Stories by Sherry


Children Stories:
Hopper Saves the Forest
The Wizard of Selena Island
Where Are Wini's Feelers

Young Adult:
Hybrid (The Egg Harvest)


Friday, December 19, 2014

A Charming Christmas Story/Phoenix Flower Shop

A charming legend of how the poinsettia was born. Wishing everyone a Merry Christmas.

A charming story is told of Pepita, a poor Mexican girl who had no gift to present the Christ Child at Christmas Eve Services. As Pepita walked slowly to the chapel with her cousin Pedro, her heart was filled with sadness rather than joy. I am sure, Pepita, that even the most humble gift, if given in love, will be acceptable in His eyes," said Pedro consolingly.
Not knowing what else to do, Pepita knelt by the roadside and gathered a handful of common weeds, fashioning them into a small bouquet. Looking at the scraggly bunch of weeds, she felt more saddened and embarrassed than ever by the humbleness of her offering. She fought back a tear as she entered the small village chapel.
As she approached the altar, she remembered Pedro's kind words: "Even the most humble gift, if given in love, will be acceptable in His eyes." She felt her spirit lift as she knelt to lay the bouquet at the foot of the nativity scene. Suddenly, the bouquet of weeds burst into blooms of brilliant red, and all who saw them were certain that they had witnessed a Christmas miracle right before their eyes.
From that day on, the bright red flowers were known as the Flores de Noche Buena, or Flowers of the Holy Night, for they bloomed each year during the Christmas season and thus, the legend of the poinsettia was born.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Stories for children

Hi, everyone,

It's Christmas. A time of sharing. Since I can't buy all of you in social media land a present, I thought I would share with you three children stories I wrote. Hope you enjoy them. 

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all.



Hopper Saves the Forest

By

Sherry L. White


Early one morning, a rabbit named Hopper,
nibbled here and there
for his breakfast of willow leaves and dandelion greens.

Suddenly, a loud noise zoomed through the air.

BOOM! BANG! BOOM!

Hopper stood on his hind legs, twitched his ears, and sniffed the air.
And to his surprise what did he see?

Yellow monsters were eating up the oaks and willows
as far as he could see.

Hopper broke into a run.

“Follow me!” Hopper cried to his friends, Deer and Skunk
“Yellow monsters are coming and they’ll eat you up.”

All at once . . . Hopper lost his footing.

He tumbled and he belly flopped, until
he landed in a bluebell
and woke a sleeping fairy.

“Wake up, Little Jewell!” Hopper shouted.
“Yellow monsters are eating up the oaks and willows.”

“No, not monsters,” said Little Jewell.
“Bulldozers.”
“With magic, you can grow tall as the trees
and scare them away.”

“No, no. I’m afraid,” Hopper pleaded.
“I’m a rabbit, and rabbits scurry on the ground.”

“You must try,” explained Little Jewell.
“If our forest is gone, we’ll
have no food and no home for our sleep.”

Hopper looked at Deer and Skunk’s sad faces.
He knew he would have to try.

Little Jewell fluttered her fairy wings
and waved her magic wand. Purple fairy dust fell all around.

“Here are your magic words, Hopper,” said Little Jewell.

“Grow. Grow. Grow.
Bulldozers, go, go, go.”

Hopper said the magic words.

He grew taller . . . and taller . . . and taller.
And up through the oaks and willows he rose.
“Oh, my!” Hopper gasped. “I can see the mountain tops.”

Meanwhile, down below . . .

The bulldozers began to squeak . . . squawk . . . and sizzle.

“LOOK!” yelled voices.
“We’ve dug up a giant rabbit.
Let’s get the heck out of here before it eats us up.”

All of a sudden . . .

The forest grew angry. It rumbled and it grumbled.
And with one big gulp,
The forest gobbled all the bulldozers up.

BURP!” said the forest with delight.

Little Jewell fluttered her fairy wings
and waved her magic wand. Purple fairy dust fell all around.

“Here are your magic words, Hopper,” said Little Jewell.

“Small. Small. Small.
And down to the ground I fall.”

Hopper said the magic words.

Hopper grew smaller . . . and smaller . . . and smaller. 

“Oh, my!” Hopper gasped. “I did it.”

“You’re one brave rabbit,” Little Jewell said with joy.
“I now crown you, King Hopper of the forest.

With a very big smile, Hopper scurried beneath the
oaks and willows, and nibbled here and there
for his breakfast of willow leaves and dandelion weeds.



Where Are Wini’s Feelers?

By

  Sherry L. White


In the garden, Wini the Ant wakes.
With speed, she leaps to her feet
 for her breakfast of leaves, peas, and beans.

But something was wrong, indeed.

“Oh dear!” Wini cried. “Where are my feelers?
How will I feel? How will I smell? How will I taste?”

“Butterfly, Butterfly, have you seen my feelers?” Wini asked.

“No, not I,” replied Butterfly.
“Yellow pebbles fell on me this morning.
Now, I can’t flutter my wings.”

“Stink Bug, Stink Bug, have you seen my feelers?”

“No, not I,” replied Stink Bug.
“Yellow pebbles fell on me this morning.
Now, I can’t let a stink.”

“Grasshopper, Grasshopper, have you seen my feelers?”

“No, not I,” replied Grasshopper.
“Yellow pebbles fell on me this morning.
Now, I can’t chew a leaf.”

Wini sighed.
“What are yellow pebbles?”

“They’re call pesticides,” answered Worm.
“They’re sprinkled on the garden each spring.
And sadly, we get very, very sick.”

Wini hung her head. “That’s a sad, sad story,” she said.

Suddenly, Wini spotted two sticks.
She scooped them up and stuck them on top of her head.

“Good idea,” Worm said. “Give it a try.

Wini pushed, twisted, and shoved the sticks onto her head.
But the sticks would not stick.

“Try harder,” Worm said.

Wini pushed, twisted, and shoved the sticks, again.
But still, the sticks would not stick.

Discouraged with her efforts, a tear trickled down her cheek.
“I can’t be an ant without my feelers,” she said.

“Don’t give up,” Worm said.
“I’ll help you look.”

Then . . . something wiggled on top of Wini’s head.
And guess what it was?

It was her . . . FEELERS.

Wini gasped with joy.
“My feelers have been on top of my head all this time?”

With a big belly laugh, Wini slapped her knees.
“How silly of me,” she said.
“I never thought to look on top of my head.”

While Wini slept, the yellow pebbles had settled on her feelers.
They were so sick that they curled up and went to sleep.

Wini brushed the yellow pebbles off her feelers and pulled them up.
“Well, if I ever lose anything again,
I’ll do a better job of looking for it.”

“Don’t worry, Wini,” Worm said.
 “We all lose things from time to time.”

And off Wini dashed,
feeling, smelling, and tasting
for her breakfast of leaves, peas, and beans.


The Wizard of Selena Island

 By

 Sherry L. White

  

An old rat named Harry, gulped the last of his coconut milk. He licked his lips and wiped his whiskers clean. “Excellent breakfast,” he said. Harry rooted his butt into the warm sand, yawned, and closed his eyes. It was mid-morning and time for his nap
Atwell, a smarty-pants parrot, sat high in the coconut tree, preening his red and blue feathers. He heard Harry snoring. “Wake up, Harry,” he said. “Where’s Iris? She’s late for our race.”
Harry snorted and opened one eye. “I have no time to worry about a race with a Cobra. There’s a more serious issue that worries me.”
Atwell smirked. “Oh, yeah. What’s more serious than winning a race?”
“Like our water spring,” Harry replied. “It’s the rainy season. The spring should be running with fresh water from the mountains, but it’s not.”
Monkey Jack stuffed a banana in his mouth and smacked his lips with delight. “I’m waiting for Iris, too. “Can I race?” Monkey Jack asked. “I promise, no tricks, today.”
Atwell thought for a moment. “Okay, “but it’s my turn to start the race.”
All at once, an orange and black butterfly swooped down and landed on Harry’s nose. It was Priscilla and she was out of breath.

Pg. 2
“What’s wrong, Priscilla?” Harry asked.
“Humans have captured, Iris,” she told him. “She’s locked in a cage. The humans are searching for all of us. We’re in great danger.”
Atwell and Monkey Jack gasped with surprise.
Harry lifted Priscilla off his nose and gently sat her on the sand. “Okay, everyone, calm down,” he cautioned. “Priscilla, where did you say Iris was? And who’s searching for us?”
“Humans!” answered Priscilla. “Lot’s and lot’s of humans. They’ve landed at the northern tip of Selena Island. Palm trees and coconut trees are cut down. Trenches with silver pipes, run up and down the beach. Tall white blocks are growing out of the sand. Iris is locked in a small cage and she’s scared. She heard the humans talking. They’re building something called a zoo and they need animals to keep in cages.”
“We need a plan, Harry said. “Everyone put your brains to work. I’m sure we’ll come up with something to save Iris and Selena Island.”
Atwell fluffed up his chest feathers with confidence and flapped his wings. “I’ve got an idea.”
“Let’s hear it,” replied Harry.
“We’ll sneak up behind Iris’s cage, unlock the door, and presto, she’s free.”
Annoyed, Harry twitched his whiskers. “Atwell, you have cobwebs for brains. We can’t free Iris so easily. The humans probably have guards.”
Embarrassed, Atwell hung his head. He’d not thought about guards.

Pg. 3
Priscilla squirmed and fidgeted beside Harry. She couldn’t get Iris’s sad face out of her mind. “Harry,” she said, “I have an idea.”
“Well, I hope your idea isn’t as ridiculous as Atwell’s,” Harry answered.
Priscilla pointed toward the mountains. “Let’s find the wizard, Shimfessel. Maybe he could help free Iris and save Selena Island with his magic.”
Harry’s front paws jolted into the air. “Poppy-cock! Poppy-cock! He blurted out. “No hocus-pocus. No potions. No mumbo-jumbo.”
Priscilla stood her ground. “Yes hocus-pocus. Yes potions. Yes mumbo-jumbo,” she demanded. “Magic might be the only answer we have.”
Harry wasn’t sure about magic. “I don’t know, Priscilla. We could be courting danger by finding the wizard. No one has seen him since the shipwreck. If we do find him, he might zap us all into toads and lizards.”
Priscilla wrapped her wings around Harry. “Selena Island is our home,” she said. “We must work together. I’m sure Shimfessel will help us. Remember, Selena Island is his home, too.”
Harry sighed. “Well, you do have a point. But who will search for him?”
This would be Priscilla’s first test of courage. “I will,” she said with a brave smile. “I’m not afraid. I refuse to spend the rest of my life inside a cage.”
With two flaps of her wings, Priscilla pushed off with grace towards the mountains. “Wish me luck,” she called back.
“How exciting,” said Monkey Jack. “Finding that wizard will be an adventure for all of us, indeed.”

Pg. 4
Atwell mumbled. “An adventure? The mere thought of that wizard is enough for me. Harry, we could be meat in his soup,” Atwell added. “I’ve heard strange tales over the years about this wizard. Legend has it that flesh and bones never leave his cave.”
Harry’s eyes lifted with surprise. “Shimfessel lives in a cave?”
Atwell quickly covered his beak with his wing. “Ugh . . . well . . . maybe.”
Harry pushed into Atwell’s face. “Well, does he or doesn’t he?”
“I . . . I might have flown over it once or twice,” answered Atwell. “Not really sure.”
“If you know where Shimfessel’s cave is then you should help Priscilla,” Harry demanded.
Atwell flapped his wings. “Okay, here’s the deal. If I go, we all go.”
Monkey Jack stuffed another banana in his mouth. “We should help Priscilla,” he said. “That’s what real friends would do.”
Harry quibbled at the thought of finding Shimfessel. Memories of the shipwreck were creeping back into his mind. Long, ago, a pirate ship washed ashore. Only Harry and Shimfessel survived. Legend has it that Shimfessel disappeared into the mountains and became of wizard.
“All right, all right,” Harry said. “The longer we wait, the longer Iris is trapped inside the cage.”

Pg. 5
With a gleam of hope in his voice,” Monkey Jack danced a jig. “Let our adventure began.”
It wasn’t long before they found Priscilla sitting by the water spring. “Look,” she said, pointing to the spring. “Our drinking water is almost gone.”
“I knew it! I knew it!” Harry cried. “The humans must be draining our spring for their zoo. Harry turned to Priscilla. “Atwell thinks the wizard may live in a cave.”
 “A cave?” Priscilla snapped back. “Selena Island has two caves, Dagmar and Tobin. They’re not far up Blue Mountain. Dagmar is close. We’ll start there first. Look for three-round rocks sitting in a row. Dagmar’s entrance is right above the three rocks.”
Everyone followed Priscilla up Blue Mountain. Atwell flew ahead, scouting from the treetops.
“It wasn’t long before Atwell called out.  “I see three round rocks.”
With caution, everyone stepped to the cave’s entrance.
Atwell fanned cobwebs from his eyes. “This is spooky.”
A maze of tunnels ran in all directions. Step by step, they made their way along the cave’s dark walls.
Monkey Jack grabbed Harry’s tail. “I can’t see,” he complained. “It’s too dark. I’ve changed my mind. Let’s get out of here.”
“None of us can see,” Atwell scolded. “You wanted an adventure monkey, now you have one.


Pg. 6
Priscilla spun around. “Enough, you two,” she said. “Dagmar isn’t the wizard’s cave. No fire has burned here. It’s way too shallow and damp. We must move on.”
Halfway up Blue Mountain, Harry’s belly growled. “I’m hungry,” he said. “Let’s rest awhile and eat.”
“Good idea,” agreed Atwell.
“No!” Priscilla ordered. “With the heat raising, Iris won’t survive inside that hot cage.”
They moved on.
Tobin Cave appeared one hour later. Its entrance stood clear of spidery vines and weeds.
Harry gave his friends fair warning. “Move in slow and be alert.”
As they entered the cave, Atwell leaned forward and whispered. “By the way, Harry, were you and this Shimfessel friends before the shipwreck?”
“Friends?” questioned Harry. “A rat and a human? No way. But . . . I did find bits of cheese in my cubbyhole from time to time. Cheese was Shimfessel’s favorite snack.”
“Interesting,” replied Atwell. “Maybe this wizard will remember you and not zap us into toads.”
 As they stepped into Tobin Cave, earth smells filled their nostrils.
Monkey Jack grunted. “This is the wizard’s cave. I can feel it in my bones.”
Tobin Cave had steep cliffs. A maze of tunnels ran in all directions. A nervous silence stretched out among them as they journeyed deeper and deeper into the cave.

Pg. 7
Harry stopped and sniffed the air. A foul odor oozed into his nose. “Monkey Jack is right,” he said. “Someone or something is burning a fire.”
Suddenly, in a puff of smoke, a figure materialized in front of them. A growly voice spoke. “What creatures dare enter my chamber?”
Everyone jumped backed. They hadn’t expected to find the wizard so soon.
“Oh, gosh,” Atwell mumbled. “Let’s get out of here. This is a big mistake.”
Tattered clothes hung on the wizard’s frail and weather body. A red ring hung from his crooked nose, and a wiry beard laced his chin. It was Shimfessel all right, and he was ready for a fight.
Shimfessel spoke again. “I asked, who dare’s to enter my chamber?”
Finally, Priscilla cleared her throat and spoke.
 “Greetings, Sir Shimfessel. We come in peace. Selena Island is in trouble. Humans have invaded our island. They’ve captured our friend Iris and locked her in a cage. They plan to capture all the animals on Selena Island for their zoo. We need your help to stop them.”
The wizard thought he recognized Harry. With his beady eyes, he leaned down and stuck his crooked nose into Harry’s face. “I know you, rat. You like cheese.”
Harry’s legs quivered. He wasn’t sure what Shimfessel would do next. He squeezed in between Atwell and Monkey Jack.
“The wizard snorted. “No need to hide, rat,” he said. “You and your friends would be toads by now if I fancied.”

Pg. 8
Priscilla stepped forward. “Please help us save our friend, Iris,” she begged. “Selena Island is your home, too. We thought you would help us.”
Shimfessel said nothing. He flew back to his fire and stared into its fury of flames.  “Humans, no concern of mine,” he finally answered.
Priscilla grew angry. She stomped over to the wizard’s fire and fanned her wings high into the air. “With an attitude like that we’re all doomed to be locked inside a cage.”
The wizard stroked his beard and chuckled. This butterfly has courage, he thought. He liked her determination to stand up for what she believed in. And, she wasn’t scared of him, either. “To be so small, you’re one brave, butterfly,” he told her.
Harry sucked in a deep breath and moved toward the wizard. He was so nervous his four legs could barely hold him up. “You . . . left bits of cheese for me on the ship. I never had a chance to thank you.”
The wizard squinted his eyes. “That was a long time ago, rat. We both old, now.”
Without warning, Shimfessel stirred his fire faster, and faster, and faster, until the flames stretched to the cave’s ceiling. He snatched the red ring from his nose and flung it into the roaring fire. Black smoke swirled in circles like a tornado. Shimfessel’s ears suddenly grew into a point.
“My magic not needed,” he said. “Mother Nature will save Selena Island. My fire swirls an image of a fierce storm coming. Rumbles and shakes will rip the ground apart. Waves of the sea, will stand twenty-feet and swoop upon Selena’s shore. Trees will smash to and fro like sweeping brooms. Mother Nature knows past, present, and future. She will save the Selena Island. By morning, humans gone.”

Pg. 9
But . . . but what about our friend, Iris?” Priscilla pleaded. “She’s still locked inside the cage.”
“No harm will come her way,” the wizard answered. He lifted his bony finger and pointed it toward a large rock. “Stay behind rock until morning.”
Morning arrived with a howling blast of wind.
Everyone huddled close behind the rock.
Atwell folded his wings over his eyes. “I hope this wizard is telling the truth. If not, we’re all be toads by noon.”
Mother Nature roared and blew like no other storm the four had ever seen. Shimfessel stayed at his fire, glaring for all and any unknowns. Then, as quick as the storm arrived, it vanished. Like magic.
Tobin Cave sat silent.
Monkey Jack peered over Priscilla and whispered. “Is it over?”
Priscilla looked at the wizard. “I think so. The wizard’s ears aren’t pointed.”
Go,”  Shimfessel told them. “Free your friend.”

Halfway down Blue Mountain, Harry stopped and looked back. Shimfessel stood at the cave’s entrance. Harry lifted his paw and gave a wave. "Thanks for all your help," he shouted. "And thanks for not turning us into toads." Shimfessel had become a great wizard of magic, Harry thought.
“Come on, Harry,” Priscilla shouted. “Iris is waiting.”
“I’m coming,” Harry called out.
And off Harry, Priscilla, Atwell, and Monkey Jack ran to free their friend, Iris.


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Friday, October 3, 2014

Eat chocolate daily . . .


"Sand between my toes"


                   What I think about when I walk in the sand.

                            Appreciation of my life, family, and friends.


I also think about how long, we'll be able to walk safely along the sea shore and feel the sand between our toes. How blessed we are to live on such a beautiful planet as Earth. We must do better as caretakers to keep our oceans clean, safe, and enjoyable. 

                                      "If we can shift are thinking, we can change the world"
                  "If we can change our thinking, we can improve our world."


Have a great day,

Sherry

Friday, September 26, 2014

Eat chocolate daily . . .



"Four Paws"

He/she is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are their life and leader. Always faithful and true to the last beat of their heart. You owe it to them to be worthy of such love and devotion. ---Author Unknown
                                                              
Woodrow Wilson once said: "If a dog will not come to you after having looked you in the face, you should go home and examine your conscience.



                                                        Sophie, Smudge, and their Dad. 
                                                       It doesn't get any better than this.
                                                                     

I've had pets all my life. From a rooster named, Henry to a goose named Mr. Pibbs. (that's a children's story in the making by the way) I can't imagine my life without them. Have you ever thought about all the weird and cute names we give our pets? I wonder, if it was the other way around, what name our pets would give us? Does your pet's name signify anything special? If so, why did you choose that particular name?

I sincerely hope if you're the caretaker of a furry friend, hug them daily, and loved them with all your heart. If you have a furry-friend story or picture to share, funny, uplifting, or even sad, I'd love to hear from you. 

Here's an informative website you may like to check-out. Lots of good stuff: www.pawcurious.com

Have a great day. And don't forget to hug your furry friend, today.

Sherry




Friday, September 19, 2014

Eat chocolate daily . . .

Work in progress

Cosmologists tell us that our world began as some sort of big bang. There was a moment, they say, just the barest instant of time, when from that bang there arose enough energy to create everything in our universe. From this stupendous beginning, billions and billions of galaxies spread across the universe. The cosmos is a work in progress and so is your writing.

Rainbow Rowell's wrote:
Remember that you're not writing for everyone. You're writing for the reader who connects with your style and perspective. Lots of people won't like your book; that doesn't mean you shouldn't write it. So keep those fingers on the keyboard and spin a great tale.

Have a great day.
Sherry/treehugger-peninhand.blogspot.com

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Eat chocolate daily . . .

Synopsis for Hybrid-The Egg Harvest: 

This is my first try at writing a synopsis. God, this was so hard to write. Deciding on a few high points to share with an agent was not an easy task. I'm sure I'll get better with more practice. 


After five years, without her mom, Pepper feels trapped with her dad’s alcoholism and self-pity. She decides she has no future with her dad and plans an elopement with her boyfriend, Jesse. 
As the story begins, Pepper hooks up with Jesse and they head out of town. An hour later, Jesse’s truck skids off an icy road and crashes down a ravine. He convinces Pepper for their safety they must spend the night inside a cave. Later in the night, Pepper discovers a panoramic carving on the cave wall. As an astronomy student, she realizes the carving is a galaxy. The question is: who carved it and why?
A lost necklace and a letter deter Pepper from her elopement to finding out what happened to her mom. Pepper tells Jesse and her best friend, Dee “something bad happened to my mom inside that cave, and somehow, I’m going to find the answer.” 
   An anonymous email instructs Pepper to be in readiness at the cave on the winter solstice. A stalker steps into Pepper’s life dressed in a purple robe and black silver boots, but vanishes into thin air whenever she gets too close. In the school library, she finds a book on the cave’s history. The author writes of strange people in purple robes entering the cave. 
Meanwhile, 440 light years from Earth, the planet Alfinia is gearing up for their egg harvest on Earth. Their queen has ordered a secret mission to bring her granddaughter back to Alfinia. The queen’s daughter has no clue of her mother’s plan. She has her own agenda with a young recruit. When the ship lands inside the cave, all hell breaks loose when a crew member is murdered. The Alfinianian’s ship becomes a battlefield of confusion, placing their egg harvest in jeopardy. 
The alien’s captures Pepper. Her mom finds her and they both escape from the ship. They almost make it out of the cave, when Pepper realizes her mom in no longer behind her. She’s determined to do whatever it takes to find her way to the entrance. Pepper struggles to keep calm, but as she runs for her freedom, she’s captured again. However, an acquaintance finds Pepper and helps her escape for the last time. 
Dee is drugged and placed inside a sleep-tube. Jesse confronts an alien girl. He gets the upper hand with his 357 Magnum and shoots her. Pepper helps release Dee. They move quietly down a narrow corridor to find their way out of the ship.
As the ship’s computer system boots up, the count down to lift off begins. With the clock ticking, Pepper, Jesse, and Dee find each other and flee the ship. Once down the mountain, Pepper reflects on the last seven days of her life. Though sad over her mom’s farewell, Pepper is full of hope for her baby, her dad, and she looks forward to seeing her mom in five years.


Thursday, August 21, 2014

"Feelings"



"Steps for Writing Feelings"

You decide what's good and what's bad
You give your reader a character for a compass
You create a story world
You inject an element of change
You draw motive power from cause and effect
You pin down development to motivation and reaction
You make motivation-reaction units shape emotion
You measure copy length with tension (D. V. Swain)




So, my question today is how do we decide whether a thing is good or bad? Everything is good and bad, in varying degrees. Is a rainstorm bad or good? How about a bombing raid? A strike? A divorce?  A marriage? A cigarette? A chocolate bar? A job? A baby? A weed?

Because we're human, we measure each instance with cause and effect, pushed together with our feelings of the world we live in. 

You, the writer, decides how significant a rainstorm, a marriage, a chocolate bar or a divorce is to your fiction world. Whether we have a hand full of facts or three barrels full, we humans judge and respond with our feelings.

Happy Writing,
Sherry L White