I stopped by your house the other day. I knocked on the door and when you didn't answer, I let myself in. I stayed for a while, looking around and hoping you would show up soon because I really needed to talk to you. You see, I've been having some problems in my life, and it has me feeling sad and confused. I don't know who else to turn to.
Anyway, as I was looking around, I noticed a big crack in the wall. I was worried at first, but then I realized it was suppose to be that way. You always did have a strange and wonderful way of decorating. For some odd reason, the crack reminded me of a pair of huge hands with the fingers just far enough apart to slip a note into. So I thought I'd jot down a few of the problems I'd been having, hoping you could help me out a bit when you had some spare time. I know how busy you are, but it would only take a few minutes, and it would really mean a lot to me.
As I was writing the problems down, the weight of them hit me pretty hard. I had to lean on the wall for support, I'm not sure, but I may have gotten a tear stain or two on it. I had to stay there for a minute, trying to get my strength back to finish the letter. After it was done, I slipped it into the crack in the wall. It seem to hold it so gently, as though it understood what the letter contained. I hung around for a while after that, wondering where you could be. I figured you might be out on some really important mission, and after I thought about it, I started feeling much better. I went ahead and took off, but I left the note because even though I was feeling better, I still needed your guidance.
When the sun came up the next day I felt like a new person. The sun was brighter, the sky was bluer and the trees greener. I had to smile. And as I went about my daily activities, I noticed that all the problems I had come to you with seemed to be working them-selves out. Then, as I was sitting back relaxing at the end of the day, it hit me. You had been there all along! Thank You for the undying love you have given me, even during the times I've turned you away.
-Rumple
Note: There's a little place off 160 between LV and Parump NV called Cathedral Canyon,( I don't know if it's still there or not, last I heard, it was closed due to lack of funding but I can only hope that the people who know the place will keep it up). It has changed my life forever. And I think anyone that has been there would say the same. I wrote this prayer with the intentions of leaving it there, but things happen and life moves on and needless to say, it never happened. (Not that the prayer was not answered just the same). So I'm leaving it here knowing that those of you who have visited the Canyon will understand and may even be a little inspired.
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12/02/02
In June this year, my friend's son and all the primary school aged kids in the UK were asked to submit a short story, as part of their creative writing lessons, into a competition to encourage children to read, write and to enjoy literature. Be-cause his story expressed the best imagination, perception and use of language, it was picked to be published in a book!
We are all very proud of him!
-CE, RT
The Graveyard Mystery
It all started when Lucy took her dog out for a walk through the dimly lit graveyard. She opened the squeaky gate and gingerly walked in. She immediately felt a cold draft of air that seemed to go through her. Lucy thought of the stories that she had heard of ghost.
Suddenly, she fell forward into a deep hole (which had been dug ready for a coffin.) Lucy looked up and gasped as a figure in a long cloak with horns coming from his head looked down. He started filling in the hole with earth and Lucy started to scream, "No, please don't bury me alive!"
"Sorry, I have to," apologised the demon.
After he had buried Lucy, he returned to the abandoned house to report to his master.
Meanwhile, Lucy's parents were getting worried and phoned the police. A search was begun and the police heard Lucy's dog barking wildly and pawing at the earth. Lucy had started to suffocate and choke on the earth. Her parents held her in their arms as she started to pass away. The paramedics said they were sorry, there was nothing they could do. The police found no evidence and Lucy's death is still a complete mystery!
-J.E. (age 9)
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