One Magic Night

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic


One Magic Night tells the story of one girl who, upon a nightly disturbance, must work with all the neighborhood kids to journey across town and discover what occurred.

Submitted: April 26, 2018

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Submitted: April 26, 2018

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As the city slumbered beneath the moon-lit sky.
Not a breath of winter air, a single stir or sigh.
The meadows and the valleys blanketed in white.
The holly blossoms nestle to brace for winter's night.
And all is quiet, all is still upon the open plain.
The fir trees with their ivy were all that did remain.
Then what to eyes left spying through the windows dimly lit.
An object came in flying with fury, might, and spit.
It landed in the distance that formed a puff of snow.
Silence followed after then a rumbling came below.
I stirred from dreams of wonder still in shrouds of sleep.
I gazed out of my window to nothing short a peep.
All that rustled softly were snowflakes in the air.
I crept the halls against the walls and closed the door with care.
The cold wind blew with fervor, she whistled in the night.
I set off through the streets, the moon my guiding light.
My boots sunk in a foot of snow and stopped just short my waist.
Everything was buried or frozen in their place.
I hauled myself onto a bough, and gazed from heights unknown.
And came in shock that through my walk, I was not alone.
At least a dozen children trudged out of the dark.
Dressed in winter clothing from the remnants of a park.
I called out through the city, not an echo to be heard.
They climbed the tree to rescue me without a single word.
Some were older, some were younger, some were in between.
Some had lanterns, some held candles, some could not be seen.
They told me how a bright star flew through the night's threshold.
Paving through the winter clouds a light of crimson gold.
Did a piece of Heaven break and fall throughout the night?
Piercing clear the hemisphere a gem of endless light?
We lit the snow along our path, we kept the lanterns down.
Over trees and up the roofs we climbed the top of town.
We cut through opened windows and snuck down darkened halls.
We shuffled in our winter boots hugging all the walls.
Frostbite at our noses, stings that pierced the skin.
Then only a tingling where the numbness had set in.
And through this quiet fluster, I caught a gentle mew,
An odd peculiar sound it was to come out of the blue. 
It soon became a cry, a grunt, and last a purr.
I dipped into the shadows to be greeted by some fur.
I fell onto my back in a fit of frightful shock,
When a tiny fuzzy creature made its' way onto the walk.
"Meow, meow," it said, then took a wistful bow,
It groomed it's face methodically and licked it's matted brow.
It gripped a pipe quite large in size and tipped a big top-hat.
I could not hide my utter awe from where it was I sat.
"You look at me-ow," it spoke, "with a curious cock of the head,
You seem to be shaken, perhaps I'm mistaken in something I've done or I've said?
Did your parents not teach you good manners and how rude it is to stare?"
It asked rather sullen, while puffing a pipe, and blowing a ring in the air.
I dusted the frost from my clothing and bowed to the downtrodden creature.
It's coat glistened bright within the moonlight, it's blue eyes a Siamese feature.
"I am Mr. Cat," he said with a smile. "I am the eyes and ears of this town,
-you won't see me, but I will see you, I creep in the shadows, I don't make a sound.
You children are out here on such a cold eve, what brings you charging with might?" 
"We saw something blaze 'cross the sky," I replied, "it danced and lit up the night."
"A light as bright that cleared the sky I cannot say I've seen,
-perhaps you are mistaken, perhaps it was a dream."
"Oh please Mr. Cat, we know what we saw and you are wasting our time."
With that said, we went on our way, brushing past the feline.
We entered near the clock tower in the empty square.
Halfway through, no turning back, for we are almost there.
Old man Gilbert's garden, Lady Margaret's store.
Markets housing furniture and tattered books of yore.
We heard the pitter patter of paws tracking our path,
-he jumped from out the corner, it was the fickle Mr. Cat.
"All right, you have me cornered, I will tell you all the truth,
-anything to stop you kids from climbing up the roofs."
We all exchanged long gazes, but nonetheless remained,
Watching in anticipation as the cat explained.
"Having had my nightly milk, I curled up in my bed
-when out of nowhere came a speck that shimmered overhead.
What it was I did not know, it landed in the distance.
Stirring up the ancient earth with nearly no resistance.
It caught my eye, this fallen star, this heavenly-orb ablaze,
I grabbed my hat, my best fur-coat, and off I went half-crazed.
The sky alight with diamonds twinkled overhead,
-and shimmered shades of winter, the moon aglow with red.
I made it to the outskirts the woods buzzed loud and clear,
-as though a single energy bounced sightless through the air.
A field of powdered snow, a hill of vibrant white,
-and at the very top of it an orb of blinding light.
Little grains of light flittered restless like a stream,
-a trail of golden pixie dust, it must have been a dream.
I watched in great amazement, as the grains of light composed,
-deep within the eerie glow, a figure in repose.
Its' head a funny shape, its' girth was full and round,
I tucked my butt, my eyes close shut, I could not make a sound.
The figure started through the snow, it traveled from the crest.
I heard it's footsteps grow in sound, it never stopped to rest.
I gathered all my nerves up and ran back toward the pine.
I did not stop a second, I was a mighty fast feline.
The edge of town looked welcoming, I stretched my kitty paws,
Leaping through the air I braced for impact on the walls.
The land was settled in the distance with not the beast in sight.
I peered through winter snowfall into the frigid night.
So...you see now why I urge you kids to stay away,
-perhaps it is a matter to discuss during the day."
The story left me puzzled, and a few scratching their heads.
"But you never actually saw the beast," a girl beside me said.
Quite offended by her statement Mr. Cat meowed,
-"I could have died, cooked and fried I could be kitty chow."
The kids jumped up excitedly, without a sense to pause,
"How big was its teeth, how many heads, and what about the claws?" 
In agitation rightfully, the poor cat hissed and growled,
-his black fur stood at a salute, he muttered with a scowl.
I stepped in front of Mr. Cat and tried to intervene,
-separating kid from cat amid the wintery-scene.
It wasn't till it crossed my face the quick glimpse of a shoe.
-coming from the same direction as a voice so shrew.
We all jumped back in fright and ran, we split in disarray,
-some children north with Mr. Cat and I another way.
I gazed upon a flickered window, a single light aflame.
A face within it disappeared, a haggard soul in shame.
I finally rounded up the lot without the Cat in sight.
We shook the fright, resumed our pace, and carried through the night. 
The crunch of snow boots echoed, our spirits getting low,
-when the winter wind picked up with a mix of ice and snow.
My fingers ached with fire, my lips were all but chapped.
I tucked the tresses of my hair beneath my winter cap.
All the boughs were burdened by icicles and frost.
The snow picked up so fast that our footprints soon were lost.
I squinted through the snowfall and saw the edge of town,
-a frozen forest nestled past the hedge across the ground.
"There it is," I whispered, though the wind whipped all about,
My voice could barely make it, I had to scream and shout.
We crept along the walkway, we tried not to offend,
-we kept our lanterns low as the town came to an end.
Through the bristle-city we parted all the limbs.
Our lanterns rocked, the flames they knocked, our torches slowly dimmed.
Just through the twigs and twisted limbs the field was all aglow,
-dressed for winter season, with white blankets of snow,
It welcomed every one of us, with sweet release and thrill, 
But the light we followed through the town was gone and all was still.
A snort commenced an echo, a whinny followed suite,
-we found a sled on up the hill laced in colors mute.
A wood of most unique physique and ribbons full in length,
-knotted all about the sides in reds of greater strength.
Marigolds and silver bells hung about the sides,
-their sheen reflections surfaced to compliment the ride.
The horses too were dressed real smart, harnessed all in gold,
-they threw their heads back in a huff and shuddered from the cold.
We stepped up to the sleigh, our light a-flitter in the breeze.
The wood looked of mahogany and stained with holly leaves. 
A large red bag filled up the seat tethered closed with twine.
It must have been pure silk for all it did was shine.
"Who could this sleigh belong to?" I cried out through a gale.
A shrug of shoulders soon commenced like ripples in a sail.
But a foreign crunch of icy snow and footsteps caught my ear.
We bunched real tight, blew out our lights, and jumped into the rear.
The footsteps grew until it was, I caught a glimpse of red,
-cherry cheeks, a cherub nose, a silk hat on its head.
A man, I thought, his height was grand, he had a certain glow,
-a belly that jiggled beneath a red coat, and a beard as white as snow.
He stopped before the horses and nuzzled on their snouts.
They whinnied with excitement and shook the sleigh about. 
The snow gave way beneath us, as the large man plopped right down.
He wrapped his hands around the reins and made a clicking sound. 
Within seconds we were off, the wind whipped overhead,
I tried to lock my legs in, but I fell over instead.
I poked my head out from the side and met with great surprise,
-a world of white go whizzing by I had to strain my eyes.
The horses' gallops kicked the snow, their breath was harsh and short,
They bowled through every hurdle and foamed a smart retort.
The town became as thin as thread, and lost amid the land.
Frightened by this realization, we all rocked hand-in-hand.
"Do not fret," I ventured saying, "I will get us back."
But in one moment, I was thrown, and everything went black.


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