Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Author: Lauren M. Hancock

  • Story example: Lost and Found, Alex the Sprite – 21/07/19

    Story example: Lost and Found, Alex the Sprite – 21/07/19

    Alex was being followed, yet she had no idea.

    Pursued by the evil Queen Bee, Master Puppeteer, day and night, Alex the Spark Plug sprite had to escape her Queen Bee’s intentions without feeling any fright.

    In fact, it was easy, for she lived in much naïve ignorance, for she was unaware of what lurked behind her at any given moment. Her glowing, humming wings dispelled the presence of what was more dire and of utmost importance.

    Alex held a map within her careful hands, her wings of gossamer allowing their light to attend, brightening Alex’s way, for her escape from this tricky world, into another realm, a new positive, safer day to uphold.

    But lost was she, could she be found, anywhere, any which way, will we be told?

    The map’s X marked the spot, but so too did a circle, a firm spot, which way to turn, to avoid the mess and this Realm’s rot? Could she fly, I hear someone suggest, but no, sadly, these wings were only for show, for Alex’s wings of gossamer had been clipped to stop her from flying away from this world, with a joyous and sadistic snip of a to and then a fro.

    “Did you want some help?” a curious bandicoot grunted.

    “Oh, no, sir, I’ll be fine, thanks, but please…” she said, trailing off, “I do so wish I could feel the warm spring breeze, with the wind in my hair and the gust in my wings, why – I’d be able to do whatever I pleased!”

    “Allow me to assist,” the bandicoot insisted then he grabbed the trail of attached bees and flies attracted to her head, instead redirecting them toward her back. Upon her wings they now clung, where they could allow their rise, rapid little wings causing a much desired prize.

    And rise now did Alex, dragging the surprised and outraged Queen Bee with them, into a certain state, a different realm not unlike Heaven. Where Alex had been found, could be free to be whoever she wished to be, where the Queen Bee Puppeteer would be dealt with, like the nasty being that she had proven herself to be.

    © 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock, also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.

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  • Poem and Drawing: Super Fighting Fire Gecko – 20/07/19

    Poem and Drawing: Super Fighting Fire Gecko – 20/07/19

    Super Fighting Fire Gecko was the town’s hero!

    Super Fire Fighting Gecko,

    Scrambles so quickly, 

    Rapidly as you please!

    Reaches the offending fires burning,

    Licks them frantically,

    Heat’s now gone – 

    Offenders are learning! 

    His tongue is the answer,

    The spittle causes the end,

    Of the work of nasty little firebugs who should have stayed home in their beds instead. 

    Gecko’s a hero,

    Each day he does the town proud, 

    “GECKO, GECKO YOU’VE SAVED US ALL!” could be heard screamed by a rambunctious crowd.

    © 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock, also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.

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  • Story example: Vinegar and Red Wine – 20/07/19

    Story example: Vinegar and Red Wine – 20/07/19

    Vinegar was curious, while Red Wine liked to play games.

    Once upon a time there lived a bottle of vinegar. She was very curious about a red wine bottle who lived near her, for she wanted to see and taste what was inside of her. Vinegar had never seen a bottle so luminously red, the glory of the sheen was of the prettiest hue she had ever seen, no sign of plain nor drab. Vinegar was so plain, she believed, a simple clear fluid with an acidic taste, whereas she felt the Red Wine bottle would hold inside of her liquid of delicacy and delight, not one drop which should go to waste.

    Of course, Vinegar was an alcoholic beverage amateur, after all, she had been closely monitored since birth, her mother wanted to protect her from the world’s nastiness of binge drinking, this was not a topic of any mirth. Vinegar had lost her father from turpentine poisoning, at work, he would take small sips of the potent liquid all day, and it was with sadness that Vinegar was known as, “The child who had Turpentine take her father away.”

    Still she was curious, surely a drop of red wine wouldn’t hurt, and chased the bottle down the road daily she would go, although pretty little Wine Bottle was more clever of these two sorts, and into the alley ways she would weave to and fro. Vinegar never did capture the bottle that she did so decidedly want to hold, but it was for the best, because Vinegar and Red Wine were known to mix, very, exceptionally well. Vinegar was perhaps saved from travelling down the path that her father had unfortunately taken, and a long life she did live, without a drop of alcohol to be taken.

    © 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock, also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.

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  • Poem and Sketch: Adrian the Unimpressed Owl – 20/07/19

    Poem and Sketch: Adrian the Unimpressed Owl – 20/07/19

    Adrian: Forever unimpressed.

    Adrian the Owl was forever unimpressed.

    Whatever he caught for dinner he felt sure it wasn’t the best.

    But shouldn’t he be grateful for what he could find?

    For one day, he may return empty clawed, nothing for him to call “Mine.”

    And wouldn’t that be such a terrible salty taste to find?

    © 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock, also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.

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  • Sketch: Octokitty – 20/07/19

    Sketch: Octokitty – 20/07/19

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  • Story example: Sheila the Bear’s 2nd Birthday – 19/07/19

    Story example: Sheila the Bear’s 2nd Birthday – 19/07/19

    Sheila was delighted: her birthday had arrived!

    The day had arrived! A beary happy birthday for Sheila indeed, today was her second birthday, she’d been counting down the days for the last three weeks. She could barely remember her last birthday, she was just that bit too young, but her Mama and Papa bear assured her that today would be such utter fun.

    She had invited her class of thirty bears, squirrels, rabbits and other animals, to a spectacular party set up outside in the woods, where there was a fairground set up, with dodgem cars, spinning rides, even an inflatable bouncing castle exploration with many side and front rooms. 

    With glee, Shiela had laid her eyes upon her birthday party surprise, her parents had kept the set up a secret from her, and rushing over to the dodgems she began to settle herself into the one and only pink princess car. She drove around while waiting for her friends’ imminent arrival, she was a fierce racer it seemed, the extra practice she was getting in would surely result in the beating of the other teams! 

    When the guests arrived, they had a grand old time with the fairground of her special day, the only problem though was all the animals could not use the inflatable castle today. Why not? It is enough to answer, the claws of her class of creatures were too sharp and punctured the castle with multiple holes. It was a downright shame as the castle was merely a hire for the day, not owned by them and surely worth thousands of dollars, how Shiela’s parents groaned. 

    But it was her special day and nothing would allow their daughter’s happiness to come undone, lovely Mama Bear and Papa Bear distracted them all from disappointment with a lilting song. 

    “Come for the honey, come for the oats, come for the cupcakes, come for the fairy bread and marmalade toast! Allow us all to eat, young ones!” With a smile they led the animals inside, where Shiela’s massive birthday cake awaited them all, causing great widened smiles and tummies rumbling inside. 

    Despite the puncturing of the castle the day was deemed a great success, for this would be a very special day for Shiela for remember, many memories of the day, she felt extremely blessed.

    By Alice Well (LMH)  

    © 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock, also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.

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  • Story example: Little Sooty Bunny and the Forest – 17/07/19

    Story example: Little Sooty Bunny and the Forest – 17/07/19

    Little Sooty Bunny liked when she could explore.

    By Alice Well (LMH) (c)

    Little Sooty Bunny liked to be led astray. Although she was cruelly kept captive upon a leash, occasionally her owner’s heart would be swayed. During these times she would be led off the path, the common ground as it were known and called, and into the forest into a jovial scene where characters waited to greet Little Sooty Bunny and made her excitement grow!

    It was on adventures such as these that the Bunny wished extremely ever so much to escape, so she could play in the woods, with the Twin Trees and their smiling mouths, eyes hooded secretively, only happiness exuded, no negativity, no horrid hate. The Sun and the Moon chuckling and giggling with accompanying forest tunes, the Trees so free they were tickling Bunny with their sweetly sung Fur Elises and Clair de Lunes.

    But Bunny was stuck! Held by that unfair leash, how would she escape, from the terrible owner she always managed to accidentally displease every day? For every movement or noise Bunny would make would upset and cause her owner’s anger to flare like a terrible disease, taking hours to abate. The only reason he took Bunny out was to get her away from the house, where he longed to lay about, and tiring Bunny of energy meant his later relaxing could be uninterrupted and entirely at ease.

    The silly owner didn’t realise that if he allowed Bunny loose to freedom, he would kill two birds with one stone: allowing him to continually laze about and allowing Bunny the freedom to escape from the cruel owner, of him to be without, and to have a more loving, welcoming home.

    Then one day a crafty squirrel descended from a tree, “Allow me to help, dear Bunny, allow me to help you view this world, how special it is, how beautifully perfect it can be.” And gnaw through the leash slowly did Squirrel until he gained success, with a tentative look at her sleepy owner Bunny was suddenly more than impressed! Escape did she, after thanking her saviour, and into the forest she went to live, a life of happiness and ardour. It was something that Bunny was most deserving of, something she appreciated most wholeheartedly.

    © 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock, also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.

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  • Story example: The Constricting Snake – 17/07/19

    Story example: The Constricting Snake – 17/07/19

    The Constricting Snake had many fruity victims.

    By Alice Well (LMH) (c)

    The constricting snake had had many victims as of late. In particular he liked to wrap around hapless pieces of fruit. His favourite, of course, was the tomato (yes, that’s a fruit!), wrapping tighter and tighter until: EXPLODE! Its shape capput! 

    The seeds and mess would be splattered on the roof, wall, floor, sofa, kitchen chairs, and how satisfying it was to Snake that he, giggled and twisted and further contorted because he knew it was everywhere. But he never ate his fruit victims, they were simply game for his amusing, he wanted to find more, for this game was worth further pursuing.

    One day Snake came upon a red apple, how gloriously shiny did it appear, that Snake immediately set upon it with a wry grin and wicked curl tactic, constrict, CONSTRICT, but it would not become broken in a manner that he felt would be so fantastic. 

    Growing irritated and growly, Snake set his fangs upon it, biting and biting, deeply and rapidly until nothing but holes were left to view. This poor red apple was like a pitted golf ball or the moon with its craters, of his interest Snake would give up incredibly soon. For there was nothing left to alter, nothing to change or attack or squash, that he unravelled quickly without any faltering and slid into the dust and the brush. And another poor waste of fruit had wasted had he, that it was lucky the little animals discovered the remnants for their morning tea.

    © 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock, also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.

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  • Story example: Billy the Cheeriest Rainbow Whale – 16/07/19

    Story example: Billy the Cheeriest Rainbow Whale – 16/07/19

    Billy the Cheeriest Rainbow Whale’s life was grand.

    By Alice Well (LMH) (c)

    Billy the Cheeriest Rainbow Whale was happy, joyous as could be. He loved to smile from awakening, through the day, to the evenings, even during his breakfast, lunch and tea! He had much to be satisfied and grateful for: a wealthy relaxed life, a happy contented wife, but most of all his rainbow colouring pleased him so much that with each shimmer and sparkle he felt unique and wanted to view more. 

    They were the colours that flecked in his eyes, the abounding beauty that brightened his mood and caused a loving sigh, for wherever the rainbow would be, Billy would be most happy. He felt electrified each moment, knowing that during any ill mood a glance at his rubbery bright blubber would solve it. 

    Billy was the only rainbow coloured whale among his pod of whales, the only whale who could light the darkness without a chance to fail. He lit the way for so many wayward young male and female whales, when he redirected their poor life choices by reflecting their disabling inner lights by shining his onto theirs, assistance to rectify themselves. 

    He was a leader of sorts in the pod, without it being made official, yet one day his role here was taken down due to a useless past principle. He had performed some shameless tasks in his former life, one such an eating of pearls and clams that were others though he’d claimed them loudly as “MINE!!!” It was a secret occurrence that he was embarrassed to reveal to anyone, but a nasty such and such from his past revealed it to everyone, and thrown from grace was Billy, and now outcast from the pod, utterly saddened and alone was he.

    His wife stood by his side but the rest of the crew were beyond forgiving this Billy and chose to side with the such and such.

    So off Billy and his wife went, in search of more pleasant waters, where his efforts at reschooling the wayward youth would be appreciated, and his past neither revealed again, nor pondered. 

    In life one must preach and teach forgiveness and practice it with zeal, while others may have lived or been living with mistakes, of their current lives these mistakes should no longer be judged or frowned upon if they are living with positivity, humility and good will. If the lessons learned match the lessons which have been taught then move from the past will he or she, acceptance and self understanding and forgiveness is of most import, it is a personal locket and key. 

    By Alice Well (LMH)

    © 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock, also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.

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  • Story example: Amelia and her Tapestry of Colours – 16/07/19

    Story example: Amelia and her Tapestry of Colours – 16/07/19

    Amelia the Ballet Dancer and her tapestry of colours.

    By Alice Well (LMH)  (c)

    A tapestry of colours was what the sky had to offer, a melded, malleable weaving of hues and subtly formed pictures. A glorious awakening to one’s day, the views of the heavens excited the dancer in every way. 

    Amelia the Ballet Dancer lived and breathed colours. She was enlivened by their presence that assured her. They caused her heart and head to bounce and flounce and buzz, her feet to prance and leap, higher and higher just because! 

    The reason was that while she lived for dance, she lived for colours too, for she was secretly an artist, although she did not share this, even with friends who were of her very best. The reason was she was frightened of judgment and failure, instead she rose for the dawn and with paintbrushes performed her calling in nature.

    One fine morning when the sky was ‘pickadilly’ – her name for a mixture of red, pink and blue in the far off hills that were so pretty –  her eyes and careful ears stumbled upon a quiet watchful kookaburra, looking wryly over at her. She giggled herself, for these birds were meant to cackle manically, laugh, laugh, laugh, and instead he sat noiselessly, beady eyes seemingly observing enough.

    “Why, come and dance, come fly with me!” Amelia implored, “Visit the skies with me!” And thrust her hands towards them she did, throwing her head back and cackling with glee, now Mr. Kookaburra, perplexed initially, sung his own sweet laughter in a beautiful major key. 

    Now Amelia’s morning painting features a new character, not just her lovely coloured tapestry of the skies, a new knowing clever character, a wondrous bird to ponder. And ponder and appreciate and amazed and wowed were her friends upon revealing her first public painting to them, there was no judgement, her fears were unwarranted, she was actually appreciated and lauded for being quite talented.

    So Amelia openly lives two lives now, one of dance, and the other of artistic painterly creations, by day she leaps and pirouettes, and by night and dawn she details the world’s creations. 

    © 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock, also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.

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