🎃✨🌙🧹🐈‍⬛ 🎃 Counting Bristles 🎃🐈‍⬛🧹🌙✨🎃

The stars were beginning their nightly show, and Izzy counted them as they arrived; a dim one winking to life … More

☁️📝☁️ The Boohoohooing of the Poet ☁️📝☁️

High in his tower, the poet stood by the window. The sky was grey. There would be no stars tonight. … More

Polly could not sleep. She was exhausted, her eyelids were heavy, her little body was full of yawns. Sleep just … More

The large pumpkin-headed man showed off his new black shirt and green trousers to his yellow gourd-headed friend. The shirt … More

There were pumpkin babies wiggling in their nest of vines, in their September fields, in the harvest afternoon. ‘Hey, Petey,’ … More

The doors of the royal chamber creaked open and out rolled the crown of the king. The bedazzled coronet came … More

It was a warm winter here; the green grasses and red cliffs poured across the land to the sun in … More

Night was encroaching. Lulu knew she was getting closer to the cottage as the celebratory singing and harmonizing became louder … More

‘Oh, I’m at home in these woods,’ she sang, twirling through the last leaf greens, the new yellows, the old … More

The early morning stirs its way into the dawn’s dark sky. And the evening moon, which became the night moon, … More