A Country Girl's Writing

Sorry for the super late post. The weather and internet have not been in the best of shape.   In a basket Resting on the floor Lies a little baby Peacefully asleep. Warm and cozy, In sweet dreams. While snowflakes Fall outside in heaps.   B y Evelyn Creon

This idea is to reflect some of the innocence that a child has. Moonlight streamed down upon her As she lay asleep upon her bed.  It made her hair glisten. Outlined her eyelashes, nose, and lips; Her most delicate features while she slept.  Untouched by the evils  That lay out side her door. By Evelyn Creon

Dedicated to My two year old sister, and all other children of the age of two.  Though I seem innocent  I'm very much not;  I'm the troublesome two And I have a plot.  You may know it  Or you might not, It doesn't really matter to me.  The house I've trash In less than an hour. You'll tare your hair out Before the day runs out.  My smile you can almost never resist. My cuteness is what I rely on To get away with the terrible  Messes I've made.  I get into everything  High or low.  I make things up,  And talk up a storm. I'm the troublesome two A nightmarish dream. By Evelyn Creon

In the deadest parts of night,  When all should be a sleep, Fear; it wanders left and right; As a faun from the deep.  He's filled with evil magic; Which call to all that sleep:  "The children in the attic  No longer do they creep." The children who never sleep, Toss and turn as they plea While he pulls them in, knee deep,  To the dark depths beneath.  A nightmare to all who hear The call of his own life:  "Sleepless children disappear, Live forever in strife."  By Evelyn Creon This poem was inspired by a dream I had. 

The wolf is quiet as can be, As it creeps over hills; Who will his next victim be? The wolf has no need for a pack, So a loner he walks, Far from wolves that attack. His black gray coat shines by moonlight. On his hunches he sits, And howls to the moon at night. His call's long and full of sorrows, From telling his story, To all those who follow. The wolf has long been a legend In this part of the hills; Though none have ever seen him. Of him all settlers are scared. A monster he is titled; Yes, one that all have feared. Save one, who is his companion, An independent boy Left once in the cave of a wolf. This boy's parents died near the den Where a mother wolf dwelt. Who took him as her own. She brought him up as best she could. Then left him with her pup In front of a cabin old. The cabin, quite a ways from town. Belonged to a couple Who never could have children. The adopted the boy and pup; And brought him up until Their life o...

Deep in the forest of the unknown  Sits a tree that once was a throne. Covered with dew from last nights clouds; It blankets it's head and moisten the ground.  This place long ago enchanted, By wood fairies from everywhere; By name know "Castle of June"  Where the fairy queen sat for many moons.    This once enhancing fairy like place, A place I often liked to roam. Empty it now sits and has. The fairies ne'r returned for many years. Even though I'm old and now am gray, I'll not forget my childhoods play; Where I pretended to be A fairy queen in search for her king. By Evelyn Creon

This short story was originally a tiny tale I wrote. I added more detail to turn it into a more interesting story. Short Pollyanna Story "Pollyanna," cried her mother, "You were told you are not allowed to grab stuff out of your brother's hands." Pollyanna heard no more. She was racing up the stairs with her most prized teddy bear. Which she had just rescued from her younger brother James's little troublesome hands. Or at least that's how she looked at the situation. Her mother on the other hand saw her selfish daughter rip a teddy bear out of her younger brother's hands and leave him screaming at the top of his lungs.  “Pollyanna,” her mother yelled up the stairs, while trying to calm James down. “Get your little fanny down here right now and apologize to your brother.” Pollyanna, being not only a selfish little girl, also could be as stubborn as a mule. She called down to her mother, “I’m not going to apologize to James. He had h...