Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Invitation to MU Voices

Let your light shine!
We are pleased to announce the publication of the Fall 2011 edition of MU Voices, Madonna University's online literary publication. This semester, we are concentrating on an online version in order to allow our readers to comment on their favorite selections. Contributors were asked to share their poetry, fiction, creative non-fiction, song lyrics, prayers, photographs, drawings, and paintings, so readers have a variety of types of writing to enjoy.

We hope you enjoy this collaborative effort. MU Voices is co-sponsored by the Madonna Pen, our campus writing group, and the Madonna University Writing Center. This edition has been lovingly edited by Marian Woyciehowicz Gonsior and Frances FitzGerald.

St. Anne's - Southwest Detroit by Joseph Smedo

Traveling Stories by the Franciscan Gathering Space and Take 5 Writers

Our celebrations of the National Day on Writing (October 20) and the Halloween Research/Write-a-thon (October 25) both featured traveling stories this year. Sarah Kosel, Writing Center tutor and junior in the Sign Language Studies Department, came up with the smart idea of piecing together construction paper on three or four windows. We started the stories with a single sentence (or partial sentence), then encouraged (some might say “strong-armed”) students into adding a line or two to move the stories along. The following results may not always be logical, but they do reflect the sense of humor and whimsy that pervade our campus.
Blue Tooth

At the third annual Halloween Research/Write-a-thon, no one expected…to win the Barnes & Noble Edgar Allen Poe $25.00 gift card…However, to her great delight and surprise, Annie heard her name called! Shouting and jumping, Annie ran up to the front, excited to receive her gift card, but then realized she had left her purse in the restroom. She ran back to the restroom only to find a cat living in her purse! The cat turned into a ghost. He flew past Barnes & Noble and went to Panchero’s and had a nice ghoulish Mexican lunch. Afterwards, he shopped at Bed, Bath & Beyond, and he spied an eerie sight, a cute ghost soap. Furthermore, the ghost bought the soap, and it turned him into a cat again.

During this time, Annie had been in a trance. Her cat came running back…tripping the witch who broke both arms. “Oh, woe is me,” the witch lamented. “Now I can’t hold onto my magic broom!!” She hitched a ride on the back of the Big Bad Wolf to the gingerbread house where she used her one tooth (a Blue Tooth) to call the local witch doctor. And he prescribed a heavy dose of sedatives in the form of chamomile tea, an herbal beverage that made the witch feel decidedly mellow and unwitchy. With mellow thoughts on her mind, she decided to become a hippie. The tree-hugging ex-witch cast a spell on her cat so he would turn into a prince. She kissed the prince. He didn’t like it; he said he could taste peanut butter.
Blue Tooth Sequel

I ask you, what happened to the witch with a single Blue Tooth? And her broom…I hope it didn’t catch fire! I cannot understand the previous sentence, but here is the real story. Once upon a time, there was a witch with bad hair and teeth and a dysfunctional broom. Every time she tried to vroom, all she could do was…SCREAM! (insert mwa ha ha). When she screamed, people were horrified by her bad teeth…They were so scared that they ran right into the haunted castle…The people ran through the castle, screaming, which disturbed the ghosts, who began to moan and groan. “Love Shack” began playing. People started dancing as her figure became apparent.

Zombies Invade Madonna

It was a dark and stormy day at Madonna University, and all around…were zombies! Luckily, Marvin had been anticipating the Zombie Apocalypse, and he pulled out his chainsaw. His chainsaw, however, had undergone extensive anger management training, and was disinclined to be used in this violent manner.

Marvin ran as fast as he could to get away from the zombies, but they were all around him. He had nowhere to run. So he pulled out his iPod and started playing Michael Jackson’s “Thriller.” As Marvin started grooving to the tunes, he failed to notice one of the undead creeping up behind him. With his iPod turned up to 11, Marvin did not hear the low, gurgling moans and the soft shuffling of a nearly severed foot on the pavement.

Something unfortunate might have happened at this point—but it didn’t. The zombie to whom the nearly severed foot belonged began to groove on the music. He started, awkwardly and tentatively, to dance. Soon, other zombies, noticing the fun, began to join the dance. Before the song was over, a passer-by could observe a whole herd of zombies dancing to “Thriller.”

Thinking fast while the zombies were distracted, Marvin jumped into his car and drove to the store, where be bought some ground round that he hoped to trick the zombies into thinking they were brains. However, the zombies were more focused on chocolate toes. Chocolate toes were delicious, but the zombies still loved brains. When they finished eating brains, they left and went to the graveyard to visit their friends.

“Yikes…who ate the chocolate toe jams? They were supposed to be for dessert,” exclaimed a surprise visitor. It was Oprah, giving away her favorite Halloween prizes!
Zombie Allergies

Frances thought she had everything under control until…the ghost went into the forest…then the zombie followed until its allergies led to a convulsive sneezing fit. It was so embarrassing! So the nice ghost, named Casper, brought the zombie a tissue. But it started to rain tissues, like a miracle! And finally, the zombie had a clean tissue, but there was one problem…the tissue exploded. He needed new ones, but where could he get them? Casper must follow the yellow brick road to get more tissue. So he decided to find the nearest drug store so he could buy some more, but once he got there, he chose to spend all his money on lottery tickets.
Invasion of the Goblins

It wasn’t until the army of goblins came crashing through the front door that we realized we had made a terrible, terrible mistake…We should never have let this happen! But how were we to know that these creatures were a so-called “free gift” for everyone who had ordered jewelry that week from the QVC channel? So Peggy Bundy came and brought all the jewelry. As we went around to pass out everyone’s order, we realized we had all the wrong jewelry! What a disaster!

We called QVC in a frenzy, but they told us…nothing because the goblins had overthrown the QVC channel and named it…after the head goblin’s favorite sports team, which was? The Gryfindor Quidditch team. Then the goblins went to Gringotts and ate all the Hobbits. Luckily, the goblins’ reign of taking over channels and eating Hobbits was finally stopped by…
Professor Creature

It was a dark and stormy night…except that is such an overdone way to start a story. Really, it was a beautiful, sunny, sinister day when…the freshman discovered her professor wasn’t human. He mostly looked human, talked human, acted human…but there was a fetid, swampy smell every time he walked into the classroom.

We had to call 911 at 9:45 a.m…because the telephone pole was on fire…When the fire finally went out, the fire department showed up. But they forgot their hose. Now, you may be wondering why the fire department had to be called while we were in class, but when I tell you just what the professor was (other than not human), you’ll understand…He was a vile creature. Are you sure you want to know? Not really!!

Little did we know, his nose protruded from his eyes when there was a fire nearby…then unexpectedly, he was unable to see a thing and fell into a hole. How did he get out? He didn’t; he dug deeper into the hole until he reached…the other side of the world…Peoria, IL. He was greatly surprised that he dug to a different part of the world.

After that, the magma from the center of the earth gushed from the hole he had dug. More fire departments! This horrible accident led to the unmasking of Swamp Man, a/k/a Professor X.
The Encroachment of the Deadly Bronchiactesis

Once upon a time, in a beautiful land far, far away, a bloodthirsty assassin woke up and decided to…stalk a virtuous and kind queen who was loved by the masses, despite her freakishly…large, red nose, which would grow as she told lies…She told the assassin she loved him, knowing her nose would grow, but…the evil assassin was also secretly in love with the virtuous queen—that was why he was stalking her so much.

The evil assassin turned out to be a medical doctor, and he diagnosed the allergies that had resulted in her freakishly large, red nose. She was allergic to masses of people, so she had to move to…Canada, where she contracted bronchiactesis! This is not to be confused with bronchitis. Bronchiactesis is a necrotic infection of the lungs, which causes thick, green sputum. The queen was an unlucky woman. Anyway, I digress.

Lucky for the queen, the necrotic inflection only ate away her…right ear, which was fortunate for her because she had just lost one of her favorite earrings.
Elevator Spirits

Madonna students had heard the dorm was haunted, but they never believed it until…the fire alarm went off at 4:30 a.m., sending everyone out into the cold and rainy night. In the freezing parking lot, Daisy shivered, trying to tell her disbelieving friends that the elevator spirits were to blame for the fire drill.

“Have you forgotten to take your psychotropic meds?” asked Daisy’s roommate, her eyebrows knit with genuine concern.

Driving is not my thing during the cold, freezing winter from home to Madonna (40 minutes). So I call that COLD (as in that’s harsh—“cold”—mooaan) TRAVELING. So, the next day I drove to the dorm. It was hard because driving isn’t my thing, but I made it. I was scared to walk inside because rumors of elevator spirits took hold of the campus. I brought some of my friends inside of the elevator, and suddenly, the lights went out…

I heard a voice say, “What would happen if the cables snapped?” And then…they did! Much to our relief, we were already in the basement, so the snapping cables were slightly anti-climactic. Then there was an electric charge pulsating through the cables…like a tell-tale heart. The electric charge shorted out the controls, making the elevator door open, revealing the dark basement, and towards the door came…the firefighters, clad in heavy gear and fire hoses aimed straight at the hapless students.

 The Otherworldly Lure of Buttons

On the spooky, gloomy Monday morning that I decided to take a walk outside in the woods, the haunted woods of Livonia, I came across something horrific—something evil—something deadly. It was a…JoAnn Fabrics coupon for 50% off my total purchase. Oh, my aching checking account! I was so scared I couldn’t control this purchasing power! What to do and buy? Run screaming to my Frankendaddy?

So onward I went, to a place unknown to the common teenager, JoAnn Fabrics. It is not funny to be so very overwhelmed that you pass out like I did! When I came to my senses—such as they were—I felt strangely drawn to the button section. That’s because a button was missing on my shirt. I put on a tee shirt and tore the other into rags.

But it was to no avail. That coupon was still in the pocket of my jeans, and I was powerless to destroy the haunted paper. And out popped the grape pop monster. I love being friends with him. And when I checked my coupon, alas, it had expired. Oh, woe is me!

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Moon by Cory Taylor

The moon,
Dusty white and full of possibilities.

It serves as a worldly connector.
Never changing.

Its light dances on waves.
It shines on spotlights on midnight strolls.

Rocks and craters cover the surface;
Promises for the future embody the core.

As epithet to the meaning of love.
Perpetual and sweet.

The moon
sings a song known by all.

My Infinite Promises by Annie Rossow

When life has got you nailed to the ground,
You have someone you can wrap your arms around
When life pierces you and steals your hope,
I'll be here to hold you while you cope

When life steals and takes everything away,
I'll fight for you and keep monsters at bay.
When life knocks you down over and takes your breath,
You have someone there when nothing is left.

When life leaves you feeling empty and weak,
I'll be here when times are hopeless and bleak.
When life takes and takes, giving nothing in return,
I'll walk with you through fires and heal their burn.

The House That Forgot Us by Frances E. FitzGerald

The house we moved out
of in 1964
doesn’t remember
us. It doesn’t remember the wallpaper in the dining
room, the stove sitting where the fridge
used to be, the downstairs bathroom
tub where Aunt Betty dunked me
after I screamed my
defiance at getting the
shampoo rinsed out of
my hair.

The pantry doesn’t remember when
I cornered Mom one
December, demanding, Is there a
Santa Claus? and not hearing
what I wanted
to hear: Of
course there’s a Santa
Claus, no matter
what your sisters
tell you.

The house doesn’t
remember the ratty
beige carpet downstairs
where we built our
doll town, or the trays
and chemicals Dad used as he
developed his photos in the downstairs
bedroom. It doesn’t
remember the overstuffed
chair (on the front-porch side of the
living room) that
Teresa and I squeezed in

The upstairs hallway doesn’t
remember Mom and Bill and I pulling
nails out of the carpet in
November of 1963, then hearing on
the radio that John F.
Kennedy was shot. Mom
 made us say Hail Marys. The
house doesn’t
remember our Hail Marys.

We remember
the house in our every pore. But
 now its green siding is
off, and gleaming, naked wood
floors breathe freely again, and
walls are vibrant blues and
pale yellows. It is as though
we never lived
there, even though our
old house has never
moved out of us.

Belle Isle by Joseph Smedo

Chicago Spring by Marian Woyciehowicz Gonsior

In My Michigan (The unofficial song of the Great State of Michigan) by Chris Migliore

In Michigan, My Michigan,
There’s Great Lakes and forest trees,
The robin sets down to rest.

Among the beauty is white pine,
Their glory Spring of life,
The sun melts through them all.

Between Isle Royale and Petoskey,
The brook trout, brings us new life
The apple blossoms bloom down below.

If you seek a peasant place,
If you seek a pleasant place,
Look, look, look… about you.

This poem is a song written in 2007 to honor the great state of Michigan. Though I appreciate our current unofficial song Michigan My Michigan, I wanted to write a more pleasurable song.

Copyright 2007 @ Chris J.P. Migliore

Back of Sign at Greentown Casino by Joseph Smedo

No Fear by Chris Migliore

Once upon a time—
In a house, so long ago…
             On a cold wintry night-- When all was drear.
                 There was joy, laughter, Love,
                             … and no fear,
       for my Mother—
     was there—
   for me.

  She prepared the food,
                                            For all to enjoy.
              All the trimmings to make it a special time.
                                            Out of this came memories of love for us all...
                              The memories to last the life through.

The music was played,
                                           We talked of old…
            The relatives came from long far way.
                                                   They enjoyed my mother’s
                             Warmth and care.
     They left,
    No fear.

It seems that’s long ago, But not more than an hour.
The warmth I feel will last a whole life through.

Once upon a time—
In a house, I imagine near…
             On a spring-like day—Now all seems bright!
                 There is joy, laughter, Love,
                             … and no fear,
       for my Mother—
     is there—
   for me!

This poem was started the week I returned to St. Scholastica School after my mother’s death in the Winter, 1999. As I was thinking in the car on the way to school, I jotted down some words of what my mother meant to me over the years. When I arrived at school, I sat down at my computer and finished it off.

Copyright 2007 @ Chris J.P. Migliore

Michigan Fall by Marian Woyciehowicz Gonsior

O Lady by Chris Migliore

O Lady
O lady
How has your Grace
been lost?
America tears
In your presence.

The weary are lost
In bondage under freedom.
For joy it once felt,
Is held bound
By greed and power.

In America,
The dignity and hope in ecstasy,
Sought by our ancestors,
Has faded,
Faded into desperate cries
For her descendents.

Graceful Lady of our nation,
Your face saddens
At our complacent fate.
Of faceless
Thoughtless powers,
Who disrupt our ways.

For those who slice up
Our forefather’s intentions,
Lawlessly into pieces.
They would not recognize
Our Lady’s thoughtful prayer.

Your beauty,
Body and Heart,
Has been regenerated now.
Restored is your Grace and dignity?

May this be an example of renewed hope
That all may again be granted
Hope for a better life,
An exciting tomorrow
Every tomorrow of our lives.

To my first visit to New York City Thursday July 28, 1991. To this statue and the restoration of her body and soul, I dedicated this poem.

Copyright 2007 @ Chris J.P. Migliore

Aegen, Aegen by Chris Migliore

Aagen, Aagen,
Has a reason-
Two heads are better than one.
Keep one in light you see,
In frontal unity,
To keep hidden all chaos.

But, for the another you see,
Has seen “hardly any light.”
Carefully hidden away
Until that desperate and hounding hour.
As Aagen keeps it hidden-
It’s deep like the sea
On one stormy night or more.

As morning’s stormy serenity can build into chaos again.
So does Aagen and his two heads.
And, so we see his other “dawn’s early light”
Now, Aagen brings chaos-
Not just for another perilous day,
And not just beyond tomorrow,
But one that will dismally shine perpetually for years.

Written in 1984, in response to President Reagan and his  way of switching sides so quickly on any issue, very much as playing a part, like he use to do in the movies. He would show the bad truth only when he was totally out of untruths.

Copyright 2007 @ Chris J.P. Migliore

The Worst Day Ever by Chelsea Jenkins

I couldn’t believe I let her trick me into this. How did I not see it coming? Mom would NEVER pull me out of school to go shopping. Heck, I’m not even sure she would pull me out of school if I called her on my death bed. But silly me was so excited that I didn’t even notice we’d passed the mall until we were about five minutes from our real destination, the one that I should have remembered was scheduled for that day. After all, I’m thirteen years old now. Aren’t I supposed be smarter than that?  Apparently not, because there we were, pulling into the parking lot of Dr. Chu’s Dentist/Orthodontist office.

We walked into the building, and immediately I was freezing. Of course they weren’t ready to see me yet, so Mom signed us in and it was off to the waiting room we went. Everything about the room screamed “old.” The chairs I might see in my Nana’s old picture; the magazines from 2001. Even the fish looked to be on their last days. There wasn’t a living plant in the room.  Somewhere, a fly was buzzing. Another mother was trying and failing to soothe her crying toddler. “I feel ya, buddy,” I thought as she struggled to calm him down. I almost felt like crying, too, but of course I didn’t.

Sunlight was streaming in through the window. I thought that since there was no way I was going back to school after such a catastrophic event, I’d spend the rest of the afternoon outside. I focused on that thought for a little while, until I pictured myself smiling at someone on the street and blinding them with the glare from all the new metal in my mouth. Maybe I’ll read a book instead.

I didn’t realize that the little boy had stopped crying until he started again; his mother had taken the button he had found on the floor, and he was screaming even louder than before. Just as I was starting to get a headache, a door opened and a lady with a clipboard called my name. I gave Mom one last, pleading look, which she ignored. Sighing heavily, I stood and walked slowly toward the doctor. I followed the lady down a hallway and into a room with no windows. “Dr. Chu will be right with you,” she said. “Just have a seat.”

I took a look at the chair she motioned to, and decided there was no way I’d be sitting in that. It looked like something used to torture prisoners in medieval times. I was trying to decide whether or not to book it, when all of a sudden Dr. Chu walked through the door. She flashed a perfect, straight-toothed smile and, for the second time in five minutes, I was told to have a seat. I reluctantly obliged, and Dr. Chu tied a cloth around my neck. “Here we go,” I thought, as she reached into a drawer.

When Dr. Chu turned towards me again, she had a small, plastic object in her hand. She brought it towards me and I closed my eyes. It was bad enough that I had to be there at all; I certainly wouldn’t be watching any of it. However, I was surprised to find that, though it wasn’t exactly comfortable, nothing hurt too badly. What really hurt was the horrible train of thoughts running through my head as Dr. Chu worked. Each bracket brought a new, repulsive thought. Braces are so ugly. I’m going to look disgusting. What boy wants to kiss a girl with braces? There goes my social life. I was starting to feel like that toddler in the waiting room, when Dr. Chu leaned back and smiled at me. “All done!” she exclaimed brightly. “Want to see?”  I shook my head vigorously and quickly clamped my mouth shut. I was doing everything I could to hold back tears, and I just knew that seeing the damage would push me over the edge. Dr. Chu didn’t seem to sense that my whole world was falling apart, because she was still grinning widely when she said, “Okay, then! Let’s go find your mom!” 

I rose from the chair and exited the room much more quickly than I entered. I couldn’t wait to get out of there. Mom was waiting where I left her, talking to another doctor about all the new rules that came along with my braces. No gum, popcorn, hard candies. No friends, boys, or any other fun times. She smiled when she saw me. She’ll be lucky if I ever smile at her again, I thought.

“Let’s see!” Mom said. I crossed my arms and looked out the window. “Oh, come on! I’m sure they look great!” I gave her one furious look before turning and stomping out to the car.
I pulled on the handle, but the door was locked, and I regretted coming outside. It was terribly hot, and who knew how much longer Mom would be inside. But there was no turning back now, so I took a seat on the curb. I waited about five minutes before I saw her come outside. I expected her to be mad about me storming off, but she said nothing. Probably thought she put me through enough that day. We got in the car and I was fully prepared to give her the silent treatment all the way home when she said, “ready to go back to school?” I was so shocked that I just stared at her. How could she possibly expect me to go back to school? Nothing could be more humiliating! 

“You can’t be serious,” I said, and though she said she was, I didn’t think she really meant it until we were in the school parking lot. I got out, slammed the door, and marched up to the school, trying to prepare myself for the end of any and all friendships I possessed.

It was passing time, and I moved slowly towards the spot where my friend and I gather after fifth period, hoping they might have all gone to class by the time I got there. But no, there they were, chatting away, blissfully unaware that it was the worst day of my life. I could hear the cruel names in my head already. Metal mouth, brace face, tinsel teeth. One spotted me, and a few called out my name. I waved but didn’t open my mouth. Questions were thrown at me from left and right: “How was shopping?” “What’d you get? Anything good?”  I shook my head but that wasn’t enough. Here we go, I thought for the second time that day, and I bared my teeth. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the insults, but they didn’t come. In their place were a lot of squeals and smiles and OMG’s. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! I look great, they said. So cute. They loved it. I didn’t understand, so I hurried to the bathroom and smiled at my reflection. I could hardly believe it, but I actually looked okay!  In fact, I didn’t look bad at all! 

Thinking about it, I knew tons of people with braces, and I never thought any of them looked bad. What was I even worried about? I went back to my friends and smiled more fervently, and we talked until the warning bell rang. I got more praise in sixth and seventh periods and, by the time I was on the bus, the unhappiness I had felt that morning had evaporated. I remembered Mom and my attitude towards her with a pang of guilt, and I couldn’t wait to get home and smile at her.

An Unusual Time Traveler by Gregory Sage

I was just given a time travel ticket by my cousin, Gina, for my birthday. It was at a local museum, and something I had not heard of before. Time travel wasn’t supposed to be possible. I was not sure how I felt about the idea, but eventually I decided to call in and make my reservation. I drove to my destination in Detroit alone on a day when I had nothing to do, and took my time walking in. Once inside the vintage-looking building, I strolled past a smiling attendant and gave her the white ticket. She pointed me in the right direction, and I began walking to room 17.

Upon entering the grand exhibit, I was amazed and taken back by all the scenery. To my left were displays of realistic-looking dinosaur models and forests of the greenest and richest variety. Straight ahead were former presidents and past events, kingdoms and wars, from China to Europe to the United States. To my right was the unknown future. Glittering and enchanting as it was, it was vague. It looked almost like the culture of the 1800s, with people dressed in old-fashioned hats and scarves and long-sleeved coats, but the architecture and technology were much more advanced.

The tour guide, dressed in Italian-looking black suit and tie, took me to the little square booth and opened the door for me. I stepped inside, a little wary at first.

“It’s going to be just as if you were really there. You will interact both verbally and physically with the people you meet, and feel the same as if you had experienced the event firsthand,” he instructed. “Now, where would you like to go?”

“To the moon,” I replied, half-jokingly. I paused. “How about to see the Gettysburg Address?”

“Have fun!” he said, “I’ll see you in about 15 minutes.”

He shut the door, and I stared at what looked like a blank screen in front of me. The room was so dark I could feel it. I heard the man push a few buttons, which sounded really more like short beeps to me. Then the machine I was in roared loudly and jolted me, which scared me to death, to say the least. It felt like I was traveling at the speed of light, and the brilliance not only blinded me, but the speed gave me a headache, too. After what seemed like an eternity, the machine stopped in the middle of a field of grass. I felt the wind blowing and thought aloud, “I’m not supposed to be feeling wind! It’s a video. I didn’t bring my jacket.”

A man bumped me. He was walking briskly as if he was running late to catch something. I looked to the right of the field and saw a significant gathering of people. They looked a bit somber and focused, and I ran towards them. A bearded man with wavy black hair with a hint of grey was walking to the podium. He lowered his head for a moment, and it looked like he whispered a prayer to himself. He reached the oak platform and held the sides of it while gazing down at something. Then he uttered one of the most famous declarations in American history, starting with, “Fourscore and seven years ago.” The people held their breath. In his humble speech, he referred to the creation of a nation in which we live, where all men had liberty and justice given to them by their Creator. He added that it was not the words that were spoken today, but those who had just lost their lives who would be remembered – words that I knew not to be true. He noted the consecration of the ground on which we stood by the men who gave their lives to further the cause of freedom. It was by their great sacrifice that a nation so great would not perish from the earth.

The people clapped to show their agreement and support. Little did they know the extent of the words their president had just spoken. I ran up to the podium in haste, grinning from ear to ear. “Mr. President, Mr. President! I’m a fan of yours!”

He turned and looked at me and smiled, a little perplexed. He spoke with his deep, rugged, southern accent. “A fan?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

“I’m a…supporter of yours,” I said, stumbling for words. “You’re a great man!”

“Well, thank you, my boy,” he responded. “But it is the duty of every citizen to do what God has entrusted them with humility and gratitude, praying much for providential help. No one person is above another. We all must face our responsibilities bravely and not shirk from them. Where might you be from? I do not recognize your attire.”

“Oh, I’m from Michigan!”

“Michigan?!” he said. “That is quite a young state in our great Union.”

“Yes! I’ve lived here for quite some time.”

“Really? That is news to me! I have only traveled there but once for a meeting with the heads of the state.”

“Come visit us sometime!” I suggested.

“I will! I best be going now. Godspeed to you and thank you for your support in our endeavors!”

“Bye Mr. President!”

I waved as he went to his carriage and put his hat on, the very same tall, black hat that I had seen him depicted in so many times before. I stared as he got further and further away, wondering what he would do next, but realizing I’d have to read my history books to know that.

The machine jolted me back through time and came to a screeching halt. “Ohhhh,” I said, a little queasy. The man opened the door and smiled.

“How was it?”

“Unusual,” I responded, a little out of it. “Try making the equipment not jerk you so hard. I feel a bit sick.”

“We’ll take that into consideration,” he said.

I walked to my car, unsure what to think. I had just talked with one of the most influential people in history. Was my reaction normal? Would I ever come back and do something like this again? To this day I haven’t gone back, but I might. Losing that fear and facing an unknown reality is all it takes.

The Pumpkin Ghost by Yvonne White

David, a shepherd, met a woman named Sheila, a beautiful maiden, at a masquerade party. David was in love with Sheila and she was also in love with him. They got married on the 31st of October, one year later. During their honeymoon, Sheila told David that she was allergic to pumpkins, that he must not buy or bring any to the hostel. However, David thought she was kidding and still bought pumpkins despite her protest.

David came back with the pumpkins and when Sheila saw them, she sneezed several times and died. Another year later, it was Halloween. David remembered the happy moments he had with Sheila. David sighed for he missed his beloved wife. All of a sudden, Sheila’s ghost appeared in the form of a pumpkin.

“Do you miss me, dear David?”  asked Sheila, the pumpkin ghost who was now very scary. “I told you I was allergic to pumpkins, but you would not listen. Now you will pay the consequences!”

“Please, my dear love, have mercy; I thought you were joking,” pleaded David.

But it was too late. Sheila cast a spell on him by turning him into a lifeless pumpkin. Sheila transformed into her human form and ate the pumpkin, her husband, before turning back into a pumpkin ghost. Sheila then disappeared into thin air.

Remember the Unicorn by Brooke Fox

A tree cut down for Christmas,
From whence a child once cried,
“Daddy, I want that one!”
The father, “Timber!” cried.

“Hush my lamb, we’ll put it in the corner,
So it may shine its light,
On all of those who cut it down
And there will be a sight.”

And in the night, silenced to the children,
Decorations in their right,
They howled their injustice,
Against this horrid plight.

Said they, “We will not live this life
This thirsty cup of vapor.”
Said they, “We want some water,
For ‘tis life’s wondrous giver.”

And lo an angel, sitting nigh awoke,
Upon them she looked down,
Said gently, “I think I have an answer,
life’s refurbished whence it drowned.

“Scrumptious canes of candy,
White and silver will I paint you,
Into a feast for the eye’s longings,
Rekindled traits of pleasure.

“On my creature, lovely tinsel,
Will I mold you together surely,
Rearrange your initial painting,
Into one purposeful and inspiring.

“You, yon gingerbread men,
Who pine for another chance,
You will have a united body,
A life eye pleasing and not sustenance.

“Poor orbs that are long forgotten,
Who look on the world a dither,
You will no longer see in meekness,
heart and soul of my greatest efforts.

“For the little ones not mentioned,
Here will you stay gladly,
For you are not wronged by those who love you,
But molded gently by a child’s teasings.”

These sayings being finished,
Those who were signaled arose,
Unbeknownst by those who had used them,
Transformed by an angel’s prose.

Twisted horn bereft of red,
Silver trickles now haughty mane,
A body of life and not a mere giver,
Eyes that once looked upon ghostly plane.

Glancing out her window,
A small girl cried in delight,
And rather, "Daddy, I want that one!”
It was a cry completely divine.

For a unicorn is of the purest creatures,
So magical many souls cannot tell,
The new life it will give a child,
Regenerator of death whispers unfurled.
The unicorn, the world’s great treasure, should never go unnoticed,
For its goblet is always full of life so thus,
Remember the unicorn.