And There Were Three: Chapter Three

Submitted by Clare Marie on Sun, 06/22/2008 - 15:39

The house of the Earth Fairy lay in a corner of the Fairy Kingdom, between two marvelous birch trees, and surrounded by flowers of all sorts. It was a comfortable house made of tree bark; not very big perhaps, but snug and homelike. Out of the roof stuck the chimney, which was always smoking. The door leading into the house was rectangular at the bottom, but oval-shaped at the top, and on this hung a large mat made of grass. Dried flowers were woven in it, making a cheery picture. Inside a little carpet of the same material lay on the dirt floor.

walking home

Submitted by Aisling on Sat, 06/21/2008 - 00:08

Fallen on the sidewalk beneath my feet, what remains of early June's glory, blossoms dropped from bursting seeds and leaves full-grown into bravery.
I've driven by this way before. I've driven by every morning for the past two weeks.
But today I am walking home from work.
And I have never been this way before.
There is a creek beside the road. I didn't know. It is a home to a patchwork quilt of little fish. Dark drops against the hazy brown of water from the earth. Somehow they know I am here, and swim away.

Listen to the Wind

Submitted by Raine on Fri, 06/20/2008 - 16:23

Listen to the Wind,
Can you hear Him speaking?
What is He saying to you?

Can you understand?

Listen to the Wind,
Is He calling your name
As a gentle breeze?

He is a touch, a caress.

Listen to the Wind,
He sings for you
Sighs with you.

Will you listen, I wonder

Can you hear the Wind?
Do you know what He is saying?
He is calling to you.

A whisper, a stillness.

He cries for you, He calls to you.
He sings for you...died for you.
He knows you, he speaks to you.

Dawn Treader Fan Script Scene by me

Submitted by Lucia on Fri, 06/20/2008 - 00:10

Note: I changed it from the book a lot, and they realized that the water turned matter into gold too soon. If you see any other mistakes, form typos to plot points, don't be afraid to criticize!

The scene is a tranquil one. The stream flows over the rocks, trickling into an abysmal pool. The lush grass is a glowing green, and the trees are drooping under the wight of exotic fruit that fills the air with a strange perfume. Caspian, Eustace, Edmund, Lucy, and Reepicheep walk among the springy, berry-laden bushes. Lucy starts, stops, takes a deep breath, and frowns.

Dawn Treader Fan Script Scene by me

Submitted by Lucia on Fri, 06/20/2008 - 00:10

Note: I changed it from the book a lot, and they realized that the water turned matter into gold too soon. If you see any other mistakes, form typos to plot points, don't be afraid to criticize!

The scene is a tranquil one. The stream flows over the rocks, trickling into an abysmal pool. The lush grass is a glowing green, and the trees are drooping under the wight of exotic fruit that fills the air with a strange perfume. Caspian, Eustace, Edmund, Lucy, and Reepicheep walk among the springy, berry-laden bushes. Lucy starts, stops, takes a deep breath, and frowns.

A Child

Submitted by Robin on Sun, 06/15/2008 - 16:13

Being a child is a fabulous way
To honestly say exactly what you want to say
It is a natural process to express
Unless it is annihilated using duress
Children are freest among all humans
Only to be squelched and socially ruined
By grown ups with issues they may or may not see
Trying to superimpose on youngins how to be
Like them, all serious and wearing a mask
Lying to themselves and to proud to ask
For help to release all the pain they incurred
By growing up and thinking childhood is absurd

In My Father's House

Submitted by Kyleigh on Sun, 06/15/2008 - 10:22
In my Father's house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you?
“And a one, two, three, four… off you go.”

Piano, mezzo piano… crescendo, bit by bit… mezzo forte… forte. Fortissimo. Pizzicato. Back to bowing, now accelerando… Fermata. Rest… A rap on my elbow to fix my positioning… slur, accent…

Locked Door

Submitted by AmandaLC on Sat, 06/14/2008 - 19:57

On one side of my there is masked joy, the other there are cries
I want to open for the scared, but those in charge of me left me locked
I want to open wide
I need them to know that they need help
I feel terrible that I am stuck
I thought this was a church
Why am I locked then?
I should be left open
What does God think?
Does He know I want to be open?
It became quiet inside…
What is happening?
Someone is coming to me with the key
There are tears
I am open
Now people are coming