Oh Yuletide log, oh Yuletide log, oh how brightly you are burning Your flames jump high into the night Providing us with warmth and light Oh Yuletide log, oh Yuletide log, oh how brightly you are burning Oh Yuletide log, oh Yuletide log, oh how brightly you are burning The beginning and the end of the year has come And with it arrives festivities and fun Oh Yuletide log, oh Yuletide log, oh how brightly you are burning Oh Yuletide log, oh Yuletide log, oh how brightly you are burning The feasting breaks out onto the lawn As the party goes on until the dawn Oh Yuletide log, oh Yuletide log, oh how brightly you are burning Oh Yuletide log, oh Yuletide log, oh how brightly you are burning The days are marked by your dying fire As another year comes to the Shire Oh Yuletide log, oh Yuletide log, oh how brightly you are burning
Hey Hey We're the Hobbits by Aurora-Mandeville, literature
Literature
Hey Hey We're the Hobbits
Here we come, riding down the street We get the funniest looks from everyone we meet Hey, hey we're the Hobbits, And people say we're fooling around But we're too busy eating To come up with a witty rebound Here I go on an adventure, To a land far out East To help some dwarves get their home back From a greedy beast. To get there we must go Through an Elvish city so fair Cold dark caves and treacherous woods And staying the night with a giant bear Hey, hey I'm the Hobbit, And people say I'm fooling around But I'm too busy thieving To come up with a witty rebound I've inherited his treasure Including this magic gold ring But Gandalf comes and tells me It's a very dangerous thing So here I go on my adventure To get it out of the Shire And head out East to Throw it in a mountain of fire. Hey, hey we're the Hobbits, And people say we're fooling around But we're too busy eating To come up with a witty rebound I was caught eavesdropping On Gandalf and Frodo talking About the
Twelve Days of Yuletide by Aurora-Mandeville, literature
Literature
Twelve Days of Yuletide
On the first day of Yuletide my uncle gave to me, an evil golden Ring. On the second day of Yuletide my uncle gave to me, two glowing eyes and an evil golden Ring. On the third day of Yuletide my uncle gave to me, three trolls of stone, two glowing eyes, and an evil golden Ring. On the fourth day of Yuletide my uncle gave to me, four points for Sting, three trolls of stone, two glowing eyes, and an evil golden Ring. On the fifth day of Yuletide my uncle gave to me, five half-pints … four points for Sting, three trolls of stone, two glowing eyes, and an evil golden Ring. On the sixth day of Yuletide my uncle gave to me, six near-death experiences, five half-pints, four points for Sting, three trolls of stone, two glowing eyes, and an evil golden Ring. On the seventh day of Yuletide my uncle gave to me, seven hiding spots, six near-death experiences, five half-pints, four points for Sting, three trolls of stone, two glowing eyes, and an evil golden Ring. On the eight day of
Center of Stonehenge by Aurora-Mandeville, literature
Literature
Center of Stonehenge
"Ugh, of all the times to get a tear in your false tail, it had to be over Scotland!" Hiccup groaned and threw up his hands before dragging them down his face in frustration. "How am I going to find anything to fix it?" Toothless shrugged and warbled something that kinda resembled “I don’t know”. Hiccup sighed before turning to the third member of their party, Zak Storm, sitting idly on Toothless’ saddle. “You know, you can help.” Zak blinked. “Help with what? You’re the engineer that invented this whole contraption in the first place.” “I meant you can help look. I’m not asking you to help me fix it.” Zak groaned as he slid off Toothless’ back. “Oh, fine. But where should we look, oh dear brother? We managed to crash in the thick of the forest.” “I know, I know, we’re lost, without a doubt. But if we keep walking, we should run into someone soon.” Zak groned. “But that could take hours! And I’ll be very hungry before then.” Hiccup sighed. “We’ll try to find a town before then
All I Want is You by Aurora-Mandeville, literature
Literature
All I Want is You
Pidge let out a sigh. Beezer came rushing to her and a worried expression appeared on his screen. The two were in Pidge’s room and Pidge was curled up on her bed. “Hey Beezer, I’m . . .” She paused. Should she say exactly what was going through her mind or lie? She sighed, Beezer was a robot, but it would be nice to talk to someone. “Beezer, are you recording?” Beezer shook his head. “Ok, do not record this, I just want to get it off my chest.” Beezer watched her as she took a moment to gather her thoughts. “Lance . . . I like Lance, a lot. I think, I think maybe even love him.” Beezer let out an understanding beep. “Wait, you knew?” Beezer nodded. “Really? I didn't think I ever showed an interest in Lance.” She smiled. “But you do know me pretty well. Then you'll understand that I, I wanted . . . I wanted to . . .”. Tears began filling in her eyes. “I wanted to be the girl Lance asked out, not Allura!” The tears fell. “I-I mean, Allura’s great, don't get me wrong, and, everyone should
“Rapunzel! Rapunzel!” “Coming Miss Gothel!” The brunette came bounding down the stairs. “My goodness child, you’re no longer seven! No need to let out the elephants!” Rapunzel laughed. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it! My birthday’s going to be here soon! I’m so excited!” “Yes, yes, and I will be here for that. I just need to know if there’s anything you need before I leave.” Rapunzel thought for a moment and shook her head. “No, nothing I can think of.” She pouted. “Are you sure I can’t go with you? I should start learning about how to handle art shows.” “Nonsense!” said Gothel, placing a kiss on Rapunzel’s forehead. “Why should you go out into the world and expose yourself to all those deadly diseases and criminals? No, stay here where it’s safer, dear. Besides, you can work on your next big piece while I’m gone.” “You’re right, of course,” said Rapunzel with a soft smile. “Of course I am,” said Gothel, kissing Rapunzel’s forehead again. “Are you absolutely positive you don’t need
Rapunzel cuddled under the blankets. It was a particularly cool evening, but Rapunzel didn’t mind, it meant her favorite person in the whole world, the only person she knew besides her mother, could pop in for a visit at any time. Some nights she would stay up for a while, past her bedtime, even though her mother forbade it, just so she could see him. He didn’t come every cool evening, but when he did, it more than made up for the times when he couldn’t be there. A soft yet chilly breeze blew past her face. She rubbed her nose, chasing the chill away, so she could go to sleep. Then it blew past her face again. This time, her eyes flew open and she let out a soft squeal as she bounded out of bed. Pascal grunted before turning over. “Oh come on Pascal, he’s here!” Pascal merely grunted again before pulling the blankets over his head. Rapunzel huffed. “Fine, I’ll say hi to him for you then.” She bounded off without waiting for a reply. She was so excited! He always had some new tale to
Dear sweet Jackie Little Playing away on her fiddle A quick little haunting tune A waltz in the glow of the moon As monsters and ghouls come out to play And dance the whole night away The skeletons really get in the zone Shaking the creaks out of their bones While ghosts sway like leaves in the wind Hoping the fun will never end But the party does end for this fearful batch Leaving little Jackie in the pumpkin patch Promising to return the following year On this night that they hold dear
It was a lovely autumn night around a fire, the group, a blend of Vikings and Scots, were swapping scary stories. Gobber was particularly engaging in his story about the Boneknapper dragon. “So there I was, all alone, stranded on an island full of bones. I had heard of the Boneknapper, but had never seen one before. Was I to be next in its hunt for the perfect bone to finish its armor? But I couldn’t hide forever, I had to get off that island. So, with only a torch and my broom, I set out to find some means of escape. Little did I know I was being watched.” His audience gasped. Eret leaned towards Hiccup. “This is way better than the stories he told us about the Boneknapper.” Astrid snorted. “Guess reality is stranger than fiction.” “Sh,” said Hiccup. “Let him finish. If they like it, all the better.” He nodded at the Scots. One Scot in particular, the princess no less, seemed really intent on the story, listening with interest. She had been interested in hearing all about the dragons,