Ant Rebellion (by A)

It was demolished.

The anthill was in ruins.

Crushed.

It was a dare.

Red ants crawled up my leg.

I knew this was a stupid dare.

But, I wanted to be tough.

Bite after bite, they get me.

I scream.

"Stop. Please stop."

Who am I kidding?

Ants won't stop biting me.

Even if I say please.

At least I'll die a polite young man.

Bite, bite, pinch.

I run, and wipe my legs

and buttocks on the grass.

Hoping to tell these ants

that messing with me

was not a good idea.

But they are insistant.

Angry.

Oh, so angry!

I would be too, if someone

stomped on my home.

On the people I loved.

They keep on.

The pain is excruciating.

Why did I take this dare?

Each bite is a stab in the leg.

I dunk myself in the creek.

The pain subsides a bit.

The ants do too.

Relief.

The red ants float away

on the murky creek.

Good-bye ants.

I run back home.

My home.

Warm, comfortable.

In my house

with my family.

I can't imagine my life without them.

I'm already sorry.

And I'll never do it again.

Spring (a Haiku by A)

Spring is springing now.

So sunshiny and pretty.

Growing, growing, gone.

Stupid Haiku!

Dear oh dear, my, my!

Won't you teach me how to fly?

And don't you dare lie!

Alphabetical Torture (an alphabetical writing exercise from my writer's group - by A)

(***Note: Beginning with the letter H and continuing through the alphabet, my assignment was to start each sentence with the next letter in the alphabet.)

Help me, help me please!

I'm drowning in your lies.

Just please say I'm okay.

Killer bees surround my helpless and limp body.

Lying here, being stung.

Melting away, it's excruciating.

Not what I wanted, that's for sure.

Opposing all lies and mess.

Puss streams and I scream.

Quirkily trying to run, but I've lost depth.

Respiration is weakening.

Stop, bees, stop!

Trying to live, trying to feel something but pain, I still run.

Understand my misery yet?

Vests of black and yellow engulf me.

Wings of translucent clear find me and flap.

Xylophones of color, buzzing, always buzzing right at me.

Yelp after yelp, no one hears me.

Zzub, zzub, they are flying backwards now.

And the reverse button works today.

Because it knows that my life depends on it.

Can't believe how much relief floods my present self!

Dumbfounded and amazed, I smile.

Excited, I yell for joy.

Finally free, finally me again.

Great things come of time machines.

Writing Magic: Creating Stories That Fly (a book review by A)

Writing Magic by Gail Carson Levine is a very helpful book. It is one of my favorite books, in fact. Just ask my mother. (I have checked this book out from the library probably at least fifty times.)

This book is full of creative writing exercises, character outlines, advice, dialogue ideas, and it helps one through the steps of publishing and also offers advice for dealing with rejection, if it comes to that.

The book itself is very thought-provoking. Giving its readers the opportunity to really think about what they are writing and having scenarios that keep your brain juices flowing is what makes Writing Magic interesting to me.

It also houses a generous chapter on writer's block, and how to overcome it.

And, keeping the reader entertained, while writing your book? She's got that covered too.

You'll love the humor, wisdom, experience, and honesty that is woven into the book's pages. Ms. Levine is a funny lady, if you ask me.

Well, enjoy the book guys. If you read the book, you can tell me what you think about it in the 'comments' section below.

Fog Has Mystery

Trees hide themselves

In the midst of the fog.

The rain patters.

The Cottonwood trees' leaves glitter.

It is mysterious.

It hides things from view.

Taboo.

I strain my eyes,

And see nothing

but fog.

We drive on.

The mist is cool.

A tragic love song.

The rain fades away.

I smile.

Mist has secrets.

Fog has mystery and enchantment.

Mist subsides,

and we drive away.