• This is something I made a couple weeks back:


    I want a Popsicle. A juicy, red Popsicle that will stain my shirt and die my lips an apple red. Then with the stick I will make a Fairy. I shall call her My Popsicle Fairy. She will watch over me as I sleep, and care for me when I’m awake. Then the next day, I will eat another Popsicle. But this one will be yellow. Along will come another Fairy. But this Fairy will be full of laughter. Engraved into her side, will be a joke. I will call her, My Humor Fairy. I will laugh and play with her until the day is over, and then she will disappear. And My Popsicle Fairy will come back, and watch me as I sleep. The next day, I will again want a Popsicle. But this time, she is orange. Her taste will make my lips feel light, and her color will make me feel alive. I will call her, My Sun Fairy. She will watch me from the sky in the day, but at nights she will disappear behind the mountains. That night, I will have a purple Popsicle. Along will come My Moon Fairy. She will watch the outdoors to make sure I am safe. And then I will go to sleep, and My Popsicle Fairy will come back and watch me. The next day, all my Fairy friends will join together, and we will celebrate with Popsicles. Red Popsicles. But My Popsicle Fairy will not attend this party. She will be off dancing with the stars. Then, when the stars start to shine on earth, she will come back, and watch me sleep. I may never see her, but forever she will be,
    My Popsicle Fairy.