Month: July 2010

Part 1

Snow White

   ‘Once upon a time in the middle of winter, when the flakes of snow were falling like feathers from the sky, a queen …’ SLAM! I closed the book. I hate books. Especially princess books. I always wondered why people spent time writing dumb books more than inventing new video games or T.V. shows.

   Just then, my mother called him to her room. I knew exactly what my mother was going to say. When I entered my mother’s room, I noticed my mother’s round belly was bigger. My mother started to speak, “Now, Pete, your baby sister is going to arrive soon and you…”

“Have a lot of responsibilities.” I finished for her.

“Right.” She replied, slightly blushing.

   I never liked it when my mother blushed. But this time, she was blushing with excitement, happiness, and thanks. I liked that. The last time my mother blushed was that of embarrassment, but that is a long story.

   My mother shooed me out, muttering under her breath things like, “I need some alone time” or, “Young kids need fresh air.”

   Fresh air? No way. I went straight up to the den where my Wii stood silently, waiting for the user to use it. Well, duh.

   “The Wii is for playing.” I muttered to myself. I put my best Mario chip in, and turned the Wii on.

   Nothing. I punched the button.

 Still nothing. I kicked, punched, and head butted the button.

Nothing. I panicked. I could never live without a Wii!

I screamed and screamed. My mother came running for her life! “What’s the matter?” She screamed.

“The Wii won’t turn on!” I cried, desperate. My mother looked very cross.

“Off to your room. Now. Do not come out until you read Snow White cover to cover.” I nodded grimly and stomped to my room.

As I trotted up to my room, a brilliant idea came to my mind. I would read Snow White, and my mother would think I did a great job! It was a silly idea, but I was young then.

‘Once upon a time in the middle of winter, when the flakes of snow were falling like feathers from the sky, a queen sat at a window sewing, and the frame of the window was made of black ebony. And whilst she was sewing and looking out of the window at the snow, she pricked her finger with the needle, and three drops of blood fell upon the snow. And the red looked pretty upon the white snow, and she thought to her, would that I had a child as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as the wood of the window-frame.

Soon after that she had a little daughter, who was as white as snow, and as red as blood, and her hair was as black as ebony, and she was therefore called little snow-white. And when the child was born, the queen died.

After a year had passed the king took to himself another wife. She was a beautiful woman, but proud and haughty, and she could not bear that anyone else could surpass her in beauty. She had a wonderful looking-glass, and when she stood in front of it and looked at herself in it, and said, looking-glass, looking-glass, on the wall, who in this land is the fairest of all.

The looking-glass answered, thou, o queen, art the fairest of all.

Then she was satisfied, for she knew that the looking-glass spoke the truth.’

I read and read. I finished at about 1:30pm. I had started at 11:55am. What a waste of time! I thought to myself.

My mother soon gave me a command to write a summary. I hated writing. I had no choice. I went on with the wretched sport.

I worked all day long trying to form a summery. At last, at 5:27pm, I completed my work.

I was pale. Green in the face. My eyes bloodshot. My breath came in large gasps.  I was crouched over the toilet at 4:15 a.m. On a school day.

Aw, Man! School!I’m sick and I’m going to miss school! I’ve never missed school a day in my life.

I stood shakily and looked in the mirror. I’m being quite literal now, I looked as though I had eaten my stepmom’s cooking, and God, I’d rather eat food given to me by the crazy old cat woman that lives next door.

I smacked my lips, I hated that taste in your mouth after having vomited. I grabbed the listerine and took a large swig. It burned. I spit it out. Blood came with. Lots of Blood. My shakey hands went instantly to my mouth.No more blood not even a wound. I ran into my sister, Nicole’s Room.

“Nikki! Let me borrow a flashlight to see why my mouth is bleeding.”I whispered loudly. No use. When Nicole Thomas is out. She’s OUT.

Nicole was in her rocking chair, she must have fallen asleep reading The Berenstain Bears: Papa’s Pizza for the zillionth time. I grabbed the flashlight under pillow and turned around to find something I never thought I’d see ever.

Nicole had grabbed her Pucker face Sour Spray and aimed it at me as though it were pepper spray, her tiny five year old eyes round with fear. She breathed in deep then screamed as loud as she could.

“DADDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A STRANGER IS IN MY ROOM!!!!!!!!!

I froze. Stranger? Do I look weird when I sick? I ran to my room with my dad on my heels. I grabbed my backpack(it held everything I’d ever need. Snacks, my gym clothes, and my cellphone. I jumped out my window, not a big deal since It’s only the first floor.

“Erin! Call the cops! Some punk broke into our house and Daniel is missing!”

Daniel is missing? I’m Daniel! What the heck is going on!?

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I ran all the way to Charlie’s house A block and a half away. I ran into their garage’s side door. Charlie’s parents had remodeled their entire four car garage into an AWESOME pad for Charlie.  Charlie was up as usual, listening to music and texting Andrea, his girlfriend.

“Dude! The heck!? Get out! You’re trespassing on private property!”

“Wasn’t it you who said I was a part of the family as long as I brought snacks?”

“Dan!? Is that you!?”

“I don’t know what happened man! I was puking my guts out all day, I go to use some mouthwash and Suddenly I’m spitting up random blood, Look like a complete stranger to everyone but myself, and—What?”

“Dan……I don’t know how to say this to you I’m going to text it to you.”

“Uh, okay.”

Dan.......You're Pink.........

“What?”

“Man, I’ll try and put this into simpler terms, *ahem* YOUR FLESH IS NEON PINK! *ahem* Thank you.”

I gritted my teeth in frustration. “Charles Alexander Monroe……….Now is not the time to be playing jokes……”

“Ohhhh………Now your red………”

A scrawny teen, a girl, walked into a room with dimmed lights. She could easily be passed off as a young boy, and the only thing that made her look a little less like one was her choppy hair, which she had cut herself. She failed miserably.

Another boy, around the same age as the scrawny girl, sat hunched over on a velvety red couch. They appeared to be twins, and could be passed off as being identical, if only the girl truly was a boy. They both had Light brown hair, and green eyes.

The girl walked over to her brother, sat down, and plopped her head down on his shoulder.

“Dearest brother, remember three years ago when you said you’d take me out for ice cream? Well, you never did, and I want it now. How about you go get your car and drive us to the ice cream shop, huh?” She was speaking into his shoulder, though the boy, Cody, had grown to understand his sister.

“Lu, you’re 17. You can drive yourself to get yourself ice cream.”

“Well, that is true, but you promised. And besides, if you took me, you’d be able to get something too.”

Cody knew that Lu only wanted him to bring her because she had already spent her money on the bubblegum machine toys at the mall. He couldn’t refuse it, though, because if he didn’t she would be sad for two weeks. That wasn’t an exaggeration, either.

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Cody was forced to spend 30 minutes with his sister, the entire time she was in pain. This was all because of his stupid friends. They all knew that she didn’t know the difference between a compliment or an insult, or even if someone was being sarcastic, and they always used this to their advantage. Luckily, they didn’t know that she could easily outsmart them, as well as her brother, who was the smartest in their school, second only to her Lu.

They had seen her happily skipping into into the ice cream shop. That’s when they started in on her.

“Oh, Lucielle, your hair looks so pretty today. Did you cut it yourself?”

This was, obviously, not the worst that they had done to her.

They were stopped by Cody, but he was only able to keep them quiet until Lu got her ice cream.

“Oh, Blue Marshmallow Deluxe with gummy worms, sprinkles, and m&m’s on it? Are you sure that won’t harm your beautiful figure?”

Normally, something like this would not even faze Lu. But she looked at her ice cream, picked it up, and walked over to wear her brother was sitting. She then put her head on his shoulder again.

“Big brother, please make them stop. Please…it hurts……”

Cody would normally feel quite embarrassed with Lu doing that. Instead, though, all he felt was that sort of pain that one twin was able to transmit to the other.

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“Big brother, what happened to your friends?”

Cody had regretted what he did terribly, but he was quickly realizing that if he hadn’t done it, Lu would have became emotionally scarred in some way or another.

“Don’t worry, Lu, they can’t hurt you anymore.”

Cody was quickly driving down the back roads leading to the apartment he shared with his sister.

Lu was still munching on her ice cream, and she pulled a bag of gummy worms she stashed in the glove box and dumped it on her frozen treat.

His sister’s sweet tooth had always disgusted him, though that was just one of the many things that he learned to live with.

That, at the moment, would be the least of their worries. Cody now had to bring her to get all of the clothing and belongings out of their house, along with his own, so they could escape. Cody knew that someone saw what he did. And he couldn’t let his sister live alone.

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“Cody, why did we put all our clothes in the car? We can’t be going on vacation, because you had me bring my stuffed animals and a few blankets and pillows and those toys I had….and then you brought your stuff.”

Cody sighed, and turned onto the path that lead to their destination.

“Lu, please, listen to me. I am going to drive us into the pond we played in as kids. I don’t want you to scream, you just have to hold your breath for five seconds when we get under. I am not entirely sure if you will even have to, I just want you to do it.”

With that, 15 minutes later they crashed into the pond, where the water turned white. No more than 3 seconds after they went under, the car was in a white room, with one door. 63 years later, these two would still be living in this place, with Lucielle upgrading it greatly. And after those 63 years, both of them were still 17.

Well, I hope this has provided anyone who has read ‘The Tofu Organization and the Ball of Burrito’ a bit more background on Lucielle and her brother. Yes, both of them are actually 80. That place just has magical powers.

Author’s note: I write stories with girl main characters all the time, it’s easy since I’m a girl, but I’m taking the challenge of writing the main character as a guy. Wish me luck!  ~Asia ♥

I stared at the board in fifth period Science class, letting Mrs. Wainhamer yammer on about the tectonic plates. Suddenly I felt something slice the back of my hand. It stung, papercut, had to be my bestfriend Charlie passing me a note.

I switched my hands position grabbing the bit of paper from him, not changing my expression or even moving my head from where it was. I waited for free study, the last five minutes of class where Wainhamer goes to the bathroom every day, to read the not.

The Note was in the form of his way of texting, god, I hate it when he writes like that.

Yo, ya seen her yet? Dat Haut new Chik?

I looked at him seriously and I wrote back.

What? You know, full well, that I can’t understand a single word of that.

He laughed at what i wrote then tossed his reponce back at me.

What I was asking you, Mr. Perfect, was whether or not you had seen the new girl, you know, that ungodly beautiful one.

I sighed. What was wrong with my generation? Constantly fussing over the opposite gender, especially the ones that they are attracted to.

No, I haven’t.

He looked at me with suprise and then wrote back in his usual formating.

Lets tak bout it @ lunch.

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“Okay, what was it you were telling me?” I asked Charlie at lunch.

“That.” He said nodding in the direction of what I assumed was ‘Dat haut new Chik.’ “That, my dear Danny, is Karie White. True Angel and is in my third period choir class.”

All the words he said came out in a very slow motion. All the sounds of the noisy cafeteria became muffled and, for a moment it seemed as though time had stopped. Karen White. Karen. Karen. Karen. What a perfect name. Karen. The angelic girl turned in my direction with a red face and I suddenly snapped back to reality. I turned to Charlie and stared up a fake conversation, my own face as red as a tomato.

The bell ringed, Karen got up with her tray and with fast fluid motions reached the exit door with her friends at her heels. They started talking and she started to laugh. So pure so wondrous.

What was wrong with me? My heart in my throat, I stood with Charlie and walked to the door, dropping the entire tray in the trash can instead of placing the dirty tray on the rack.

Charlie looked at me with worry, “You alright, man. You seem pale.”

I looked at him and a sudden surge of pain struck me as though I had been electrocuted. My heart sank from my throat to my stomach and My face turned green.

Charlie’s eyes got big. “Dude! You never get sick! What’s wrong?”

I started to faint. “Never…….eat……Meatloaf-tacos……..”

I was out. And not for the reason I thought. Sure the Cafeteria food was terrible. But the reason was much worse. The reason. The reason was……….

HRRRRRRUEEEECCCCCCKKKKK!!!

Ugh…..nevermind…..I’ll tell you after I stop puke—-

HRRRRRUEEEEEEEEEECKKKK!!!!!

Deilian shook his head”we are going to die,we are going to die,we are going to die.”he repeated like a crazed man.I stiffened,he had saved my life countless times now it was time I repay him. I gripped his shoulder tighter and pulled him out of his chair,he seemed to be in a trance,not responding to anything,but he kept mumbling those wretched words.”Deilian?”I asked quietly “Deilian.”I said louder frustration and fear taking over.”DEILIAN!”I shouted,suddenly his eyes cleared and he looked as if I had just dumped a bucket of cold water onto his head.I let go off him,hoping he would stand “we have to leave now.”I told him quietly.He nodded “But first we need to hunt,and then we will leave.”he said grabbing my arm and pulling me out of the door.We walked at a normal human pace until we were in the woods.There he let go of my arm,and we ran.I closed my eyes ,sure we were in the country-side now, and searched for scents.There was the heavy,musky scent of a heard of white-tailed deer,the sharp overpowering stench of fox,several small forest creatures….and then there was the sweet juicy scent of human.A smile crept across my face and I opened my eyes,I noticed that Deilian was heading toward the scent too,I could smell more than one human,which was good.I could hear the shallow breathing as if they were tired and the blood pumping through them.My mouth watered and I dropped into a hunting crouch,all my scenses trained on the spot of heat that was like a sign saying “FOOD” in big red letters.

okay so they do hunt humans and I am not sure if I should do the hunting seen.Reply

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Chapter Four: I get an Underwater Breatheing dog for a Mascot

               “A dog?” I asked. Deep down inside I felt a little flare of jealousy. Annabeth got a fox and Tancred got an owl.Neither of those were not your every day animals. 

 ”Yes, a dog,” Charlie replied heading for the door,” Come on, let’s go get the puppy.”

I heaved a sigh. I was getting tired, but I followed my dad outside.

To my right the sun hovered over the glittering expance of salt-water getting ready to set. 

 ”Come,” Charlie called. He was standing in the center of sitting logs that were positioned to create a circle.

I walked over to him and he patted a large golden colored log that sat in the center of the ring of logs. 

I sat down and a tingly feeling krept into my limbs. My hands felt numb and I couldn’t feel my feet. The tingly feeling continued and Charlie told me,” Stay here.” He turned and hurried owards a grassy hut. In a few minutes he came out with an old woman. Her silver hair was held back with a clasp and she wore a velvet dress. 

“Athena,” Charlie said,” This is Horlanda our Camp Magician.”

I remembered that she was the one who had mentored Julie and I was not sure she was going to be one of my favorite people.

“Athena,” Horlanda greeted me in a cold voice. 

I didn’t want to speek to her, but I for myself to mutter,” Hi.”

“So you want your little pet?” her voice was sarcastic and I didn’t like it. 

“Yes, ma’m” I murmered. 

“Very well,” she growled,” I might as well.”

She began to wave her hand and then suddenly she cried,” Undera Wleta Breatheri Dogla.” 

I was confused. Was this old lady going to put me under another spell?

Apperently that wasn’t the plan. As Horlanda finished her babling, I felt a tingling. The air seemed to shimmer. Then in my lap a golden form shimmer. Then became solid. A dog with shining, golden fur lay in my lap. Its head was on its paws and its eyes are closed. 

“Oh!” I cried.

“Ahh,” Charlie said,” Your dog! All you have to do is name him.”

“Ya,” I said,” I’ll think of one soon.”

“Good.” Charlie said,” You should rest now.”

He was right. The sun was behind the tall mountains and only slivers light cast light across the camp.

“Come,” Charlie called. He lead me to a cabin with each was painted differently. One wall had plats on the walls. On another was painted flames. On the third was thunder bolts. On the last was swirling blue paint that resembled the sea. The roof was painted as the sky.

Charlie opened the door and inside I saw that Annabeth, Tancred, and Nelly were all getting ready for bed. There were buck beds and regular beds.

“Athena1″ Annabeth cried,” Come here. We have your bunk ready.”

To be Continued….

Love is Kind

Love is crule

Love is devine

Love is scary

Love is truthful

Love is Lies

Love is comforting

Love socaial

Love is lonley

Love is….Love is….What ever you want it to be

“So what your telling me Lauren isn’t dead?How she committed suicide!” “Well…” Her voice still echoed through my ear drums pounding hard. “She faked it.She never killed herself.And now shes traveling.” “To hide from the cops…?” “No…looking for you.”I froze.Shes looking for me!?Oh no. “We got to go!” I screamed and tried to run out the door but she stopped me.”No!We have to kill her!” “Hey how can you touch me if you I can’t even feel you?” “NOT NOW!” she yelled “We need to make a plan!” “Ok fine we will make a plan.”I said calmly “Ok!Thank you!”Madi said with a face like “finely you agree with me!” “ok I got a plan.” I said “you do!Great what is it?” “RUUUUUUUUUUUNNN!” I scream as loud as I could and I ran while she was tying to get her hearing back.

           A little while latter I found myself lost.Lost in time….

I awoke to see my surroundings.Madi….Madi!Shes here! ”Madi it’s you it’s you!And I ran to her to hug her.And…I ran into the table….”But wait.” I said “I don’t understand Madi!Whats going on?” “Yes it’s me I’m here to help you with…” “With what?” “With your life.”Her voice echoed through the room. “My..my life?What are you talking about?” “Lauren is not dead yet.I’m here to help you Fathom.” “Lauren?Who the heck is Lauren?” “THE BUS DRIVER.”Just hearing that name made me shiver and I could here her insane laugh flowing through the camp right be for she murdered herself.I know I said Ii killed her and I did.She killed herself because of me. “wait if shes not dead and your here….Your not dead!-” and she interrupted me.”Yes…I’m sorry but….I am…Im dead.” “then how are you here this is crazy Madi!” “I’m a Ghost”ghost ecoed through like her beautiful voice used to in my head.But this time it was real.

Chapter 9

Who could that be?I didn’t really want to answer the door but something was calling me,leading me,so I walk up to the door and looked through the peep whole.No one was there.How odd.I opened the door anyway.WOOSH________.What was that?A slightly cold breeze came rushing through and didn’t stop.It was like I was frozen.”Faaatthhhooomm”I heard my name creaking through the house and all the windows flew open,the fan turned on high…..way high.Papers went flying all around and  even the pillows were moving and spinning.”FAAAAAATTTTTTHHHHOOOMMM”I was breathing heavily,my heart was pounding and I was afraid it would here me”Yes…..it’s me…im Fathom…” “FAAATTHHHOOOMM I NEED YOUR HELP” “The room was spinning and I felt dizzy and sick.I heard something.CRASH!I had a chill.And every thing went black.

Sorry fans and readers.I haven’t been writing lately.But you will be hearing a lot from me for a while.Luv Ya Fans!

your truly,

Madi

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Myself a Summer Package Chapter 3

My dad gasped as Mary tore off Summer’s beautiful wig, it had looked so real, before it came off her head, that is.

Summer gasped too, her face turned pink, her mouth hung open in shock, she stood their as if she was a photograph, as if she was a movie star suddenly caught by the paparazzi. But there was, of course, a thread of sadness in her face, her eyes, even the way her eyebrows were placed showed signs of great devastation. A movie star would be more appalled and surprised.

“Did you really just do that?” My dad stepped in. He always was like that with me. Whenever I did something wrong, he acts surprised at how foolish i was for actually doing it. It makes me upset when he does that because you can tell he’s deeply disappointed.

“Oh my GOD, Mary!” Claire gasped, she was clearly revolted.

Mary looked up at my dad.

“I’m so sorry! Her, take your filthy,” (she whispered “filthy” so my dad wouldn’t hear.) “Wig!” She said to Summer, and sped out the door.

Summer’s eyes were full of terror, tears, and a hint of anger.

“I cant believe that girl, I’m sorry, Summer. And Jade, I don’t want you hanging out with that girl anymore. That…that Mary girl.” My dad said, patting Summer’s shoulder.

“Summer, it’s alright, don’t listen to Mrs.Meany-Mary. Jade and I are your friends.” Claire comforted her.

Summer broke down.

She started tearing up. She sniffled and stood there, her shoulders sagged, her emotions mixed in a pot of confusion and rage and her eyes were misty, they  twinkled as salty drops of water spilled from them. She sobbed, her shoulders shook, she limply picked up he wig and placed it on her head, then ran out of the room.

“Summer! Come back!” Claire screamed after her, but she didn’t move.

“Summer!” I yelled, scooping my inhaler up, puffing some inhaler air in me, and running out the door after her. Claire came sprinting behind while my dad stood by the door, he called; “Dont leave the hospital!” And watched us as we zipped into the far distance of the hallway.

Summer still hadn’t reach the entrance lobby yet, and Claire finally caught up to her.

“Stop! Jut stop! You know I’m bald now, go hate me like everyone else!” Summer cried while Claire shook hold of her wrists.

“Summer, we’ll be your friend no matter what,” Claire told her.

But Summer pushed her away.

“Just stop! That’s what all my friends have said and now they’re all gone!” Summer cried out.

“We wont ever leave you, Summer. I will never do that. Neither will Claire.We don’t care if you don’t have hair! I’m not gonna make fun of you or leave you. Me and Claire are not the type of people who want a perfect friend. Nobody is perfect and you just have to except it, I do. Claire does. We’re your friends.” I said, and Summer just cried on.

“But- Once I showed Justine, she left me. I told Kate, she left too. Linda told everyone. Now all I have is Macy and Simone!” She broke down.

Suddenly, I had a flash back.

Macy?

Simone?

Macy?

Simone?

MACY?!

SIMONE?!

Head-in-Pillow-at-Concert, Macy and Simone? The people who said they haunted the concert? The story Mary had said….- How could that be?

I remebered “Yea, my friends went to a concert.” Summer had told me  two days ago.

OH MY GOSH!

“They were the pillow case girls at the concert!” I said. Summer sadly nodded and sobbed.

“They are both autistic. I started hanging out with them because i had absolutely no one else to hang out with. They really arent that bad, Simone was fine except she sometimes blurts out random things. Still, everyone thought they were freaks. But they dont care what I look like, so i stayed with…wit….with…th…themmm!” Suddenly Summer let out such a cry i knew she was in a lot of pain.

“Summer, that’s alright, we dont care what you look like either. You aren’t a freak and its alright to hang out with them.” Claire said.

Summer finally smiled a bit.

I knew i had reached my receiver.

Ages: 26

——————–…—–DAVEN’S POV—–…——————–

I had been standing in the rain for 3 hours now, on a ship dock. I am quite far from being alone, though, as I am surrounded by about 300 other people, all wrapped up in heavy fur jackets, like myself.

The reason for this has been widely advertised, much to the embarrasment of Gale. My fiance, as I now find myself calling her, made a name for herself in the past few years.

She is now a widely known singer, and was invited to go overseas to do a few concerts in Europe, and a few places in Asia.

It’s actually funny, how she had made all of that money from singing, how we know have a huge home. And how every room was painted professionally except for one. That room..was the room she planned before we were in a relationship.

——————–…—–GALE’S POV—–…——————–

I had to cover my ears as the ships horn blew, though I knew I shouldn’t be complaining. I had chosen to travel home in a ship, even though I was offered a private plane.

It’s surprising that no one is bothering me now, and I am enjoying it…a lot.

Everyone currently sees me as the calm singer, when in reality, I still am as I was when I was 13. I still enjoy loud things, strawberry ice cream, and still wear my old striped socks everyday.

Even though it was raining, everyone on the boat was still outside, waving at the people on the docks that we were now approaching. I myself was looking over the edge, holding onto my faux fur cap in the wind, and looked for my fiance.

I was so sad that he wouldn’t go with me, but I guess he had to. We don’t know many people where we live, and we still have my bird and wouldn’t have had anyone to take care of her.

——————–…—–DAVEN’S POV—–…——————–

 I had spent fifteen minutes pushing my way to the front, trying to catch a glimpse of Gale. Actually, I’m sure plenty of people there were trying to do the same, but it didn’t matter.

I made it to the front just as the ship had docked, and they were starting to let people off.

Again, I had to start pushing my way to the front.

I had finally made it, and was ambushed by someone who was…hugging me.

“Hey, love, it’s good to be home with you.”

See, I still love you guys! I had nothing to do today, since it was raining, so I did this. Currently putting that last one on hold(The Movies), since I currently have many ideas popping into my head. I’m thinking about posting a side series at some point where they are reenacting classics with their own special twist, or my own special creation.