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Kooky Stories- Prose & Poems FormatBy Dalene Davies

Literary Tech & Story Development – Creative Skills Development 102411/32612 Hauntings Frog-Utopia Robbers Consumed All-Hallows-Eve Have Medallion, Will Travel! Judgment? LCAT 82512 Literary Genre1-Comedy &TragedyNothing we can do Our Miracle Child, Theda Our Itty-Bitty Pretty One Publication and Distribution Spider-Mania Not-In-My-House! Time with my Father June 16, 2013 Sock Monsters Invade Earth June15, 2013

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Hauntings… ???

Dalene Davies Dialogue version Hauntings-CSD 5-2012

Hauntings… ??? “Mom?” I whisper. “Are you there?” “Yes, dear, I am here,” “What…what happened?” I try to sit up, but my head hurts something awful. I tried to remember what upset me. “I don’t know, honey, how about if you tell me what happened. The only thing I know is that you went upstairs, and then ten minutes later you screamed. When I ran up there, you had fainted. So, why don’t we discuss just what did happen to you.” “I…I… don’t really remember. I remember… going… um… going through the door, flipping the light, and then… then… finding that old trunk, the one with the travel tags on it…you remember? I dug through it for a costume and… and found,” “Found what, Dee? This is important. What did you find?” My mind flounders. It was right there. I wish I could remember. I think back to the attic, the light switch, the trunk, there it is, I can see them. “I found those cool sunglasses, mom, so I put them on, and the world began to sway, the piano played, and I saw… I saw… I saw the old house on the hill come alive, mom, it grabbed Ruth and Janet. Mom, they vanished!” I could feel the fear in my heart grab me. I could feel the fear spread through me. I didn’t know what to make of it. I was scared for my friends, myself, my mind. I began shaking. My body hurt. My head pounded. I felt parched and dry and confused. “Dee, I know this is not easy, but we need to talk. I need you to pay close attention to me. I need you to listen.” Mom reached for my hand and patted it, holding me tight. I relaxed just a little. I knew something was up. I took a deep breath. “OK, Mom, I’m ready.” “Dee, the first thing you need to know is that in our family line, we have the ability to see the future and in some cases to

understand and truly feel the feelings of others. We are empathic. It sometimes will skip a generation, but mostly it appears after a traumatic experience. “You found the glasses that opened another portal, and you opened the gift that has followed our family for generations. “I hope you are old enough to understand the responsibility that goes with this gift. It can be a tremendous stress for a young girl to handle. There are a few things we must discuss regarding this. “First, what you saw is called a premonition. Some call it a vision. We can sometimes use this knowledge to change the future. Sometimes it can only be used to prepare us for something bad that will happen. It is a part of us. “I think you need to rest now, and we can talk later. You are going trick or treating, remember?” I remember thinking my mom was a bit crazy. I remember lying back and thinking maybe I was dreaming. More like a nightmare, I thought. I must have slept some because I woke up just in time to gobble dinner and head out to trick or treat. There were twelve of us, total. The oldest of us was someone I didn’t know very well; she was sixteen and also a bit of a brute. We start off around the old Shadowsland town, the area just below the old Anderson House. Twilight is just beginning and the sun along with the moon is visible in the sky. It was to be an eclipse that night. Only happens ‘once in a blue moon’, the weatherman had said. The light in the sky was eerie. I wondered along beside Glenda, my best friend, slowing her down so we could talk a minute. “Glenda, come here. I want to talk to you a minute.” I whisper to her as I reach for her hand. “What? You don’t look so good, Dee.” Glenda is looking me over. “You look good in that costume, though. Looks like you got boobs there, girl. What did you do?”

“I snooped in the attic and found an old trunk with old, old clothes. This was in it. The hoop, the low dress, the boob rack; I used some old rags to fill in the boob rack. When I put on the sunglasses, I saw, I saw a ghost on that old piano. Then I saw Ruth and Janet, they, vanished, Glenda. I saw them vanish!” I lower my voice on that last bit; I don’t want Ruth and Janet to hear me. The older girl then calls us around her. She seemed to have made herself our leader. We gather close, listening to her speak. “Gather around me, lend me your ear, Halloween has come; a night of fear, Relinquish your soul, demons wail, Bells give midnight’s coming tale, Ghosts swarm the haunted mansion, Cemeteries full with banshees shriek, Death will come by daylights peek. When the midnight hour does strike, Hide the children from the night. Creepy, freaky, spooky hands, Reach for the mouth, the scream to stem, Menacing music screeching within, Mind and thought ours to imprison, Your essence, Heart body and soul, Ours to bind, consume, devour, Blood pounding, veins leaping Look out it’s the witching hour, Halloween has come, a night to fear, Gather around me; lend me your ear. “I have a great idea! Let’s drop by the Old Anderson house.” I don’t believe what I am heard. I reach for Glenda and pull her aside. “ Glenda, I don’t want to go there. That’s where Ruth and Janet vanish. We can’t let this happen. We have to stop this now!” “What do you want me to do?” Glenda hisses back. “I don’t know. Stop it!”

I watch Glenda step up and speak. “That’s a really dumb idea. That house is cursed and haunted. My mom says people disappear from that house. I know I am banned from the woods, grounds and the house. Why would we do that?” “It would be fun! Besides, as long as we all stay together nothing is going to happen. What are you guys; babies? “Please! You don’t really believe in ghosts and goblins, do you? “Those rumors have been around as long as I can remember. People die all the time. What are the chances anything will happen? There are twelve of us. We are a witch’s coven! “ I DARE you! Double Dare you.” Voices began small then got loud. “Let’s go, … Let’s Go, … Let’s GO… LeT’s Go… LET’S GO!” “Glenda, we can’t do this! We can’t … we can’t… we can’t!” I stomp my feet and feel a bit hysterical. It’s like something, or someone else is in control and I can’t change a thing. Glenda grabbed me and tried to get me to calm down. “Dee, she is right. There are lots of us together. If we keep them close together, we can protect them. “Come on, let’s go.” “But, Glenda, look at the weather, the rain is coming, and the eclipse will block whatever light we have now. We won’t be able to see anything, and that will make it more dangerous. We have to turn them all back and do it now!” “Stop this, Dee, quit sounding hysterical. There is nothing wrong. It’s just your nerves.” What is wrong with everyone? Why can’t they feel this fear that is racing through my body? Why am I still here? I can’t change their minds, and I can’t change the fact my friends are going to get hurt. My mom is right. I just have to learn to accept this. What am I going to do? I can’t feel my hands anymore. This is paralyzing me! This fear is racing through my entire body. Help! I can’t breath! My head is pounding, sweat is pouring down my neck.

Wait, it’s the rain! Oh no! Not that too! It’s like an instant replay in my head, that scene in the attic. Over and over again, it plays and plays; the house, my friends, vanishing; the house, my friends, the vanishing. “I think I am going to throw up,” I whisper. I must be in shock, I think. I am only twelve years old. Who am I to stand against fate? Who am I to tell my friends what to do…? Stumbling along the roadway, I fall, and then plunge ahead… Counting my steps. “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten…. The road to the Anderson House is rocky, filled with little pebbles and slick with rain. Electric power lines ooze zappy noises as we all march toward the haunted, deserted house. The world takes on an eerie look and the shadows dance in the wake of the soon coming eclipse. Trees line the watered down sidewalk, and the house itself looks like a castle. The edges of the walkway have weeds growing out like vines that lived to trap you. I watch as the weeds intertwine with stubby legs determined to defy the odds of death. Suddenly, the air fills with the wails of dogs, howling, growling, and menacing guttural gnashing warning us away. Trees reach for the girls, ghosts flow through the air, wrapping their boney skeleton fingers in the hair of those ahead. Screams of terror stream down through our pack, and the girls head in three different directions. “I… I… just remembered. I… have to be home now. My Mom needs me.” One girl blurts out as she heads down the looming side street. “Wait for me!” Two others scream. I notice we are down to eight girls now. Maybe it’s just as well. Still we move forward. Daring fate to take us all. Shifting into groups of three we keep looking ahead.

Lightening flashes, illuminating the house, making it look ghostly and welcoming. The light hits the windows to make them glow, candles flickering, shutters wailing, and curtains billowing, making the house appear alive. Branches wiggle a welcome of their own and an evil laugh wraps itself around the remaining coven. “That’s it! I am going home!” “I’m with you!” “Don’t leave me here!” Looking around, I see four more girls are hightailing it away from our fate. Inwardly, I cheer. Outwardly, I wait. Wind picks up speed, leaves float around, voices wail and my body shudders from the thoughts of doom that seep into my tumbling mind. “Let’s go home. Everyone else has left. Let’s just leave, now.” I shout into the wind, hoping one of my friends hears me. “Please, I love you guys! I don’t want something to happen to you!” Reaching out to grab Glenda, I realize it is just a branch I yank, and I am standing there, alone, the old front door banging against the walls, candles flickering, curtains waving against the tide of the heavy winds pounding the old abandoned house. “Nooooooo!” I scream and faint.

“Mom?” I whispered. “Are you there?”

Frog-Utopia

Frog-utopia! By Dalene Davies

Literary Tech & Story Development 3-26-2012

Frog-utopia I can’t believe this is happening to me. Here I am, just minding my own business, when I see… I see… this oval thing glaring at me. I do not know what it is, but it watches me. I move to the side, and it follows my every move. I am disturbed now! How do I get away? What is it? I can feel it breathing. Extending my legs, I move to the side and jump, but I land in a net! I am trapped! Now what can I do? I croak for help, but no one hears. I feel my world shift as I am taken from my home. The trees above me move so quickly. The branches swish in the wind. I tremble. At least I have water. We stop, and I am placed inside a clear world. I explore the new area cautiously, slowly swimming around the square area, examining the plants, and little homes available. Once I relax I notice there is a little platform for me to sit on. I climb onto it and look around at my new surroundings. I see a room filled with scientific equipment. I see flat, round things, and a tube-like structure that is being used by the thing that captured me. It is looking this way again, one huge ball, with bloodlines flowing through it, unblinking, just staring at me. Seeking information, I let out a croak. No answering croak. The oval thing continues its haunting stare. It has a board in its hand. It takes notes and then it stares at me again. The lights go out, and the thing leaves the room. Once the room is quiet, I begin to settle in. I swim around, looking for a new home, watching the vision of another me swimming around, like a double. Another me, I think, as I swim towards it, watching the other creature swim closer. What is it? I look, and it looks back. I move, and it moves. I stick out my tongue, and it does the same. I try to lick it, but the thing tastes like cold flies that have died. Yuck!

I swim away and rest in my little lily pad when I see movement on the outside. What is that? LOOK! It is a black, round, pulsating blob of mass. And it is so fixated on me. I jump through the water and landed under the swaying limb of my lily pad. The peeper continues to scrutinize my every move. I could feel my heart fluttering, the terror spread through my tiny body. That eye was as big as me! It was unrelenting, pursuing me, watching. I hid. The black thing swished its tail and moved on its legs to get closer to me. It continued to stare, watching, waiting. I tried to figure out what it was. I heard a meow echo through the room and decided to stay where I was … safe, out of its reach, at least for now… The ground shook. I woke up, confused, disoriented. There were footsteps followed by people talking about the need to identify “rib-bits” and croaks from outdoor frogs. I woke up from my nightmare just in time to disappear into my lily pad and contemplate those weird things I saw in my dream. What was that black thing that watched me? I hoped to never meet one while I was awake!

Robbers!

Literary Tech & Story Development 3-26-2012

ROBBERS Two white-faced clowns checked their goofy watches and laughed. Just in time! They swung open the BOA doors and skipped into the room. Clown one started closing blinds and locking doors. Clown two sauntered over to the main cashiers cage and shoved a hand-written note beneath the iron rods. “Here you go, sugar, this note is for you,” said one of the clowns. She read it and then glanced up at him. “What… what do you want me to do?” “Give me the gun. I got the money! I mean, … give me the mullah, baby, I gotta run!” “Why would I do that? What makes you think I got any money?” Cindy answers, in confusion. “Hey, buddy, tell the little lady here, why she should give me the money?” Sid yells. “See this?” Buddy held up a thin electronic device and pushed a button. It lit up. “This here is a bomb controller, ain’t it, Sid? Show ‘em the bomb!” “Why did you do that? What did I tell you ‘bout using my real name?” “What does it matter, Sid? They won’t survive unless they do as we say.” “See, guests, and honey-bun, this here wire connects to the bomb locked under my outfit. It’s on me. Shall we test it, huh? Where is my money, honey?” Buddy grins and begins to prod the guests into a corner. A little old lady walks right up to Buddy and gives him a poke. “What are you doing here, Bobby Joe? Look, you are a scaring all these nice people. Now you move that big butt of yours home right now before I tell your pa what you been a doing!” Buddy stops and stares. “My name ain’t Bobby, its Buddy. Who do you think you are anyway?”

“Now, Bobby, I know it’s you. So just take that mask off right now!” She reaches out to pull the mask only peels off paint instead. “Ouch, stop that!” The old woman then touches the thin cell phone device. A signal initiates. Meanwhile, a strange signal is going out on the phone line. The police intercept the call and begin taping, tracking the call. They set up outside the bank, waiting. At the same moment, Sid looks at the teller, “Look, honey, get me that money now or I blow up the bank!” He leans over and touches the top of her hand. “Sid, tell this old biddy to leave me alone!” “Buddy, quit calling me Sid! You deal with her. How about you move all our guests to the other room?” Buddy begins to herd them out and demands the keys. “Throw me those keys!” “Why should I?” “Because I need to lock up the guests, so they don’t get hurt. You know, we don’t do this every day, if it weren’t fer pa needing an operation and ma needing a keeper, we never would be in this here bank, missy.” “Shut UP, Buddy, you talk way toos’ much, they don’t need to hear all that there information.” “So what, Sid, who they going to tell? No one knows who we are or even what we is doing.” “I said shut up, Buddy!” Buddy finally hustles the guests into the room. The two clowns, Buddy and Sid, grab the money, heading out the door. The three bags are dropped outside the door when the cops show up. “Hello boys. Going somewhere with our money?” “What? How?” “You forgot to turn off the cell power, boys! Cuff em” The Sherriff and one deputy haul the clowns into the car. While the cops deal with the two clowns, the teller stands at the side and looks at the money. “Thanks for saving us, Butch. I just didn’t know what to do! You saved our lives!” She gives the Sherriff a big smooch.

“Oh, Cindy, that’s our job.” He blushes and shuffles his feet. “Well, I have never been so scared in my life. Thanks.” She walks up to the door, picks up two bags of money and returns to her stall. While the cops were busy, she calls her boyfriend and makes arrangements to meet him for lunch. “Sherriff, if you don’t need me anymore, I am taking off for lunch.” “Go ahead, Cindy, we have it covered. We know where to reach you if we need anything.” “I am leaving now. See you tomorrow.” Cindy moves to the back and picks up the two bags of money. She walks out the back door to meet her boyfriend. They climb into the car and vanish, taking half the bank money with them. “That was the best plan ever, Cindy. You are so smart.”

Consumed Dalene Davies

Literary Tech & Story Development 3-26-2012

CONSUMED Slimy fingers and a draft met me as I fell into a tunnel-like gap under my bed. I felt like screaming and kicking, but it was of no usethe draft had taken its hold. Each time I fought the movement; my body seared with a pain that fighting only made worse. My breathing became erratic. I felt the blood pumping through my body, down through my entire four-foot eight-inch frame. Nothing like this had ever happened before, and terror flared through me like a raging fire. Waking up, I tried to figure out what happened. The room was dark, filled with shadows, leaping from every corner. The wall attracted my attention first. Before my eyes, a mirror receded and now had an unearthly glow. Flames flew from the center, highlighting a spiral staircase that seemingly revolved up through the solid wall. An image blazed in the mirror-like reflection where the staircase met the wall. It looked like a gateway ascending toward the stars. Each time my eyes moved around the room, I could feel my body quiver. My heart hammered, forcing blood through my icy cold vines. I knew I needed to move, but the horror within my mind left me paralyzed. Glancing further from the fire mirror, I noticed something sitting in the chair directly in front of my closet. A movement, like the ripple of a small breeze, caught my eye. A monster floated into focus. Just as quickly, it shimmered out, while my jelly-fried brain cells tried to make sense of it all. “Scram! Shoo! Leave! Get out!” I tried to shout, but it was more of a soft, angry hiss. I tried again. “What do you want? Who are you?” Risking my sanity, as well as my life, I moved my feet to the edge of the bed. I leaned over; scanning the underside of the bedspread to be sure the menace of my vision was not there and dashed across the room to face the hideous monster. Empty sockets stared at me. A light buzzing enveloped me, my mind trying to block the growing fear that was filling my limp body. The tingling began in my fingertips, spreading to my arms, then hammered through my lungs until it finally attached itself to my grey matter. My breath caught. I reached out to touch it, feeling the frigid arctic inferno enfold me. The gateway revolved from the wall and swallowed me into a new dimension.

Focusing on the center, a bench appeared to expand into an oblong orbit. The gooey slime orbited me and began to fossilize me. I could hear, see, smell, and feel; but I could no longer move. I could no longer speak; though, I heard words inside my head. I shuddered inwardly, hearing the words screaming inside my head. “Welcome home, honey! I am looking forward to the upcoming heartto-heart we will be having after I have consumed that physical form.” The alien form whispered in my mush-like brain, as he proceeded to consume me. All the images of my life as a human travelled through my brain roots out to my companion. I melted into one with him, entirely devoured.

All Hallows Eve! By Dalene Davies 10-2011

Creative Skills Development 10-24-2011

All Hallows Eve

Thump! Thump! Thump! I heard the beat off in the distance. I thought it was a heart beat! Then I listened harder and found it was mine! Running, I tried hard not to lose my balance. I was trying to get away. Each time I looked back, I could feel them getting closer. Breathing hard, I tried to get my body to get into rhythm with my mind. It was not easy. My brain was running faster then my body, or at least that was how it felt. The words were getting louder now. I could feel the tension rise up in my middle. My paws were aching, the hard ground digging into the slim covers of my paws. Each time I slowed to take a peek, the voices got closer. This is not working, I thought, I need a place to hide and to think. Where can I go? To whom can I turn? Snow lightly fell over the path. The cold was slowly seeping though my body. I could see the air shift in front of me. I looked to my left, then to my right; the dark woods looked even blacker then usual. The midnight glow of All-Hallows-Eve was upon the woods or maybe just upon me. I saw a huge tree with an open area sitting by the path. I darted in, pulling my tail in quickly and curling up

inside the dark, damp, hole, quietly stilling my breathing, trying to control the shudders that rolled through me. I am a nice cat. My name is Smoky. I am a black cat. I love kids, other animals and adore my pets. That was how it used to be, anyhow. I tried to think back. When did it start? Yesterday or was it the day before? What day is it? Oh it must have been three days ago. I shuddered, thinking back. I came home as usual, making my way through the kitty door. The house was usually filled with laughter. My pets were usually ready to lavish me with love and attention. They loved the presents I left them. They were the best pets I ever had. Until three days ago that is. I stop thinking long enough to listen. The branches were being kicked aside further away from me now. I uncurled my tail and began licking my wet fur. It had a calming effect on me, so I begin to relax. What is it I am trying to remember? I still feel confused. I think back to three days ago and realize my pets have vanished! The entire village is looking for them as well as me. How did this happen? I am a 10-year-old midnight colored cat. I have emerald shaped, colored eyes, and can understand human speech and am fluent in cat, dog, and many other languages. My tail is long and sleek. My ears perk at my name even if I may ignore the human calling. I love to play hide and seek. Mostly it is I hiding though. I love to scare things. My ears perk as I hear the underbrush of the bushes sway and a low growl emits from 20 feet away. I feel my eyes widen in fear as I see a huge dog appear. I swish my

tail and bear my teeth, then take off towards town. The glowing hound gets a sniff of me, and I run faster then faster and tumble to the ground. I feel my heart thudding, thudding, faster in my body, my breathing changes and I run trying to find a place to hide. No time to think, I run on and on; and find a church with its doors open wide. I dash into the door, and then deep within. I suddenly remember the bag. It was three days ago. I pulled it up out of the ground. It was then the people began to vanish and the howl of a hound began to vibrate through the town. What had I unleashed? What had I done? Opened a door to hell to let the soul catcher abound? I wondered through the church, searching for an answer. Could I find a way to break the spell or was I doomed to run forever? What happens if it catches me? I shiver at the thought. I must think, I tell myself. I must force myself to find the answer. Huddled in a corner, I waited in the gloom, trying to find a way to bring the hound to its doom. The stairs led down the hall towards the cemetery behind. I crept along the way, shivering in the frosty dawn. I inched along the way, towards the hollow hole I left, then I ran towards the back, following the trail I knew so well. I ran on in the early light, seeking the bloody smelling mouse I dug up three days past. I ran from house to house, sniffing until I stumbled upon the corpse, the dead mouse. I pulled the bag out into the path, then nosed the mouse back inside. I found the deepest place, and buried the rodent. Turning suddenly, I saw the hound, glowing, growling, teeth gnashing close to my fur. I jumped a mile or so it felt, and then saw the hound disappear. The night began to

shift, the weather began to change, the stars began to twinkle and the world began to change. I woke with a meow, shattering the night, to find my pets around me, the fire they did light. It seemed the dream had passed as the nightmare was vanishing. Then I looked around and saw the dead mouse thing beside me.

Have Medallion, Will Travel! By Dalene Davies

Creative Skills Development 10-24-2011

Have Medallion, Will Travel!

Traveling from town to town, I have made a bunch of good friends along the way. I sat down in the shadows of the trees, and began to whittle on a small branch. I figured I deserved to sit down. I needed to work through the shock I was feeling. My own little part of the world did not prepare me for this adventure. I shook my head, feeling the burns on my body. Smalltown boy meets Ghostcity, scary thought that. I know my small town thinking gest me in trouble, but still, I never been through this before. You see, I have been going from town to town looking to find the perfect place to settle down. Me and my wife, Bessie, are looking to settle in with a few kids, animals, and putting down roots, so to speak. I have seen several places that I liked but I have this traveling spirit deep in my soul. I just keep moving. Now, about the time it was Alls Hollows Eve I trekked through this here town that seemed to be perfect. The oldfashioned ranch homes were all lined up in a row, purty as pink. They had shutters, porches, and tree swings in every front yard. I stood there, gawking, thinking, “Perhaps I can settle the family here. It sure looks peaceful, and homey.” There

was a glitter just up the road. The last house on the block had a small horse trough sitting by the end of the street. As I bent down to check out the glint, I found this here metal medallion. I picked it up and hung it around my neck. I then glanced down the road and suddenly spotted a perfect looking town. I slowly walked down the road, leading my horse behind me, when I reached the first of the towns main business drag. I walked around looking in the windows, doors and generally wondering where all the peoples went. I shook my head, just trying to figure it out, when I heard a silvery laugh flow further down the street. I tied my horse to the rail by the watering trough and followed that there voice. It seemed to be coming from the saloon. I pushed the sliding doors open and headed toward the old bar. The room itself was dusty, open, with a huge mirror in back of the bar. I could see the smoky air swirling around the room. People lounged around dressed like them cowboys from the old west. Must be getting ready for Halloween, I thought. It seemed the entire town was there, all 25 of them. The sheriff was wearing the leather vest with a bright star on it. I settled down next to him and turned to start a conversation. “Howdy, Sheriff, nice town you got here.” The bartender walked over to the sheriff and refilled his drink, totally ignoring me. “Hey, Bartender, could I get an ice cold beer here, Sir?” The bartender walked my way but just passed by like was invisible or something. He refilled the local storekeepers cup, then began wiping down the counter-

top. He stopped by three women sitting at the end, who began to talk about their day. “What a day, Tom. I had to get the house picked up before I could even head over to the post office. Then the wood stove went out and I had no wood! Had to run out to the woodshed and bring in the wood myself. Jeb was out watering the lawn and tending to the garden.” “That’s a lot of work for a little filly like you, Jan. Hope it didn’t wear you out too much.” “Naw, I can handle it.” “Well, have a drink on the house!” “Thanks.” Tom walked back by me and just didn’t see me! I looked in the mirror. Yes, I was there. I could see the long hair, the moustache, and the frown that creased my forehead. I leaned forward and waved my arm. The necklace moved with me. “Excuse me, but could I get a drink here? I just love the perfection of this here town. Do you have any houses available?” Nothing, still not even a nod that anyone heard me, as I sat there considering my options, scratching my head and muttering to myself. I was beginning to feel foolish. The piano in the corner began to play a fast country tune. It looked like one of them automatic players, the oldfashioned ones with the rolling paper that plays the tune by themselves. I walked toward the piano and turned to watch the scenes playing out in the room. Everyone knew each other. They all talked kind-a funny, and then the drinks went round again. Stepping outside, I noticed the bank looked kind of old

and full of webs. Half the building was burned down, as were the other buildings. I scratched my head again, wondering what happened to the perfection I saw when I rode in. Evil laughter billowed through the town, leaving me with them there creeps, creeping down my back. The buildings began to shimmer, blow up, move and twist turning to shimmering air, and heat began to shift through the town. Wind howled and created a vortex that nearly pulled me into the middle. The medallion heated on my chest and flew towards the vortex. My world changed in an instant. I tried to move toward the horse, gripping the rung with my entire being. I felt it heat up on my own skin and tried to twist away. My body was burning until I threw the coin off my neck and watched the town burn down. I hurried to my horse, patted her a second, jumped on her back, then got out of dodge! I didn’t even turn around, just kept on a going, until I found this nice park and park bench. “Mind if I sit here, Stranger?” “Sure, Mister. You can see me?” “Of course. Why shouldn’t I? You feeling ok, Friend?” “Well, you know that there town about 5 miles back? Lonsume Dove Town? These there people didn’t even notice me, was like I was invisible or something.” “Um, Friend, I don’t know what to say. That town burned down around the turn of the century. Nothing left but the old wishing well by the main drag. Seems I remember something about a jewelry heist from

the bank. Money, jewelry, and coins lost after the stable, bank, and storehouse went up in flames.” My fingers felt numb and the shock really set in. I was a talking to …. Ghosts?? I really was talking to spooks?? How is a person to know what to do if there aint no signs anywhere? I fainted dead away, thinking… Have Medallion, Will Travel.

Judgment?

Dalene Davies 8-25-2012 LCAT Week4 Project4

Judgment? We interrupt this program to report a major catastrophe. The Republication Convention being held in Florida has been hit by several major events at the same time. Hurricane Judgment hit at 3pm today. This is the second day of the convention and while the Republications were able to release party members to safety, it has hit the area hard. The convention center that housed the convention has been used by democrats to show republican hypocrisy has reached an all time high. Today’s rally centered around the theme that businesses built America while the current administration feels it is the public that built the infrastructure that has allowed American business to flourish. After all, if roads, buildings and bridges had not been built through government jobs bills, those businesses would not have thrived. It has been a hard year for the GOP. This is perhaps the most devastating act to occur yet. The hurricane hit hard and has only damaged the convention center. Key party members have always used the weather to claim it was God’s wrath toward America that brought these. Does this mean the Republicans have gone too far? Is this God’s Judgment on the Party that is anti-human rights, or antienvironment? Is this a warning to Americans that it is time to be the stewards of the Earth? We now go live to Tampa to talk to Reporter Tanya Tanner. She has a few updates to offer and an interview

with some of the survivors of this great catastrophe. Are you there, Tayna? “Yes, Liz, I am here. The winds are blowing at an excess of 60 miles per hour, and as you can see, the damage around here is extensive! The winds have already pulled up cages in the local zoos and the animals here are running scared! We have already had reports that alligators have been spotted trying to escape the harsh winds. We have not heard of any attacks as of yet, but this is only the beginning. With me is Lila Straw, the Animal Protection director. Tell us, Lila, what might we expect.” “Thank you, Tayna, I think we can reasonably expect to hear stories of animal attacks as the storm blows over. We have over fifty animals recorded as released. People, do not approach any of these animals. They are scared and classified as deadly.” “Thank you, Lila. Now with me is the GOP director, Hal Overman. Mr. Overman, please tell us what the status is of the Convention. Will you now postpone it? Is this a judgment on your party? Will we still see the republicans on the ticket?” “Well, first, we would like to say, our party convention goes on. We will continue at the local hotel. We are not giving out the address. I have no comment on the other items. Of course, we will be on the ticket! Nothing has changed except…” “Oh, my… did you catch that bolt of lightening strike the director? Guess God has spoken, after all. Perhaps this country needs to reevaluate the direction we are heading.

I think I will move over to the side here, while I continue. The winds are getting stronger so I think I will head out now. This is Tayna Tanner returning the program.” “Thanks, Tayna, I think moving out of the path of God’s Judgment might be a good idea. We now have the Presidential nominee on split screen. Mr. Randel, we would like to discuss the meaning of this storm. You and your party have stated that these natural weather patterns have been divinely ordained because of the feminist movement, and the modern acceptance of gay rights. Do you still feel this way and what does it say to the American public that your convention center, built with 62 percent of government funds has been destroyed while your party’s convention was being held?” “ I don’t fully remember my party’s principals but I stand by them anyway. We are the best party for this country. We are for all people and fully intend to get Americans working again once we are elected and get the women to stay home where they belong. I … uah… mean… once we take over this country’s government. This is not a judgment upon us. We are still here and going strong. We believe our country…” “It seems we have a connection problem. Hold on. This just in… The news van where the presidential and vicepresidential nominee were bring interviewed has been destroyed by the hurricane. Guess that’s our last judgment for today. Stay turned for more coverage while we try to find more republicans to comment.”

Kooky Stories- Pastiche Poems FormatBy Dalene Davies ©2013 http://3ds-kooky-ideas-dept.com Literary Genre1-Comedy &TragedyEditing & Revisions Essay and Audio Links With Music Nothing we can do Our Miracle Child, Theda Our Itty-Bitty Pretty One Our Itty-Bitty Pretty One Visual Thinking & Writing Script Video Publication and Distribution Spider-Mania Not-In-My-House! Time with my Father June 16, 2013 Sock Monsters Invade Earth June15, 2013

CLICK HERE: http://3ds-kooky-ideas-dept.com ABOUT ME: Creative Writer--educational homeschool books, e-books & journals; Novelist, Scriptwriter, Poet & Political Activist. I am a: Wife, Mother, Daughter, Sister, Friend, Environmentalist, and an Equal-Rights Believer!

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Audio Pastiche Poems for Portfolio with Credits

Working this exercise was very difficult. The poems I wrote are real life and I chose to read a few of them for this exercise. I chose to do these four because of the timing. If I had read a scene or two from one of my scripts, I figured that would be about five to seven minutes. Each poem is about 2 minutes long, so I figure I reached that goal. Another part of this exercise involved music. I wanted to read to background music to enhance my words I spoke. When I post these to my portfolio, I intend to have them sound as professional as I could make it. Each poem has a history. They are very personal and heartfelt. Reading them out loud brought back all the emotions that went with the first writing. I found that digging deep into my life experiences, I had a lot of bottled up emotions that I don’t usually discuss. The words I wrote express a lot of the feeling that I hid. The first poem, “Spider Mania”, was a very lighthearted poem about an experience with a rubber spider. I originally tried to script it for Visual Thinking and Writing, but had no idea how I would tape that. I put the story aside until my Publishing and Distribution class when I hit upon the idea of taking the story and revising it into a Pastiche Style poem. I worked on the word count, editing it down to publish on my Word-Press Website. It worked exceeding well and even this recorded version allowed me to laugh at my fear of spiders. The song I chose was the “Flight of the Bumble Bee”. The rising and falling of the tempo worked well with the inflections that came out with the poem. The second poem, “Our Itty Bitty Pretty One”, was what I used for my Visual Thinking and Writing Class. The script and video are already on my portfolio and that version was three minutes long. When I turned it into a Pastiche Style poem, I edited it down to one page and found the piano player version of “Little Bitty Pretty One” plus the word version. Both played well against the poem and helped to play against the heartfelt words I used to express our feeling for our daughter’s graduation.

The third poem, “Our Miracle Child, Theda”, was originally a script story I tried for Visual Thinking and Writing. When I didn’t use it, I decided to try turning that into a poem as well and that format worked better. I used the song; “All I Need is a Miracle”, for this poem presentation. The instrumental version of the song highlighted the words in another way that I was elated with and pleased with the results. The final poem was the hardest. “Nothing We Can Do” was actually written for Comedy and Tragedy Writing class. The words and feeling are real and happen everyday. The subject matter is tough. I find myself feeling those emotions even today. For the music, I played “You’re Gonna Pay” and the instrumental version of “Mad World” to combine the words and songs into one. I found the refrain to “You’re Gonna Pay” very telling. At the end of this exercise, each poem had conflict, character growth and spirit. I felt my words were expressive and visual and the music just added another layer to the poems. The characters, dialogue and emotions, were me and that allows me to feel the poems are real, down-to-earth, people.

SPIDER-MANIA: NOT IN MY HOUSE

http://issuu.com/kookytales/docs/spider-mania_not_in_my_house_poem https://soundcloud.com/dalene-davies/ddaviesspidermanianimhpoem Music Credit: SethRoachMusic. (2010, July 24). Flight of the bumble bee player piano. Retrieved from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ENe23pnXSkI OUR ITTY_BITTY PRETTY ONE

http://issuu.com/kookytales/docs/our_itty-bitty_pretty_one_poem https://soundcloud.com/dalene-davies/ddavies-ittybittyprettyonepoem Music Credit: Phalanges04. (2011, Oct 07). Little bitty pretty one. Retrieved from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JhewGfh5RUo Jim02026. (2010, August 10). Little bitty pretty one piano player. Retrieved from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZRfYXY5ET0k OUR MIRACLE CHILD, THEDA

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https://soundcloud.com/dalene-davies/ddavies-ourmiraclechildt Music Credit: Taylor, J. (2013, August 06). All i need is a miracle. Retrieved from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ClsQo6n2l4 NOTHING WE CAN DO

http://issuu.com/kookytales/docs/nothing_we_can_do_poem https://soundcloud.com/dalene-davies/ddavies-nothingwecandopoem Music Credits: Thu Le. (2010, December 31). Mad world piano version. Retrieved from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KWVfPa6tmJc Lieberth, Elise. (2010, July 06). You're gonna pay. Retrieved from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZjgiZ7kxJ8o&list=PLBB9D4110B8200F9C

“Nothing We Can Do” “Dalene Davies Literary Genre1-Comedy &Tragedy-W1W Writing (based on true life)

Nothing We Can Do 10-24-2012

Nothing we can do by Dalene Davies 10-24-2012 There is nothing we can do, they said to her the night it happened, it is a He said- she said, no reason to arrest. There is nothing we can do, no jury would convict, we might ruin his reputation, if this ever got out. There is nothing we can do, pain caused by his touch, the threat real, the words deadly, the days pass, nightmares follow, days are long, feelings strong. Hate enters her soul, thoughts flutter and pound, he should fry for what he did, he should hurt like she does, Thoughts roll through her mind. There is nothing we can do, no one cares he stole her mind, her soul seethed, seeking justice, retribution, and punishment. He should die, he should pay, he should fry, she thought night after night, the words flowing through her mind, overtaking her sanity, breathing labored, increasingly feeling her need for justice. Fear gathered inside, darkness overwhelming her life. Depression sets in, thoughts of suicide surface, I hide the reasons deep

in my heart, fighting insanity. A year later, a newspaper article tells a story about a house fire. There was nothing we could do; fireman explained, he fried. Feelings … fear, joy, and relief … I wept. (DDD_10242012) WC207 http://3ds-kooky-ideas-dept.com Kooky Stories©102412 Dalene Davies

Our Miracle Child, Theda!

Literary Genre I: Comedy & Tragedy Week 1 Writing 10-28-2012 Revised from VTW (Based on true life)

Our Miracle Child, Theda By Dalene Davies

Our Miracle Child, Theda “We may not be able to save her. We will not know until we open her up after you give birth. She has a jejunal atresia, in layman’s terms, a blocked bowel. Here, let me show you what I plan to do.” Doctor James Carson, a pediatric neurosurgeon at SHM Hospital, says to us. He grabs a scrap of paper and begins to draw bold dark lines. They look like snakes or perhaps even an old rusty pipe leading to a round bowl. He slices off a section with the pen, making it darker to simulate a cut off point, like a blockage in the pipe, and then shows another section where he would cut out and then sew the two ends together. I sit there stunned. How can this be? This is not possible! I am not hearing this, nor do I want to hear any more. My fingers feel like ice; cold, frozen, numbed stubs, held tight against my thighs. My mind shudders with confusion and fear, gripping my

usual upbeat, happy mind into frantic oozing. dripping frightened thoughts. My hands shake uncontrollably, heart beat thumping in my chest, my breathing ragged and uneven. Three months later, Dr. Carson performed a miracle for us. Kooky Stories- P&D 632013 ©6313 http://3ds-kooky-ideas-dept.com Dalene Davies

Our Itty-Bitty Pretty One

Our Itty-Bitty Pretty One By Dalene Davies

Our Itty-Bitty Pretty One Eighteen years ago, you were born. Eighteen years Ago, we didn’t know if a blocked bowel, jejunal atresia, would take you. Eighteen years ago, Dr. James Carson resided in Spokane, saving your life twice that year. Our little bitty pretty one; we watched you grow. Matilda came out - you sat through the entire movie. I remember watching you, your elbows on the little plastic picnic table, your chin resting in your little palms, just enthralled by this little girl who looked like you. We taught you to crawl, walk, then run. When you were three you would race through the house, and shout when you won. You were racing yourself. When you were six, you were leading your little brother into trouble. When you were nine, we watched as you played the piano. When you were sixteen we almost lost you again. That appendicitis attack was hours from killing you. We watched the sunset wondering if you would live. You made us cry, made us laugh, made us see life through your eyes. We love you.

Soon you will graduate, and move forward with your life. You will always be our itty-bitty pretty one. Eighteen years ago, you graced our life with your precious existence. Kooky Stories- P&D 6313 ©632013 http://3ds-kooky-ideas-dept.com Dalene Davies

CONGRATS, THEDA VISUAL SCRIPT AND VIDEO

Dalene Davies 11-28-11 VTW_Visual-Film-Script Title Slide **Our Little Bitty Pretty One** By Dalene Davies (Proud Parents) Picture of Paul and Dalene Davies Picture of Davies Kids (2011) Picture of Lyrics for LBPO-Youtube Picture of Dr. Carson Plaque Picture of heartbeat ultrasound, Theda Picture of Theda Ultrasound

Eighteen years ago, you were born. Slide Eighteen years ago, we didn’t know if we were going to keep you. Eighteen years ago, a blocked bowel could have taken you from us. Slide It was called a jejunal atresia. Eighteen years ago, we were lucky enough to have Dr. James Carson residing in Spokane. He saved your life, not once, but twice, that first year. Picture of Theda with mom March 94 Picture of Theda in incubator 94

Slide You were a little bitty pretty one and we watched you grow. Slide You were a little bitty pretty one and we watched you grow. In 1996 Matilda came out and you sat through the entire movie. I remember watching you, your elbows on the little plastic picnic table, your chin resting in your little palms, just enthralled by this little girl who looked like you.

Slide You were a little bitty pretty one and we watched you grow. We knew we would have to buy that movie for you. Picture of Aunt Dixie Picture of Step Father, Mom, and my Dad wRhys Picture of Pauls Dad with Theda and Uncle Steve Slide When you were three you would race through the house, and shout when you won. You were racing yourself. Slide When you were six, you were leading your little brother into trouble. Slide When you were nine, we watched you play the piano. Picture of Theda playing piano and karate Picture of Rain Forest with Theda Slide You would walk through the rain forest across from our house and tell us fairy stories.

Picture of Maryann with Theda Picture of Theda in Highchair Picture of Theda with Neva, Theda Picture of Theda with Baby Rhys Slide When you were 16 we almost lost you again. Slide That appendicitis attack was hours from killing you. We worried and prayed again. We watched the sunset wondering if you would survive. Slide We taught you to crawl, then walk, then run. We let you make choices, and ask questions. We even answered the tough ones. Slide We tried to give you freedom, and allow you to grow. We taught you to love, and to give. We taught you about life, yet we still had lots to learn. Picture of Theda –Dress up, Fair, Neva with Theda Picture of Riverside Recital and Ag show Slide You will always be our little bitty pretty one no matter where life takes you.

We will always be proud of you. Picture of Sammy and Theda Slide You made us see life through your eyes. You made us cry, and made us laugh, and made us hear that still small voice in the night. We love you for who you are and are proud of all you have done. Picture of Ag Show and Elk days Pictures of Awana Picture of Great-Grandma Picture of LBPO You Tube Slide Soon you will graduate high school, graduate from Awana, and go on with your life. Slide We will guide you, love you, and still be very proud of you. Slide Eighteen years ago we didn’t know if we were even going to be able to keep you. Eighteen years ago, you were born.

Slide Eighteen years ago we didn’t know if we were even going to be able to keep you. Slide Picture (ultrasound) Eighteen years ago you were born. Slide Picture (Graduation) We love you, Theda. Congradulations! Picture Paul, Theda, Neva Occupy Spokane Credits Slide: Credits: Video Dalene Davies Music: Little Bitty Pretty One by Frankie Lymon Project Created with Keynote, iPhoto, iMovie, YouTube, and iTunes This is a 3D Productions 12-18-2011-2012 Example of Video presentation:

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“Spider-Mania: Not in my House”

Spider-Mania Not-In-My-House!

Spider-Mania Not-In-My-House Spiders! Apple’s dictionary defines a spider as, an eight-legged predatory arachnid. Not me! I personally define spiders as an unwanted intrusion found inside my house. One day I was home alone, a rare occurrence for a homeschool mom. I was getting my wood stove ready to give to a friend; we didn’t really use it, so I knew they would utilize it. I reached down with unsuspecting fingers, in the dark hollow space, beside the woodstove, when a slimy set of legs reached me. Well, needless to say, the scream that filled the house, outside our house, and down the street was actually… me. I jumped back, pulled myself away and eventually got my breathing under control. I ran for the laundry room, grabbed the Spider-killer and proceeded to spray it. After ten-minutes, when my heartbeat returned to normal, the sweat evaporated, and my breathing settled down, I cautiously advanced toward the offending woodstove. I gripped a tattered tissue firmly in-hand to remove the offending creature. I flashed my flashlight into the dark hole, shuddering and slowly reached tentatively down to grab …

a rubber covered 3-inch 8-legged toy! I cracked-up! Tossing it into the sink, I waited for the next unsuspecting child’s discovery, and scream, later that night.. Kooky Stories update for P&D 632013 ©6313 http://3ds-kooky-ideas-dept.com Dalene Davies

Time With My Father

Time with my Father June 16, 2013

Time with my Father

January’s would come, a time to see my Father working the booth at the Agricultural show, explaining the R&H products, following in his own Father’s footsteps. The booth, red background, a sign showing the company, the table covered with chrome alloy combine parts, and books written by my grandfather. The tableside exhibits the chrome paperweight animals created by my uncle. Best combine parts, my father would say. Last forever, work the land, save time and energy, satisfaction guaranteed. Rounds he made there, talking to everyone. His grandchildren would visit name tags on hand, looking forward to the special time only grandpa could offer, candy galore, treats all around, free calendars, pens, pads, but most of all, their grandfather. What a day! All the booth operators knew my father. They knew my children. They knew me. The huge tractors, places to hide engulfed their bodies, smiles wide. When the day would end, coats on gloves, too, dinner would end

our day. Just Like Home Buffet, all you can eat, a treat. Three days we would repeat, until my dad would pack-up for the next Ag Show scheduled. My dad died, leaving a gap. We still visit the Ag Show, but January has never been the same. Kooky Stories- P&D- June16, 2013 ©61613 http://3ds-kooky-ideas-dept.com -Dalene Davies

Sock Monsters Invade Earth Poem

Sock Monsters Invade Earth June15, 2013

Sock Monsters Invade Earth Poem Sock Monsters invade Earth, to torment little children. They eat one sock, leaving one, laugh out loud when the children are blamed, they giggle to hear the parents fuss about. The Sock Monsters lurk about, waiting, to swipe that sock from humans devouring it for their food. Human boys and girls discover this when one sock vanishes into thin air and their parents throw up arms in despair and lecture the offspring to take more care. Sock Monsters watch and wait, patiently about to strike when the washer is full, to swipe one sock and leave the other. Sock Monsters are mischievous creatures, who love to torment children. They love the socks, and puzzles too, and have even taken a shoe or two. Sock-land is found underground, under the house, tunnels are formed from socks and puzzles making it a strange world, indeed. Children have seen the Sock Monster appear, looking just like their twin. When the parents hear, they laugh or scold, about the fairy stories told. Looking back, some adults might find within their soul, a flicker of a memory, of times when as a child,

they remember their Sock Monster appear, and grin at them with great delight when they were scolded and reprimanded just as they scold now. Kooky Stories P&D creation June15,2013 ©6152013- http://3ds-kooky-ideas-dept.com Dalene Davies

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