 |
Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+ |
Custom Search
|
|
|
||||
| Welcome ! | Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link | 01-June 10:47:22 AEST | ||
|
|
||||
|
|
||||
|
|
||||
|
Array
(
[sid] => 102801
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Bern's Protection.
[time] => 2005-08-06 03:23:41
[hometext] => Another True story by bernard.
[bodytext] => There was nothing to see nothing at all. Everywhere I looked they were gone. All of the little Folk had disappeared. No Fairies, no Elves, no Pixies, no Trolls, not even a Leprechaun. It was as if they had never existed. The whole of Fairyland was gone. I sat on a root of my favourite Oak Tree and wondered what could have happened for me to lose all of my friends like this. Had I done something to offend them? Was I in any way responsible for this state of affairs? I was very puzzled had I unwittingly given away secrets of the Fairies that were better kept secret. In other words was I to blame? I have written many stories about the Fairies but I thought that all I wrote about was with the permission of Her Majesty Queen Feeana. I went back home terribly disappointed. I could not eat. I could not sleep. I neglected the garden and the house was I must say very untidy. It was as if I had lost all my energy without my small friends. I went to see my Doctor to see if he could give me a tonic or something to pick me up. The state I was in this just was not me. I walked every day in the woods I could not see any Fairy Rings there were no mushrooms to be seen. A very sad time for me where were all of my fairies? No messages, no explanations it was getting unbearable. I had taken to sleeping on the couch in the front room it was on the right of the hallway near the front door. I did not want to miss a knock on the door, it might be one of my friends wanting help or bringing me a message. In the past I had often seen a Witch flying past on her broomstick now not even a Witch was to be seen. I could find no trace of Fairies or the Little People in Fairyland I was once again alone. I could not settle down. I watched no Television just listened to the radio for the news. Perhaps there was to be bad weather and that had caused the little folk to leave. No bad news on the radio it was very mysterious what on earth had happened to make them all disappear? Some four months later I received a letter it was delivered by the local postman. He usually had only letters from the tax office or from my bank but this was a personal letter. Excitedly I tore the letter open and written in Her Majesties own handwriting was the explanation that I had so desperately looked for. A well-known Sorcerer had read all of my stories that I had placed on the Internet. Her Majesty had heard how he was trying to find a way to get my address. The only way to protect me was for Her Majesty to completely place Fairyland in another part of the country. All of the Little Folk had been forbidden to get in touch with me. I myself had not used the computer since the little People had all vanished. I had completely neglected all of my readers and this was what had saved me from the Sorcerer. He had got a young man to try to hack my computer to get my address. My computer not being switched on the Hacker had no joy and my address was safe from intrusions. Now that I knew that my friends were all well I got back into my old routine. I tidied the house and read all my backlog of emails and then went for a walk in the woods again. I even started cooking my meals again a sure sign that I was getting back to normal. I had to wait for another three months before the fairies and all the other Little Folk came back Her Majesty Queen Feeana was taking no chances. There might possibly be other sorcerers that wanted to find my address and do me harm. I have now on my computer a firewall and an anti virus program this protects me from most Hackers. I now use my computer normally that is why I am writing this tale of my protection by the Fairies. Her Majesty had been looking in her Magic Truth Mirror and had seen the Sorcerer Marednick preparing with the aid of the young hacker to try and get into my computer to get my address. Even if he had got into my computer he would not have found my address but perhaps my series of passwords that I use to protect my computer from unwanted intrusion. My passwords are not written in English they are a mixture of four languages made up by myself to protect my computer. Marednick is now a chip in a computer at the Ministry of Defence It was Her Majesties way of punishing him. He will remain a chip until the computer is of no more use and has to be replaced by another computer. By this time his head will be so full of numbers; that he will have forgotten about my friendship with the Fairies. The Hacker was also punished he now works on a computer for a printing firm. He does not know it but he will one day be doing all of the corrections for my fairy tales. The Little Folk have now returned to Fairyland and my house is open to one and all we have great fun and there is always a sing song and a party with Parsnip Wine, Fairy Cakes and all the goodies that the little people like so much. Her Majesty when time permits also come to the Parties. I wear my dancing shoes that were made for me by a Leprechaun and her Majesty and I dance much to our enjoyment. My computer is now protected by Magic no hacker will be able to find out my address and Her Majesty renews the magic spell once a week. With this knowledge that the Fairies are well and that I am no longer alone I sleep better and have no more need of the Doctor. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 43 [informant] => bernard2 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
|
Menu
· 
Poetry
Community
Members
Areas
Reference
Search
Top
Others
Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©
Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster
All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com
All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.
Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com