Thursday, November 26, 2020
Arianna Rose Philip
ANIMALS TAKE FLIGHT
Once upon a time there was a team called 'Animals Take Flight'. The animals in the crew were a Butterfly, a Frog, a Penguin, a Cat and a Unicorn. Their names were Polar,Butler, Meow, Hopper and Whatto. The team had a mission which was to rescue the animals who were lost. This time they had to rescue a Baby Dolphin and a Baby Orca.
The team took their gadgets and went into the ocean to find them.The team had a 'Secret watch' which helped them to see and beep if any animal is in danger.
The team found both the Dolphin and Orca were playing.
After playing for sometime, they wanted to go back but they did not find their way. When they did not find, they started crying.
Then the team came near them and asked them what happened. They told the team that they could not find their mothers. The team consoled them and brought them back to their homes.
Both of them, the Dolphin and Orca promised to obey their parents in future. They lived happily ever after.
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(Arianna is a 7 year old girl, now a teenager, has written many other short stories and poems, and also a book of short stories and poems which were all published
in our New World Publications.
Thanks Arianna) New World Publications
(Arianna, your short stories project great morale! Excellent.) Republished
Arianna's book: The Chick And The Egg by www.amazon.com(EBOOK))
Hearts may be fickle but not in love
Love is pure, noble no one can rob
Kind, giving, surmounting terrains
Seas, valleys, hills and mountains.
Captured artists in all dimensions,
Misty paintings or colorful eons
Music as elusive as doe-eyed deer
Waltzes and rhymes we can't bear!
Passionate, sometimes mellowed
Mutual feelings at its sudden peak
But in its essence, true and not bleak
Wishing the best for the love it seeks.
Warm embraces, gentle kisses
Rush of waves by the ocean
Whiff of dew on luscious lips
Hug of mirage on velvet eyes.
Scent of magnolias on the air
Touch of silky stir of moon
Dames of roses not to boon
Till the sun sets after noon.
Soft footsteps on the shore
When will I see you at lore?
Castles of dune near the tide
Missed my love by that side.
The clouds darken in the sky
Looming rain not far beyond
Will I forget you at bounds?
Tears of hope still at hand!
Bouquets of roses at my hand,
Reminisce a single poet's wand
It is better to have love and lost
Than never to have love at all...
All rights reserved: Cynthia Abegail
Wednesday, November 25, 2020
Majesty! God symbolises this word. We can only stand in awe of God in any circumstance in life. In plenty and in want, it’s just fitting to praise Him in all of His glory. Why? It is because poverty is not forever. One maybe poor at some point but abundant at a certain stage of life. But God is eternal! We cannot forget the truth that He created and nurtured us throughout our lives. Those who do not know Him yet will later be amazed!
FLOWERS O' DELIGHT
It was almost sunrise as dawn recedes,
The sonata of the birds billows amidst
My garden that I tended of rosy roses
Remembered my beloved, then muses!
Lilies abound gives me utter delight,
Pinkish, orangy... peaches and cream---
Comforts my willowing heart of might
As I pen words from the sense of light!
The soil is damp from the dew of night,
Assures moisture that gives life at sight
And care that I give to the flowers today
Is the care that I give for those I loved!
Immense in nature, pure and ethereal,
Its colors are crimson, beige, and some
Days its green, but never never black--
Since my love never faints, never dulls!
( A wonderful Poem,Cynthia,New World)
All rights reserved: Cynthia Abegail
Tuesday, November 24, 2020
It was dawn. Sun's golden rays came through the window and competed with the cool breeze to embrace me. I was going to sleep more but I did not feel wasting the beautiful morning by lazily lying in the bed with day dreaming. After a few moments, I got out of my bed and put my sandals and walked into the garden, adjacent to my house. My long white gown had covered half of my legs and was a perfect match for my black pants, I thought.
The newly blossomed rose and jasmine flowers added beauty to the garden along with many white and yellow tulips. Dews were falling down from the leaves and squirrels were jumping from branches to branches.
The sweet smell of rose and jasmine flowers had spread and covered the entire garden.The red roses were very attractive and I tenderly touched some of them. All of a sudden,I felt an urge to pluck some of them. I did not hesitate, sure enough,I plucked some of them.
Alas! I felt a pain on my fingers and I realized that the thorns of the Rose plants had pierced through my fingers. The blood spread on my gown and suddenly I felt angry. With great annoyance, I threw the flowers on the ground and when I walked, unintentionally my sandals crushed those flowers. I felt a little agitated but I could not do anything at that point and so I continued to walk.
Momentarily I heard a cry and a sob. When I looked back, I knew the Rose plants were crying and sobbing.I was puzzled but did not want to ask them anything. Next day morning was also very beautiful and I visited the garden again. That morning, the garden was decorated with more flowers and more serenity had filled the air. The beauty of the garden and the sweet smell of the flowers made me very happy. I saw a few girls walking ahead of me happily talking.
Their long black hair was adored with red rose flowers. Oh! what a great beauty has been added with those flowers, I thought. I had forgotten the previous day's incident and without any hesitation, my hands stretched to pluck some flowers. All of a sudden I saw some changes in the rose plants. They stopped dancing anymore and started to cry.
I could not realize what was happening. I turned towards them and asked,"what is happening.Why are you crying ?"
They answered: "you are again trying to pluck our flowers, right ?"
I answered, "Yes. Why, is it a mistake what I am doing ?"
"Surely. You are doing a wrong thing"
I asked them in a soft voice. "If I am doing something wrong, what did those girls walking ahead of me do? They plucked many of your flowers and they are on their hair. What about that.?"
The answer surprised me" Yes,they have done a fine job. Wearing the flowers on their hair makes them look more beautiful and so many people could enjoy the beauty of those flowers. surely, people appreciate . What you did was plucking the flowers and throwing them on the road and crushing them with your sandals without any concern of their beauty! The people came after you also crushed them without any mercy !!If you had not plucked them,people would have appreciated their beauty and enjoyed the sweet smell,even if our flowers had a very short life."
My hands withdrew automatically. At that moment I found a great truth of life. Even if a life is for a short period only, it should be useful and beneficial to others and not to be crushed mercilessly and uselessly.
Written by George Kurian-copy rights with the author.
(Thanks to our Chief Editor, George Kurian for this beautiful and very meaningful short story). New World