Category Archives: Writing

2018 Mischief Makers Day 7

In this story, Poor Nim tries…and fails to be a team sport. Ouch!

Day 7: Night Ninjas

 

Did you miss a few? Here they are in order!

Prologue

Day 0: The Launch

 

Day 1: Broken Bones and Promises

Day 2: Tinsel Town

Day 3: Snowmen at Night

 

Day 4: Cookie Clutter

 

Day 5: Elf in Trouble

 

Day 6: Scrooged

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2018 Mischief Makers Day 5

This is one of my favorites from last season. I so enjoyed narrating it!

Elf in Trouble

 

Day 4: Cookie Clutter

Day 3: Snowmen at Night

Day 2: Tinsel Town

Day 1: Broken Bones and Promises

Day 0: The Launch

Prologue

 

 

2018 Mischief Makers Day 4

Day 4: Cookie Clutter

 

Day 3: Snowmen at Night

 

Day 2: Tinsel Town

 

Day 1: Broken Bones and Promises

 

Day 0: The Launch

 

Prologue

 

2018 Mischief Makers Day 3: Snowmen at Night

I’m having a blast re-reading these stories. Poor Glitter really gets it in this one!

Day 3: Snowmen at Night

 

Day 2: Tinsel Town

 

Day 1: Broken Bones and Promises

 

Day 0: The Launch

 

Prologue

 

2018 Mischief Makers Day 2: Tinsel Town

I forgot how much mischief these elves got up to last year. Have a listen to Day 2Tinsel Town!

Day 2 Tinsel Town

 

Prologue and Day 0

 

 

Day 1

 

Better Late

The air was warm
when I stepped out.
A humid breeze.

The garden called
when I walked past.
Look at these!

The weeds were tall
and overgrown.
A gnarly mess.

But in the jumble
when I looked close…
Can you guess?

A spot of red,
a strip of orange
and brightest green.

Two giant bowls
of shiny peppers.
A brilliant sheen.

Grrrr…

The kiwi vines are thick and green,
hanging heavily on the wires,
Small fruits hide, camouflaged
in their dense, jade spires.

Smiles of surprise and delight
with every precious find.
Each new bunch of grape-sized
fruit brings thrills to heart and mind.

Steps falter, a gasp escapes,
the cold grip of dread replaces
the bright hand of happiness
that just filled our faces.

Tiny iridescent blights of death
crunching on thick leaves.
My heart fills with angry woe
at these loathsome insect thieves.

That these horrid bugs dare
to threaten and cruelly waste
our long-awaited first harvest…
leaves behind a bitter taste.

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First Taste

The first taste of his radish,
brought big smiles to Joe’s face.
He savored it a moment,
then spit and gagged…with grace.

Jacob’s find was better.
A snap pea, sharp and sweet.
The crunch was loud and crisp,
a taste that can’t be beat.

They each pulled out a carrot,
the root was thin like hay.
“Oh boys, you won’t have carrots
until another day.”

They pulled some weeds and chattered
about their garden dreams.
It took just one small veggie,
now they work as a team!

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Hardy Kiwi

Tiny, rosebud flowers
grow on every vine.
Hiding brightly in the green
waiting for their time.

So far, every bud we find
is female through and through.
Just like squash, we need
a male to pollinate them too.

Is this the year we eat one?
Will fruits grow big and sweet?
Or will we lose each tiny bud
to beetles we can’t beat?

Tiny, whitish flowers
grow thick on the vine.
Hiding softly in the green
waiting for their time.

Cyclops

We have a one-eyed chicken.
She’s tiny, gray and white.
Smaller than the others,
full of fear and fright.

The bigger hens don’t like her.
They treat her with disdain.
They block her from the shelter,
and leave her in the rain.

But I know her little secret.
Her brilliant plan, perhaps.
While the others mock and scorn her,
She gets all the kitchen scraps!

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