*The first one is my favorite.  You may be confused by the others (specifically 3).  So am I.*

-1-

 Pudding smiles

Under trees

Dreamers think

Drawers of cream

Ink does write

Not of tears

Gone  

-2-

Tracking the pudding thief.

A dangerous sport.

Do you know where your spoon is?

-3-

There sat a little girl.

Hair askew.

Tied in a little bow

sitting in the dew.

where had the pudding gone?

   Solana, Robin, and their group came upon Luther lying on the floor in the hall.

   "Luther!" Solana gasped.

  Robin dropped to his knees beside the mission leader. "Luther! Luther, wake up! This is no time to be fooling around! Wake up!"

  Luther rolled over and sat up. "But why not?" he asked, pushing back his hood and grinning.

  "That was lame, Luther," Robin said as he got back to his feet. "But we have to get out of here. Now!"

Started by HomeschoolGirl: 

Samuel Paige Morris had spent hours in his room over the past week, winding, unwinding, writing, planning, and finally, packing a bag full of everything he would need to catch a fairy. That night after brushing his teeth, he dressed in dark clothes and climbed into bed, pulling the covers up to his chin in case his parents would come to kiss him goodnight. He reached over to turn the alarm for twelve o'clock midnight in case he would fall asleep...

 (Here's a rough draft for a chapter from my new novel idea... Have fun!)

Mel’s old car choked, rumbling to a stop in a corner of the gravel parking lot. She pulled the key out, stopping a song mid-sentence on the radio; she hated that… She grabbed her wallet and paused on the way out to apply lipgloss and sigh over her hair—it was so uncooperative today… She slammed the visor mirror shut and got out.

       The lights of the mansion shone out over the still pond. A long string of carriages waited in the oval driveway. A footman was helping a thin woman descend from her coach. Waiting for her at the bottom step, was a man in a dark suit. He extended his arm to her and together they made their way up the wide steps to the front entrance. The sounds of a stringed orchestra drifted out through the open windows and a soft breeze ruffled the sheer draperies.

I hate love songs

And I feel like a depressed

I don't like to look at people in love

Because I haven't felt that yet

Prehaps you can call it jealousy

Prehaps you can call it stupid

I'd say both are not far off

Quite essentially

I despise anything related to the word "cupid"

But I know theres one who hold my heartstrings

He's got them tied to His finger

And I'm happy to oblige to him

It just means I can't turn on the radio

To hear some sappy love song

The moment when everything changes in itself, wrapping over again and again, is uncommonly found and even more uncommonly seen. The few seconds are there, filling up the entire universive and then dissapearing into nothingness, evaporating until they are stuck, flowing one after another, falling, rising and eventually; running away until they jump into the darkest black. Those moments rarely happen, but when they do, they are monumental and change one's life forever. 

And yes, that happened to me. 

Moment One:

CHAPTER 1: THE WAKE-UP CALL

Planet Wars
Episode III: Revenge of the Frogs

(VOICE) It is a time of peace and prosperity for the galaxy. With General Grievous trapped in a hole, the Bad Guy Army is leaderless. The Heroes are taking a well-deserved vacation, and...
(DIRECTOR'S VOICE) Cut! What are you reading?! This is supposed to be a time of turmoil for the galaxy, not a time of peace and prosperity! It’s always a time of turmoil! People don’t want to see everyday life, they want action!
(VOICE) Sorry. Should I start over?