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THE ATTACK OF THE LIGHT MONSTERS By Berkin Long, long ago, the sky was charcoal black; no light could be seen except through lamps. The Light Monsters lived above the sky in a strange land where there was a huge Sun but no sky. They made lamps and sent them down to the human world, so they could have some form of light. One day the humans started to abuse these lights - smashing them and selling them for money to each other. The Light Monsters got very angry and sent down a warning note. It read: Dear silly humans: Stop abusing our lights we have sent you, if you dont we will eat you all up for dinner. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Yours truly, Light Monsters. This letter was posted to a young girl, Heidi. Heidi laughed as she read the strange letter. She assumed that she should show the town council, they would know what to do. She wrote a letter to the mayor explaining the situation; she also included in her letter the Light Monsters warning. She licked the stamp and walked out of the house to post it. On the way she met her friend Carla, a sunburnt young girl of her age. Hi, Heidi said as Carla joined her. I got sent this really strange letter, it was in this really strange handwriting. It said to stop abusing our lights we have been sending you, if you dont we will eat you up for dinner. Carla laughed and said What are you doing with it now? Im sending it to the mayor. Hell know what to do. was the reply. Heidi stopped and slipped it into the bright red mailbox. Carla and Heidi went of talking and laughing about the silly and strange letter. Theyre still abusing it, said a light monster, his yellow face turning bright red with anger. Calm down Alexander, the mother Light Monster said with a laugh. Okay, sighed Alex. But they are laughing at us. We must have a meeting, the mother said with a sigh. This is what I have not been looking forward to. Soon afterward the whole group of the Light monsters had gathered. Listen, said the mother, as you probably already know, the humans are laughing at us. If they do not take our warning seriously in the next day we, will then plan to attack. Most of the younger Light Monsters did not agree with this plan. They were impatient and wanted action. But if we dont attack now, they will smash even more lamps, a green headed Light Monster said worriedly. No, no, an old and wise Light Monster said we must wait. It is very important to wait, and explained why. This made most of the younger Light Monsters see sense and they agreed readily. It was taken to a vote and majority ruled they would wait. The mail was soon delivered to the mayor, after Clara and Heidi posted it. The mayor laughed as he read the letter that the Light Monsters had written, he then read the explanation Heidi had written him. It was all very strange; it had to be a prank that this girl Heidi did not understand. He looked at his watch and realised it was time for yet another council meeting. The councillors were all giggling as they read the letter. How pathetic, one of the councillors said. Who sent it to you? A young girl called Heidi was the reply. How dumb she is. Not even understanding a pathetic prank like this another councillor giggled. The councillors soon put away the letter and continued the meeting. Two days later the next batches of lamps were sent down, courtesy of the Light Monsters. The lamps were sent all over the world, the humans thought they knew everything about all lamps, but they did not know every tiny detail to these lamps. In America, a small family had just bought a lamp. When their oldest daughter switched on the lamp, she was astonished for a few quick seconds, as Alex the Light Monster came out of the lamp, instead of light. After a few quick seconds she was being sucked up through his nose. Suck, suck, and then girl went pop as her big head was slowly sucked up. This was happening in many other households all over the world. In less the ten hours more then ten thousand people had been sucked up, never to be seen again. Only two people were left, they had their minds totally wiped and they where sent to live in a garden with a magical mass of Light, called God to watch over them. These people were Adam and Eve. God then created the sun and every other animal known to man today. The Light Monsters now follow this Light God and have never and hopefully never again have to go down to earth again. (c) Berkin 2002 |  |
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WINTER By Star the Hare, Periwinkle Skeletons rise up Against the white It sparkles And falls So gracefully But what kind of blanket Could last for so long? And melt away And live again? Blankets so beautifully Made to cover And in the night Delighted to find Its rising But theres no green And no one knows it No one cares to realize it Until the middle It gets so glum Suns not bright Fingers numb Finally it will not stay Mud seasons on its way Down the wet Slick Roads you drive But they Then dry up and turn hazy Summers coming Lazy lazy THE SHADOW PEOPLE By Star the Hare, Periwinkle The shadows creep up And swallow people whole They lead to the window Night looks down on them Cat-eared creatures With white swirly eyes Made of marbles Dive off the sill And swing on the cloth curtain of black They catch star dust And sing the stars' song Then weave a thread For the moon to hang on TREES By Star the Hare, Periwinkle Sound rakes across the sky And turned the clouds an angry gray While the sunset Turned fiercely orange And the tree's branches Without leaves Looked like fists of rage While the old wise oaks and maples Solemnly lifted their hands to the sky And as the protective clouds moved by They stared down at the mountains And pines Stiffly set To keep fighting the winds In a strong war Where no one wins |
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