Chelsea - Short Story WIPCHELSEA AND THE RENEGADE SHAPE-SHIFTER
BONNIE WATSONCOPYRIGHT © 2009The morn was as bright as any other day for the sky homes in Sundire. High above the clouds they collected like giant lilly pads of independent villages, attached from below to keep from floating off. As twelve-year-old Chelsea Williams trotted outside, she wondered how far down they went, especially when a piece of paper swept away from her grasp and was lost over the edge. How many others were there, she pondered, collected over time in a place where no other could venture? That was, unless you had a shape-shifter, which Chelsea did not at the moment. Instead, she waited patiently with her pad of paper settled on her lap, pencil in hand, and began to draw.It was half past noon by the time the carrier arrived, late as usual. Chelsea pocketed her pencil and rose when the great winged beast carrying the latest letters of importance to her village appeared in the distance. A spe
Between Fun and WorkThe fun only ends when you have to please others.That's called work...
When Things Go WrongWhen Things Go WrongBy Bonnie WatsonDon't you hate it when things go wrong,Or get out of hand because you're not strong?Don't you hate it when two people meet,One says hi while the other doesn't speak?Don't you hate it when work is a wreck,Your boss is a creep; you just wanna' wring his neck?Don't you hate it when writer's block hits,You can't think of a thing except boring bits?Or don't you hate it when your artwork is critiqued,Your baby is slammed to the highest of mock peeks?Don't you hate it when the weather changes,You can't go outside because of forecast phazes?And why does everything suddenly have to be Green,When it's all about they money and there's really no progress to be seen?Why does the president believe we're not a Christian nation,Just because other religions are here you think this is a vacation?If the founding Fathers knew what we were up to,I'll bet you anything they'd say, "Yep, we're screwed!"