A Pink Fantasy

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It was beautiful, just as she had imagined it in her mind. Everything was pink, even the flowing water. Dare she dip her hand in the river? If Willy Wonka could have a chocolate river why couldn’t this one be cherry?

She couldn’t resist the temptation for there was a sweet cherry fragrance around her, she had to be right about the river. Dipping her hand in the river, it felt thick and creamy. She drew her hand out and the cherry fragrance was strong. Tara took a lick and she had been right, it was cherry flavored! So sweet! Like drinking a cherry shake.

What else was in this magical land? After a couple more handfuls of her “cherry river shake” she walked over the bridge to explore.

The sun was shining bright, making everything that it touched sparkle. Tara was enamored with all the beauty surrounding her! There were pink trees as far as her eyes could see.

She kept walking as if she was in a trance. What was that ahead of her and off to the side. Oh it couldn’t be! Was she really staring at a house made out of Oreos? There must be hundreds of them on the house and the cream in the middle was pink. Cherry oreos!

Tara’s tongue was tingling. She just had to have one! Did someone live in the house? Tara didn’t want to get in trouble for eating someone’s house. She giggled at the thought. Of course no one lived there, she was in a fantasy world of her making.

Sitting on the ground Tara began feeling a little sick. She was thinking that 20 cookies may have been a little too much. Groaning, she bent over holding her stomach. Then she sat straight up, what was she doing? She couldn’t get sick in her own fantasy! Why would she do that?

Her stomach pains left and she grabbed one more cookie before continuing on her way. She didn’t go far until she found a tree that looked a little different from the others. Staring at it for awhile she wondered what made it different.

Ahh! She smiled, of course, this was her caramel syrup tree. Her grandfather got maple syrup out of trees but Tara preferred caramel syrup. She tapped it like she saw her Grandpa do and the caramel syrup came pouring out as she giggled with glee.

While drinking the syrup she heard the buzzing of bees. Tara was nervous at first she didn’t want stung, but wait these were friendly bees. There were no stinging bees in her fantasy land.

After getting her fill of the caramel syrup she walked on, but at a little slower pace. She felt a little tired and rubbed her eyes. Oh Wow! Tara’s face lit up at what was standing in front of her. A pink striped zebra!

Tara stroked its soft fluffy skin and she sighed as she felt herself growing more sleepy again.

She shook her head and smiled. What a cute picture, thought Tara’s Mom. Tara had fallen asleep with her head on their fluffy sheepdog with her stuffed pink zebra in her hand.

There was also oreo cookie crumbs around her mouth and on the floor. Apparently she had been into the cookie jar.

Oh No! Tara’s Mom groaned. How did she get the caramel syrup bottle that was now squeezed out all over the carpet!

Magical Dreams

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Scenes of her life were flying through her dreams. The time when she was in the secret cave underwater with Charlie and the tragic end to his life.

The time she helped break up a smuggling ring with some guy. She couldn’t remember his name, but he did have some impressive karate moves. What Betsy most remembered though was the luxurious waveyness of his hair. Humans sure did have some strange hair.

She dreamed about the lady. Lisette, who tried to steal her special bell. Betsy had to go to her Inn to get the bell back. Everyone was always after her bell it seemed. They obviously didn’t know who they were messing with.

Ahh! Now she was back in the barn where she had been born. Her Mama was there, her sweet Mama!

Betsy loved her Mom. She was always gentle with her, except for the times when Betsy was misbehaving! She could tell when she better straighten up, by the intense look in her Mama’s deep brown eyes.

Her Mama had given her guidance and shared so much wisdom as Betsy grew.

The magical feeling she had when her Mama passed on her gift of the enchanted cowbell, was a day Betsy would never forget!

She slowly opened her eyes still feeling the warmth of her sweet Mama. It was almost like she was standing right by Betsy again. Side by side while they grazed in the pasture. She heard her Mama’s voice again, sharing secrets about the enchanted cowbell.

Betsy had so many adventures with that bell but there were still so many to come. There was one secret about the cowbell that Betsy was most intrigued with. When her Mama explained to her how … and Betsy closed her eyes to visit dreamland once more.

Blast Off!

“10,9,8 ..”

“MOMMY!!Come quick!”

Carissa came running outside hearing her daughter’s screams. Oh not again, she thought, when she saw why Callie was screaming.

She marched over to Jarrett, “How many times have I told you that it isn’t nice to tease your sister!”

Jarrett made a face, as his Mom unstrapped Callie’s Barbie doll from his rocketship. Grown ups always ruined his fun, thought Jarrett.

Callie hugged her Barbie close to her and stuck her tongue out at Jarrett when her Mommy wasn’t looking.

He watched them walk back into the house. How was he ever supposed to learn how to send things to the moon? Looking up into the sky he dreamed that the day would come when he could walk on the moon!

Years passed and Jarrett worked hard at keeping his dream alive. He studied hard and excelled in his science classes.

His family was so proud of him when he got accepted into the NASA program. Now the day that he had dreamt about for so long had finally come! He was going to the moon!

Jarrett couldn’t describe his feelings. He was overwhelmed with various emotions. The hour had come. It was a moment of a lifetime! This was it, no turning back. He was strapped into the rocketship.

“10…9….8…” He looked at the good luck charm his sister had given him. He had laughed when she handed it to him, not knowing she had saved it all these years.

“7…6…5..” He heard the countdown. “Well Barbie, are you ready for your first real trip to the moon?”

“4…3…2…1!” He soared into the space, squeezing the Barbie doll in his hand. Some dreams really do come true!

A dream or??

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Stefan couldn’t be seeing what he was seeing, could he? But if that lady really wasn’t playing the piano, than where was the music coming from? He stood there transfixed, watching the lady’s fingers move up and down the keyboard. Who was she?

He was having second thoughts about staying at this house. The Shepler’s , their neighbors, were going on vacation for a week, and they had wanted someone to stay at their house, while they were gone. They had a Boston Terrier and a Sheltie, that needed taken care of, plus a pot bellied pig!

Stefan had been excited at first, for he loved dogs and he couldn’t wait to take Penelope the pig for a walk. He had no qualms of being alone in a house for a week. His parent’s lived  next door.  He was looking forward to being alone, having peace and quiet. Time away from his tattle tale sister and pesky brother.

The first few nights were fine, but then he started hearing the music. The first time he heard it he just ignored it, he was too tired and went back to sleep. He was wide awake tonight though when hearing it, so he couldn’t resist checking it out.

He had crept down the stairs. Why he had crept, he didn’t know, what was he afraid of? He probably had left the stereo on. He hadn’t had it on a classical station though and it sure wasn’t rock music that was playing!

Now he stood frozen in place, not knowing what to think or do! Snickers, the Boston Terrier had her ears straight up, while looking at the piano. Trixie, the Sheltie was snoring away.

Dare he call out to the mysterious lady? He thought about it, but then he remembered he didn’t believe in ghosts! This lady had a strange glow around her. The burgler alarm hadn’t gone off, so how did she get in here?

She kept playing, and Stefan felt himself get a chill, starting to shake all over. He needed to get back under his covers. Running up the stairs he jumped in his bed, and pulled the covers over his head.

When he woke up the next morning he tried to tell himself that it was all a dream. He kept repeating that to himself all day, trying to get himself to believe what he was saying.

That night he stayed awake as long as possible, afraid to go to sleep, but he finally gave into it. He slept peacefully all night long. The next night he did too, and he began to relax. It must have been all a dream, probably from eating a cold  anchovy pizza. before bed. He played with the dogs the next day, took Penelope on a walk and was happy, feeling all was well.

What was that noise? NO! It couldn’t be the music again! He was awake, he pinched himself to prove it! He had just gone to bed a little bit ago.

Pulling the covers over his head, he tried to tell himself to stop shaking. Just one more night to go, surely he could make it for just one more night.

The music seemed to go on forever as he laid under his covers. Finally it stopped and slowly he felt himself relax , feeling  his eyelids get heavy.

Fortunately the next night all was quiet and the Shepler’s came home at noon the next day. Stefan was more than happy to go home! Even if meant dealing with a tattle tale sister and a pesky brother. He actually found himself missing them. He would take them over ghosts any day!!

The Golden Arrow

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Little Caleb was hard at work. He was drawing his boat that was out on the sea. He wanted to make sure to get every detail just right. Caleb always liked Thursdays when he could stay after school, drawing  on the chalkboard, letting his imagination flow.

The Golden Arrow was making its very first voyage. Caleb had made sure to have all the provisions that he would need for the journey. He had 5 bananas and 5 Golden Delicious  apples, for Mommy always said that fruit was good for him. A box of chocolate chip cookies, because they were his favorite and 2 boxes of Teddy Grahams. He couldn’t forget his gummy worms either. He had 3 boxes of them. Peanut butter and jelly was his favorite type of sandwich, so he made sure to pack 6 of them. Nothing like Skippy crunchy peanut butter and grape jam. He also brought along a pack of 10 juice boxes, 5 packs of red fruit punch and 5 packs of red grape juice.

Caleb loved his ship. It was a fiery red color with 2 golden yellow arrows painted on each side of the ship. In case of anything breaking on the ship or the ship springing a leak, he had brought along a roll of duck tape. Daddy had always said that Duck tape fixed everything.

Yes, Caleb was all set. He was heading West to see new sights and discover new lands. Oh No! A storm was must be brewing, the waves were getting higher and he felt his boat shaking.

“Caleb honey… its time to wake up, your Daddy is here. That’s a great picture that you drew.”

Caleb was lying on the floor, with the chalk still in his hand. He opened his eyes to see Miss.Marjorie smiling at him with her hand on his shoulder.  He rubbed his eyes as he looked at his teacher. “I was sailing on the wild sea Miss. Marjorie, I really was. Do you want to hear my dream, but first do you have any chocolate chip cookies?”  Caleb took Miss. Marjorie’s hand and continued chatting as they walked out of the schoolroom.

The Secret Keeper

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The night was still, the air was cool, and the moon shined bright in the azure blue sky.

The swing was there, as it always was, hanging from the sturdy oak tree. It was waiting for her. it had been there for her so many nights. Nights when she was broken hearted and she would cry into the wind. Nights when she was full of joy, shouting with happiness, and  swinging high with glee.

Many dreams she had spoken to the moon, and many secrets she had shared. The moon was her keeper of secrets, it wouldn’t even share it with the stars.

This swing was her place of rest. Her time-out, for when life got so busy. Her place of solitude and peace.

She would exhale any of her fears and doubts as she would swing into the wind and inhale hope. Smiling she would look at the moon and give it a little wink, as she continued to swing, underneath the azure blue sky.

 

 

The Night of Dreams

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The starlit sky was bright, lighting up the night. Jane pulled her coat a little tighter against her, to fight off the chill of the frosty night air. Christmas was over, and Jane was enjoying the peacefulness of the night.

She often liked to take a walk in the woods, even when it was cold. She continued on, walking the same path that she did most nights. Jane quietly sang “Silent Night” as she walked through the quietness of the  woods. Christmas may be over, but the songs still played in her heart.

What would the New Year bring she wondered. What dreams of hers may come true. She thought back to when she was a little girl and the special Christmas where she got her last doll baby. She still could feel the excitement that she had when she unwrapped  her and hugged her tight. Her Mom had sewed such a pretty dress for her doll baby and her heart was full of love for it.

Oh, sweet memories. She remembered too when she got Lite-Bright for Christmas, oh the hours she spent  making all kinds of pretty pictures with the different colored pegs.

How time changes things as you grow.  As a child she opened the gifts with great anticipation. Now she still enjoys the gifts that are bought with love for her but even more special are the gifts that can’t be unwrapped.

The smiles on the faces of her family as they unwrapped their gifts. The laughter that rang through the house. The hugs freely given. Time spent together enjoying each others company. Time, a gift that can’t be bought and one that is so valuable! Time spent having fun with each other which makes the turkey get forgotten and put in the oven a little late, but no one minds having a late supper on a magical Christmas night.

Yes, so much more that she cherishes now that doesn’t come wrapped with a bow.

Just then something came shooting through the sky. She was seeing her first shooting star. She wished upon the star and her heart was warmed, as she smiled the rest of the way home. Thinking about her wish that couldn’t be wrapped with a bow but one that filled her with a deep, incomparable joy!

 

 

Friday’s Super Short Stories!

  1. Some dreams are plain crazy …. and some can be our sub-conscious speaking. If dreaming of sugarplums dancing, you may have had too much eggnog.

2. Peace, joy, and love aren’t gifts to be unwrapped only at Christmas. Let them fill your heart 365 days of the year!   

3. Did Santa make you happy, or are you wondering where your hippopotamus is?  https://youtu.be/57vrqCENNPc