Category: Short Stories

Share your imagination| write fiction/non-fiction, fantasies of vampires and Dragons and unknown worlds…

It’s my birthday. I hate birthdays!!! At least I get to pick where we go next. That is a plus. Well, and cake or happy cake well both. Now that I think of it it’s sooo awesome and I feel great!!! Know why? I like birthdays now!                   P.S. from Cacarrier: Little sis wrote this one as well.                                        

The girl walks up to the water

hurls a flat stone into it

with a faint splash, it sinks

down

             down

                            down

touches bottom

with thousands of other pebbles,

cast off like litter

and sits

the white pebble

the girl walks off

One day in our small town, an ad went up on our town bulletin board. It said:

NEED: A petsitter?
Call: Eva Williams at 407-999-4362

I couldn’t believe my eyes! Eva Williams is my elder sister! She had always wanted a pet, or at least be a petsitter, but after what happened last year…. I didn’t think she would try again!
So you are wondering what happened last year, well let me take you back to two years first.
—————————————————————————————————
Eva has always LOVED animals, but mom is allergic to any pet hair, and my sister, even though it is true that she loves all animals would like to have something to hold. Eva also likes to write stories and is always looking for new story ideas.
One day we were at my Aunt’s house, and Eva was walking there dog Daisy, and I was walking next to her. Then I had a idea, “Eva you could write a story about a petsitter who on her first job, killed the dog!”
“What!”
“Not intentionally, but the dog ran out in the street or something.”
“Wwweeelll. But that does give me an idea! I could be a petsitter!”
Eva’s idea took a year to get off the ground, and she never did use my story idea.
——————————————————————————————————-
The same billboard post that is above appeared last year. Eva got a call a week after she put up the ad. The call was from Mrs. Granger, asking for Eva to watch her dog Lucky, which was a Mastiff. Eva was so happy I thought she might rip our house to pieces! They set up a time and Monday morning in the summer of 2010, Eva’s first client showed up.
————————————————————————————————————
Lucky was very hyper, but Eva was still excited. She fed Lucky and took her for walks. But the tragedy happened right in front of Mrs. Granger. Lucky was out side for a walk when luck ran super fast and jerked the leash out of her hand!
Luck ran out in front of Mrs. Granger’s car! Then Lucky got hit and died! Mrs. Granger was so mad she mad Eva buy her another Mastiff, and they are the most expensive dogs in the world! She finally raised $1,250.00, but she had to use the money she had been saving for an iPod touch. She was broken hearted. Not because she didn’t get a iPod touch, well that was part of it but I mean she LOVES pets, and she just killed one! So now you know why I was surprised when the ad went up this year.
—————————————————————————————————–
She got a call from somebody who had just moved in, and it went really well. So her petsitting career went well. She still loves pets and says she will always be a petsitter, and nothing tragic happened again!

THE END

Florida has extremely hot summers. Once it was 135oF . Some people fainted and some people died. Though there was this one kid named Joey. He never sweat or fainted. People considered him as lucky but he had to do a lot before he became lucky. He played sports the whole day and everyday. He took cold showers to get used to the cold. He was awesome at basketball. He always scored a basket. One day the mayor invited him to join the 135oF marathon. He was satisfied to join. When he entered the marathon, he saw tons of bodybuilders and they were all men. He was worried about facing them. Though the good news was that they all had short legs. When the refereed said go he ran super fast, while the other men jogged because they couldn’t run as fast as Joey. Finally in ten minutes Joey won. He received a gold medal and he became the worlds fit and fast boy. Bodybuilders slacked off because the was too fast for them. Then he entered the 1995 Olympics and he was playing for America. Guess what, America won because of him. Then he became a role model for people. People started to become fit and healthy. Now Florida could face the heat.

Humanities great bane is thought to be many things,from Illness to Love to power.Yet in truth it is only one thing:Thought.Yet how can a thing,so dear to humanity,the thing that nurses us through life,that brought us here and moves us forward,be the great Bane of us?It is only beautiful when muffled by our control over it,yet when it takes control of you you see the truth.In many cases you only see the truth when you make the wrong choice,when you make the right choice you only see the mistake you did not make.The wrong choice showed me the truth.

Fog snaked around me like some preying beast that could barely restrain itself.It ran it’s cold damp fingers through my hair,and whispered to me in soothing tones,drawing me to my death.Yet I resisted.I had been wandering for hours hoping to find shelter and had let my imagination roam free.At one point of time I thought that I saw a group of people,people with claws and large bat like wings,which I ran from,but which turned out to be Lightning struck trees.I now  stumbled onward with my eyes closed,for they burned of the lack of an object to focus on.Something sharp and thing wound itself about my throat and I cried out in pain,and opened my eyes,to realize it was a branch.I felt my throat,it was wet,with something warm and thick. I looked at my hand,which was partly red,then at the branch.Just when I close my eyes I need them.I shook my head but trudged on.Then I aw something that send my heart  beating faster then helicopter blades.In front of me stood a small chapel.It almost seemed to shine with a bright white light.I did not even hesitate before running into the welcoming glow.I ran through the doorway and fell to my hands and knees,then sank to the ground.The coldness spread through my body carrying away the pain.I closed my eyes and sleep took me.I stood,in a place that was nothing.There was a beautiful maiden in front of me.She smiled and put her hands out welcomingly.A single thought lashed through my head.Take her hands,the right choice.I Clenched my teeth.The though pulsed again,this time not gentle like a caressing feather,but commanding,lashing at my mind like a whip.My hand twitched toward hers,but I did not move.NO. I managed to think,the maiden flinched with the weight of my word.Then her smile turned into a scowl,I would have never though a scowl could be so terrifying,then her whole face twisted as if in a soap bubble,but it was no longer the cheerful colors of the rainbow.It was a somber figure,it’s shell of control broken.It was grey and black and white and had the texture of wet paper.It’s pure black eyes glinted with malice,it bared it teeth in a horrible grin,it’s clawed hands reaching out to me hungrily. WRONG CHOISE It belowed in my mind, the thought twisted my mind into knots making me drop to the floor,limp with pain. I managed to push the thought out and shakily got to my feet.I felt no fear,no joy no excitement,I did not let emotions in,I simply stood.The creatures grin diminished. It gets it’s power from the dark emotions of humans,Hate ,Jealousy,Longing.And to the thing also Love,Excitement,Happiness were considered dark.I knew because I felt,the thing was part of me,yet which part I did not know.At this sudden realisation it’s form flared,expanding and folding in upon itself,then separating.I heard it’s thoughts as if they were my own.It became many colored ribbons of pink and red and violate.The beautiful soothing yet passionate colors of love,yet I saw the darkness of love that the creature strives on.The bands twirled and spun entwined and separated,became one then  thousands,in an elaborate dance,yet they did not turn over did not show their other sides,but the creature forced them to turn,and there were sickly shades of green and somber greys,The sight would have made one writhe in discomfort,and that was when I realized that I was nothing,that was why I did not feel,I did not think,and then I realized that the thing,that horrid thing,was thought.Thought is a beautiful and darling thing when we control,but when we loose our power over it.It becomes a vile and wicked thing.Breaking you into a puzzle,then reassembling you in unmatching  and twisted ways,Until you fit in no place or world.Suddenly everything was gone,there was only darkness.The thing was nothing,yet everything at the same time,then in the darkness I could see an indistinct shape,it wound it coils around me,probing fear and uncertainty into my mind,But I fought.As it wound it’s coils about me,I took them,I controlled them,and unknowingly I was regaining control of it,and then I was awake,and then there was nothing,for I was only thought and memory.

                                    Sanaa

                             (Point of View)

I pushed open the car door as a large gust of wind blew fall leaves towards the large building, otherwise known as the airport. The building was made of glass and I could see brilliant white light emanating from the windows. My family, my mother, father, evil, oops, I mean, little brother, Faizan, got out of the car. My dad started looking around and my mom wrote down our parking lot number.

“You know,” I called to them, “We’re never going to get home if we set foot in that building.”

“Oh?” my mother replied absentmindedly,” Why do you think that, Sanaa?”

“Well, just take a look at that parking lot!” I cried, gazing at the expanse of cars that stretched to my right and left as far as I could see.

“Maybe,” my brother said, “you’ll get lost!”

The airport door slid open as my father pushed the button. Inside, I saw that the Los Angeles Airport resembled a circus.

There was a tall man in a top hat that looked like Abraham Lincoln arguing with rotund woman who was holding the, probably sticky hand of small toddler. There was a teenage girl about Sanna’s age, wearing a neon green jacket with neon yellow pants. Her hair was tied into five ponytails held by bright NEON pink hair bands.

  As we made our way through the odd assortment of people, I caught a glimpse of a long, long, LONG line ahead of us. When we reached the booth I saw that is said; TICKET LINE, in large, bold print.

“Are we really going to stand in that line?” I asked.

“Well, we have to,” my father shrugged and stepped into the line.

 Just as we were getting into the line, when a man, running and muttering like the rabbit from Alice in Wonderland squeezed in front of us.

                                 Faizan

                           (Point of View)

Faizan was tired. Slowly he slid the Nintendo DS he wasn’t supposed to have, out of his pocket and started play “Star Wars” the game. After at least half and hour, he closed it and looked around. The line hadn’t moved much….

                                           Sanaa

                        (Point of View)

After half an hour, I was at the breaking point. I spotted a chair and dove for it. The chair was metal, but to me, it felt like feathers. I closed my eyes and fell asleep…

I woke with a start as a gruff voice said, “Wake up, young lady.”

I opened my eyes to see a young man shaking me.

“What?” I asked groggily.

“Why are you asleep?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I’m waiting for my parent at the ticket line…” I glanced at the booth as gasped. Only four couples were standing in line and NONE of them was my family!

I jumped up fast, startling the man.

Obviously, the man sensed that change in my mood. One moment, I was a sleepy 12 year old and the next moment I was a startled girl, all ALONE in the airport!

“Aren’t your parents here?” he asked.

“My, my parents are gone…”

“Well? Come on then. Let’s go and find them!” he smiled and called to another man, “Hold my place for me, Marty. I’ve got to get this girl to her family!”

About fifteen minutes later, we entered flight 24 and there, lo and behold, was my FAMILY!

“Is that them?” the man asked, following my gaze.

“Yes!” I cried running to them.

My brother was speaking quickly to my parents, “She isn’t around here!”

“You guys! I’m right here!” I cried.

“My mom turned to look at me, then at my brother, “See, I told you she wasn’t lost.

Sanaa

                             (Point of View)

I pushed open the car door as a large gust of wind blew fall leaves towards the large building, otherwise known as the airport. The building was made of glass and I could see brilliant white light emanating from the windows. My family, my mother, father, evil, oops, I mean, little brother, Faizan, got out of the car. My dad started looking around and my mom wrote down our parking lot number.

“You know,” I called to them, “We’re never going to get home if we set foot in that building.”

“Oh?” my mother replied absentmindedly,” Why do you think that, Sanaa?”

“Well, just take a look at that parking lot!” I cried, gazing at the expanse of cars that stretched to my right and left as far as I could see.

“Maybe,” my brother said, “you’ll get lost!”

The airport door slid open as my father pushed the button. Inside, I saw that the Los Angeles Airport resembled a circus.

There was a tall man in a top hat that looked like Abraham Lincoln arguing with rotund woman who was holding the, probably sticky hand of small toddler. There was a teenage girl about Sanna’s age, wearing a neon green jacket with neon yellow pants. Her hair was tied into five ponytails held by bright NEON pink hair bands.

  As we made our way through the odd assortment of people, I caught a glimpse of a long, long, LONG line ahead of us. When we reached the booth I saw that is said; TICKET LINE, in large, bold print.

“Are we really going to stand in that line?” I asked.

“Well, we have to,” my father shrugged and stepped into the line.

 Just as we were getting into the line, when a man, running and muttering like the rabbit from Alice in Wonderland squeezed in front of us.

                                 Faizan

                           (Point of View)

Faizan was tired. Slowly he slid the Nintendo DS he wasn’t supposed to have, out of his pocket and started play “Star Wars” the game. After at least half and hour, he closed it and looked around. The line hadn’t moved much….

                                           Sanaa

                        (Point of View)

After half an hour, I was at the breaking point. I spotted a chair and dove for it. The chair was metal, but to me, it felt like feathers. I closed my eyes and fell asleep…

I woke with a start as a gruff voice said, “Wake up, young lady.”

I opened my eyes to see a young man shaking me.

“What?” I asked groggily.

“Why are you asleep?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I’m waiting for my parent at the ticket line…” I glanced at the booth as gasped. Only four couples were standing in line and NONE of them was my family!

I jumped up fast, startling the man.

Obviously, the man sensed that change in my mood. One moment, I was a sleepy 12 year old and the next moment I was a startled girl, all ALONE in the airport!

“Aren’t your parents here?” he asked.

“My, my parents are gone…”

“Well? Come on then. Let’s go and find them!” he smiled and called to another man, “Hold my place for me, Marty. I’ve got to get this girl to her family!”

About fifteen minutes later, we entered flight 24 and there, lo and behold, was my FAMILY!

“Is that them?” the man asked, following my gaze.

“Yes!” I cried running to them.

My brother was speaking quickly to my parents, “She isn’t around here!”

“You guys! I’m right here!” I cried.

“My mom turned to look at me, then at my brother, “See, I told you she wasn’t lost.

 This is my Contest post, but since you have to write in one post it’s rather long.

              I know you’re thinking. We’re not real, right? We don’t exist? We’re just fantisiesed creatures used to delight five year old girls? Well, guess what, you’re wrong. We were real alright. As real as fairies and as pegasusas and all the other things you guys call make-believe. We were the Unicorns and this is our story.

First let me introduce myself. I am Mystic Breeze. I was chosen by the Unicorn Counsel to speak with you. (I will explain why later) I am an 100 year old unicorn whch in the short span of an human’s life equals to being an teenager. About 13 or 14. I have a white coat and white tail and mane.

 Anyway, about us. We lived on Earth. Back when the humans only covered up a small portion of the space. The woods were pleantyful and the streams and fresh water was not poluted. We lived a pretty good life compared to Earth’s condition now. Anyway, the trouble all started one Spring….

Moon Rise (a fellow Unicorn) and I were patrolling our borders. Not for humans,no, from Janters. Janters are these really big rat looking things. Except that they’re the size of bears and have sharp teeth and claws. Janters like to eat Unicorn Foals. As I was saying, Moon Rise and I were patrolling our borders, when we caught a rotten smell. It wasn’t a Janter though. Janters smell like berries, which is surpriesing, considering all the meat they eat. We pricked our ears and listened.

“Do you hear anything?” Moon Rise asked.

“Yes, it’s not a Janter, though,” I told her. Slowly the thing came closer. Moon  (call her that for short) and I stepped into our fighting stance. Suddenly a..what do you call them? Ah, yes, a dog came through the brush and bumped right into our legs.

“What in Rainbows?” I asked.

“Um..I’m sorry,” the dog mummbled,” I didn’t mean to..that is I was only…”

“Stop bubbleing and tell us what you were doing in our woods,” Moon snapped. She was really angry. Her grey tail swished wildly.

” I was, that is, I didn’t mean to intrude,” he said, his words were still in a jumble.

“What is your name,” I asked smoothly.

“Damper, miss,” he murrmered.

“And how old are you?”

“4 and a half month to be exact.”

“And what are you doing in our territory,” Moon put in,” Didn’t your mother ever tell you about not blundering in these woods? A Janter could have got you.”

“Sorry,” he mummbled,” But the Stable Horses sent me.”

“The Stable Horses?” I asked. The horses own by the humans? They were our reletivs, but they never contacted us.

“Yes, ma’m. They said that I should tell the Queen the message.”

“You want to see the Queen?” Moon asked scornfully,” A dog. In the Court Arena?”

“If youwon’t allow it then….” he turned to go.

“No, no,” I said hurriedly. I looked at Moon,” If he has a message for the Stable Horses, then it must be urjent.”

I looked at Damper,” It is a matter of urjency, is it not?”

“Of course,” he said polietly,” The Stable Horses said-”

“Leave what the stable horses’ message for the Queen,” Moon said.

She turned and stomped through the brush.

I smiled at Damper apolegeticly,” She doesn’t like outsiders.” We followed Moon to a large clearing at, leat as large as middle easter castle usually are, and strotted in. More than 100 Unicorns grazed and talked and goofed around.

“Wow,” Damper breathed,” The Stable Horses told me stories about this place, but I never imagined….”

I nickered,” Well, I’d really like to meat a Human, but I guess that’s no novalty to you!”

Damper laughed softly. I lead Damper across the clearing and past homes and shops. (Yes, we Unicorns have our Blacksmith and Storytellers). Then we approached an arch. It was tall. Tall enough for a horse to walk through. It was covered in ivy and had a ivy covering the entrence.

“Come on,” I nodded towards the gate. Slowly, Damper pushed past the ivy and entered. I followed closely behind. Inside, we were greeted by a peach colored Unicorn. My sister, Heather Heart. Heather thinks she is the most pretty and important Unicorn in the whole world! She always shoves the fact that she’s the Queen’s right-hand lady, while I’m one of the Queen’s warriors in my face. I usually ignore her.

“Hello, Mystic,” Heather said in her usual mocking tone.

“Heather,” I nodded curtly.

“Who’s…your friend?” she asked with distaste as she noticed Damper.

“This is Damper,” I introduce them,” Damper, my sister, Heather Heart.”

“Oh, an outsider. Why did you bring him here?” she asked.

“I..I have a message for your Queen, miss,” Damper stammered.

“The Queen. Not Your Queen. The Queen. Show some resepect you flee bag,” Heather snorted.

“Heather! He is our guest! Treat him politly,” I growled,”I don’t see him calling you a Stuck-up-no-good-selfish-prissy-main-comber.”

“Huh!” Heather snorted,”Come.”

She lead us into another clearing. This one was smaller and in the center a pong shimmer in the sun. On the bank, the Queen, Crystal Night, was helping a small foal, drink from the pond.

I had seen this ristual. I had gone through it. Every Unicorn had to drink from the pond. Why? That’s not a big secret. Listen. 

We waited a distance away and watched. The Queen nuged the small foal towards the pond. The foal was like every other newborn foal. Clear and see-through. Every-newborn foal is color-less until they drink from the Pond of Geniva. The pond gives them their color and later, when they become at least 100 years old  (13 or 14  in human ages), they drink from the pool again and get their powers.

The Queen nugged the foal again and it gave in, sipping up some of the water. I knew how it tasted. Like the best berries in the forest. Like the sweet milk of of your mother. Honey, grass and lots of other good things all behind the taste of fresh water. The foal shimmer and its coat turned to jet black. A small cresent appered in the center of its forehead.

“I, Queen Crystal Night, hereby claim you as one of my subjects. Shall you live a long and strong life and never stray from your home. I name you Cresent Fighter.” the Queen made her speech.

The foal’s mother, a white mare stepped from a corner of the arena. She strotted over to Cresent Fighter and nussled him. The two, mother and son, then left the arena. That’s when Crystal Night, Queen of the Unicorn saw us.

“Mystic Breeze? How may I assist you?” she asked in her sweet way.

“Not me, Your Highness, but Damper, Dog of Castles. He brings a message from the Stable Horses.”

Crystal glanced at Damper,” Come. We shall get comfertable before the message is reseved.”

The Queen lead us to a small grove of thick, fluffy grass. “Please, sit.”

Damper and I lay down. My legs were crossed under my body, but Damper’s front legs were sprawled out in front of him. His hing legs were under his body.

“Well,” Crystal Night aked,” What did you think of our Coloration Ceremony, Damper?”

“It..it was very…unique,” Damper stammered.

The Queen laughed,” I see. So what is this message you have for me?”

“It’s very bad news, I’m afraid,” Damper said,” The humans that live in the castle, they found a Unicorn Body.”

“What?” Crystal demanded,” What is this you are saying?”

“They were digging, miss,” Damper looked scared, as if he’d said something wrong,” I don’t know what for, but they found one of your dead. They body was nothing but bones, but the horn..the horn…”

He broke off.

“They found one of Disgraced,” the Queen mrmmured,” Ones who have dihonored the Counsil and the whole population of Unicorns. All the Unicorns’ that die, their horns are added to the Ball of Spirits. But the Disgraced are forgotten so they are buried with their horns.”

I satered at the Queen. I had never heard of the Disgraced.

“What did they do with the horn?” the Queen asked.

“They created a sword,” Damper said. He might as well have stabbed every single Unicorn in the heart (which by the way is the only way to completely kill an Unicorn) and not even added our spirts to the Ball of Spirts.

“A sword?” Crystal Night asked,” They created a sword with a Unicorn Horn?”

“Yes they call it the Viper Blade. It’s handle is designed into a viper and the blade is shiny and glows like a Unicorn’s horn,”

Both of us gasped. “Why have they created it?” I asked, dreading the answer.

“The Stable Horses said, it was to kill more Unicorns for more of their horns.”

Silence. Not the kind of peaceful silence you get on a warm summer night. No, this was a dreadful silence. The kind that makes you want to leave or make the whole forest explode with sound.

Suddenly the Queen was on her feet,” I must call an emergency meeting! The Council and every Unicorn in this glade!” She rushed to her outer room.

“I’m sorry,” Damper murrmered,” I didn’t mean to upset her.”

I smiled at him,” Don’t worrie, we’ll sttle everything soon.”

He smiled at me,” You’re Mystic Breeze, right?”

“Yes, and the Queen is Crystal Night,” I told him.

Just then the Queen returned,” I told Heather Heart to tell everyone about this insident. Will you two spread the news?”

“Of course, your majesty,” I stood up and bowed. Bending on of my forelegs I bent my head till it touched the ground.

We left the arena and sped around the gldes and meadows telling Unicorns about the Emergency Meeting.

“What’s it about,” most of them asked. We had to tell them that all we could say was that it was very dangerous matter.

“Probably the Janters,” someone muttered,” I hate those things.”

We had told everyone by sunset. By then everyone was heading to the Meeting Pavillion.

We followed them and reached the Pavillion. Well, it wasn’t exactly a Pavillion. It was really 200 trees bent by magic to create a cover over the large space of land from the sun and light. We entered the mossy area and looked around. i saw gas lamps hissing and sparking in all corneres, creating an orengy glow in every space of the Pavillion. I stood next to a large rock. It had a sort of cliff and the Queen was standing right on the ledge.

“Unicorns! Foals! Welcome to this meeting. I apolagize at the unplanned sceduale. The matter however came up at the hight of noon.” the Queen calledm,” I will get right to the point.”

She explained about the way Damper had come and told her about the Vipor Blade. Then she said something she hadn’t told me,” I have a solution! There is a wizard named Maldred who lives in these woods. He can help us. I shall send two Unicorns to his cottage and, if he will accept, i want to send the dog who bravely brought this message to us.” She looked at Damper.

“O-of course,” Damper stammered.

“Who are the two Unicorns?” a voice from the crowd asked.

“Since Mystic Breeze brought the dog to me, she shall go, and the other shall be Fair Star,” Crystal Night answered.

I smiled. Fair Star was a nice horse. The Queen dismissed the meeting.

***********************************

Later that night, we met the Queen in her arena.

“You three can’t leave on foot. The trip would take too long,” Crystal said, pacing back and forth.

“I know,” she said,” We’ll talaport you!”

“Cool,” I murmured.

We all stood in a triangular shape and the Queen bagan to chant,” Away with you, away with you! Somewhere else you should be. Through the forest and past the stream to a cottage of the the Magic Dweler!” A brilliant flash of light surounded us. Then when it faded, we were standing in front of a small cottage. An old man sat in a chair on the porch cried,” Stick a sword in a Unicorn’s heart, what on Earth are you doing here?”

“We are sorry, Wizard Maldred,” Fair said politley,” We need your help. I think Queen Crystal Night has informered you.”

“Yes,” Maldred sighed,” A great danger has befallen your kind.”

We didn’t know what to say so we were silent.

“Oh, confound it! I will help you! I’ve desided to open a gate to Until.”

“Until?” I asked,” What is that?”

“Not ”What is” its a “Where”, ” he said,” Until is a world without humans, though”

“When are you going to open it and where?” I asked.

“I will open it imedietly, that is, as soon as you keep your side of the bargin.”

“What do you want?” Fair asked.

“Have you not noticed? All the magic and happines comes from the Unicorns, if they leave, then all the magic will be gone and the happiness will be drained.”

“What can we do?” I asked.

“One Unicorn has to stay on Earth. The magic won’t come back, but the hapiness will remain faintly,” Maldred said.

We were silent. I thought of my family and the forset and the danger that threatened us. If one did not stay then all would be killed. I knew I couldn’t let that happen so that is the reason I volenteered myself. The Unicorns all went to Until. So did all the other magical creatures, when they were threatened. Only I and one of every magical creature remain. I roam the woods, keeping the hapiness from fading.

I am Mystic Breeze and I was chosen to tell you this. That we were the Unicorns, and this was Our Story….

Thanks!! I really hope you liked it

Ok so I read the whole seriies of Percy Jackson and the Last Olympian and I thought it was one of the most amazing thing I ever read.Well It’s inspired me to write my own book.(even though im 12) but i don’t want to steal any ideas from Rick Roirdan the author.Actually one of my dreams now so that soon he could ask me to continue the series when he moves on.So that I could bring joy to youg readers like me.but for now i need to know how to enforce my deas without stealinghis.but my stories will definately be about the gods and their children.

Drew Lucielle today. Drawing Azia and Silvia from Tania’s Bloodthirst starting tomorrow. If you steal my picture, I will gladly sue you, loves.

Lucielle: You sound really serious about that.

Me: I don’t particularly want to google ‘lucielle pics’ and find this on some other persons website without my knowing it.

JUST SO YOU KNOW, THE HEART ON HER ARM IS NOT A TATOO. IT IS SIMPLY SOMETHING SHE DREW ON HER ARM WITH WASHABLE MARKERS. Basically, it won’t be in the next picture she’s in, but it may be a smiley face.

One queen had many pets: two goldfish, three cats, four dogs, five guinea pigs, and three rabbits. She didn’t like them. She asked this person. The person’s name was Brooke. She asked if they could trade pets. And the queen said yes. She said, ” One guinea pig, for two goldfish.” It was a little bit quieter at the palace. And she fed the pets. She grabbed a guinea pig. It was a very squeaky one. She asked Brooke if they could trade. One guinea pig for one g0ldfish. Now he has five goldfish, three cats, four dogs, three guinea pigs, and three rabbits. That’s AWESOME!!!!

P.S. from Cacarrier: My little sister wrote this. She is six. Enjoy!

Eric was the first to respond. “3.1415!” he exclaimed. “Oh, Eric, I’m so sorry, that is incorrect!” “How would you know?” Eric asked angrily. “That’s the wrong pie! You are now invalid to answer!” “A round pastry often filled with fruit, considered delicious by many people?” Matthew looked embarrassed that he had answered. “Yes, correct!” I said.
        “It’s intese today in the stadium at the Kid  4  Prez election. Once again this is your host, Caroline. Matthew in the lead with zero votes and three question answers! Let’s hear it for Matt! Eric tied with Erin for second with two votes and no question answers! How about some applause for them! Next  question! How does one spell “matriarch”?”

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.

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.

OoOoOoOoOoO(INTERMISSION BUBBLES)OoOoOoOoOoO

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.

OoOoOoOoOoO(INTERMISSION BUBBLES)OoOoOoOoOoO

“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.

OoOoOoOoOoO(INTERMISSION BUBBLES)OoOoOoOoOoO

“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.

fans and even non fans please comment drama death camp plzzzzz i realy wana no is it good? bad? no 1 litterly comments ps i never couunt tweets metchened this on twitter or topsy or wat eva……pppppppppppllllllllllllzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz cccccccoooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeennnnnnnnttttttttttt im begging uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

I feel myself shake in anger.
How could he do this to me?
His love dous not egsist.
Questions are only what I see.
He’s gone,
Away.
What do I do?
And the shake that runs through me,
Is because of you.

Myself a Summer package chapter ONE

Laying on the grass on a hot summer day, my shirt stuck to my back in the thick heat. The wind’s questions leaked into my ears; “Why are you here? What is your purpose?” I looked up into the blue sky, the sun was shinning. The breeze envoloped me in a mellow package, wrapping me up in thoughts. Who would be my reciver,where would I end up? The air stuck on a postage stamp; a cool sprinkle that started suddenly to rain down. I awoke from my wrapping of  wonders, reality soothed back in.

“How long have I been laying here?” I asked myself aloud.

The air suddenly chilled, arising goose-bumps from my skin.

“Jade! Dinner!” My mother called, standing on the back porch, infront of the screen door.

“Coming.” I said, blowing a kiss to the sky above and heading back in for dinner.

*** Later that night

My bed sheets were soft, and my window was open, letting salty breezes ripple in from the ocean that was a block away. I wondered about school, only 2 short months to go until it was here. Of course nobody wanted to leave careless summer days behind for school work but I was excited; I was heading to the middle school this year. Finally I might get some more freedom, and I was looking foward to it. I wondered about my friends, all which were going to meet up with me at the beach tommorrow. I was going to see them after weeks of being cooped up in my house alone, I was so excited.

***the next day

“Mary and the others cant make it to the beach today Jade,” My mother explained to me.

“What? Why not?” I had been waiting for this day since the end of school!

“They’re going to some concert of some lady called Maddy Drama.” My heart sunk in an ocean of despair, right down to the bottom like an anchor.

My mother squeezed my shoulder; “Maybe some other time,” She told me.

I ended up going to the beach by myself, my mother came with me though.

“Don’t go too far in, Jade.” She warned, and I knew I wouldnt.

“Stupid friends! They couldnt even tell me before? I know they wouldnt able to just magically get tickets the day of the concert, they had to have booked it or something.” I talked to myself in anger, as I sliced through the water, hip deep so far. “They didnt even invite me! And they’ve done this before too.”

“Are you okay?” A voice asked, I turned around. It was a girl, she looked about 12, my age. She had long blond hair, braided thickly down her back.

“Umm..yeah. Just angry.”

“Angry at your friends?”

“Yup.”

“Blew you off?”

“Yea…”

“Don’t worry, in same situation.”

“Hey, don’t you live on my block?” I asked, noticing she looked familiar.

“Yea, Henritta?”

“Yes…” I looked at the water.

“Summer,” she said, I looked back, puzzled.

“Yea, it’s nice to have summer instead of school,” I finally said, ignoring the way she said summer, as if she was….introducing herself…………… “Oh! Hi, I’m Jade!” I caught on.

Summer laughed. “Hey, Jade,”

We ended up becoming pretty good friends, and she invited me over her house after the beach.

“Sure,” my mom answered for me, over hearing the question.

*** later

“No, they went to a concert.” Summer told me.

“Really? That same thing happened to me!” I exclaimed after she told me why she was at the beach alone today.

We played video games together, rode bikes, shooted some hoops, and then I went home.

“How was it, sweety?” Mom asked me, I smiled.

“Great.”

The next day Summer called me.

We headed to the beach, collected seashells, ate hot dogs, made a sand castle, and hid under the board walk in the shade.

I had totally forgotten about my other friends who had deserted me yesterday.

Then…I got a text from Jenny, one of my friends who had  went to the concert.

Wanna hang out tonight? The rest of us felt really bad about leaving you, so we wanna have a sleep-over. The text said.

I gasped, and texted back furisoly.

“What is it?” Summer asked me.

“Jenny,  one of my friends who had left for the concert just texted me saying she wanted me to come over tonight with the rest of them!” I answered, jumping for joy.

“Oh my gosh that’s great! I wish my friends would do that,” she laughed, although I knew inside it hurt.

“Maybe you can come with!” I said, thinking it would work out.

“Really?”

“Yea!” I texted Jenny back; can my other friend, Summer, come over?

Got a reply: Sure…I guess so.. as long as she isnt weird..how old is she?

I wrote back: She isnt at ALL! she 12

Jenny: Good age, bettaa nott b weirdo  oh ..we have the funniisttt stry to tell uuuuu! It hilarr!

I texted back: kks! cnt wait to hear itttt!

“You can come!”

***at party

I walked into Mary’s room, everyone was there; Jenny, Jessy, Mary, Taylor, Claire, Susan.

“Who’s that?” Mary asked, refurring to Summer, being rude.

“Summer,” Summer replied, placing down her bag.

“Jenny said I could bring her,” I told Mary off.

“Fine, whatever.” Mary looked from Jenny to me and shut her eyes. “I have the funniest story to tell ya’ll!” She screamed.

“You mean Summer and Jade,” Taylor said, “We were there, remember?”

“Yea, whatEVER!” Mary said, rolling her eyes. “At the concert, we saw these two girls with pillow cases on their heads and they were like: ‘Hello everyone, we are simone and Macy, the ghosts of this concert! Beware!” Mary laughed, and so did everyone else, including me…but not Summer.

I had to admit, that would be pretty stupid for someone to do.Even though it’s hilarous, i couldnt help but think that they might have actually wanted to be scary.

I pushed it out of my mind; No, they are just a bunch of losers. Dont pay attention to them.

“What, you dont get it?” Mary asked Summer, groaning.

“I just dont understand what’s so funny about it.” Summer answered.

Everyone laughed like a pack of hyenas.

“They were acting like idiots, duh.” Jenny told her.

“Oh,” She looked at the floor. What was wrong? She wasnt like this before.

“Okay girls! I have a story none of you have ever heard!” Jessy gloated.

Summer rolled her eyes, said nothing.

“So I was watching a new episode of  Soy Soy last night on demand,” Jenny began, everyone squeled in delight…except Summer. “And I noticed that Macy might like Tyler!” She said, everyone clapped and hooted…but Summer.

“OH MY F-ING GAWD! NOO WAY!! I CANT BELIEVE IT!” Mary hollered.

Mary had noticed Summer wasnt hooting or celebrating.

“What, you don’t know that show, Summer?” Mary asked, sneering her name.

“Of course I do, but I never watch it.” She answered, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms against her chest.

“Of course you don’t.” Mary smiled.

“Well apperantly you didnt watch it last night either, since you didnt know what was going on in it!” Screamed Summer, suddenly her rage boiled out.

“I watched it on demand, so none of you could have known.” Jenny answered, taking Mary’s side.

“Well who cares if i dont watch it?” Summer mumbled, keeping her cool.

Mary laughed, but she stopped suddenly, she looked at Summer and leaned over to Susan, “She has a wig on,” She whispered.

Susan laughed, and leaned over to tell Claire, but Claire didnt want to hear it.

Claire and I have been best friends since 2nd grade, and she didnt even get to go to the concert either, she was away in Florida yesterday. I knew she wouldnt have gone with out me anyhow, and I know she didnt laugh because she respected Summer.

Claire eyed me a warning signal, which I knew.

I nodded back, pointing towards Summer through with my eyes, telling Claire that i understood.

She nodded back.

Since Claire didn’t want to hear it, Susan bent over her to Taylor, once she heard she laughed out loud. Taylor passed it on, which made a chain reaction and a mob of whispers and giggles.

“Can we just stop?” I finally said.

“Stop what?” Mary asked, all innocently fluttering her eyelashes.

“Everthing,” I aswered.

“Why do you have such an additude today, Jade?” Mary got up, looking me in the eye.

“I don’t, you do! Stop picking on Summer!” I yelled, I hated this sleepover so far.

“Well you shouldn’t have brought her here, then! You know she doesn’t belong here.”

Summer’s eyes grew big, they teared up, her face got red.

“Does it look like anyone here wants Summer to stay?” Mary turned, asking the crowd of my “friends”  (All except Claire, because she is my Bestie!)

No one said a word.

Claire nodded, but Mary didnt notice.

Atleast they had the will power to not laugh and agree, but Mary took that as a no anyhow.

“See? She doesn’t belong here with us! Everyone is in an agreement; she. Is. A. LOOSER.”

Summer gasped, she inhaled sharply, her tears sobbed out, she fled the room, fled the stairs, fled the house, fled the block.

“Good, she’s gone, sorry about that Jade,” Mary told me, she took my hand in a cheesy comforting way. “In case you didnt notice, her hair was a wig.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked.

“That’s supposed to mean that she’s bald, duh.”

“So?” I didnt belive her, and I really didnt care either.

“She wouldnt just shave it off, nobody would do that, not even an idiotic person like her. She must have some sort of…disese.” She whispered sharply in my ear.

“No…no she doesnt! How DARE you judge my friend! YOU are the one with the attitude Mary, not ME!”

I ran out of her room and her house, looking all around in the warm night for Summer.

“Summer!” I shouted, over and over.

My feet carried me around so many blocks, I couldnt find her.

Was she at her house? Probably.

I ran  to it as fast as I could, collapsing on her lawn.

“Summer” I whispered, seeing the stars.

No answer.

I am Jordyn,
I am prod to be.
I walk through this garden,
And its just me.
This Sydney flower is not planted at all.
Theres just a bunch of Jordyn flowers-
Both rise and fall.
They sometimes have this object-
Very familer it is to.
But I’v never seen a flower named Sydney, or Carie, or Lulu.
Just a bunch of Jordyn flowers.
To the bore I sighed.
But theres something odd-
Thers this wall that I must clime,
Its magical to.
And every time I fall,
A flower grows without a clue.
And some say at the top theres something everyone wants,
But if your rotten forget it.
So what.
You will sufer great pain and wil continuly die.
Until confess without question why.
So you must know I live this garden of Jordyn-type fruits, vegies, flowers, and trees I lust.
But I will always tell you- there is no Sydney stuff.

The box, the box was my only option. So, I put the puzzle back together and hid what I really felt. Because no one would understand, Mom had stuff to do, she wouldn’t listen. Oh, and Grandma, no, she is just out of the question…We haven’t spoken since 7:00 at night when she told me to turn out the lights.

Yeah, I was broken, I thought I couldn’t make it. I thought about how it would feel to run away and I knew this chaos wouldn’t end either way. I had it all planned out, my life, my hopes, my dreams; But it was all taken away and I swore I’d find the thieves. But all I saw was little old me, What have I done? Who would blame me? Who would slap me in the face and put my shame up like a banner? These questions haunted me but even though…I couldn’t find out.

It was all gone, every oppurtunity I had ever reached for. It flew away and shattered to pieces like some puzzle or a frozen Reeses pieces. I had it all, the money, the popularity, every body knew my name, and then in a second I was rated Lame.

And in the end, I put all my feelings into a box and burried it; I swore to myself I’d never open it. I’d never touch the thing ever again, I would never open it up and burden my dreams. Because I cried, I cried like I a seven year old wanting her Mom.

Because I had lost the chance to become more than just That Kid.

Are they like me?

I stared out at the Pacific. My mahogany eyes focusing in and out.  I was thinking. I was always thinking.

I know what’s on the other side. What I want to know though…Is who? I have always felt lone. Alone and out of place….

Would this person be like me? Would they be shy, smart, and confused. Were they looking out to the ocean? I feel them there. I know them. But I don’t. I know they’re there. But who are they? Is it a boy or a girl? Do they believe in fate? Do they draw crosses in their notebooks when they have writer’s block? Do they want a place in the world? Do they dream of a place that doesn’t exist? Do they cry sometimes and not know why? Are they lactose intolerant?  Do they prefer fruit to candy? Do they stay up late into the night and sleep until noon? Do they want to never awake, even when it’s a nightmare?Do they love scary stories and laugh when everyone else screams? Do they love zombie movies? Are they broken? Are they lost? Are they searching for someone else who will except them?

Are they like me?

Sadness

           Anger

                    Death

                             Tragedy

                                       Fear

                                              Despair

                                    Snap awake

                             In a cold sweat

                     Relief

                         Only

                              To

                                   Return

                                          Again

                                 To the

                       Realm

                  of

                           a

                                Nightmare.