Man In The Mirror

Staring at my reflection

An odd feeling creeps over me

Who is the guy in the mirror??

Tell me, who is he??

 

He doesn’t look like me at all

But for the eyes that shine

Oh, and those enormous ears

Surely, they can’t be mine??

 

He mimics my every move

With such precision and skill

I stand erect and stare at him

When I have time to kill

 

I tried to tell my parents

About the stranger staring me down

The one who can copy my smile

And imitate my frown

 

They smirk, they grin, they laugh, they snort

And then my Dad says, from afar

‘It’s not the BOY who’s in the mirror,

It is YOU who are!!’

 

The Full Moon

Peter Hendricks’s thought one day

That he’d go out and see

The moon on a full moon’s night

To check how bright ’t can be

His buddies warned him against his

Daring master plan

‘Werewolves roam around at night

Werewolves by the clan!!’

Especially on full moon nights,’

One of his classmates chimed

But Peter paid them no heed at all

And one night at ’round nine

He crept out of his darkened house

Stealthier than a spy

He gazed watchfully at the moon

With a fascinated eye

But before he quite made it back

To the safety of his bed

A claw gripped him from the undergrowth

And then… he was dead

The Meadows o’er The Hill

My Grandma warned me not to go

To the meadows o’er the hill

She talked about the boy’s who went

And have not come back still

 

But I went one noon

While my Grandma napped

I really wanted to see

This magical garden of secrets

The place where fairies be

 

I walked and walked and walked and walked

For hours and hours on end

And just when I was giving up

I saw it, lying after a bend

 

I forgot all my tiredness after

One glance at all that green

So much vibrancy, so many colours

I had never before seen

 

I climbed the trees and hurt my knees

I made a castle out of mud

I rolled around the very moist ground

And picked up flower buds

 

At last, as the sun went to sleep

I gathered all my things

To go, but I’d soon be back

To make more dandelion rings

 

Just as I crossed the sharp left curve

I heard a wrinkly voice hurrup

‘I told you not to come here,’

Before my Grandma ate me up

CoraLisa [The Horror Continues…]

When she invited me to her house after about fifteen days since I moved to the States, I was ECSTATIC. The long walk to her home didn’t dampen my excitement, it made me more eager to spend the day at Cora’s place. I couldn’t believe I was actually called over to someone’s house ALREADY.

Although I was a it shaken by the gloomy paint slathered on the exterior walls of her residence, my tummy wouldn’t stop flipping. I was THAT happy.

I should have know something was up when Cora gave me a lame excuse as to where her Mom was [‘Um… she’s like, REALLY sick, or something, so she had to go to this place…] but I guess my joy made it hard for me to concentrate on anything except for proud MY mother would be when I spoke to her about my American pal.

Stepping into the dining room gave me a funny feeling, like as if I was acting in a monochromatic movie from the 80′s. ‘Wanna’ go freshen up??’ Cora asked me, her teeth chomping hard on a fresh, juicy apple. A fresh, juicy BLACK apple.

‘Sure,’ I shrugged, dumping my bag onto a zebra-skinned sofa.

I climbed the sleek staircase, chanting ‘sixth door to the left, sixth door to the left’ in my head. Once at the said destination, I pushed open the panel…

… Only to come face-to-face with CoraLisa’s bedroom. ‘Oops, wrong door,’ I breathed, and was about to go along my merry way when I spotted a bright yellow book with the word “DIARY” embossed on the front.

‘Color,’ I dreamily sighed, going closer to the book. The beautiful, sunshiney shade made it hard for me to resist a closer inspection. Being deprived of the blues and the reds and the greens isn’t as easy as you’d suspect.

Before I knew it, I’d planted myself on the furry mattress and was leafing through Cora’s journal. The latest entry caught my eye;

26TH JUNE, THURSDAY

FOR THE FIRST TIME I MY LIFE, I HAVE SUCCEEDED IN SLIPPING MY SOUL INTO LIFELESS OBJECTS. IT TOOK A LOT OF ENERGY AND ALMOST MADE ME CRACK, BUT I DID IT.

THIS IS A TRICK THAT WILL OPEN UP A LOT OF NEW OPPORTUNITIES FOR ME. THE COURT WILL HAVE TO SIT UP AND TAKE NOTICE. THEY WILL HAVE TO.

ON A LIGHTER TOPIC, I’M BRINGING A FELLOW-CLASSMATE HOME FROM SCHOOL TOMORROW. SHE SEEMS YOUNG AND FORGETTABLE ENOUGH. DAD ALWAYS SAID THAT ROAST HUMAN IS BEYOND COMPARE.

Just as the last paragraph registered itself in my mind, CoraLisa burst into the room, her eyes full of rage. She rasped, ‘You know too much,’ before I was plunged into an unbearable thick layer of darkness…

___

I’m stuck here now, for goodness knows how long. Probably all eternity.

The place stinks of rotten egg salad and I don’t remember the last time I breathed in a lungful of fresh, outdoor air, scented with apricots and autumn and rainbows.

That isn’t the point, though.

The point is that I’m never getting out of here, never EVER.

I always knew CoraLisa was different, and now I wish I’d known by how much…

Fin

Short Lived

The family is happy. 

They are standing on the road

On the way to the church

The doggie in the house

The birds on their perch

The little boy turned six

At seven this morn

His Mum and Dad have done

Nothing but fawn

Over their kid

This big little guy

Who loves ice cream

And can be a bit too shy

They’re too busy fussing

And telling him what to say

To spot the mighty truck

That’s coming their way

The family is dead.