Speed and Help

The bang of the gun echos across the fields, frightening every living thing, whether miles away, or so close, yet you can’t even see it. The rabbit flies across the paddock with a spring in its step, but this is not for fun, someone wants to kill the fluffy, creamy speedster.

Tearing across the dry, long, scratchy grass, it calls for it’s friends, family and relations. They now are alerted for the danger, that could be anywhere.

The tiny rabbit, bounded into a hole, like it was never there. While hearing the nose of a hound, it’s own twitches tentatively. Footsteps ring into the rodents ears.

Once the danger has gone, he climbs out of the hole. Making no noise, he races off, but stops, to check for sure. Thudding the ground as he scratches, and bounds along happily joyous of his victory. But not for long, for he may never be safe.

Candle

Candle.

We were  gathered around the table  in the dining room, outside the coldest cold, inside, the warmest warm. Eating dinner, under the electric light, suddenly ended as a power cut struck the town.

Without considering a thing, Dad stood up. His feet padding across the carpet, hardly making a sound at all. Walking into the pantry, feeling around the pots, pans and jars, until finding the treasure he hunted for.

You would think that matches wouldn’t be the most valuable thing in the world, but at this moment they were. On the table he laid out a single candle, and a match. Striking it, it fizzed into life. Fire flickered as the heat burns away the white wax, dripping onto the table.

But who, or what caused the cut?

Spring

Have you ever woken up fresh in the morning, and felt the sun, cruising on in through your window? If so, did you look through the glass pane, and see fluffy young lambs frolicking about on the lush green grass?  

I have.  

It was the first day of spring.

Fiji Snapshot

Before:

Fumbling my way across the slippery surface of the blipping and blobbing inflatable, I make my way over to the highest point, the mountain, the place where only few dared to go. Well not really. I slid down from the top, flipping and flailing my arms, until I split the surface of the water, getting deeper and deeper. I bob along the top of the turquoise water with my life jacket keeping me afloat.

During

Climbing back on, the obstacle doesn’t even flinch under my weight. I scramble up to the second highest point, and before I jump, I notice the faint shape of a navy blue starfish, creeping along the sandy floor, underneath the layers of crystal clear liquid. Pointing and shouting, I call for charlotte.

After:

She takes a glance, hypnotised by its astonishing dark blue beauty. Slipping, I drag us both down. We laughed, gasping for air. Floating just meters above the magical sea creature, we gaze once more, and then splash across the surface of the warm bath. Then roll and flop back on, heading once again, to the top.

Campfire

Campfire.

Marshmallows roasting, the smell of cow dung, the trickling of the creek. Rustling bushes, the creamy moon peeking over the horizon. Stars sparkling. My dream camping experience. Thats where I am.

I could be listening to the birds starting to roost for the night, or watching the eels swim gracefully through the water. But my eyes are drawn to the fire. The flickering flames, the heat. The smoky taste that will be crisped onto my marshmallow.

Orange, yellow, and red ribbons reach out at me, striking me with relaxing warmth.

A perfect setting, perfect skies, and a perfect marshmallow, thanks to the heat, of the wonderful campfire.

Slimy Green Tree.

Slimy, Green, Tree   

Why eat broccoli Mum?

There is no point hiding it under the thick, lumpy, cream colored vomit. Did you really think I wasn’t smart enough to find the green, chunky, smelly, horrible vegetable? Come on. It’s broccoli.

Why eat broccoli Mum?

I do understand what vitamins are in the disgusting morsel that you make me eat. I have heard you say many times that there is so much calcium to grown my bones in broccoli. But I have something to say. Icecream, chocolate and whipped cream. You want Vitamin C? Fruit, orange juice and tablets! I have enough vitamins to last me a lifetime without that sticky, dry, tiny tree anyway.

Why Eat broccoli Mum?

It’s so not fair how I don’t desert if I don’t eat my broccoli. You keep rambling on about how we made a deal. But I never shook hands! Nope. I was never, ever, ever, part of that arrangement. There are way better ways you could say this. I eat most of my dinner, and I get desert. That way, we compromise.

Why Eat broccoli Mum?

Have you ever actually looked at broccoli closely? Before you put the wretched food in your mouth, observe the texture, feel, stickiness, and how dry it is. Then put the tree into your mouth, coat it with saliva and take the time to pay good attention to the taste. Can you taste the plain, dry, buds, that arise from the sticky green stem, sticking to the roof of your mouth?

Why eat broccoli mum?

You often give us delicious meals, like seasoned, homemade chips and fresh, homekill sausages. They are so good, but you have to ruin it with a sticky, dry, vegetable.

Broccoli.

Mine and Evelyns Seasons Writing

GoodBye Winter,

        Hello Spring

Although the trees are not so bare, if you find a leaf it is pretty rare.

Although mud still lines the ground, the grass dries out when the sun comes round.

Although the concrete gets quite warm, the shadows hang around till after dawn.

Although daffodils sprout up and bloom, on the trees there’s still room.

Although eyes don’t yet screw up to the sun, you can still swim and have fun.

Although jerseys are worn in the cold, people start to strip and clothes unfold.

Although the ice slows the grass growing, you can now hear the sound of mowers mowing.

Although some go barefoot, some are still deep in hoods.

Although plants cry for the warmth of the sun, their flowers now bloom in bunches with more than one.

Although the wind whispers a cold breeze, lambs frolic about, carelessly falling on their knees.

Although calves are getting brushed an led, it’s freezing cold outside, so they get warm milk to drink,

Goodbye cold, Hello Warmth.

By Evelyn and Kaelyn.