will be continued

Kartina swung her leg over the fence. It was dark, and she could feel a storm brooding, up in the inky black sky. Still she kept on, and jumped over completely. The grass was wet from an afternoon sprinkle, and Katrina's bare feet were soon damp.

"Penelope!" She called once she had reached the crumbling building. In the dark, the structure of twisted metal and crushed wooden planks looked very unwelcoming indeed, but Katrina was used to the sight, it was her home.

She heard a shuffling noise, and a shadowy shape wavered in front of her eyes. Katrina smiled. "So, you decided to join the party after all?"She watched as the misty substance became thicker, into a more human figure. "Thank you, Penelope." Penelope nodded her head, and in a smoky, childish voice asked, "Where are the rest of the guests? Surely they haven't reconsidered?"
“Oh, I’m sure they’ll turn up sooner or later.” Katrina smiled at Penelope, though she had no eyes to see it. Then suddenly, as if Katrina had summoned them in some way, there was a bright explosion of orange, and there stood Noria, Angeline, and Tom.

“Ow! Who is that?!” Penelope, screeched, now fully materialized. Tom had put his boulder of a foot right on Penelope’s tender toes.

“Who do you think it is?” Tom asked, removing his foot, which could hurt very much, considering he was made entirely of rock. He could make mountains topple to the ground with one jump, and when he ran, you could hear his limestone heart beating against his granite ribs.

Penelope brought her foot up to her shrouded face and sniffed. “There’s blood!” She screamed. Penelope, having no eyes, used her amazingly accurate nose, and her elephant ears which she had conjured for herself.

“Not a lot.” Tom said defiantly. He stamped his foot, which brought a shower of dust and empty bird nests from the roof of Katrina’s meek home they were taking refuge under. It had started to rain, and Noria disliked getting her feet wet. For you see, Noria was a fairy, and a very small one at that, about the size of a baseball. The pixie dust that surrounded her proved to become, when in contact with water, a very messy gunk. Which then came the charade of removing it with a little scraper Noria always had, and a hairdryer.

Katrina stepped between the two. “Stop! Your fine Penelope, and Tom, no need to make such a commotion.” Angeline stepped forward, enveloped in brightness. It was a gift from her mother, Apollo, the light that is. It followed her everywhere, taking peace with it. Which was not the best thing for Angeline, who was a very evil little girl. Whenever she did wrong, before her eyes, it would be undone, and Angeline hated it.

Angeline laughed, a loud cackle which made her heavy black curls dance a top her head. Noria settled on her shoulder, the soft green glow of the pixie dust complementing her blue eyes and pale skin. Penelope smiled, showing her black teeth, and the dangerous glint at the back of her eye sockets faded. Though she had no eyeballs, the sockets stayed, two empty holes on her otherwise pretty face. "Katrina." She whispered. "You're such a dear." Angeline took a step closer to Penelope and put her arm around her shoulder. Noria climbed nimbly onto Penelope's head, her favorite spot.

"Get off you little nymph!" Penelope growled.
"I'm not a nymph!" Noria cried in her squeaky voice. She flew to Norias face and pinched her cheek.
"Ow!" Penelope cried, swatting at Noria. Her hand made contact, and Noria sailed through the air, Katrina caught her.

Angeline turned to Penelope, her high cheekbones flushed. "You witch!" She screeched. The red glow returned to Penelope's face. Tom, who had positioned himself out of Penelope's reach, reached for Angeline's arm, but she twisted from his grasp.

"Angeline!" Noria cried. "Stop!" Angeline's fierce expression faded, and she fell to the ground. Penelope rushed to her.

"Angeline? Angeline! oh! I'm so sorry, please get up!"

Dear Annie

Dear Annie,
I can't wait till I can go down there! to Australia I mean, "the land down under". Is Sammy okay? You said he had some hip injury, right? poor guy...I hope he gets better soon. He just has to be by the time I'm there right? I'm bringing my kite so we can fly it all over your neighborhood! Is there really a kangaroo living in your shed? I wonder how she got there.I wish you could keep her until I come, but that would be mean. Life here is pretty boring. Oh! I almost forgot! Laney is having a birthday party! And guess who's invited... give up? ME! I can't believe it! And Hanna's going too! It's perfect! Well, I hear mum calling me, gotta go...bye!

airport scandel

"Excuse me mam?" The oddly dressed women jumped when I tapped her bare shoulder.
"What?!"she asked anxiously.
"Um... I just wondered if you dropped this." I held up a thin silk shawl. She stared at me blankly, then smiled nervously.
"Yes! I guess that is mine!"She slowly took the slip of fabric from my hand. Then she shifted her gaze again to the baggage carrier. A small, brown paper parcel was just passing. She gave a small gasp, and ran after it, her skirt billowing behind her. It was just about to disappear into the little door at the end of the carrier, when I grabbed it. She stopped short, and looked at me with anticipation and terror in her eyes as I inspected the package, as it was very valuable, and I would break it. I smiled and offered to to her. She considered me, then reached for it. Once it was safely in her arms, she smiled and slipped something into my hand. She hurried away, while I was rooted to the spot, with a puzzled expression plastered onto my face.
I looked down at was in my hand. My breath caught in my throat, and my eyes opened wide. Without a second glance, I forced it into my already stuffed pocket, hoping nobody had seen. Unfortunately, someone had, a dark skinned man advanced towards me. I ran through the hordes of people to the elevators. Forgetting about my baggage, I ran in and pushed the button that lead to the parking lot.
The doors opened, and there was the man, with a grim expression on his face. I tried to run, but he caught me, dragging me, kicking and screaming, to a dark maroon vehicle. I resisted, but he was stronger, and sat me into one of the leather bound seats. He tried to reach into my pocket, but I bit his hand. He gritted his teeth, and glared at me. Suddenly he pushed me out of the car, jumped into the driver seat, and drove off. I stared after him with my moth hanging open.

to be continued

poem

orange heads of roses
suspended in air
by tall stalks
bowing, swaying
carrot colored
wispy petals
spiraling downwards
towards the cold ground

Dolphins #1

"Where are the dolphins? That's why I came after all. Where are they?"With my hands in my pockets, I gripped in each hand a smooth stone, sea stones, washed smooth after being swished about in the ocean. I turn, and gaze out at the vast expanse of water, which seemed to go forever. It was raging wildly before my eyes, flinging itself against the smooth walls. I shifted my gaze to the dark spiraling clouds above. , what a terrible storm.
My raincoat was speckled woth ocean spray, and my hair would be smelling like salt for atleast a week. I fingered the strap of my binoculars, and shifted my weight to my right foot. I felt the metal of my brooch, clasped at my throat, making my skin crawl with the cold touch. Sighing, I plunged my wrist farther into its pocket, and finding nothing, the worry lines edged into my forehead deepened.