Poem

There once was this house on Tulip Hill 
Many people made their home in the house that sat on Tulip Hill
 
Until one day a small breeze blew in a bit of tumbleweed 
 
It planted its seeds and grew a forest of spiked trees
 
The hill now filled with thorns started to pile shards into the House of Tulips
 
Shards of glass cut like daggers at the tulips feet as they wept
 
Steadily this hill grew and grew with every shattered piece that found its place on the hill
 
In a blink of an eye this hill grew into a towering mangled mountain of monsters
 
Now standing in its place is this treacherous mountain of broken glass and sharp bladed grass
 
The house now home to fossils, seeds and tumbleweeds stood for good
 
Now the torn House of Thorns tells the tale of a house that once stood atop Tulip Hill

Story of Jack Frost

There once was a boy who was unusually tall and frail. He had pale skin and was born with a white/silvery/grey hair. He was a very sickly child and his mother worried he would die young. Jack despite all his health problem didn’t want to die. There was so much in life he wanted to see, experience and live through. This will to survive and live helped him surpass the odds his mother originally thought were tragic.

One day Jack was walking back from the market place with a small basket of milk, eggs and some sugar his mother wanted. Jack grew tired and sat below a tree. Next to him was a beautiful blue flower that glistened and shone in the sunlight. A small spider was making its web from the flower to the tree and Jack was in awe. Then, out of no where, a white mouse leaped form the tall grass and bumped into Jacks leg. The mouse looked up at the withered giant that it had just ran into with terror and fainted. Jack looked to see what had made the small mouse flee and spotted a ginger cat crouching in the grass. Jack then stood up and started throwing rock at the cat in an attempt to scare the cat away. After the cat had fled, Jack looked down to see the mouse looking back at him in amazement. “Dear mouse,” Jack said smiling kindly. “You can go now, I have scared away the cat and now you can leave.” The mouse just stared at Jack with its big brown eyes and spoke. “Human, thank you for helping me, I wish you a good life and for this I shall grant you one wish, and I promise you, it will come true,” The mouse said bowing. Jack was surprised and thought for a moment. “I wish, dear mouse that you could watch over this flower for me,” Jack said pointing at the blue flower. The mouse was puzzled at Jacks strange request. “Surely you want something else?” the mouse said. “Like you pale skin to be gone, to be average height, or to be well, to get ride of your illness?” Jack shook his head and the mouse agreed to watch over and protect the flower from the coming winter. When Jack returned to the tree one morning covered in a thick coat, scarf and hat, he saw the mouse by the flower. Some snow had started to piled on one of the petals and the mouse brushed it off. “Thank you little mouse,” Jack said with the same grateful smile. The mouse smiled back happily. “Human, I have done as you wish, now may you grant MY wish?” the mouse asked. “I wish Human for two things, first, to tell me your name. Second, to take this flower and give it to the first human girl you see, after you marry and have children, I will return to this tree and wait for you. After you shall bring the flowers seeds and give them to me.” Jack nodded and followed the mouses request. He told the mouse his name was Jack Frost, then pick the pretty blue flower and walked to the village square. He knew who he was going to give the flower to. There was a girl with long blond hair, big blue eyes and a pretty face that live just down the street fro him. He wandered up to her and handed her the blue flower and she smiled back. After a few year they married and had three children. Jack then returned to the tree where he saw the mouse waiting for him not forgetting his promise. He carried twenty seeds his wife had given him in his hand. Jack crouched down to see the mouse and place the seeds down by the mouses feet. after sniffing the seeds for a second the mouse smiled at him. “Jack Frost,” The mouse said.” You now have children, a wife you have live a long happy life with and now I must take all these seeds but one. That one I will give to you.” After that the mouse gathered all the seed and leaped back into the tall grass, leaving Jack with one of the seeds. Jack picked up the seed and it had cracked open to see a wave of a beautiful blue sparkles and dust. Jack started to sneeze and cough as he then collapsed to the ground. Jack woke to find his wife and children. His wife was dabbing his head with a damp towel and the children staring at him from the foot of the bed. His wife told him that the baker had found him lying under the tree and that he had fall very, very ill. Jack had died a little while later. As he passed on he felt a cold breeze of the seed the mouse had gave him and returned as a spirit that now covers the ground in the cold and frost each winter. Later it was found that the mouse had planted the other seeds and they instead grew into white tilting flowers now referred to as the Snow-drop.

The Coyote and The Rattlesnake

Once a Coyote invited a Rattlesnake to have supper at his home. When the Rattlesnake entered the Coyotes house the next morning, he moved slowly and cautiously; all the while shaking his rattle. This frightened the Coyote. Not wanting to express his discomfort, he placed a bowl of rabbit stew in front of the Rattlesnake. “Companion, eat.” However, the Rattlesnake did not eat the stew but stared at it confused. “I will not eat your meat,” the Rattlesnake replied. “I do not understand you food.” “What food do you eat?” asked the Coyote. “I eat yellow flowers of corn,” said the Rattlesnake. Upon learning this the Coyote immediately began searching for this flower. After gathering some of the flowers he brought them back to his house for the Rattlesnake to eat. “Please put the flower on top of my head so I may eat,” the Rattlesnake told the Coyote. Standing from a slight distance the Coyote place the flower pollen on the snakes head. The Coyotes fear was still very much present and began to show. “Come closer and put enough on my head so I can find it,” said the Rattlesnake. The Coyote, despite his fear did as he was told and came closer. After the meal the Rattlesnake, in return, invited the Coyote to supper the next day. All through the rest of the day, the Coyote thought about tomorrow and what would happen. He thought on what the snake might do. By the next day he had a plan. He had made a rattle for himself by tying small gourd filled with small pebbles to his tail. On his way to the snakes house he shook the rattle and was pleased with his work. He thought this way the snake would be afraid of him now. When he arrived at the snakes home he did not enter walking but by slithering as a snake does. Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to shake the rattle as the snake could, so instead he held it in his had to shake. This had somehow worked as the snake seemed to be afraid. “Companion, I am afraid of you,” the Rattlesnake said bluntly. For supper, the Rattlesnake had made a stew of rats and placed it before the Coyote; however the Coyote repeated what the snake had said to him. “I can not eat this food. I can not eat it because I do not understand it.” Despite the Rattlesnake insisting he eat the stew, the Coyote refused, saying the same thing the snake had said to him. “If you put some flowers of corn on my head I will eat. I understand that food.” Agreeing to the Coyotes wish, the Rattlesnake pretending to be frightened place the flowers on the coyotes head and backed away. “Come nearer to place it on top my head,” said the Coyote. “I am afraid,” the Rattlesnake responded. “Nonsense, I am not bad,” said the Coyote. The snake then came closer to place the pollen on the Coyotes head. The Coyotes tongue, however wasn’t that of a snakes and was to short. He tried over and over to reach the pollen with his tongue but fail every time. The Coyotes failed attempts to reach the pollen made the snake laugh. He hid  his head in his body trying to hide his laughter. At the end of the meal the Coyote shook his rattle once more. “Oh, companion, I am afraid of you,” the Rattlesnake said trying desperately to hide his laughter. As the Coyote was walking home he realized his mistake. “I was such a fool,” the Coyote said.”Rattlesnake had some much food that I would not take and now I am hungry.”

(This story is a Native American legend)

The Axeman of New Orleans

The Axeman of the New Orleans was a serial killer that claimed the lives of 6 people. The Axeman ran rampant through the streets of New Orleans, Louisiana, Gretna and many other surrounding communities through out a year(1918-1919). The killer got the name “The Axeman” because he always seemed to use an axe or razor in his killing. The murder weapons also weren’t one the killer brought, but they were the victims. A pattern the killer often fallowed was that at night the panel on the victims door would be removed and placed near the door. After that the killer would enter the house and attack the residents. Criminologists at the time had many theories of who the killer was and the motive for killing in such a brutal fashion. It went from the killer being a sexist to a sadist to even being part of the Mafia. The Axemans attacks were so frequent and random, that people started playing jazz music in their homes to avoid a visit from the killer(On the Axemans request). The Axeman had 12 victims but out of all of them only 6 died from their injury’s, while the rest were left injured. Even though 6 people were fortunate to survive, none of them could give a definite description of their attacker. The night of October 27, 1919 was the last reported case of The Axeman killings. The Axeman has remain to this day a mystery as his identity and motives were never found. (Learn More?) (Video by Unsolved)

A Small dark cave

Scotophobia is the fear of darkness or blindness. I don’t like the dark. Darkness is really cold and scary to me. I know its not an unusual fear to have, a lot of people are afraid of the dark, but I am now 18 and can sleep without having a flashlight next to me. This fear has been always present in my life. When I was younger I hated being alone and hated the dark even more. It has now become a running joke to turn the lights off while i’m in a room. No one ever really could understand my fear or were it came from. Pretty sure they would be scared of the dark to it they were where I was too. I didn’t know where I was, just that it was very dark and cold. I started to walk a few feet forward when I stared to hear a hissing sound. Then I heard a growling and then a loud humming. before I knew it, i was completely surrounded by loud sounds and I realized that they were trying to trap me. I quickly decided to dart in the direction were it was still quiet. It was to dark to know were I was heading but I knew it would be away from whatever they were. It wasn’t long before I tripped over something in the dark. I must have fell down some kind of cave tunnel because I hit something hard. The last thing I heard before blacking out was a loud buzzing noise. The kind of sound you hear when something blows up in you ear and leaves your ears buzzing. What a way to go.

Quotes from the internet

  • “If opportunity doesn’t knock, built the door” – Milton Berle
  • “We are not makers of history. We are made by history.” – Martin Luther King, jr.
  • “I haven’t failed, I just found a 1000 different ways it wouldn’t work.” – Thomas Edison
  • “Those who can not remember the past are condemned to repeat it” – George Santayana
  • “A little consideration, a little thought for others makes all the difference.” – Eeyore(from Winnie the Poo and Friends)
  • “Success is not final, failure is not fatal; It is the courage to continue that counts.” – Winston S. Churchill
  • “They told you to never talk to people on the internet because they could be liars, but they never warned you about the people you meet face to face.” – Unknown
  • “When you recover or discover something that nourishes your soul and brings joy, care enough about yourself enough to make room for it in your life” – Jean Shinoda Bolenc

Poems

Quiet,
Quiet little one,
There are no songs
Just be gone
Quiet,
Quiet little one,
Just listen to their songs
Their lullabies
Their rhymes to past the time.
Quiet,
Quiet little one,
Can you hear the chimes?
Can you see the climb?
Quiet,
Quiet little one,
Looks to high
Nearly out of sight
Come,
Come little one,
It's time to run,
Time to climb,
And time to fight.
Finally ready to take flight.
Everything's Alright.
"Sweet night little sleeplight"