Stories by Alyssa K

Frederick the Count

2011-10-16T16:55:00.005+08:00

So for my book I got a bit bored so I decided to make one of my characters write a cheesy romance. Though it's not so much a cheesy romance as much as a really bad one.

I decided on posting it here, since this blog doesn't receive as much love from me as before. However, this story may very well just lower the overall known standard of my writing, but whatever, you be the judge.

Dedicated to my sister Christen Koh, lover of romance and other weird things.

One fine day, as Frederick the Count was pacing in the strawberry fields, he noticed a girl at the river. “Why, what is that person doing?” he asked himself, as was his habit. “I know everyone from around here, so whoever could she be?”

He hurried over to the river to take a closer look, but alas! When he arrived, she was nowhere to be found. He noted that it was very strange and that he needed to find out who she was. She seemed to be quite beautiful.

The next day, he went to the strawberry fields again. After pacing for about 40 minutes, he saw the girl again. He squinted at her and saw that she was doing nothing. She was sitting, and she was staring, but her hands seemed to be idle and her legs were absolutely still.

Frederick the Count stared at her as he went closer. He did not want her to get out of sight. However, when he arrived, she was not there at all!

“I am seeing a mirage,” he said.

“No you are not” a voice replied from behind him.

Frederick the Count turned around and came face to face with the girl. She was lovely, and he felt himself go weak in the knees. Never before had he seen such beauty on a woman.

“Excuse me; may I know your name?” Frederick asked gallantly.

“Why should I tell you? You are just a stranger.”

She was feisty. Frederick the Count smiled.

“Why, I am not just a stranger, I am a count. Allow me to introduce myself. Frederick the Count at your service.” He bowed, using the suavity that he tried out only on the most special women.

The girl clutched at her throat, seemingly touched. “Well, I suppose I will have to see you again if you want to know my name,” the girl returned, suddenly walking off.

Frederick the Count grabbed at her hand and stopped her. “Please do not leave. I must know your name,” he said desperately. “No” was all she said. She then pulled away from his grip and ran away, being too quick for the Count.

Frederick the Count could not wait to see the lovely maiden again. He recalled her lovely brown eyes and wavy chocolate hair. She was perfection itself. He could not stop thinking about her. All day long he dreamed about learning her name. He dared not even guess what it could be. He already knew that it would be something that would amaze him greatly.

The following day, he went out to the strawberry fields to meet her. At 7 a.m. he was there, but there was no sign of the charming girl. He waited until midnight to see her but she never came.

The next day and the day after that he did the same thing. He went to the fields in the early morning and waited until midnight for her, but the lovely girl was nowhere to be found.

On the fourth day Frederick the Count wept. He was afraid for himself. He knew that he already was so in love with the girl, that even if she never came back, he would never stop going to the strawberry fields every day. His devotion touched even his assistant’s hard heart. It was amazing.

Finally, on the fifth day, Frederick the Count saw his maiden at the river. With screams of joy he ran towards her.

“My love, oh my beautiful love, I have found you at last,” he said happily, holding her in his arms. “Where were you whilst I searched?”

The girl smiled into his face, tears in her eyes.

“I was testing you. Only if you had really loved me you would have come unceasingly, and you have. Did you think of me always, my dear Frederick?” The girl smiled amidst her wet eyes.

“Oh, my love!” Frederick the Count exclaimed, wiping away her glistening tears. “If thoughts were mere glances, I was staring at you the whole time.”

The two embraced passionately, and Frederick the Count kissed her gently.

“I love you, and I love you. Will you marry me, my beautiful love?”

“Oh Frederick! I never thought that you would love me so deeply! Yes, yes, a million times yes, I could never say no to love’s happy ending.”

The two kissed deeply again, and they walked off happily into the sunset, ready to plan a beautiful life together.

The End.

(By the way if you were wondering, her name is Bianca. I just thought of that. Isn't that a pretty name?)

unfortunacy

2011-06-21T16:46:00.000+08:00

WRITERS BLOCK

Cucumbers

2011-01-19T22:26:00.006+08:00

Once there was a morbidly self-obsessed girl named Opal. Tall, thin, and quite unstable, she had frequent dizzy spells and random fainting fits. She was quite scary in actuality. But then, this story isn't about her; no, it is about the curious man who lived next door.

His name was Oliver, a kind, quiet, even handsome sort of man. Or at least that was what he seemed like on the surface. No one really knew him. Even his surname and other particulars were not made known to the public.

He seemed friendly, but no one dared to call on him or even wave hello. He was kind, but rather threatening. No one felt easy around him, and some even speculated crime and drug usage to be in his past.

They were almost correct about Oliver's strange disposition, but in everything else they were very deadly wrong.

Oliver was actually the second-in-line prince of the land, who had come looking for a wife from a little town. Commoners attracted him, and he wanted to marry a sweet, responsible, frank woman with good character and a quite possibly a very beautiful face.

But then, these things are very hard to do, especially when you're an undercover prince in a foreign town where people think you're mentally deranged. It was difficult, but Oliver had learned to adapt to these naturally upsetting things.

Now Oliver, (whose real name was Henry Roberto Thomas John II) had been thinking about this girl named Georgiana, a rich girl with good prospects and a pleasant temperament to match. Georgiana was almost his dream girl.

Oliver had watched her go to school every morning, where she would go to teach the children English and sewing. Oliver loved her dark red hair, glittering green eyes, creamy complexion and tinkling laugh. All the normal fluffy stuff guys interest themselves in.

But she did have a pleasing figure and a lovely countenance. She was almost perfect, and Oliver was mad about her. He could never stop thinking about her. He wanted to marry her, but there was one downside to all his planned wooing. Everyone in town was afraid of him.

Oliver was so tempted to reveal his identity but that was a bit too risky. Maybe people would make false declarations of love or assume artificial friendships. Another downside to this would be the ensuing vanquishing of his freedom.

Oliver was quite stupid I suppose; he wasn't much of a planner, as this situation proves. Well anyway, Oliver finally decided to go ahead and court Georgiana. He wasn't sure how to do it, but he resolved that he should carry out this trying task.

So on the nearest morning of a school day, Oliver waited in his garden to greet his lovely lady. He spotted her from afar, and he so he quickly practiced some suave facial expressions. But alas! Opal, his neighbour, spotted him and went to ask him a question about vegetables.

"How do you get your tomatoes to be so red?" Opal asked, her monotonous voice scratching the insides of Oliver's ears.

"I don't grow tomatoes," Oliver stated quickly, turning his head so that he would be facing Georgiana when she came. But still, Opal was quite unaware of this.

"You grow capsicums," she said.
"Mm," Oliver said, glancing at the ground for a second.
"How do you grow those?" Opal asked.
"I don't know."
"But- they're in your garden."
"So they are."
"Are you going to tell me how you grow them are are you going to stare at Miss Georgiana the whole time?"
"Yes."
"What?"
"Mm."
"You like Miss Georgiana."
"Mm."
"You like Miss Georgiana?"
"Yes!" Impatiently.
"You like Miss Georgiana!"
"HAVEN'T WE ALREADY ESTABLISHED THE FACT THAT I LIKE MISS GEORGIANA?!" Oliver screamed.

Georgiana looked at Oliver shyly before hurrying away, embarrassed. Oliver was extremely humiliated. He glared at Opal and stormed into his house.

His plans had failed, and Opal was to blame. His anger flamed as he stewed in his living room. Opal; stupid, asinine, interfering, careless Opal. He clenched his fists and punched his table.

Then he stood up and when to his room to contemplate his sorry life. It didn't do him any good. He was still angry, and he wanted to do something drastic. He sorted it out in his head, and he was very very sure that Opal would not get in the way of these plans.

So for the rest of the day, he tried on all his black tight clothes and finally found the right pair of jeggings and turtleneck. He looked kind of weird, but he was quite sure that no one would see him.

At 9 p.m., Oliver set out from his house and crept over to Georgiana's house. He knew her bedroom window and he peeked in. Georgiana was lying on her bed and writing in her diary. She was the kind of person who would read aloud whatever she wrote, so Oliver had the privilege of knowing what was on her mind.

"...It was very strange today, when I was walking to school and I heard Mr. Oliver declare that he likes me. I don't know what to make of that though. He is handsome and quite amiable, but he quite scares me. There's something so formidable about him. Also I don't know if Mamma would let me marry him, for he's so poor!" At this Georgiana closed her book and went to brush her hair.

Oliver sighed happily. He felt he had made the right choice. He felt so enamoured by Georgiana's innocent and truthful speech. He then remembered his plan, and he was justified in his heart. "I'm doing the right thing," he thought confidently.

He jumped off the tree he was sitting in and ran all the way back to his house. When he was in his garden he glanced at Opal's cottage and shuddered. "I'm doing the right thing," he told himself.

Oliver ran into his house and grabbed an axe, a shovel and a packet of chloroform wet wipes. He was very afraid about what he was going to do but he was very determined to carry out his task.

He ran out and in about 5 hours, he completed his task. His hands were very dirty and very bloody but it was worth it. He was shaking very hard. He hoped no one would be too angry with him. He dropped into his bed with a heavy heart, anxious about what people would say.

The next morning, he was woken up very early by a great knocking on his door. He rushed downstairs, half-asleep. When he opened the door, he was greeted by a very irate Opal.

"WHAT IS GOING ON BETWEEN YOU AND MISS GEORGIANA??" she demanded. Oliver peered outside and looked at his garden lawn. He couldn't help but laugh.

"YES, I WILL MARRY YOU!" were the words written across his lawn in broken branches and various leaves and roots.

"She must've hurt her delicate hands from all the cutting!" Oliver exclaimed, glancing at Opal's now bare lawn save for the glaringly obvious large brown holes of uprooted trees.

"You should be glad you didn't touch my pumpkins! Those are the only vegetables I can properly grow in my garden!" Opal shouted.

Oliver ignored her. Georgiana was now walking towards his house. He proceeded towards her and breaking out into a run, he broke out into a big smile.

Georgiana ran too, faster, until the two of them met together in a crushing embrace. "I don't care whether Mamma lets me marry you! I suddenly love you!" Georgiana declared. Oliver laughed and kissed her face, too intoxicated with excitement to care about his big secret anymore.

"Georgiana, I've got something to tell you," Oliver said. "What is it, dearest?" Georgiana asked, resting her head against his chest.

"I am not actually named Oliver," he said nervously. Georgiana looked at him, surprised. "I am truly Henry Roberto Thomas John the Second! I am the second in line for the throne!" Georgiana looked at him and laughed.

"Oh Oliver, I don't care! I'm just overwhelmed with my strange, overflowing love for you!" Georgiana exclaimed, in her frank, innocent way. Oliver laughed, his fears relieved. He kissed her again and they two of them embraced there in the middle of the road, ignorant and oblivious to the world outside their very own.

Opal stomped her foot at them and ran home, despairing over the present condition of her barely-thriving potatoes.

So I can safely say, with the exception of Opal and the landscape crew, they all lived quite sweetly ever after. The End.

Yellow yarn

2010-12-19T23:48:00.000+08:00

"Hello everyone! I am Rocky the clown! You want to see some magic tricks?" The children screamed. "Yes, yes we do!" they chorused.

Rocky pulled a bouquet of flowers out of his box. "Beautiful!" he exclaimed. The children laughed, fairly amused.

A flock of doves flew out of the clown's box. "Oh dear!" he shouted, while the children giggled madly. The clown gave a sad face and bumbled about while the crowd voiced their immense pleasure.

Meanwhile, somewhere at the back of the swarming crowd of toddlers and parents, a curious young lady stared. She was very interested in this little show.

She slowly pushed through the crowd and went nearer as her heart thump-thump-thumped. She blushed as the clown looked all around, once looking straight at her.

She grabbed a seat near the front and looked at the clown, fascinated. She couldn't understand why she was feeling so flushed and nervous.

Then she realised. The girl was amazed. She was in love. Oh dear. With a clown? What would her dear mother say? For a moment she was afraid. Then she looked at him again, and her heart fluttered.

After the show was over, she looked around frantically for him. This is madness, she told herself. She was in love with a clown? What was so wonderful about him?

She thought it over in her head. He had a nice voice, and his shirt was cute. Other than that..? She couldn't understand why, but she loved him so.

Then, she spotted him by the desserts table. With her heart beating ever-so-quickly, she approached him. She was blushing quite terribly.

"Hello," she said shyly. Rocky looked at her and smiled.
"Hello there! What's your name?" She blushed.
"My name is Barbara." she replied.
"Aww, how cute! Want a balloon?" Barbara's heart fluttered.
"Sure. I mean, yes. Please."

Rocky laughed and pulled a pink balloon out of his large shirt pocket. He pumped it up and sculpted a poodle. He handed it to Barbara and gave her a sticker with it.

Barbara giggled nervously. Was he trying to say something to her? She moved closer to him. Rocky raised his eyebrow.

"You want another balloon?" he asked. Barbara shook her head and pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear, smiling sweetly in a nervous manner. Rocky looked at her, his eyes wide open.

"Are you...?" He made motions with his hands. Barbara gulped. Could he... tell?

"You're funny." Barbara said, her voice shaking slightly. Rocky looked uncomfortable. "I like your-- doublet."

Rocky was feeling a little creeped out. "Umm, I--"

Barbara smiled, a great big smile, displaying rows of lightly yellowed teeth. "I liked your, uh show. It was... cute."

Rocky gave her a stern look. "How old are you really?" Barbara licked her lips. "Not much younger than you," she giggled.

Rocky was losing his patience, and his hunger was killing him. "Please tell me now." Barbara closed her eyes for a few seconds.

"Fifteen," she said finally. Rocky wrinkled his nose. "I'm eleven years older than you," he said, quite disgusted.

Barbara smiled slightly. "That's okay," she whispered. Rocky glared at her, his stomach rumbling. "You are too young and too immature for me. Please leave me alone and go back to your mother."

Barbara was taken aback. "But--" Rocky put out his hand to stop her. "Please," he said.

Barbara's eyes filled with tears. Was the clown rejecting her? She started to sob. "But-- I-- You-- We-- My mother-- This--" Rocky removed his gaze from, and Barbara abruptly turned and ran, her heart aching painfully.

Her first ever rejection! From a clown no less! Barbara sat by a large white pillar and wept, her eyes and feelings hurting from all her recently inflicted pain.

How could she ever love another now? Barbara looked down into her lap and wiped away the tears from her eyes. All hope had been lost, and would be so from now on until the end of time.

Misery's diary

2010-11-18T17:21:00.005+08:00

I'm an idiot for believing that he shall ever return. No, he's gone, and it's all my fault. I was far too careless with my words. Cassie's always scolding me, calling me thick and useless. Dania tells me that I'm too unaware. So yes, I agree that I am those unpleasant things, and more. I hate myself for being so stupid.

Then, of course, there's this whole issue of missing him. I'm disallowing my worthless self from missing him. He was Dania's, anyway. I mean, she did dump him, and he was never mine--only almost--so I am not allowed to retain any more wistful sentiments in regards to him.

I did fancy that I loved him, and he me, but those were silly thoughts. He was still mad about Dania, and was I just--oh my, yes--the rebound girl. Oh no. To think I believed that he was interested in me.

Oh I am a reckless fool. Like as if he would care for ugly, senseless me. I never struck his fancy in the least. Oh all those times we talked. I thought we were going somewhere. What a pretty little mess I had been making. Oh asinine me.

But there. I need to stop dwelling in the past. I was a fool, and he left. End of story.

Oh that fateful day. I know where I went so horrible wrong. I now know. I really am a senseless fool. I should never ever ever in 3 billion centuries have mentioned that offensive little word, but I did, and I shan't ever forgive myself.

Tragedy

2010-11-18T16:57:00.002+08:00

Cole was pining for Denise. She was pretty with a lovely figure and irresistible eyes. Only she did not know him. That was why Cole pined for her so.

Denise was with Jay, a hot guy with very chocolaty abs. They were a beautiful couple; even Cole thought so. Still, he pined for Denise.

Denise sang. She was a marvellous singer with voice-belting techniques and a voice that spanned four octaves. When Denise sang, people fell in love. When she sang, Cole pined for her.

Then one day, Jay broke up with Denise. He wanted to focus on his modelling career and Denise was killing his opportunities.

Naturally, Denise was deeply upset. She decided to go to get some coffee and some fatty foods. She took her car out and drove to the 'coffee and tidbitz' shop.

She ate and drank ravenously. She was immensely depressed. "Stupid Jay," she thought, all the while Cole pined for her.

When Denise was driving home, a newly-licensed driver hit her car and it spun numerously, ending with a loud crash. Denise died in the ensuing flames, and her misfortune was named by police as 'reckless suicide'.

Cole was shattered. How he pined for Denise.

Eviction

2010-10-22T23:00:00.003+08:00

I've decided to discontinue my 'Odd' series. Reasons being mostly because it's rather stupid and foolish. I won't delete them but I'm telling you, you will not enjoy reading them.

That's all, have a nice day.

Locket

2010-10-20T21:49:00.009+08:00

Once upon a time there was a girl whose name was Doris. She was a nice girl, with a pleasant countenance. A good friend and all that. She was just your average nice girl except for one thing. She had a terrible taste in men.

When she was just sixteen, she had met this guy who was around 18 years old. He seemed like an okay guy, but he was in reality an alcoholic. He drank beer everyday and reeked of body odour. Doris fell terribly in love with him.

He's cute and funny, she said. He's wonderful and kind, she said. She was wrong. He killed himself two weeks after he had met Doris due to insobriety in the kitchen.

When Doris was 19, she fell in love with a boy in her art class. He was 17 and very immature. Doris liked him because he was nerdy and 'cute'. So Doris was very kind to him. Too kind. He found out about her crush on him and he went mad after that. He killed all his father's cows and buried himself alive.

When Doris was 22, she had her first boyfriend. He was horrid. He was rich and snobby. He hated children and ate smoked octopi for dinner almost everyday. Doris was so madly in love with him that she didn't care that he hated her family.

People said that it was a good thing that he had gotten into a bar fight and got his face burnt off. He then died because the face transplant surgery was an utter failure.

One would think that Doris would have been mortally sad by now. But noooo. She had found a dude online who, after 6 'successful' online dates, had proposed marriage. Yes! she had said, without hesitation.

Her family pleaded with her. Refuse him now, they urged. He could be a serial killer! Doris ignored them. She was certain that she had found the one.

Doris went to the airport to meet him. He was tall and lanky and he smelled like old clothes. Doris hugged him and in five days they got married.

His name was Lance, and he was a weird person. He ate white bread for breakfast, salad for lunch, and a chicken drumstick for dinner. He didn't tell jokes, he didn't clean his messes, he bathed once a month.

Doris got awfully tired with him, but she put up with it. Then one day, he just disappeared from the face of the earth. No one could find him. (or was it that no one wanted to find him?)

Doris became lonely. She wanted someone to love and to cherish. Someone to pay her bills. Reluctantly, she went to find a job.

She found work at a boutique near her mother's house. There she met a charming young man named Jonny, who was extremely handsome.

He was an effeminate lad of about three and twenty years of age, terribly vain and remarkably rich. Doris was madly in love with him by the time he had browsed through three clothes racks. He had sparked her wild fancy and she hoped that he would be a regular customer.

The next day he came again, with a classy black handbag made out of silk roses sewn together. He bought some pairs of skinny jeans and a cream blouse from the plus size woman's section.

Doris loved his boldness. She could barely hold her excitement in when she was asked to serve him at the counter. "Cash or credit?" she asked, her voice octaves lower than normal.

Jonny smiled suavely, his beautiful white teeth visible. Doris nearly fainted. "Credit please." he said, his voice dripping with loveliness. Doris gulped and stared at him for a long time.

Jonny's smile was growing less happy. "Excuse me," he said to the other shop assistant (her name was Kristen, but that doesn't matter). "I want to buy these."

The latter looked at Doris and growled in anger. She begrudgingly went to serve Jonny and told her boss later. Doris got fired.

Doris was upset, but that wasn't going to deter her from seeing her beloved Jonny. She skulked around the boutique everyday to catch glimpses of the one her heart loved.

One day, about two weeks after Doris' job had been terminated, Jonny walked into the shop with not a designer handbag on his arm but a very beautiful woman. Doris was shattered. Who was this woman? Who gave her the right to hold Jonny's arm?

Doris was confused, and then furious. She burst out from the jeans rack and grabbed the woman's neck. Everyone screamed. Doris shook the woman madly and shouted in pure, unadulterated anger:

"YOU HORRID WOMAN! NO WAIT, I SHOULDN'T EVEN CALL YOU A WOMAN! YOU'RE SCUM! I HATE YOU FOR RUINING MY LIFE, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

The woman fell to the floor in death. Doris laughed triumphantly and grabbed Jonny's arm. "You're mine!" she exclaimed.

Jonny screamed in fear and exited the shop in a great hurry. Unfortunately for him, Doris was still holding on to his arm. He screamed and screamed until Doris suddenly became deaf.

Doris fell to the ground, shocked at what had happened. Why couldn't she hear? Why weren't the birds singing? Why wasn't the melodious voice of Jonny in her ears?

Doris started to sob. Her life was meaningless already. She dragged herself to a nearby cliff, situated right next to the town for all emotional citizens' convenience, and she threw herself off.

The rocks at the bottom pierced through her skin and damaged Doris' skull. Her body was battered and bloody, but the piranhas soon cleared it up. Soon, all that was left was a golden key that sunk to the ocean floor.

No one saw it, no one knew about it, but it was a token, a charm of remembrance to the aquatic life, of the girl who knew nothing about common sense and died a would-be heroic death if not for the ridiculous nature of the passing away.

No one missed her, least of all Kristen.

Odd (3)

2010-10-16T11:53:00.004+08:00

My phone rings. I grunt and answer it. "Hello?" I say. The other person on the line screams. I drop my phone. I can still hear screaming. I pick up the phone and speak into it.

"Nan? Why are you screaming?" I ask.
"A cockroach just ran past me! KYAAAAAAA there it is again! Kill it! Kill it! Oh yeah, hi Nadine."
"Oh okay, what's going on?"
"Did you hear-- EEEK! Kill it!"
"What??" I ask, intrigued.
"Wait, let me go to my room." I hear Nan run and a door opens and then closes.
"Okay, did you hear?"
"Whaaat??" I ask, impatient.
"Holly's got a boyfriend!" Nan squeals.
"WHAAT!"
"Yes! Oh my! I don't know how it happened."
"Why- Who- She- How- Where did you hear it?"
"Daryl told me."
"DARYL!? Your brother!?"
"Yes, apparently the boyfriend is a friend of his."
"YOUR BROTHER IS NINETEEN!"
"I KNOW RIGHT! WHY IS HOLLY WITH SUCH AN OLD GUY!?"
"EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!"
"His name is Tony."
"UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
"He's cute."
"AIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHH!!"
"You scream too much. I'll see you in school."
"Bye."
"Bye."

Nan hangs up and I make a face. Oh this is horrid. How could Holly do such a thing? Without telling us? I grunt and get ready for school. When I go downstairs, I see Nan waiting for me on my porch. I say goodbye to my mother and go off with Nan.

"How could Holly be so betrayalistic? I am so angry with her." Nan fumes. I nod. "Tony. What a horrid creep. He's stolen Holly's brain!" I mutter.

When we arrive at school, I spot Holly sitting by herself under a tree. "Like why is she under a tree." Nan grumbles. We decide to ignore her, because we're miffed. Then Holly sees us.

"Hello!" she says to us, grabbing our arms. I look away, still ignoring her. "Like why are you having a boyfriend." Nan says to Holly. I look at Nan and frown.

Holly colours. "What?" she says. "A boyfriend!?" I turn to face her. "Hmm, Tony. Does that ring a bell??" I turn away and run into school. I am so T.O.ed.

At lunchtime Nan and Holly are sitting together. They wave me over and I sit down reluctantly. "Nadiiiine! Holly doesn't have a boyfriend!" Nan shouts. I look at Holly. She's blushing. Nan laughs. "It was all a misunderstanding," she says, swatting the air at me.

"You see, Tony's been sending Holly messages and asking her stuff because he likes her I think but anyway Holly doesn't like him so he was probably boasting to Daryl. I think Daryl's a twit for believing that retard." Nan wipes her mouth with a tissue paper and bites her sandwich.

Holly nods, her face still reddish-pink. She gives me her phone and tells me to look through the messages. I look and nod, concluding that Tony was and would probably always be a creep.

"Why are old guys so weird?" Nan says, licking mustard off her wrist. "They're twisted." Holly offers. I shrug. Nan scowls. "I'm going to tell my brother off for having such stupid friends. He's such a retard for making friends with such pig-headedness."

I sigh. "All guys are weird at some point. I suppose we shouldn't be so over-dramatic." Nan looks at me and rolls her eyes, but she stops raving.

Holly eats a cherry tomato from her bag of organic produce. I look at Nan. She's got a whole bag of sandwiches stuffed with chopped onions drenched in mustard. I look down at my cafeteria lunch and gag. Damp chicken nuggets, soggy fries and a bowl of artificially coloured ketchup grace my tray. I push it away and decide to bring my own lunch next time.

When school ends, Nan walks me home and I say goodbye to her. I hear my mother cooking. I go to the kitchen. "Hi ma." I say. She smiles at me, looking really happy.

"Your pa has finally employed someone to help him in the cafe." I smile. "That's good." I say. My mother grins. "Actually, he's from your school and I think he's quite nice." I am shocked, and I try to stop a hopeful thought of mine from growing.

"His name is--" The back door opens, cutting my mother off. "Oh, look, Nadine." my mother says. I look and nearly faint. My suspicion was correct.

Odd (mini introduction)

2010-09-30T19:52:00.009+08:00

I think I haven't introduced the main people in my story yet. I guess I'll do it now.

I have two best friends, Nan and Holly. Nan is absolutely mad. She loves watching fights and gardening. Holly, she's the shyer one who get embarrassed really easily. She is also a bit of a geek.

I also have three sisters. One older and two younger. The older one is named Claudia. She's considered the Personality of the four of us. She's tall and she's one of the most fun people I know. She also has a way with people. Claudia will say the weirdest things and people think it's cool.

My second sister is named Anna. She's considered the Beauty. She's extremely beautiful. She has the perfect complexion, the perfect teeth, the perfect hair, and the perfect body. She's terribly popular with the boys in school; but she doesn't have that great a personality.

My youngest sister is named Emmeline. She is considered the Talent. Emmeline is small, but she's amazing. She sings marvelously, plays quite a large number of musical instruments, dances most types of dances, draws pretty pictures, and embroiders beautifully.

As for me, I'm considered to be the Brains. I suppose one could say that I am fairly clever. I score in tests, do my all homework, etc. etc. I'm pretty boring, I guess, but well, someone has to be that way, right?

There's also The Gorgeous Guy. I still don't know his name and I know nothing of him except that he's really good looking and doesn't seem to like fights.

Then there are other people around but they're not so important. I'll describe them in detail much later on.

All right, that's all for now.

Anything

2010-09-26T17:15:00.007+08:00

I've just added a search box just in case you want to locate a story using something other than categories. Now you can look for whatever you want and find it, unless I don't have it.

Also, don't trust the dates on some of the stories. They aren't really reliable because sometimes I write stories and complete them months later. The dates are always of the day I started writing and in my opinion it's very weird. So don't believe them.

That's all, thank you for reading!

[UPDATE: I removed dates on posts so you don't really have to worry about them except for in blog lists etc.]

Cats and Christmas

2010-07-19T16:03:00.005+08:00

Once there was a human sized cat named Marlo. He had a long tail and pretty and curly whiskers. His mother's name was Patty and his girlfriend's name was Bobbilinda. He was a happy cat.

Marlo lived on a secluded island named Ga near the North Pole. Santa Claus was his best friend and they regularly met up with each other to have tea and maybe some cookies with green and/or red sprinkles.

One day, on the 5th of December, Santa Claus decided to start his annual toy production. Marlo went over to Santa's trendy upscale apartment to talk about Santa's business plan. Marlo was a very clever cat, and in no time at all, they were able to figure out the best way to go that Christmas.

When the meeting ended, Marlo licked some sprinkles off his paw and proceeded to leave. Suddenly, an elf ran into the room and screamed very loudly, his cute little hands on his smooth milky-white cheeks.

Marlo was frightened, and he ran away. Santa looked at the elf and told him to stop screaming. The elf dropped his hands and started to pant. "Sorry, oh wise Santa, but I bring grievous news. Your wife, Mrs. Claus, has fainted in the toy room and is now rendered unconscious."

Santa jumped up and ran out the door, leaving the elf in the living room. The elf shrugged and went to look in the refrigerator.

Meanwhile, Santa called Marlo on his cell and informed him of his wife's accident. Marlo rushed to the factory and went to comfort poor Mr. Claus, who was sobbing uncontrollably in the sick room, his wife's limp hand in his.

Marlo patted Santa's shoulder and left the room quickly and awkwardly, because he felt uncomfortable with crying men. He ran out of the factory and went home, where a plate of steak lay on the counter, with a note from his housekeeper.

"Sory I em out toddy, n-joy ure meal :)" Marlo sighed and ate his steak, then he went to his room to weep in silence. He was very tired, and his missed his brother Edward.

The next day, Santa called Marlo up. "My wife is better now. She's still a little weak though. The doctor says that we should go on holiday because there's too much stress in her life. Can you take over the Christmas plans for me?" Actually, Santa Claus was lying. He was sick of Christmas duties and he wanted to run away forever.

Marlo, being the good and faithful friend that he was, agreed immediately without thinking practically. Bobbilinda would probably have scolded him for it if she had been there, but Marlo was too happy with the thought that he was giving instead of receiving that Christmas. He totally had the Santa Claus complex.

He called up his father to tell him the news.

"Hi, how are you, Dad?"
"Good."
"I'm in charge of Christmas this year Dad!"
"Oh?"
"Yes, Santa has to take care of his wife so I'm doing it. Isn't that great Dad?"
"No."
"WHAT? WHY DAD?"
"Because."
"But he's my best friend! I need to be useful this year Dad."
"Unhh."
"Please let me do it! Allow me please, Dad."
"No."
"I'll be good I promise. Please please pretty please with a red cherry on top with sprinkles and icing sugar and chocolate sauce and chopped peanuts Dad."
"Okay."
"Thank you so much! I love you Dad!"
"Ditto."
"Goodbye! Have a great Christmas! I'll visit you and Mam after everything okay Dad?"
"Okay."
"Bye Dad! Give my love to Mam Dad!"
"Yes."
"Farewell Dad!"
"Bye."

Marlo hung up. He was exhausted. His father was a difficult man, but Marlo had managed well. He then went to go pick a fight with his housekeeper.

Soon, it was Christmas. Marlo had everything ready. All the auto-piloted jet planes were ready to send all the presents for the children. Also, the bad children were getting polyester underwear this year. Charcoal had gone up in price, so Marlo had to find something cheaper that also burned well.

Everything was set. Marlo was so pleased with himself. He sister Kae would finally acknowledge that he was not completely an incompetent ball of fur. The elves then notified him that it was time to send out the jet-planes. They gave him a silver controller with a big red button.

"Is that mine to press?!" Marlo asked, excited. "I have never pressed a button of such a pretty shade of red before!" The elves smiled at his noobness. "Just press it. Just press it. Just press it." they chanted.

Marlo took a deep breath and pressed the button with just the right amount of force. The elves cheered and everyone ran off to go to the after-party in Santa's basement. There were nachos, artificially flavoured cheeze-ballz, spaghetti soup and a small selection of chocolates with liquor injected inside.

Marlo took the chocolates and went outside where he gobbled them up while staring blankly at the night sky. It was all so beautiful he supposed. "Merry Christmas," Marlo whispered.

The next day, Santa came back from his holiday in the South Pole where he and his wife went to see famous penguins and attend a Jonas' Brothers concert. He raved about the 'other pole' to Marlo, who listened attentively.

"Thanks for keeping things in order man," Santa said, punching Marlo's fist-paw. "No problem dude," Marlo answered, feeling young again. "It was a great experience." Santa beamed. "I'm so proud of you, my besty." Marlo nodded sagely and then there was an awkward silence.

Marlo then stood up. "I've got to go man," he said. "Bobbilinda is waiting for me." The two said their goodbyes and went their separate ways to their respective appointments. Marlo ran out, feeling happy with the world.

... And they all lived happily ever after. THE END>

In his designer shoes

2010-05-22T14:34:00.015+08:00

Prince Chad was so excited! Tomorrow was his 21st birthday. He was so happy because his parents had promised to throw him a grand party with confetti and girls and everything!

He had already picked out all his outfits for the occasion. He was going to wear a white and gold suit with all his princely medals on for the first two hours of the night. He was planning on being princely for a few hours then it would be time to get ready to change.

The next hour he would put on his dancing outfit complete with skinnys, purple tassels and royal blue stitching. That was when he was going to wow all the girls with his ultra-mega-super fabulous dance moves that were even better than all the boy bands in the world put together.

The next hour he was going to wear a lemon yellow suit with a tie made of orange Japanese silk with the words 'I love you' in 50 different languages. Of course, those words were romanized so that he would be able to read them. That was the time when he was going to tell many jokes and perform many tricks for all the girls and make them see his fun side.

The next hour he would wear a brown sweater jacket over a checked black and white buttoned and pocketed shirt with plain jeans and a beanie. In this hour he would play some indie songs on his guitar and maybe sing a little.

In the last hour he would wear a plain tuxedo and maybe he would dance a little until everyone left. He had it all figured out.

Chad rubbed his hands together gleefully. This was going to be the best birthday EVER!

The next morning, his mother woke him up. "Good morning mummy dearest. Today is my birthday!" he said sleepily. His mother gave him a kiss. "Look what I got you, Chaddy!" she exclaimed.

Chad sat up quickly as his mother passed him a big red box with a satin bow on it. Chad opened it up and gave a squeal of happiness. Brand new Yurie|Plonky designer shoes that hadn't been released to the public yet!

Chad gave his mother a big hug and jumped out of bed to try them on. "Wow, they fit perfectly!" Chad gushed. "Thank you so much!" he said, admiring his now lovely feet. "I'm glad you like them honey." The Queen said, beaming.

The rest of the day was a flurry of presents and flowers and servants running here and there, getting ready for the grand ball. But meanwhile, Prince Chad was in his room, getting himself ready for all the maidens in the land.

First he received a massage from the palace masseuse. It was a deep tissue massage that made him feel just great. Next Chad received a manicure and pedicure from the palace's best beautician. But of course he didn't get any nail varnish; he was a boy with very high 'manly self-esteem'.

Chad then got some last minute outfit tailoring before hopping into his bubble bath with moisturising soap-free scented flakes of goats milk and honey floating about inside.

So while the rest of the palace was getting hastily getting things ready, Prince Chad was soaking in his bathtub, listening to soothing opera music on his brand new water-resistant bathroom sound system.

Soon, it was time for the ball. Prince Chad was extremely excited. He beamed as all the maidens of the land gathered around to look at him. They were squealing and ooh-ing and aah-ing at him.

"He's so cute!"
"His smile is so adorable!"
"Oh he looks so manly!"
"He looked at me! Aaahh..."
"He looks even better in person!"
"I hope he chooses me for his wife!"
"Too bad, he'll choose me!"

Chad frowned slightly. He was a little puzzled by these last two remarks. Marriage...? Then he shrugged it off. Celebrities got these comments all the time. He beamed again.

When the receiving line was dispersed, Chad went to speak to his parents. They had a plate of hors d'oeuvres with them. Chad popped one into his mouth and spoke. "Haush zhe balrl?"

"It's all right. How are you doing, son?" the King asked. "Istsh vwerry gud." Chad said, smiling.
"Please swallow, Chaddy." the Queen said. Chad gulped the morsel and then grinned at his parents, seaweed on his teeth.

"Teeth." the Queen said. Chad rolled his eyes and walked away. "Wait! Chad! Come here!" the King called. Chad turned back, running his tongue over his teeth. "What?" he asked, a trifle rudely.

"Have you seen any girls that you like?" the Queen asked quickly. Chad nodded. "Yes I suppose. One or two."

"That's good Chad, because well-- Cass, you tell him." The King ate an hors d'oeuvre. The Queen looked at Chad. "Do you know the reason we're having this ball, Chaddy?"

Chad nodded. "To celebrate my twenty-first birthday." he said confidently. "No, no honey. That's just an excuse. We're holding this ball to find you a wife."

Chad's eyes opened wide with excitement. "YIPPEE!" he shouted. "I told you he'd be happy." the Queen said to the King smugly. "All right, all right." he grumbled.

"So go, Chaddy. If you find any nice girls, then bring them to meet us." the Queen said affectionately. Chad nodded quickly and then ran off. He looked at his watch. It was almost time for him to change into his skinnys.

He ran towards the door to the hallway. But suddenly something caught his eye. He turned his head and stared at the entrance.

There, standing at the grand entrance, was the most beautiful creature he had ever beheld. She was wearing a gorgeous pink dress with silk ruffles on the skirt and... was that a designer lace flower in her hair??

Chad rushed to meet her. She was very sweet, and she smelled like the new rose scented fragrance by Bobby Henrietta."Why hello, miss." he said suavely. He smiled his heart-melting smile. The maiden just looked bored.

"You look pretty." Chad said shyly. The maiden bowed at him and walked away. Chad didn't notice her rudeness. He fancied himself in love.

"Where did you get that dress from?" he asked, catching up with her. The maiden turned her head away in disdain. "You're too low down to know." she said curtly.

"That's not true. I'm in the clouds..." Chad said dreamily. The maiden rolled her eyes. "Excuse me, but I'm not interested. What are you even doing here?" she snapped. Chad was surprised. "I'm here to ask you to dance. The music is starting."

The maiden shook her head. "No. I don't want to. I want to know where the prince is." Chad laughed. "I'm right here." The maiden looked Chad up and down. "Don't be so pathetic."

Chad was shocked. "But I am the prince!" he protested. Everybody in the hall was already looking at the two of them. "I am the prince!" Chad shouted. The maiden suddenly looked extremely embarrassed. "Oh dear, it's almost my curfew. Good night." she said hurriedly, running towards the entrance to escape.

Chad was terribly insulted. He ran after the maiden, intending to teach her a lesson, but the maiden was already halfway out the door. She was a wickedly fast runner, Chad observed. He couldn't catch up with her.

Chad arrived at the entrance, panting and perspiring. The maiden was already climbing into her goldish-orange carriage. Chad thought that it was horribly distasteful. Then he noticed that she had left her shoe behind. Chad picked it up. It was made of glass, and engraved into the heel was the initial 'C'.

Then Chad remembered that he was furious with the maiden. He ran after the orange carriage and threw the shoe at it. Thankfully, his aim was stellar, thanks to his archery lessons. The shoe smashed through the window at the back and Chad thought he heard someone say "Ow."

There. Now he was satisfied. He walked back into the castle and went to change into his next outfit. His birthday was going great.

Odd (2)

2010-04-26T20:34:00.005+08:00

"Hey-o honey!" Nan says to me on the phone. "To you too, darlin'." I say.

"I was wondering, would you like to follow me to a fight today after school?" Nan asks casually. I think awhile.

"Where will it be held?" I ask, uninterested. "Mmm, probably just outside school grounds." Nan says. I do not wish to go, so I tell Nan so.

"Please? Please, please Nadine. I don't like going by myself. Now that I'm a little older, I feel kind of self-conscious because I'm the only girl there!"

I feel a little sorry for Nan, but I still do not wish to go. Then I remember what Nan said a few days ago about seeing the Gorgeous Guy at a fight. Maybe the Gorgeous Guy would come by. I might be able to catch a glimpse of him.

"Alright." I say. "Thank you thank you thank you!" Nan squeals. "See you later bye." Nan hangs up and I go and lie on my bed.

"Nadiiiiiiiiiiiiine!" My mother screams. "Go and get ready for school!" I heave myself up and go to change. I wonder what I should wear...

I meet Nan on my porch and we start off for school. "You look nice." she says. I smile. "That's a relief." I breathe.

"What's happening today that you didn't tell me about?" Nan asks. I roll my eyes. Nan is so forgetful. "I only agreed to go to the fight with you because I thought ehem would show up." Nan looks at me, sort of dazed.

"Who?" she asks. I nudge her and then she goes "Ohhh..."

When we arrive at school, we meet Holly at the gate. She is looking at her phone. I poke her in the side and she looks up, mildly interested. "Oh hello. I didn't see you there."

"Who is tha-at?" Nan asks Holly, peeking over her shoulder at Holly's phone. Holly goes red and quickly stuffs her phone into her pocket. "We have to go for class." she says, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the school building.

I wave to Nan as I run to catch up with Holly. "Why are you hurrying?" I ask her. "I don't want to be late." Holly says curtly. So I just follow her, my thighs aching.

After school, I meet Nan at the school gate and we walk around the school fence until we reach a little crowd of noisy boys. "AGH! We're missing it!" Nan exclaims, running towards the knot of people.

"Fight fight fight fight fight!" Nan and the boys cheer. I look around for the Gorgeous Guy but to my disappointment fail to see him. I sigh and decide to watch the fight.

"Who are these people?" I ask Nan, pointing to two figures wrestling on the ground. "Oh, that's Teddy Lowe and Teddy Rye. Teddy Rye insulted Teddy Lowe by having his name, so they're fighting it out. Fight! Fight!" Nan pumps her fist.

I am stunned by such idiocy, but the fight seems quite interesting. Teddy Rye is attempting to bite Teddy Lowe's index finger and Teddy Lowe is punching Teddy Rye's calf.

Suddenly, Teddy Lowe's finger is bleeding. "OH!" Nan cries in delight. "Now we're going to sing The Blood Song," Nan tells me gleefully.

"Blood, blood, blood
It has been drawn, drawn, drawn
You are a brave man, man, man
So brave dear friend, friend, friend
So brave for your, your, your
Your blood, blood, blood
Has been drawn."

After they sing the word 'drawn', everyone spits onto the ground with a loud snarl. Then everyone (Teddys included) claps. I am thoroughly traumatised. I don't think I will be going to another fight ever again.

♫ My angel, my girls and my sunshine

2010-04-19T21:44:00.005+08:00

"Can you feel my heartbeat? It's beating for you." Barney asked, gazing into Scarlett's eyes. She smiled at him, weakly and sadly. She hated Barney, but what could she do? She wasn't brave enough to tell Mother that she cared for the singing minstrel Donny.

"Our love should go on." Barney said, smiling at Scarlett. Scarlett nodded absent mindedly. Mother and Father wouldn't understand if she told them. Barney was new to town, extremely rich, and everyone in town admired him greatly. Scarlett thought him a most odious creature.

"For you, I love you, only you." Barney said, giving Scarlett a water lily from the lake. Scarlett forced a smile as the leaves dripped brown water onto her white dress. She frowned at the flower and threw it back into the lake when Barney was gazing at the sky.

" 'Cause you are my sun, the moon." Barney murmured. Scarlett winced. Barney was dripping with empty sentiment. She really could not tolerate him. He was such a dull companion.

"I called you butterfly," Barney said seriously. Scarlett wondered where he got all his random lines from. By this time, she had had enough. She didn't know why but she suddenly mustered up the courage to stand up in the boat and frown directly at Barney.

"EX-CUse me" Barney said loudly. "Oh stoppit." Scarlett snapped. "You're a sorry excuse for a person." Barney was taken aback.

"Just tell me why." he said solemnly. "You're so dull and stupid. I wonder how long you're going to keep all your dirty money." Scarlett said. "Also, you keep on saying things that don't make much sense."

"I-I was blind." Barney said sadly. Scarlett rolled her eyes. "I don't care. I'm leaving." She jumped off the boat and swam to the grass. "Goodnight." she called.

"I'll wait for you, (until the end)" Barney sang, off key. Scarlett ignored him. Barney shrugged. Another pretty girl had jilted him, just like in Kriqni, Falein and Garetroude. Ah well, he didn't want to marry anyone too smart.

He rowed his boat to the side of the lake and then climbed out. He pulled a pencil and a list from his pocket and sat down on the muddy grass. He looked at the list by the moonlight. He had already crossed out 3 names. Now it was time for a fourth.

Barney shook his head and put his things back into his pocket. "Next destination, Lompyae." he said, standing up and brushing the seat of his trousers. He climbed onto his waiting horse and rode off into the moonlight, singing,

"One more time!"

Ignis fatuus

2010-04-19T21:24:00.003+08:00

"I'm seeing a rainbow!" Laura shouted. Her friends looked at her, suspicious. "Are you sure?" Alice asked dubiously.

"Yes yes! I can see it!" Laura said. Christy raised her eyebrows. "That is so odd." she mumbled. "Don't mumble." Alice said absentmindedly.

"Are you sure you can see a rainbow?" Kimmy asked. Laura nodded vigorously. "Yes yes! I can see it! When I sit in this spot, in this angle, I can see a rainbow. The colours are so pretty!"

Laura frowned. "Why don't you believe me?"

Kimmy, Alice and Christy looked at Laura in amazement.

"Because you're colour-blind."

Star (part 2)

2010-03-20T12:38:00.006+08:00

The long awaited continuation of 'Star'!

"Your brother? What in the world?" Luke and Star looked at each other blankly. Then Luke suddenly realised that his aunt was bleeding to death.

"Go call an ambulance!" he shouted. Star got up and ran to the phone, crying. Luke hurried to the laundry room and grabbed a clean towel. He ran back to the porch, where his aunt lay unconscious. Star was already there, wiping up the mess with some kitchen rolls.

Luke wrapped the towel around his aunt's bleeding leg and fastened it with a safety pin that was supposed to hold his pants up.

Then the ambulance came, beeping loudly. Paramedics jumped out and came to examine Aunt Blossom. Then they placed her on a stretcher and took her into their white van. Luke and Star locked the house up and climbed into the ambulance.

When the noisy ambulance reached the hospital, Luke and Star climbed out, feeling terribly anxious and extremely exhausted. The paramedics grabbed the stretcher and wheeled it into the emergency room.

Luke and Star badly wanted Aunt Blossom to survive for 2 reasons. Firstly, they really loved her. Secondly, they badly wanted to know what treasure map she was talking about. Was she just babbling or was she revealing some fabulous secret?

The nurses told Luke and Star that they weren't allowed in the emergency ward. Star was too young, they said. So the brother and his sister waited outside, anxious.

After what seemed to be hours, a doctor came out.

Luke stood up. "Luke Gane?" the doctor asked. Luke nodded. "I'm Doctor Webb. Well, I've got some bad news for you." The doctor smiled at them sympathetically. "I'm sorry, but we lost her."

"WHAT?!" Star shrieked. "AUNT BLOSSOM!" Star got up and ran into the emergency ward. Luke and the doctor rushed after her. Oh no where is she? Luke thought anxiously. Soon they found her, sitting in a corner and sobbing.

"Star!" Luke cried, and ran toward her. He picked her up and cradled her like a baby. "Aunt Blossom..." Star whimpered over and over again. Luke kissed Star's forehead and continued to rock her gently, fighting the tears in his eyes.

When everything was over, Luke and Star learned that everything their aunt had owned now belonged to them. After much discussing, they decided to move out of town. It was too painful, living in their old house without Aunt Blossom. Besides, they didn't enjoy living here. Why waste the rest of their lives in a place they didn't like?

So they packed up their things and sold the house. There was a little apartment they could rent in another town six hundred kilometres away. They would be able to live there, comfortably and happily.

They knew they would never get to know what their aunt was talking about as she was dying on their porch, but what was treasure compared to Aunt Blossom? So with nothing else for them to do, they climbed into Aunt Blossom's old car, and drove off to a brand new life far far away.

Odd (1)

2010-03-16T14:06:00.010+08:00

One day I decide to walk to school with my best friend Nan. Not long after we leave my house, Nan starts to tell me about a fight she'd witnessed yesterday.

"It was wonderfully bloody and one boy, Abe Pollock, almost lost his leg." She sighs, regretting the fact that Abe Pollock hadn't lost his poor appendage.

I cringe. Nan can be so disgusting sometimes; she has this creepy fascination with blood and dead people.

"Then this particular senior just happens to walk by and Lionel Collins just jumps onto his leg and starts punching him; I expect he was kind of asking him to fight."

Nan stops to scratch her leg and continues, (regardless of whether I am listening) "Well the amazing thing was, the mysterious guy just stops walking and he picks Lionel Collins off his leg and then drops him like he was some smelly sock. Then he walked away just like that. I just don't know how he did it. If I were him, I'd have punched Lionel 'til his nose broke!"

Nan shakes her head in disapproval. Feeling bored, I ask: "What was his name?" Nan just shrugs.

"I don't know his name, but he was sort of good-looking." There was silence and so we continue walking and soon we near our school.

Suddenly, Nan nudges me. "Look that's him!" she whispers. I look up and my eyes bug out.

Walking slowly towards us is the most handsome creature I have ever beheld. He is very tall and quite muscular (I can see his arms) with tousled wavy brown hair. He has a fair complexion and a gorgeous nose.

"What in the world were you talking about?" I ask Nan, exasperated. " 'Sort of good looking'?! What was that all about? He's gorgeous!" Nan and I stare at him, admiring his perfect features.

"What are you two staring at?" We turn quickly and find ourselves facing our mutual best friend, Holly.

"Oh hi Holly. Look at him, isn't he beautiful?" Nan and I jerk our chins in The Gorgeous Guy(who was still walking towards us but not exactly looking at us)'s direction.

"Oh wow. That's lovely. You know how obvious you guys are being in regard to that guy!?" She hisses. Nan and I laugh and then grab Holly's arm and run into school.

"I have never seen anyone gorgeouser than him." I say, once we are safely inside. Nan rolls her eyes. "I've seen better. You should really come with me to some fights sometime. But hey I'm not denying that fact that this guy is really hot."

Nan and I giggle. Only Holly doesn't laugh. I guess this is because she is still feeling embarrassed for us.

I look at my watch. "Aaa our class is starting!" I exclaim. I grab Holly's arm and run down the hallway, shouting goodbye and see you later at lunch to Nan.

During a class that is just before lunch time, the teacher asks to speak to me after class. She tells me that she is really pleased with what I scored for my test and that I should keep up the good work. I express to her my utmost gratitude and then I rush to the cafeteria.

When I get there I almost regret doing so well in my test. The cafeteria is full and I can barely hear anything, save for the inconsistent buzz of noise. Noises and voices are screaming, shouting, laughing, crying, burping and yawning.

I squeeze my way through the crowd, wishing that I had come earlier. I make my way over to the counter and buy some stuff to eat. I sigh. My lunch is really pitiful. All the good stuff has gone.

"OVA HEEYER!!" I hear Nan shriek. I look in the direction of her voice and see Nan and Holly waving frantically from an overcrowded table.

I quickly move towards them, cringing at the varied body odours I can smell. I walk as fast as I can and-- WHOOPS! I have knocked into someone. My lunch goes flying. I am half glad and half sad. Glad because I have lost my pathetic lunch, sad because I have made a fool out of myself in front of-- THE GORGEOUS GUY!!!!

"Uhh, I'm so sorry." I sit up and touch my face. I can't feel anything mushy but I suddenly feel very warm all over. "Are you alright?" The Gorgeous Guy asks me in a most fantabulously low voice.

"I think so." I say dubiously. He holds out his hand and I stare at it, suddenly wondering where I am. The Gorgeous Guy grabs my hand and pulls me up.

"Be careful," he says, then he is gone. I stand there staring at my hand, wondering my head off.

Nan and Holly come over to me. Nan is fidgety. "What did he do? What did you do? Did he say anything to you? You've got watery bolognaise on your shirt." I look down and wipe at the stain dumbly.

"Come on you." Holly says. She grabs my arm and we make our way out of the cafeteria to the bathroom. Holly turns on the tap and starts to clean my shirt.

"C'mon! Something must've happened!" Nan says. I smile at her. "Well, he said, 'Are you alright?' So I said, 'I think so' and then he held out his hand and I didn't do anything so then he grabbed my hand and helped me up. Then he said 'Be careful' and then he walked away."

Nan and I scream with happiness.

"Just think, you girls have only heard about him today and you're already screaming about him? You're really sad." Holly says. Nan and I giggle quietly.

Then, "Why am I washing out your stain?" Holly asks me. Nan and I start laughing loudly. Holly looks at us, trying to be annoyed, but failing terribly. She starts laughing and soon we are convulsing and gasping for air.

"You girls are so pathetic." Kimmy P says, walking in with her gang. Holly, Nan and I giggle and then walk out, ignoring Kimmy P's subtle plea for an asinine argument about social status.

The three of us part ways and go for our classes, feeling quite loosened up.

Man I love my friends.

Sewing

2010-02-09T15:09:00.008+08:00

Warning: Idiotic and Morbid. Kind of.

Once upon a time there was a stupid girl named Liptch. She was socially retarded and also kind of ugly.

One day at school, Liptch's teacher told her that there would be a gigantic test the next day. Liptch was horrified, because it was for a subject she absolutely hated; sewing and embroidery.

When she got home, she decided to study. But oh dear! she didn't understand one bit. She hated sewing and she didn't really bother to listen in class. She looked at her book and sewing kit blankly until 1 a.m. in the morning.

Liptch decided to just leave it be and then study early in the morning. She was so tired, so she went to sleep.

The next day, her alarm rang really loudly into her ear at 6:00. Liptch got up with a start, switched off her alarm and went back to sleep.

At 8:00, her older sister sister Jill came into her room and roared into her ear.

"IF YOU DON'T GET UP I'LL SMACK YOU WITH A FRYING PAN! WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE!!!!!" Liptch jumped up and ran to change.

School started at 8:30, and she had no time to study or even brush her teeth. She pulled on a purple T-shirt and a pair of yellow pants. She didn't brush her hair.

"YOU LOOK AWFUL!!" her younger sister Ruby said to her. Liptch looked at her clothes and groaned.

Liptch started up the stairs to change but Jill and Ruby pulled her away. "It's too late," they said. They climbed into Jill's car and sped off.

"You really look awful." Ruby said to Liptch.
"You didn't let me change!" Liptch protested.
"There wasn't any time, you dummy." Ruby replied. "As a result, you look like an utter freak."
"Yes you do." Jill agreed.

Liptch looked away and sulked until they reached their school.

When Liptch reached her classroom, the teacher was already teaching. "Sorry I'm late, teacher." Liptch mumbled. The teacher, a pleasant sort of lady, just nodded and smiled at Liptch.

The other people in Liptch's class stared at Liptch curiously, thinking her a strange creature. As the day wore on, the sewing test loomed closer. Liptch was quite worried.

Finally, it was time for the last class of the day. Sewing and embroidery.

"Now, don't be worried, because this test is fairly easy." The teacher said, passing out paper, coloured thread, needles and pieces of cloth.

"Just answer the questions and then start on your sewing. I'm giving you an hour and a half. Okay, you can start now."

The test started. Liptch was extremely worried. The questions on the paper were extremely unfamiliar to her. She started to panic.

She decided to start sewing first. She tried to poke the thread through the eye of the needle and after about twenty tries, she made it go through.

Next she poked the needle through the cloth and started to embroider the cloth unsuccessfully. The whole cloth was a series of knots and tangles and her test paper was devoid of any writing save for her name and the date.

Why is life so hard? she wondered. She hated herself for not studying and being so stupid. When the test was over, Liptch ran to the bathroom to cry in peace.

She cried and cried until her phone started to ring. It was her sister, Ruby. Liptch answered the phone, saying hello very shakily.

"WHERE IN THE WORLD ARE YOU? WE'RE WAITING AT THE CAR!!!" Ruby shrieked. Liptch said okay I'm coming and then she hung up. She grabbed some toilet roll and went out, wiping her nose and eyes as she ran.

When Liptch climbed into the car, Jill started the engine and they went onto the main road.

Ruby and Jill then started to talk about something very 'exciting'. They seemed to forget that Liptch had made them late to go home.

"I can't believe you were nominated class president! That is so cool!" Ruby gushed to Jill. Jill smiled modestly.

"I can't believe you're now going steady with Harold!" Jill said to Ruby. Ruby giggled.

"I can! I just can't believe it happened only today!" Both sisters giggled happily. Suddenly they both seemed to realise that Liptch was in the car.

"Oh, so how was your day, Liptch?" Jill asked politely.
"Awful." Liptch said.

Jill and Ruby were silent. Then they started to chat about something else. Liptch sniffed and then closed her eyes, feeling exhausted.

The next day, Liptch's sewing test results were passed out. She looked at the paper warily and received an unwelcome shock.

"2 out of 50!?" she exclaimed, horrified. The other students looked at Liptch and snickered. The teacher hurried to her desk.

"I'm sorry, Liptch. But you didn't do very well. Maybe you should've studied more?" she said softly. Liptch's head was swimming. She stood up blindly and stumbled towards the door.

"Where are you going, dear?" the teacher asked. Liptch looked around wildly, her mind spinning around in circles.

"Away... away..." Liptch mumbled absent mindedly. She walked out of her class and out of the school, across the road and through the trees in Morris' Wildlife Forest right to the cliff at the end of the town.

"Away... away..." Liptch repeated. She slowly walked towards the edge and presently fell, silently and quietly, until she was no more.

The princess who ate frogs (and got married at 16)

2010-02-02T22:26:00.014+08:00

There is a princess who eats frogs. She has frogs for breakfast (on toast or with eggs), for lunch (in sandwiches), dinner (in pies or with pasta) and of course, for a midday snack (fried and crunchy).

She is a frogaholic. She can't live without frogs.

Lately, she has been reading up on Japanese food and she thinks the idea of sashimi is fantastic. She creates some fusion food and voilà, frog sashimi. To her it's absolutely lovely.

One day, as she prances about in her garden after a picnic near the pond, she notices a golden ball in the bushes. She gives a cry of delight and picks it up. It is shiny and smooth except for a section on which a frog is engraved.

The princess (whose name, by the way, is Aliesa), is overjoyed. She kisses the ball and runs back into her palace, leaving her picnic things for the maids to pick up.

For the next few days she plays with her ball, rejoicing over its froggy beauty. The intricate pattern is something she has never beheld in her life. She loves the ball.

One day, she decides to have another picnic by the pond. Who knows, maybe she'll find another golden ball?

She sits on her picnic cloth, her legs properly crossed. Her maid sets out a plate in front of her and then lifts the lid.

OH NO! What Aliesa saw was horrifying. It was one of the most terrible sorts of things one sees.

"YOU'RE FEEDING ME CHICKEN??" she screams. The maid cowers in fear.

"It's all we have in the pantry, your highness. The-the frogs have run out. There are no more in the kingdom. You've eaten the lot."

Aliesa stares at her maid (whose name, by the way, is Jainee), aghast.

"NO MORE FROGS??" she shrieks. Jainee nods and then runs away, afraid for her life. Aliesa stands up to stamp her foot angrily.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooOOOOOOOOoooo!!!" Aliesa screams into the sky dramatically.

"Excuse me, but you've disrupted my nap."

Aliesa looks around, scared. "Who's there?"

No response.

"I'll report you for trespassing!" Aliesa threatens.

"Like they'd arrest a frog!" The voice scoffs.

Aliesa yelps. "I'm going mad!" she says. She looks around frantically and then sees a golden frog reclining on a rock.

Aliesa screams, long and loud. "Oh JOY!" she says gleefully.

The frog smiles, happy to have found a friend.

"Well hey, I'm Pablo and I'm a prince, but a random guy on the street put a spell on me and made me a frog. If you kiss me then I'll turn back into a prince. I guarantee you, I'm hot."

Aliesa looks at Pablo, bemused. A talking frog? Who is really a prince? Aliesa laughs.

"Alright, I'll kiss you." she says. She picks his squishy golden body up and puts her mouth on his puckered lips.

He smells so delicious! she thinks. Suddenly, he is out of her hands and smiling at her dreamily.

"Wow, you are hot." she says. Pablo the prince previously a golden talking frog flashes her a gorgeous grin and nods.

"Of course. Now, I just have one more thing for you. If you agree to marry me, I'll stay a handsome prince forever!" Pablo gives her a nervous smile.

Aliesa thinks for awhile. "I'm only sixteen, y'know." she says to Pablo. Pablo shrugs.

"I'm only nineteen myself. Anyway, I have no time to look for a princess my age. I need to get married before the clock strikes midnight!"

Aliesa thinks again. "Alright." she shakes Pablo's hand firmly. Then Pablo pulls her into his arms and they embrace.

They gaze into each other's eyes for a second, then they run off into the sunset to get married.

So they live happily ever after.

THE END

Vernon and Abilene

2010-01-19T20:10:00.009+08:00

We first saw them in school. Everyone noticed them. They were the topic of the day. Vernon and Abilene, they were called.

My friend Mariane was the first to see them. She said she was quite intrigued and she came straight to tell me.

Vernon was hot, all the girls thought so. Abilene was quite strangely pretty. She had red lips, dark brown hair and yellowish eyes, like a cat.

At first I thought that they were together. But they were brother and sister and that made me glad.

They were new to town. Their aunt was opening a café here. We were quite glad, because our little town had only two public eating places, and we were getting bored.

Mariane and I decided to befriend Abilene. Partly because she seemed pretty lonely, and partly because her brother was awfully good-looking.

She turned out to be quite friendly and kind of sweet. She invited us to visit her house after school. Mariane and I were quite enthusiastic, because that meant seeing Vernon.

The 'house' was above the café so we had to use a stairs to go up. The staircase was quite dark and it smelled of wet dog.

"I'm so sorry about the smell." Abilene said. "My aunt likes to dry things in here." We said that it was okay and we went to Abilene's room.

It was a very small room, because each family member liked to have their space. Mariane and I stood around, not knowing where to sit.

Abilene dropped her bag on her bed and sat on the floor. Mariane and I sat down too and we looked around awkwardly.

Then, "Hey you girls want to try one of my aunt's recipes? They're really good." Abilene looked at us expectantly.

I panicked. I wasn't hungry, but I didn't want to seem rude. I looked at Mariane. She pursed her lips. "All right, but we're still kind of full from lunch."

Abilene shrugged. "That's okay. C'mon." She rushed out and Mariane and I followed. Abilene led us downstairs into a narrow hallway.

"Aunt Francesca! Aunt Francesca!" Abilene shouted. My ears stung from her roar. Mariane giggled. A figure emerged from a cupboard.

I gasped. I couldn't help it. Aunt Francesca was a sight to behold. She was tall and skinny with dark red lips and orange hair. She was wearing a fuchsia dress and purple platforms. I shuddered.

"Why hello!" Aunt Francesca said, red lips parting into a smile. "Hello." I squeaked. Mariane waved, obviously speechless.

"These are my friends, Mariane and Louisa. We go to the same school." Abilene said. Aunt Francesca grinned a big red grin.

"Fabulous, my darling. How do you do, ladies?" Aunt Francesca peered at our faces. She smelled like cabbage.

"Fine." I gulped. Mariane nodded. Aunt Francesca laughed and moved away. Abilene rolled her eyes and walked to a big yellow door.

"Follow me." she said. "Aunt Francesca has made some cake. Would you like some? It's absolutely gorgeous." I turned to look at Aunt Francesca. She was nodding furiously.

"All right." Mariane said. I nodded. We went through the yellow door which led to the kitchen. It was bright and colourful. Aunt Francesca went to the fridge and pulled out a container.

"Here we are ladies." Aunt Francesca opened the container and pulled out a cake. It had purple frosting and brilliant blue sweets all over.

Aunt Francesca cut slices for us and squirted lovely big puffs of whipped cream on top. It looked and smelled wonderful.

Abilene gave us forks and and she started to eat. "What flavour is this?" Mariane asked politely. Aunt Francesca smiled at us. "Blueberry Violet." she said, putting the cake back into the container.

"You mean the flower?" I asked. Abilene laughed. "Yeah! It's really good." I shrugged and took a forkful.

"It's delicious." Mariane said, showing purple teeth. I tasted the cake. It was absolutely wonderful. The cake was so soft and fluffy.

"It is lovely." I agreed. Then I felt something in my mouth. It was soft, like the cake, but it was sort of furry. Was it a petal? Making sure no one was looking, I spat it out.

What I saw gave me a stomach ache. What in the world was this? It looked like a piece of clumped fur. I touched it and shivers ran up my spine. I sniffed it and wrinkled my nose.

"Something wrong, Louisa?" Aunt Francesca asked. Should I tell her? I wondered. I looked up at her. She looked dangerous. "Nothing, nothing at all." I said.

By now I had lost my appetite. Should I continue eating the cake? I looked at Aunt Francesca again. She was chopping a piece of meat with a large cleaver.

I forced the cake down my throat. It now felt like glue, a sweet sticky painful glue. When it was finally in my stomach, I felt like throwing up.

I looked at my watch. "I think I have to go now." I said. I hadn't seen Vernon at all, but I didn't care. I wanted to escape. My stomach was queasy.

Aunt Francesca's face fell. "That's a pity. I was going to make some soup." I shook my head. "I'm sorry. But I really have to go." I made my way to the door.

I put my hand on the handle and turned it. "NO!" Aunt Francesca screamed. I jumped. Aunt Francesca ran over to me and smiled apologetically.

"I'm sorry. That's the pantry. The back door is here." She opened the door and I went out.

"Bye dear. Come again soon." Aunt Francesca waved and I ran home, throwing up on the way.

Many days passed before I would allow myself to visit Abilene again. It was the opening of the café, and Mariane had pleaded with me to come.

Almost everyone in town showed up for the grand opening. When the ceremony was over, everyone was given a complimentary dish for the day.

The food was fabulous. I was so happy that I didn't find any clumps of hair in my soup.

Later, as the adults talked, the teenagers went out to hang. Mariane and I were really glad to see Vernon. He was soooooo hot.

Mariane and I liked to sneak looks at him and then giggle like a couple of babies. The only bad thing was that Vernon was always flirting with Gail Andrews, a random girl in town that no one had really noticed before.

Up until now I hadn't noticed how pretty she was. No wonder Vernon liked her. Mariane and I were pretty jealous about it though.

The next day, adults were exclaiming about how great the food was in Aunt Francesca's café. In school, students were talking about how Vernon and Gail Andrews were together.

A lot of the girls were quite upset to hear this, including Mariane and me. Hot, beautiful, gorgeous Vernon was going out with invisible Gail Andrews?

All the girls decided to drown their sorrows in ice cream sundaes in Aunt Francesca's café. We agonized over the loss of another hot guy to some stupid girl.

We ate and ate, determined to gain weight and be sad forever. When everyone had finished their sundaes, we all went home, feeling better.

The next week, we found out that Vernon had dumped Gail Andrews and he was now dating the most popular girl in school, Katie Grey.

Gail Andrews came with us to Aunt Francesca's café and we drowned her sorrows in hot chocolate with tiny marshmallows on top.

"Stupid Katie Grey stole Vernon from me!" Gail Andrews wailed. We commiserated with her and then we went home, feeling angry with Katie Grey.

All the girls wanted Vernon. Abilene always rolled her eyes when we mentioned him. "He's just a stupid mindless boy." she said.

But that made us like him more. It made us feel sorry for him, for having such an unkind sister. We all wanted to be the girl in his life.

One day, when we found out that Vernon was onto girl number 6, Laura Finch, we decided to go visit our cry café and eat some chocolate cake and maybe have some bacon sandwiches with extra fat.

On the way there, I met Abilene carrying a box. I stopped to talk to her.

"Hi Abby." I said.
"Hey Louisa." she said.
"What do you have in your box?" I asked.
"Oh, um I found some kittens at the side of the road and uh decided to save them."
"Oh that's sweet. May I see them?"

Abilene nodded and opened the box, revealing six adorable kittens, mewing noisily. I gasped in amazement and stroked an orange, yellow and white kitten's head.

"Oh, may I have this one?" I asked. "It's soooooooo cute!" Abilene looked at me doubtfully. "Will your parents allow you to keep it?"

I nodded madly. "Yes yes yes!! Please, Abilene." I petted the tiny kitten's head. Abilene thought for a while.

"Alright." she said. "You may take it." She smiled at me.

"Oh thank you thank you thank you! This is wonderful, Abby." I picked the kitten up and stroked it.

"Could you please tell the other girls that I'm going home? Thanks Abby." Abilene nodded and we parted ways.

I walked home, gently stroking the kitten. It was beautiful, beautiful. I named it Abby, after Abilene. I was so happy! I knew Mam and Pa would allow me to keep it.

The next day at school, I asked Abilene if Mariane and I may go to see her kittens. Abilene looked at the floor and didn't say anything.

"Oh, sorry. We're not going to take any. We just want to see them. May we, please?" Abilene shook her head.

"They, uh died." she said softly. "Oh no! That's horrible!" I said. "Oh, I'm sorry, Abby. I didn't know. I'm so sorry." I patted her on the back and she nodded.

We decided to go to our cry café and go have some chocolate sandwiches. We ate and talked and soon we started talking about other things and we felt better.

Soon, the year passed. Abilene, Mariane and I were all best friends. Life was pretty good. Vernon was now a notorious heart breaker.

We all thought him evil and horrible. One girl had actually been found dead a few days after we had visited our cry café to lament over the dangerous and hypnotizing boy. We all supposed that chocolate couldn't even mend her broken heart.

As for me, I stayed away from him as much as I could.

One day, a got a phone call from Mariane. "Vernon asked me out!" she squealed. "Are you serious?" I was absolutely shocked.

"Please tell me you said no." I said. Mariane giggled. "Of course I said yes. He is soooooooo cute!" I was shocked. How could Mariane do this? Didn't she know the evils of dating Vernon?

The next few days were awful. Vernon and Mariane were going out? I couldn't sleep. He was going to hurt Mariane, I knew it.

A week went by, then two. Mariane was gushing about how Vernon was taking her to the school dance. I was horrified. Mariane had been my best friend for years and years. I didn't want to see her hurt.

Then, the expected happened. Just a day before the dance, Vernon dumped Mariane. Mariane cried and sobbed and wept and bawled and screamed.

I kind of felt sorry for Mariane and so I took her to our cry café. We ate lots of chocolate and cream and smack-talked Vernon. Then we went home quite satisfied.

As I was doing my homework that night, I received a phone call.

"Hello?"

"Hello, may I speak to Louisa?"

"Ye-es, this is she. Who is this, please?"

"It's Vernon, Abilene's brother."

SHOCK!!

"Yes, what do you want?" I asked coldly.

"I was wondering, um, doyouwanttogotothedancewithme?"

"Excuse me?"

"Do you want to go to the dance with me?"

"No."

"Please? I really like you."

"No."

"Why not, Louisa? You're usually so nice."

"Are you seriously asking that question?"

"What? I'm just asking you to the dance."

"You're sick."

"Huh? How?"

"Don't act so innocent. Leave me alone, please."

"But--"

"Goodnight, Vernon."

I hung up. What did he take me for? I gritted my teeth and forced my mind away from him.

The next day, I went to the dance with Mariane and we observed the dancers and couples. I saw Vernon dancing with Francine Moore. He was talking and she was giggling flirtatiously.

"What a freak." I muttered.

The day after, Abilene wasn't at school. I was wondering why the whole day. She didn't answer my calls and her house appeared to have visitors. Hmm...

I puzzled over it until I saw the newspapers the next day.

A certain café had been shut down after being inspected due to suspicious activity. Apparently, instead of using normal ingredients, they had been killing various other animals for meat, such as cats and dogs because they were cheaper.

At a recent health inspection, carcasses of kittens, dogs, mice, goldfish, and various birds were found in the storage. It was said that the various animal furs and feathers had sweet and delicate tastes, enhancing the flavours of cakes, beverages and ice cream.

The café had been closed down because of hygienic and health reasons. "Some people could've actually died, because of the chemicals used to slaughter these animals." Inspector Percy Holiday said.

Suddenly, it all came back to me. The hair in my cake, the wet dog smell in the hallway, the door in the kitchen, the girl dying, the kittens in the box. I felt sick.

All these weeks, I had been consuming-- pets. I gagged and ran to throw up.

I knew I was never going to feel the same again. I couldn't believe I actually befriended Abilene and used to have a crush on Vernon.

Now, people tell the story of the brother and sister who came to our town long ago to anyone willing to listen.

"We first saw them in school. Vernon and Abilene, they were called..."

Promise

2010-01-19T20:06:00.003+08:00

The broken promise
She made to him
To love him forever
Nothing but a whim

He was in sorrow
He loved her so
She pushed him away
And he watched her go

Her heart was broken
She missed him a lot
But he was over her now
The 'love' had stopped

He'd cried for months
She for days
Life was difficult
In many many ways

For the broken promise
She was to blame
But why did he love her?
And she the same?

(composed on 2nd Sept '07)

Report of an argument

2009-10-28T19:50:00.016+08:00

To: The Principal
From: Jasper Esmerelda Horace-Jones
Subject: Argument
Date: 29 January 2009

I was jogging in the hallway trying to lose weight when I came across a loud crowd. I made my way through and to my surprise, it was the school's most famous best friend forever group, the 'Famous Fabulous Five.'

It consisted of Marcy May, top baby-sitter, Bob Benny, world record corn eater, Deeny Dun, the school's garden expert, Cool Cara, the winner of the hottest female student poll, and Todd, the richest and most popular student.

Usually they attracted attention, but what surprised me was that they were arguing! The triple F Best Friends forever club members never fought. It was their policy.

I decided to stay and I soon found out that Deeny Dun, had stolen Bob Benny's corn paste and shared it with Cool Cara. But Cool Cara had told Marcy May and now Todd was siding with Deeny Dun.

They screamed and berated until Todd punched Bob Benny's soft stomach flab and he keeled over. Girls screamed loudly. Then more chaos ensued.

Cool Cara accidentally stepped on Marcy May's new leather sneakers and they started yelling at each other. Then Bob Benny body slammed Deeny Dun and she fell over and destroyed Todd's brand new hairstyle.

Todd started shouting at Deeny Dun and then he gave her a bloody nose. Deeny Dun fell back and collided with Marcy May. Marcy May then scolded Deeny Dun for staining her new designer blouse with blood.

Marcy May said, "Just because you're a garden expert doesn't mean you have to soil my blouse!" Her lame excuse for a joke was so pathetic that Todd sided with her. Then Cool Cara stamped her foot childishly because she had a crush on Todd.

Then Bob Benny gave Todd a black eye because he didn't believe in taking sides. But the final straw was when Deeny Dun pulled out Bob Benny's stolen corn knife and threatened to injure Marcy May for farting on her face.

Everyone shrieked and a finally a teacher came running. He interrogated them and then quoted to them some wise words proclaimed by the famous pop-star Giselle Lewis.

" 'The word friend stands for Patience, Acceptance and La-di-dah. The greatest acronym of all time'. It's my favourite quote."

So the triple F best friends forever club was saved. If Mr. Jacquard hadn't come, the school would have gone to pieces. Mr. Jacquard's wisdom and great memory saved us all.

The Famous Fabulous Five said sorry to each other and promised to always remember the acronym for friend:

Patience, Acceptance and La-di-dah. The greatest acronym of all time.

Reported by: Jasper Esmerelda Horace-Jones

(composed 29th Jan '09)

Tadaaah

2009-09-13T15:51:00.002+08:00

This is a continuation of my story thingy by Zoe Tai, my poser psycho cousin. :D

I didn't edit it so you can see the way she writes. PLEEEASE DO THE THE STORY THING TOOOOOOOOOO......

"WHAT?" she cried.
"Shush! It's nothing. Don't-- don't lose it."
"How can you tell me to calm down in the midst of-- of THIS?"
"I'm sorry. Please, don't lose your head."
"That's too late! You've ruined everything."
"Don't say that. I'll-- I'll fix it."
"No you can't. It's done."
"Let me make it up to you then."
"NO! You can't. You're so irrational. How could you, Taylor!?"
"Well, it's just turned out that way!"
"Look, this is due in tomorrow and there is no way we can finish it now."
"Just calm down! Take a breath. Don't you ever stop worrying, Amelia?"

Amelia simply sighed and looked at Taylor. "You have a solution for this, Tay?"
"Well not exactly. But well-"
"You don't even have a solution for this and you're asking me to CALM DOWN? This is worth like, 50% of my grade!"
"I know. And I said I was sorry!"
"Yeah. And you said it was 'nothing'. Its not nothing! It's everything!"

Just then, Alyssa walked into the room.
"I did NOT say it was nothing! Did I Alyssa?" Taylor asked.
"Yeah you did! Taylor did didn't she, Alyssa?" Amelia then said.
"Will you guys just STOP arguing? I can't remember if Taylor did or not, after all this argument has been going on for ages and I'm sure the readers are bored of you guys arguing so there. What are you fighting about anyway?" Alyssa asked.
"This!" Amelia held out a soggy piece of paper.
"Um, what is that?" Alyssa said.

Amelia and Taylor started talking at once.
"STOP!" screamed Christen. "I can't listen to my music, okay?" Christen turned away with a flick of her hair and walked off.
Amelia frowned at Taylor and said, "It's all your fault."
"My fault?" Taylor gasped.
"Yes! And now Miss Lauren is going to kill me for not handing in my hand drawn map of Weirndosia. It took ages since it is such an exclusive and elegant place."
"Will you all ever keep quiet?" Alyssa asked. "It's late. There's nothing you can do now. We should just go to sleep."
"Whatever," Amelia said and stomped to her room.

The next day, Miss Lauren was away and the class had a replacement teacher instead. Amelia sighed with relief when she heard that.
"See, everything worked out fine," Taylor told Amelia.
"Yes. But as a punnishment, you have to redo my map for me."
"Fine, fine."
But a very unfortunate event happened as Taylor walked out of school that day.

A speeding car zoomed past the school, taking Taylor along with it. She was smushed under the car and the driver rushed out to help her but it was too late. Taylor had been long gone. But hey, Amelia and Alyssa got the whole month off from school.

THE END.
By Zoeeeeeee. :D

Hope you were entertained!!

Rebecca

2009-09-08T16:49:00.012+08:00

"Will you marry me?" Lucas asked for what seemed to be the hundredth time. Becky sighed impatiently. "No, I shan't. I've told you countless times, I don't want to marry you."

Lucas looked hurt. Becky ignored him and turned away. She didn't like these times when Lucas started feeling romantic.

"Please Becky. You know I love you so." Lucas said in an injured tone. Becky looked at him and took a deep breath.

"You know I can't marry you. You're my best friend. If I marry you, I'll lose the friendship." said Becky, somewhat foolishly.

Lucas shook his head. "No, no. Becky, if you marry me, our friendship will be stronger. You will not lose me, for I shall love you always." Lucas picked a flower from the ground and placed it in Becky's palm.

Becky turned her hand and looked away, exasperated.

"Becky," Lucas said, in a sad voice. "Will you please marry me?" At this, Becky lost her temper. She whirled around and glared at Lucas.

"Leave me alone! I don't want to marry you. I don't love you and I don't need you. I shall never marry you." With this, she ran away, leaving poor Lucas in tears.

The next day, Lucas decided to try one last time. He loved Becky so much, he was almost blind to her hostility. He knocked on her door and waited.

Her maid, Pomona, opened the door. She greeted him and let him in.

"Miss Rebecca is in the parlour, entertaining a guest. You can wait for her in the hall." Lucas took off his cap and waited on a chair outside the parlour.

As Pomona left the room, Lucas realized that the parlour door was ajar. He stood up and looked through.

What he saw was a terrible shock to him. There, on his knees, proposing to a beaming Becky, was Flynn Delano, a rich man who had always looked on Lucas with contempt.

Lucas rushed in, shouting, "STOP!" Flynn looked up. When he saw Lucas, he rolled his eyes and stood up. Becky was frowning.

"Look what we have here, little Lucas Jennings." Flynn said derisively. Becky gave Lucas a look. "What are you doing here, Lucas?" she asked, irritated.

"Becky, this is the last time I'm going to ask you. Will you marry me? If you don't, I shall do something, something drastic." Lucas looked at Flynn and Becky defiantly. They were silent.

"Don't you want to marry me, your best friend, whom you have known your whole life? Or Flynn Delano, a man you barely know?" Lucas looked terribly upset.

Becky was at a loss. Flynn and Lucas looked at her expectantly. Finally she found her voice. "You can't control my life, Lucas. I already told you, I will not marry you, even if you were the last man on earth."

Becky took Flynn's arm as Lucas looked at the ground dejectedly. Flynn was triumphant. "Flynn Delano always wins, don't you ever forget it." he said, smiling unkindly.

Lucas left the house and went into the park, where it smelled sweet and was filled with memories of his beloved Becky.

Lucas felt extremely sad. Why didn't his beautiful lovely Becky love him? Was he too ugly, too poor? He wasn't sure.

He wasn't a vain man, but he knew that he possessed a sort of boyish charm, with his wavy blonde hair and expressive blue eyes. That Becky could not love him because of his looks was unbelievable. Besides, Flynn wasn't so handsome himself.

Lucas was heart broken. He was tempted to go and end it all. He was so very upset. But eventually his common sense won over and he decided to go somewhere new and start a new life.

He went home and started to pack. In the next few days, he sold off his house and sent his furniture to the new home he bought, in a little country far away.

In the days he was preparing to leave, he received an invitation to the wedding of Flynn Delano and Rebecca Harper. His heart ached with pain as he read the card.

He couldn't face the fact that Becky, his Becky, was going to marry such a man. For even though Becky had rejected him, his heart still overflowed with love for her. He decided to leave earlier and to avoid the dreaded wedding.

So he set off the very next day on a boat to his new home. But alas! The small boat hit a sharp rock underwater and sunk instantly, letting all it's passengers drown in the middle of the ocean with no land to go to. Those who could swim were very quickly tired out and soon drowned.

So poor Lucas Jennings, who loved Becky Harper with his heart, died that day, in a sad and unfortunate death.

When Becky heard the news, she was shocked. She had lost her best friend in two ways. She had insulted him, and now he was dead. The regret she felt in her small heart was plentiful.

She felt so upset. She had realized she loved him! But it was too late. She had scared him off and now she was going to marry Flynn Delano, a man she had despised in her youth.

She now knew that she only agreed to marry Flynn to spite poor Lucas.
Lucas!

How could she have been so foolish? Lucas was wonderful. But it was all her fault. She had sent him away. She was so angry with herself. But she couldn't do anything to fix her problem.

She sat and wept. She couldn't marry Flynn now. So quietly, she broke it off. Flynn was indignant. "Why are you doing this? Aren't I good enough for you?"

Becky had cried. "I cannot marry you." So that was that. The wedding was called off and there was a great amount of talking in the town.

And so Rebecca Harper never married until the day she died, sad and all alone.

Continue the story

2009-09-08T16:37:00.004+08:00

I want YOU to be the writer now. I wrote this little beginning and so I want you to complete it and post in in the comments. Then I shall post them up.

"WHAT?" she cried.
"Shush! It's nothing. Don't-- don't lose it."
"How can you tell me to calm down in the midst of-- of THIS?"
"I'm sorry. Please, don't lose your head."
"That's too late! You've ruined everything."
"Don't say that. I'll-- I'll fix it."
"No you can't. It's done."
"Let me make it up to you then."
"NO! You can't. You're so irrational. How could you___________!?"

Fill in the blank and continue the story.

Enjoy!

A Celebrity Story

2009-07-15T23:39:00.004+08:00

Warning! I did not review this story. I think I wrote it some time ago so that might be an excuse for the utter lameness if there is any...

This story also contains a certain morbidness so if you have a weak heart, please skip this story.

Once upon a time there was a celebrity named Serena Joy. She had short black hair with fuchsia streaks, gray eyes (but she wore purple contacts), the talent to sing, act and play the violin, and an attitude.

Serena Joy was extremely fussy and rude, but in the world of publicity, fans and important contracts, she was a total sweetheart. All her fans thought she was on the side of saving children, endangered species, and grief stricken countries.

Actually, she really didn't care whether children died or whether a country lost a few thousand people to starvation. All she cared about was fame, money, good looks, hunky guys to go on dates with, and getting whatever she wanted.

One day, when Serena Joy was at her mansion, lazing by the pool, the telephone rang. Her maid, Louise, brought her the phone. Serena Joy snatched it up and put it to her ear. "Hello?" she asked, putting on her 'I'm so sweet' mode.

"Hi, Serena, its Neil. Wanna go out for a drink this Saturday? There is this awesome coffee house in Corrayne* street where we can get cosy and relax." Serena motioned for Louise. "Get my secretary! And my planner!" she hissed.

Louise rushed into the mansion obediently and brought out her secretary with her planner. Serena continued to croon into the phone. Then she turned. "Oh right. Check and see if I have anything going on this Saturday." she ordered.

The secretary opened the purple leather bound planner and flipped through it. "Dinner with Cam Derrier." she said. "That all?" Serena asked impatiently. The secretary, whose name was Cera, nodded. Serena smiled and went back to the phone, waving her employees away.

Serena went for coffee with Neil, another superstar, they cuddled up in the sofas. The paparazzi enjoyed this and snapped many pictures. Serena pretended to be annoyed but she was enjoying the attention. Neil also enjoyed himself, cuddling with one of the hottest celebrities in Weirndosia**.

On their way out, the couple shared a kiss and the paparazzi snapped many more pictures. Neil thought he was extremely lucky to be seen with Serena and Serena just enjoyed the attention, the cuddling with a hunk and most importantly, the kiss. The stars in Berlista* was that way, all the time. Serena went home in a good mood.

She got ready for her date with Cam Derrier, another celebrity. First she had a long hot bath, then she stepped out of her gold and silver heart-shaped bathtub and pulled on her expensive real gold and pink thread bathrobe. She went to her room and sat down on her couch. "Louise! Where is the manicurist?" she called. The manicurist came and gave a a pedicure as well as a manicure.

When the polish had dried she stepped into her supermarket sized, walk in closet filled with only designer clothes and walked to the dresses section. She chose a tight, slinky, sleeveless dark green dress and Louise hung it up.

Then Serena put on a black wash out dye on her hair and put on hair extensions. She curled it up and then she put on her dress and her black high heels, put on a green scarf and her jewelry. Then she got out her expensive, imported perfume put it on.

She was ready. She looked great and smelt good. She was feeling pleased with herself. She went into her limo and it drove her to the restaurant she was going to have dinner at. Cam was there and he was looking very hot.

His short blonde hair was spiked and he was wearing a very nice outfit. Cam took Serena's arm and they walked into their private dinner room. The paparazzi managed to take some pictures before they walked away. Serena was very excited. She kissed Cam on the cheek as they were going in and it was recorded with a picture.

Almost everyday was like this for Serena. She was always with hot celebrities and going on dates with them. It was normal.

One day, Serena was acting in a movie. They were filming that day and Serena was playing the part of a sexy bad guy. The good girl and the bad girl were fighting. The good girl killed the bad girl and the bad girl fell to the ground.

"CUT!" The director shouted. "Okay. Good work Serena. Yeah, thanks Melanie." The director sipped his coffee. "You can get up now, Serena." he said, boredly. The bad girl never moved. "SERENA!" The director shouted. Nothing happened. "Serena?" he asked quietly. Someone ran to her. "SHE'S DEAD!!! Call an ambulance!!!!" the person screamed.

Everyone ran over. Everyone was scared. "How'd she die?!" the director asked madly. the person who had run there shrugged. "I don't know. Heart attack?" The director shook his head. "Serena had a strong heart."

Then the director's assistant ran over. "The ambulance is here." he said, urgently. The paramedics carried Serena and saw blood drip from her head. Then they looked at the mat that Serena had fallen on. There was a knife sticking out from the headrest. Serena was murdered.

No one knew who or why, but they had a strong lead. Most of them thought it was Miley Cyrus, but the director of the movie disagreed because he was Miley Cyrus' number 1 fan.

So since everyone else thought it was Miley Cyrus, they didn't bother to go and find the killer. After all, once a celebrity is dead, another one would come along eventually. Like Miley Cyrus.

THE END

** A made up country

*Somewhere in Weirndosia

Wrap-on-sale

2009-02-16T18:50:00.019+08:00

Once there was a hippy couple living in a little neighbourhood. They had peaceful neighbours and lots of trees in their garden. They were very happy and very concerned about the environment.

One day, someone moved into the house behind theirs. Being good neighbours and all, the hippy couple went to welcome whoever it was.

When the reached the house, the couple, Steve and Peace, smoothed out their long, flowing locks and adjusted their embroidered headbands. As well as loving peace, they loved neatness.

When the door opened, Steve and Peace were a bit surprised. It was an old lady with the stereotyped evil witch look with gunky white hair and a wart on her crooked nose. She wore a loose black gown-and-hood and she had a sort of cackly laugh.

Steve and Peace were alarmed at the sight of her. They forced their smiles and held out their plate of organic wild rice with a sauce of organic broccolis and goat cheese to her.

The old lady sniffed and shook her head rudely. "Sorry, but I'm lactose intolerant and a lover of unhealthy foods such as sweets and deep fried potatoes."

Steve was very shocked. "No organics, then?" he asked. The woman scowled and grunted.

"Well, we'll keep that then." Peace said hurriedly, hoping the woman did not despise them already. "Are you adjusting well to the neighbourhood?"

The woman glared at the couple, thinking them very strange and infuriatingly nosy. "No. The only thing good about this place is all the sunlight. At least global warming will come quickly and kill us all."

Steve gasped. "You totally don't like the earth, check?" The woman scowled even more and wished them both in bed with measles.

"I'm busy." she said, avoiding the question. "Leave me alone." The hippy couple shrugged and left, Steve glad because he could eat the rice, and Peace troubled because the woman was so frightening.

A few months later, Peace found that she was pregnant. "I'm gonna be a father, man." Steve boasted to all his friends at the Tree Hugging monthly club meeting.

When Steve was at meetings, Peace liked to walk around the garden daily and hug each of the trees. She enjoyed looking at the neighbour's' gardens too.

One day, on her daily walks, Peace noticed a beautiful vegetable plant in the old woman's garden. Also, like all most pregnant women, Peace had cravings. She craved the vegetables in the garden. She decided to ask Steve to get some for her, since she did not dare talk to the old woman.

So when Steve came home, he went to climb over the fence. Since he wasn't very agile, and his headband fell off, he crashed into her garden clumsily.

When he tried to get up, he jerked his head because his long hair was under his knee. "Yowch, man!" he blurted.

He pulled his hair out of the way and crawled toward the plant. He pulled off a large leafy bunch and crawled back, bumping into something knobbly and painful.

He looked up and screamed. The old woman was glaring so fiercely at him that he thought his eyebrows were going to disappear.

He stood up. "I'm sorry, ma-- woman. My wife is very hungry and she won't eat anything else! She's going to have a baby and I'm desperate!"

The woman held her gaze, her eyes as angry as ever. "You two are menaces! But since you want the plant so much, I'll give it to you regularly... for a price."

Steve gulped. "What, woman?" he said softly.

"You'll give your child to me when you die!" The woman declared, her voice ringing through the trees. "Do you promise?"

Steve, an impetuous and cowardly man, gave in. He tumbled back into his garden and gave his wife the leaves. Peace ate them up ravenously. Then Steve told her the consequences.

Peace, being a woman who lived up to her name, nodded slowly and shrugged. "I doubt we'll die soon." she said.

When her child was born, it was a little boy. The couple named their child Wrap-on-sale, because they loved recyclable plastic wrap sales as much as they loved being neat.

The child grew up to be a hippy, like his parents, and he let his hair grow until his knees. His parents were very proud of him.

Now Peace, even after 10 years of motherhood, still craved the beautiful vegetable plant. She ate only the plant and her hair grew long and luscious.

The whole family loved the vegetable and ate it all the time. They became addicts. Then, one day, on Steve and Peace's shared 30th birthday, they ate the vegetables and then died suddenly.

Wrap-on-sale was very scared. He ran into the neighbour's garden and bawled out the story. They buried Steve and Peace and took care of Wrap-on-sale.

When everything was sorted out, they found out that Wrap-on-sale was legal custody of Lind Harriet, a.k.a. the old woman.

Wrap-on-sale packed his bags and went to his new house. It was a house that he had never visited. He had only seen the house from the back when the family had picnics' in the garden.

Wrap-on-sale was nervous. He didn't really want to stay there. He didn't even know the old woman! But stay there he did, and he got used to the old woman.

The woman became a sort of aunt to him. She was strict and serious, but she treated the boy well so Wrap-on-sale was never really tortured.

One day, when Wrap-on-sale was 16, Lind Harriet, a.k.a. the old woman, sent him to 'boarding school'. Or so it seemed to the neighbours. In truth, Wrap-on-sale was sent to live in a big tower in a faraway land, bordered by a large forest.

There was a big glass bubble lift to go up and down, but you could only use it if you had a key. The old woman wore one around her neck, and kept a few in her house, so poor Wrap-on-Sale was stuck.

Now the old woman's purpose of keeping Wrap-on-Sale was to make money. Wrap-on-Sale had such gorgeous hair, and the old woman decided to take advantage of it.

Every day, she would feed Wrap-on-Sale the plant, and his hair would grow longer and healthier. She would chop off a fair amount, make it into a wig, and then she would sell it online.

The wig business was doing very well, and the old woman was making a lot of money. Recently she had renovated her house and added in a canopy bed with matching bedsheets. She was living the life. She even hired someone to get the hair for her.

But she had to be careful. She must never ever ever feed the plant to Wrap-on-sale after his 30th birthday. The plant had kind of malfunctioned when she was creating it in her make shift lab. She had accidentally spilled some coffee on it so it was a bit faulty.

If she fed Wrap-on-Sale the plant after or on his 30th birthday, he would either die instantly or he would stop producing gorgeous hair. But she didn't worry. She was always careful.

One day, after getting his daily haircut, Wrap-on-Sale was sitting in his tower, playing his banjo and singing sadly. He wanted to save trees. He wanted to be free. He sighed and sang again. Then he stopped. He heard something.

He looked out his window and gasped. It was a girl! "What are you doing here?" he asked. The girl climbed through the window and smiled at him.

"Hello. I'm Eva." Wrap-on-Sale was excited. He was already 20, and he had never met any girls in a long time.

"Hi. I'm Wrap-on-Sale." Wrap-on-Sale said proudly. Eva wrinkled her nose. "What a funny name!" she said. "But it's cute."

The two sat down to talk. They talked about the old lady's plans. Wrap-on-Sale learned that Eva was a a rock climber, a pescetarian, an animal rights activist and an environmentalist.

Wrap-on-Sale felt she was the perfect girl. She wasn't very pretty, but Wrap-on-Sale loved that she was a bit like him.

Eva liked Wrap-on-Sale too. She thought he was funny and weird and kind. The two became best friends and Eva visited him when she had the chance.

After 2 years of a great friendship, Eva fell in love with him. The other guys she had always seen were rich and arrogant. Wrap-on-Sale was kind and caring and in a way, sort of normal.

Then, Wrap-on-Sale fell in love with Eva. But they were a bit to shy to tell each other so they waited. Soon, Wrap-on-Sale couldn't hold it in much longer. He confessed his love for Eva. Eva confessed too, and they felt a slight bit awkward.

They did not do anything to pursue a romantic relationship lest they break each others hearts, but they stayed good friends and continued to love each other.

Then, one day, the old woman found out. She filled in the window and forced Wrap-on-Sale to watch while she cut down a tree. Wrap-on-Sale was so sad!

Poor Eva could not visit Wrap-on-Sale any longer. She was heartbroken. She wondered if Wrap-on-Sale was lonely. She decided to go rock climbing to feel better. But it made her feel worse when she recalled the times when she climbed up to meet Wrap-on-Sale in his tower.

One day, Eva had a brainwave! She had a plan on getting Wrap-on-Sale out of the tower. She wanted to save him.

Eva decided to examine the keyhole. To her great delight, she found it was a common type of keyhole with a cheap key that could be obtained anywhere. So Eva went to the hardware shop and bought the key.

Eva waited until the old woman had finished visiting Wrap-on-Sale before she tried out the key. After wiggling the key a bit, she went up the lift and greeted a surprised but ecstatic Wrap-on-Sale.

They hugged each other and Eva told him her plan. Wrap-on-Sale thought it was a good plan, but he felt very used to living in a tower and he felt he would miss the place. Eva agreed with him; the tower was now a cozy place.

Eva went home and decided to think about the whole situation. Then she wondered why Wrap-on-Sale's parents died on their 30th birthday. Maybe it was the stuff that Wrap-on-Sale eats all the time. She thought.

Eva decided to investigate. She took at map to the old woman's house from Wrap-on-Sale and went to spy on the woman. She brought her video camera to try and catch the old woman. Eva had a feeling the old woman wasn't to be trusted.

The old woman was making tea in the kitchen. Eva watched her, making sure she wasn't seen. The woman then put the beautiful plant into the tea. She giggled and stirred the liquid in the teapot.

Eva watched intently. Someone rang at the door. The old woman went to answer it. To Eva's surprise, it was her cousin! He worked at a bank. Eva wondered what the old woman was going to do.

The old woman brought out a tray with two pretty china teacups with a matching teapot on it. The teapot was steaming and Eva's heart was pounding. The old woman set a cup of tea in fron of Eva's cousin.

Eva's cousin sipped the tea. Eva wanted to scream, but she watched carefully. Her cousin stared at the old woman and flopped onto the floor, having slight spasms.

Eva gasped, and realizing she was too loud, ran away. She called the police and showed them her video. They were shocked, and they went to find the old woman.

They captured her in her garden and arrested her, after finding the plant and it's 'manual'. Eva rejoiced with Wrap-on-Sale and they held a big party.

Of course Eva mourned for her cousin. She wasn't a heartless girl.

Eva didn't get to carry out her plan, but she caught the old woman, so who cared now?

Anyway, Eva and Wrap-on-Sale got married, lived in the tower (after changing the lock, of course) and they lived hippily ever after. (No lame rhyming intended)

THE END

The Building

2008-12-06T12:11:00.011+08:00

Once there was a girl called Pennelopie (it was pronounced Penelope, but it was just spelled weird because in this town, it's normal). She was weird. No one knew anything about her, except that she was an orphan and she lived with her geriatric aunt.

She didn't have friends, and to top it off, students loved to bully her. Pennelopie was so weak and bully able. As a result, Pennelopie was very miserable indeed.

One day, she brought a little red crystal with her to school. She kept on turning it and polishing it with a velvet scarf. By lunchtime, all the students were mesmerised. They approached her and asked her about it. But Pennelopie didn't say anything. Her eyes just glinted mysteriously.

She picked up her lunch tray and threw away her rubbish. Then she seemed to vanish, and all the students were amazed.

When the students went to the study hall, Pennelopie was there, sitting quietly and playing with her red crystal as if nothing had happened.

"What is that, Pennelopie?!" a mean girl named Raymonde asked. "Yes! Yes!" the other students said. Pennelopie just looked down at her desk. She did not say anything. Her eyes just flickered as though there was a flame in each of them.

The students became uneasy. They went to their tables and waited uncertainly. Then they heard a bewitching voice. "Raymonde." the voice said. The students noted that her voice was smooth and rich, but treacherous.

Raymonde turned her head, her heart starting to beat quickly.

"I'll show it to you alone behind The Building." Pennelopie said. The students gasped. The Building was a scary place. It was an old apartment building that had not been used for 32 years. It was old and crumbling. The children believed it to be haunted.

"B-b-b-but--" Raymonde protested. She didn't even dare to go to The Building with her best friend, let alone Pennelopie!

"Can I bring Maisie?" Raymonde asked, terrified. Pennelopie's eyes turned into slits. "I said, alone." she said, her voice becoming lower and deeper, with every syllable she uttered.

The class of students were all sweating and shaking all over. They were horrified. Raymonde gulped. "Must I go?" she asked. Pennelopie looked up, her green eyes becoming a fiery yellow. They bored into Raymonde's skin. "You have no choice." Pennelopie declared.

Raymonde yelped. "Yes, I'll go." The students were growing more fearful by the nanosecond.
Then, Pennelopie's eyes turned back to green and she looked normal again. She turned to her work and then no one said another word.

***

Raymonde crept to The Building as carefully as possible. She looked around, hoping that a ghost wouldn't come and grab her. She pulled her jacket hood on and looked about carefully. Then she spotted someone lurking about. It had messy hair that looked burnt, and a black cape.

It looked at her. Raymonde screamed. Then she realised that it was Pennelopie.

"Why, hello, Raymonde." Raymonde's heart beat quickly. It was so dark now, and Pennelopie's eyes were gleaming yellow. "What's going on?" Raymonde asked, afraid.

Pennelopie smiled malevolently. "All these years, you and the other students have bullied me. Did I wrong you? Have I ever called you a cruel name? Did I ever push you even the slightest bit?"

Raymonde shook her head. She didn't like where this was going. Pennelopie came nearer. "I have not." she said, answering her own question.

"I was helpless. I was meek. I never fought back!" Pennelopie's voice grew louder. "You laughed at me. You abused me! This was how you treated me. You ruined my life! You never stopped to think about how I felt!"

Raymonde started to cry. "I'm sorry! I'll never do it again! Let me go home!" She tried to run away, but Pennelopie stopped her. She dragged her to a post and tied her there. "This is my payback!!!!!" Pennelopie screamed.

She lit a match and started to burn the end of the rope that tied Raymonde there. Then Pennelopie disappeared around the corner, laughing dementedly. Raymonde screamed.

"HELP!! Help!!!! Oh someone!!" Raymonde screamed and flailed her arms. "HELP!" Then, at that moment, a boy came rushing in. His eyes widened and he acted quickly. He grabbed a nearby bucket and filled it with water from a tap in the corner. The boy splashed Raymonde and repeated the process until the fire was gone.

The boy untied the ropes and helped Raymonde to a stone on the ground. She sat on it and the boy examined her arms. She was quite severely burned and the ropes had burned her too. Then the boy introduced himself as Samm.

"Are you alright now?" Samm asked, after applying some salve from his bag onto her arms. "Yes." Raymonde sobbed. "I-I-I want to go home."

Samm nodded. "I understand." He carried Raymonde up in his arms and they left the alley. Samm carried Raymonde home. Then he put her down at her doorstep.

They stared at each other for awhile. Then Samm said, "It was a good thing the fire didn't burn your face." He kissed Raymonde very gently and then he walked away, saying goodbye.

***

At school the next day, everyone talked about Raymonde's predicament. They were amazed at Pennelopie's act. They looked around for her but not surprisingly, she did not come to school.

The headmaster tried to call Pennelopie's aunt and ask her for Pennelopie's whereabouts. But the operator explained that there was no such number. The head master was puzzled. He went calling to their house after school and he got a shock.

The house was empty and rundown. And lying on the doorstep was Pennelopie, dead.

There was a note attached to her shirt. The headmaster read it. It said,

"Goodbye."

*Epilogue*

* Pennelopie's aunt was nowhere to be found. Pennelopie was buried in a cemetry for unknown peoples and people with no family. Nobody ever figured out the mystery.

* Raymonde was traumatised, and she tried to forget the scene, but she never did. Also, she had fallen in love with Samm when he kissed her that night, but she never saw him again. When Raymonde asked about for Samm, no one could say that they had known him or seen him. He had come out of nowhere and disappeared to nowhere, it seemed. In the end, Raymonde died, a sad soul.

* Slowly, the people of this town went away and never came back. But when a descendant of one of the townsfolk came to look for it, it was gone.

The unfortunate mistake

2008-09-20T11:15:00.003+08:00

I had always thought my teacher, Mrs. Bu, was extremely smart and I thought she remembered everything. But on the 29th of July, I thought differently.

The day started off normally, but the first turn of events was that Mrs. Bu was late. The class took advantage of the fact and started fooling around.

When Mrs. Bu arrived, she was sniffing and she carried a box of tissues. She explained she had a cold but it was very mild, so we shouldn't worry. She then started our chemistry lesson.

She mixed some chemicals together and soon, she started sniffing. "Excuse me," she said and wiped her nose. She put the tissue down and accidentally sneezed into my friend, Wai Hai's face.

Wai Hai was very susceptible to germs and he immediately started sneezing. He reached for a tissue and knocked over a yellow substance.

Mrs. Bu quickly wiped it up with a tissue. "Ehhh..." Wai Hai said, his nose starting to run. Mrs. Bu gave him the tissue she used for the yellow chemical. Without thinking, Wai Hai wiped his nose.

Suddenly, Wai Hai's face turned a ghastly yellow and he flew into a series of apoplectic sneezes. Everyone, including Mrs. Bu, screamed.

Wai Hai was rushed to the Nurses office and then after getting examined, he got rushed to the nearest hospital. After half an hour in the hospital, Wai Hai was pronounced dead.

Mrs. Bu was fired, and I was scarred for life.

The polka dot dress

2008-09-20T11:05:00.002+08:00

Ugh. Aunty Raydene is coming over. I'm so angry. Aunty Raydene is the maddest aunt in the WORLD.

She is coming for my birthday party for family only. I bet she is going to give me something second hand again. One time, she was at Myra's party, and she gave her a mug that she herself had for 15 years! Weird? I know.

And, every time she comes or goes for a party, she ALWAYS wears this totally out of fashion terrible polka do dress. It's so ugly. And at Myra's party last week, she dropped chocolate ice cream on it. The dress was stained with chocolate!

And do you know what happened? She cried. And people made a fuss about it. But Aunty Raydene cried the hardest and the loudest. And in the most annoying way. Anyway, the stupid dress was not spoiled. It was just uglier.

The day after the party
Oh no! Everyone is gone. So is my life! Do you know what Mad, annoying, Aunty Raydene gave me?

Her polka dot dress. With the stain.

The fan

2008-09-20T10:50:00.002+08:00

Leah Grossenheimer was a big fan of the famous band Koobkrow. The lead singer, Harry Tellall was her favourite. He was cute and funny and smart. Leah was always thinking about Koobkrow or Harry Tellall. Leah was obsessed.

He door was covered in Koobkrow posters and stickers and there were Koobkrow albums everywhere. Her bedsheets were embroidered with the words Koobkrow, Harry Tellall, and the names of the other band members. Leah went to 16 of their concerts and she never ever got sick of them.

Koobkrow was one of the most popular bands in Pleh, Harlridge, Weirndosia. One day Leah went to college and met a girl named Breesa Hopkins. It turned out that Breesa was a nice and friendly girl. Leah and Breesa became good friends.

One day, Breesa and Leah started talking about bands. Leah mentioned her love for Koobkrow and Breesa said that Harry Tellall was her cousin! Leah fainted and died of a heartattack, even though Breesa was only joking.

(edited on 20/9/08. written on 10/4/08)

The intelligent Prig

2008-09-20T10:42:00.003+08:00

I am the smartest girl in my school. I am 13 years old and I go to an exclusive private school. Come and share a day of my life with me.

I wake up infallibly at 5 a.m. every morning. I take a shower and then I get ready for school. I eat my breakfast then I walk to the bus stop. I go onto the bus and adress the fatuous bus driver. He would wave back jauntily and I would go to my seat.

When the bus stops at my school, I walk down charily. I go straight to class and study before the bell rings. I work and listen diligently until class ends. I get my other books from my locker and glare contemptuously at the coquette who's locker is next to mine. I walk off feeling prudent and scrupulous.

At lunchtime I eat my food placidly and then I continue to study my dictionary smugly, making sure people notice me. No one seems to so I glare at all my frivolous schoolmates and judge everyone of them in my mind. Soon, I go home and complete my homework feeling like an angel.

(edited on 20/9/08 and written 21/2/08)

Eve

2008-09-20T10:24:00.005+08:00

Eve was a poor girl of 19. She was poor and rather fatuous. The people of the Selato town of Minnesburg looked on her with contempt. Eve would go around begging for money and usually she would receive only 10 cents every two houses. Eve was a sad but determined girl.

One day, a new family arrived in Minnesburg. They were the Stevenson family. Bob and Mara Stevenson arrived in a black limousine. They were indisputably rich.

Mr. Stevenson was to become a member of the Minnesburg village board. At one meeting, he started a discussion on Eve.

"I am absolutely perturbed by her. She is extremely reprehensible." The other members of the board nodded contemplatively. The meeting lasted 5 hours because they were busy disputing on whether to take Eve out of the village.

Meanwhile, Eve was looking through the garbage for a pair of shoes. The next day, Eve went begging again. This time she went to the Stevenson's house.

"Money?" she said, putting her hands out. "Go away, you putrefied girl!" Mara shouted, perturbed. Eve started to cry so she ran away. Every villager was told to treat Eve unkindly so that she would leave the village.

Everywhere Eve went she was 'greeted' laconically. Eve wept in the this predicament. No one greeted her with at least a bit of deprecation.

Eve ran into the woods and found a hut. The old man and his wife living there greeted her. They were kind and gentle. "Come, stay with us. We are old and we might die soon."

So Eve accepted and lived comfortably ever after.

(Edited on 20/9/08 and written on 23/2/08)

The calling

2008-09-20T10:17:00.004+08:00

Lulu went into her room and switched off her light. She went to her bed and climbed in. She was just about to sleep when she heard a sound.

"Come, Lulu." it said.

Lulu looked around and saw a fairy at her window. The fairy was very beautiful. She had golden hair, blue eyes and a pretty tutu.

Lulu jumped up and went to the window. "Hi!" Lulu said, excited. The fairy smiled and waved her wand. Suddenly, Lulu was in a different world. She was standing in a castle, and there were people dancing, wearing grand clothes.

Lulu looked down at herself and got a surprise. She was wearing a lovely dress and she felt something on her head. It was a silver tiara.

Lulu looked around. The fairy was dancing. Then a boy came up to Lulu and asked her to dance. Lulu accepted and danced with him. When the whole party ended, Lulu was in her room again.

She smiled. She would always remember the calling.

(Note: This story was edited slightly on 20/9/08. It was written 7/8/07)

Note!

2008-09-20T10:04:00.002+08:00

I must post more stories! Okay, I'm going to put up my essays, (story ones) as often as I can.

So that you won't wither up and die. Though you might keel over and shriek from the weirdoness.

The story of the Castells

2008-08-09T22:58:00.003+08:00

Chapter One
Cecil Mordgrass got up and yawned. Last night was extremely excruciating. He went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth, peering at himself in the mirror. He wasn’t very handsome, he observed. He had dark blonde hair and striking green eyes. He sighed and gargled.

He went out and made himself some coffee. He drank it quickly and went to change. As soon as he was ready, he packed his bag and left the hotel room. He went to the check out desk and returned his key. Then he got a taxi to the airport. Once he was there, he bought himself a sandwich and waited for his flight to be called.

“The plane is leaving for Spenulia in forty-five minutes.” The robotic voice said in an emotionless tone.
Cecil picked up his bag and let out a sigh of relief. He had enjoyed himself in Gorgaria but he was glad that he was going back to his home in Spenulia. He let out a yawn and walked toward the train to fetch passengers to the plane. When the train arrived, Cecil went through the security and finally, he saw the plane.

He went up the ramp and showed the air stewardess his ticket. She gave him an undeniably fake smile and Cecil went on. He went to his designated seat, 2b, and found a lady sitting in his seat!
“Excuse me, but this is my seat.” Cecil said politely. The lady looked at him with her head cocked on one side. She looked about 23, with straw blonde hair and the most dazzling green eyes.
“Is it?” she asked, in a charmingly sweet voice. Cecil coughed. “Yes, I’m afraid so. 2b.” The lady looked at the side of the seat.

“Oh,” she said. “So it is.” She moved aside. “I must have forgotten to read the number.” Cecil couldn’t help but feel rather exasperated at this strange young lady. The lady leaned back in her chair. “Since we have already started talking, let me introduce myself. I’m Maria Chouder.” She extended her hand. Cecil sighed.

“I’m Cecil Mordgrass.” he said, shaking her slender white hand reluctantly. Maria beamed. “I’m so glad I sat in your seat.” she said, clasping her hands like a little child. Cecil rolled his eyes. He had wanted a pleasant and peaceful flight home. Instead, he was stuck next to a lady who seemed very intent on being his friend.

Cecil nodded, vexed. He settled back in his seat and tried to catch some sleep. But to his dismay, Maria tapped his shoulder. Cecil turned sharply. Maria drew back.
“Um, sorry Cecil, is that your name? It’s rather strange. Well, the stewardess is here, to offer you a drink.” Cecil drew a sharp breath and shook his head. “No thank you.” he said. Maria looked at him and wondered why this man seemed to be so bad tempered. She sat in her seat quietly. Soon, she fell into a light sleep.

Cecil looked at her, hoping she was not going to disturb him. He smiled when he saw her sleeping breathlessly and he relaxed and went to sleep. But soon, he woke up after the plane started moving shakily. “The plane is going through some turbulence. Please wear your seat belts.” Cecil fastened his seat belt and waited impatiently. He glanced over at Maria.She was holding her seat so hard that her knuckles had turned white. Her face bore the expression of fear. “Do you fly much?” Cecil inquired. Maria shook her head lightly. “This is the first time I’m flying after 20 years.” she answered. Cecil found that rather peculiar.

“Oh. That seems strange. Do you live in Gorgaria?” Maria gulped. “I used to. Well, actually, well, I’m running away.” Cecil gasped. “Well. That is very… interesting.” Cecil paused. Then he said, “I hope you don’t mind me asking but, how old are you?” Maria was silent. Then she said, “I am twenty-one.” Cecil frowned. “Then why ever are you running away?” Maria started to sob. “My mother, well, I thought she was my mother. So, I’m running away.” Cecil stared, amazed. “If she adopted you, why did you run away?” Maria shook her head.

“I was kidnapped.”

T.B.C.

Little Fart and the berries of Berrywood

2008-07-30T13:38:00.002+08:00

Once upon a time there was a little pixie living in the woods. His name was Little Fart. Little Fart was shy and he had no friends. He was afraid people would make fun of him. His lived in a small tree house on top of the smallest tree in Berry-wood, Hamlyn, Weirndosia.

One day he was strolling through the woods, looking for some magic berries to reduce gassiness. All he found were strawberries, blackberries, blueberries, raspberries, poison berries, chocolate berries, elephant berries (They were big, juicy, and sweet), creamy berries, vanilla berries, rainbow berries (They were rainbow coloured, had different flavours at each colour and could only be found just after it rained), the very, very, very special Star berries that were the sweetest, most delicious berries under the moon. You could never find them under the sun. There were many different berries too, but I can’t recite all two million of them.

Little Fart found thousands of different kinds of berries, all delicious, juicy, and ripe. Little Fart ate as many as he could. The berries were too delicious to resist. The best thing about the berries is that they would never ever, run out unless you took away all their carbon dioxide.

Poor Little Fart; he could not find anything that would reduce his gassiness. He was afraid he might let one out since he was so stuffed with berries. His mouth was also smothered in berry juice and his hands and cheeks were sticky and colourful. So he went to the Berry Lake to wash himself off. The beautiful Berry Lake was clear and clean. The water was cool and refreshing. It tasted like a mix of berries and it was tinted red. It was the finest lake in the world. But no one knew about it except for the Weirndosians in Weirndosia.

Little Fart went in and washed up. Then he drank some of the water in there and went back to his tree house. He sighed and took a nap. It had been a long day. He decided to look tomorrow. He fell asleep. Then he let a big one out.

In Her Eyes - Alice's perfect life

2008-06-08T20:02:00.008+08:00

I ran into school. "Hey Carol!" I said, thumping her back. Carol laughed and I giggled. We laugh over tiny things. Today was no exception. Carol was my best friend. We always hung out and we were close enough to be sisters.

But I have three sisters. They are all pretty weird. Especially Allison. She walks around like the incredible Hulk except that Allison interacts with people.

Then Carol told me some good news. "The school is having a party for our school day." she said casually, knowing that I would scream excitedly. I did. "Your mum told you?" Carol nodded. Her mum was the principal's secretary.

"It isn't a date thing, but a lot of kids are already getting dates." I screamed again and we jumped up and down like maniacs. No one made fun of us. I was kind of popular. Carol was my best friend.

Carol and I ran through the hallways and unfortunately for us, we bumped into Allison. We looked up at her and smiled sheepishly. Then we ran away and ran around the school, spreading the word.

***

I ran home and burst into the house. "Can I go shopping with Carol?" Mum looked at me and gave me a blank look. "The school is having a party--" Mum shook her head. "No, you are not buying new clothes. Wear something you already have. Why are you so extravagant?"

I made a face and ran to my room. "Come back here!" Mum shouted. I went back down, sulking. "You know if I buy new clothes for you, you're sisters would want some too. We don't have enough maney for that. Now don't make that face." I forced out a smile. Mum smiled at me.

I ran up the stairs to my room. Then I closed the door carefully and started to pick through my clothes. I ran to my sisters room and asked them for any of their old clothes. Allison had some nice skirts and tops. But they were all either black, dark brown, dark purple or dark blue.

I took some and said thank you. Then I went to Alisa's room and asked her for old clothes. She gave me some airy, light coloured dresses, blouses and skirts. I thanked Alisa and went to my room to fix my outfit.

I was also pretty good at sewing. Alicia had taught me how to hem, add buttons and beads and sew patterns. I customized some things and put together some other fabrics until, Voila! I had the perfect outfit.

It was a pink satin dress with beaded lace at the hem, a few beads at the collar and at the sleeves. The dress looked worth at least 3oo lysas. I smiled and hung the dress up carefully. Then I put the other articles of clothing in a bag for later. Then I tried on the dress and twirled in front of my mirror. It was perfect!

***

I sat in the school cafeteria and then I asked Carol whether anyone had asked her to the party. Carol nodded like a bobble head puppy and we both giggled. "Who?" I asked. Carol smiled like a bride and said, "Lionel Weston." We both screamed and ended up laughing.

My friend, Macey suddenly said, "Ooh. I heard that Tom Fellows, the guy who plays first chair flute wanted to ask you." I smiled. Sure enough, Tom Fellows came over.
"Can I talk to you for a second?" he asked. "Sure." I said.

"I've been wanting to ask you. Um, will you go to the school party with me?" I smiled and stared into his lovely brown eyes. "Yes." He smiled at me and walked away.

I couldn't wait for the party!

In Her Eyes - Nobody

2008-06-01T15:50:00.008+08:00

Allison scanned the hallways. It was jammed with students, shouting and exclaiming and giggling and falling. Allison walked through like a silent knife. No one took any notice of her. They all thought she was just some strange girl coming out from nowhere.

She took her books and headed home. She had no one to walk with. People were busy with their friends. Allison had no friends. She saw her sisters walking with their friends. Allison felt her eyes go blurry. She was crying. She wiped her eyes and ran.

When she got home she ran straight to her room. Mother didn't notice her. She was busy talking on the phone like always. Allison climbed onto her bed and went under the covers, sniffing miserably. Alisa came in, looking at her phone. She bumped her head on a a hanging picture of Allison's favourite band.

"Ooooch!" Alisa said, rubbing her head. "This is my room, you repugnant oaf." Allison said, her face full of contempt. "Sorry." Alisa said, and she went out. Allison scowled. Her sisters were a huge problem. Allison locked her door. Then she went on to her bed and cried.

Alice saw Allison close her door. She felt sorry for her hermit-like sister. She wanted to comfort her sister. But Allison was proud. She was proud and she didn't like people. Alice went to Alisa and knocked on her door. "Can you come to my room?" she asked sweetly. Alisa shrugged and walked there, thinking of the new boy in class who was very cute.

Alice knocked on Alicia's door and told her to go to Alice's room. Alicia hesitated and then walked there. Alice closed the door. "I need to talk to you gu--girls about Allison." Her sisters suddenly looked extremely bored. "She is so sad!" Alice said, not noticing her sisters lingering looks at the door.

"Yeah but she made herself that way." Alisa said, wondering whether she should run for the door. Alicia began to feel restless. "Yaaaggghhhh!!!" she screamed and ran out of the room. Alisa and Alice stared at the open door. Alisa took a deep breath. Then she ran out.

Alice flopped onto her bed and sighed loudly. Then she took up her violin and started to play.

***

Allison walked into school her eyes hurting. Crying always made them sore. That day was starting out normally when suddenly someone bumped into her. People never bumped into her. Usually they would run away from her. Allison looked at the person. It was a boy.

"S-sorry." the boy said, picking up Allison's books. "Its okay." she said. She noticed that the boy had blue eyes. "I'm Allison." she said awkwardly. The boy laughed. "I'm Foster." Allison blushed. She never blushed. "I'm so sorry for bumping into you." he said. Allison looked at her feet. "It was okay."

Foster smiled and started to walk away. "Bye." he said, waving. She waved back and he walked off. Allison's heart thudded. She had never felt this way before. She always ran away from people. She didn't know anybody well. Now she felt she didn't even know herself.

T.B.C....

2008-06-01T15:13:00.002+08:00

I'm very sorry that I haven't been posting my stories. I have been very busy and I have been distracted by a lot of other things. Once again, I'm so sorry. I shall post up a story when I get some inspiration.

Thank You.

Alyssa Koh
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Author

Ana - The girl who saved her village

2008-05-17T19:12:00.003+08:00

In a land far from the equator, there lived a 16 year old girl called Ana. Ana lived on the top of a big green hill with her Mama, her Grandma, and her little brother Danny.

Their hill was so big that there was place for Danny and Ana to play and there was space for their little farm and of course, their cottage. The family had all they needed up there. There was a well in their farm, and they had cows, pigs, chickens and a vegetable garden.

There were also blue rickety stairs leading down to the village below. But it was a long way down so nobody really used the stairs. If Mama needed anything she would send Ana down and she would climb all the way.

Mama, Grandma, Ana, and Danny were all content on their hill and they all took care of each other and helped one another. Their lives were always full of happiness and joy.

One day, Mama and Ana decided to make pies while Grandma read to Danny. When Ana put the last pie into the oven, there was a knock on the door. Ana looked at Mama in surprise.

“Now whoever could that be?” Mama said, wiping her hands on her apron. She opened the door and standing there was 18 year old Thomas Whitaker from the village. He looked scared and he was wringing his hands together.

“Why, Thomas. What a pleasant surprise. Ana and I were making pies. Would you like a slice?” Thomas hesitated. “Well, I sure would like a piece.” Mama smiled warmly and Thomas stepped in.

Ana gave Thomas a slice of apple pie. “Be careful, it’s hot.” Thomas smiled at Ana and she blushed. Then she felt some butterflies in her stomach. Mama took off her apron and sat down. “Now, what do we owe the pleasure of meeting you today?” Thomas’ frightened look returned again.

“The mayor has died.”

Ana dropped her plate in surprise. The plate smashed into many pieces and so did her beautiful slice of apple pie. Ana rushed to clean it up. Mama was too shocked to scold Ana. “But how?” she asked Thomas. He sniffed.

“He was s-s-shot!” Ana dropped her broom. It made a loud clatter. “Oops.” she said, and bent to pick it up. Mama looked at Ana sternly. Ana squirmed and picked up the broom.

“Who will replace him?” Mama asked worriedly. Thomas’ lower lip trembled. “His only relative left, his nephew, the nefarious Wallaby Powers.” Grandma walked out from Danny’s bedroom. “Did you just mention Wallaby Powers?” Thomas nodded and sniffed. Grandma made a face.

“That man is ruthless!” Thomas nodded. “All the villagers are disenfranchised. The leadership board said that Wallaby has the right to be mayor because our mayor line is hereditary.” Ana carefully put back the broom and sat down next to Mama. “Is he evil enough to want to kill us all?” Thomas shrugged. Then he said goodbye and left.

Ana burst into tears. She ran into the bedroom that she shared with Danny and threw herself onto her bed. Grandma shook her head and went out to feed the chickens. Mama sighed. She knew life could never be perfect.

“Rise and shine, Ana.” Ana looked up and groaned. Mama shook her lightly and told her to get up. Ana got up sleepily and went to wash her face. Then she woke Danny up and they went to have breakfast with Mama and Grandma.

They ate some toast and some eggs. Then Ana and Danny went to do their chores. The day went by normally. That particular day was no different from all their other days. The weeks went by quickly. Everyone forgot about Wallaby Powers.

Until one day, Thomas came up again with more bad news. “Things are growing worse. The villagers are all living at the expense of Wallaby. Plus Wallaby wants you to clear out. He said that he would like to live here himself!” Ana started to cry. Danny didn’t like what he heard. “NO! We live here and you can’t! Go awaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyy!!!!!!!”

Mama laughed and picked Danny up. “He is just confused.” Grandma said, giving Thomas a cup of tea. Ana ran to her room and sobbed. “I wish Wallaby would go away.” she said to herself. Then she had an idea. Ana knew that what she was going to do would save everyone in the village. If only she could have one day off from her chores…

“Mama, can I have on day off please? I’m so tired… Please? I want to go to the village.. Pretty please?” Ana tugged on Mama’s apron. Mama shook her off. “Okay, just don’t disturb anyone okay?” she said absently. Ana nodded. “Keep up the good work!” she encouraged then she ran to get ready.

She put on a big coat and tied up her long hair. Then she filled her bag with some of her belongings and crept down the hill. She hoped Danny didn’t see her. When she had reached the village she walked through normally. The villagers were all sad looking people. They looked tired and worn out.

“Why is everyone so sad?” Ana asked a villager. “Wallaby Powers is rebuilding his mansion. Not only do we have to pay for it, he is forcing all the men to build it. And he is not even paying them! Wallaby is also making people give him their best crops and taking our children for servants. I miss my son Thomas.”

Ana gasped. “Are you Mrs. Whitaker?” The woman nodded sadly and walked away. “Oh no, not Thomas!” Ana raced over to the mansion and peeked in at the window, taking care not to be noticed. Thomas was walking towards, Wallaby, holding a cup of wine. Wallaby sipped it and slapped Thomas. “It’s not cold! Get me one with ice!” Thomas’ faced burned. He walked off meekly.

Ana was indignant with anger. “That odious man!” Ana said, walking off.

Then something caught her attention. Wallaby was talking to a man. “I want you to regenerate the house on the big green hill. Turn it into a… holiday home! Yes, turn it into a holiday home. And do it fast!” Ana scowled.

She went over to a patch of mud and put some into a little bottle. Then with her heart beating, she climbed into the mansion through a window. Covering her face, she ran past Wallaby and threw some mud onto him. Then with a flying jump, she jumped out the window. Wallaby shouted but he didn’t get up.

Ana threw off her coat and her bag and hid it behind some rocks. Then she looked down at the dirty dress she was wearing and messed up her hair. Then she marched into the mansion and went over to Wallaby. “Sir, shall I prepare a bath for you?” Wallaby looked at her suspiciously. “Okay. Make it nice and hot.” Ana curtsied and went to the biggest bedroom in the mansion. The door said,

Wallaby Powers

Ana nodded and went in. The door to the bathroom had a picture of a bathtub and Ana went into it. There was a massive bathtub in there. Ana opened a jar in her bag. In it was the stickiest glue in the world. Ana poured it out. The jar was sticky-glue repellent so the glue slid out nicely. Then Ana read the instructions carefully.

Add water to expand glue. Water proof. Does not dilute. Remove with wool.

Ana put the jar back into her pocket and took a deep breath. She filled the tub with water and sure enough, the glue expanded. Ana touched the glue a little and it stuck to her finger. “Oops.” Ana said. She took some wool out from her pocket and cleaned her finger.

When the tub was filled she went out to call Wallaby. “Your bath is ready Sir.” Wallaby rolled his eyes and went to his room. Ana turned away and ran to the window. There weren’t any guards around. Ana jumped out and retrieved her coat and bag. She put her coat on and slung her bag onto her shoulder.

Then she heard a scream. “Help! I’m stuck! Get me out! I order you to! Aaaauugghhhh!!” Ana went to a man running into the mansion to see what was happening. “He is stuck! He is at our mercy!” Ana said, pretending to be a wide eyed child. The man suddenly had an excited look on his face.

He shouted to everyone. “He is stuck! He is at our mercy!” Everyone listened and soon everyone looked excited. People marched into the mansion feeling new strength. They pushed down the guards and all of Wallaby’s followers. They searched the mansion and soon they came to Wallaby’s bathroom.

The men saw the glue and avoided it. They beheaded Wallaby and the village was saved! Everyone wondered who put in the glue. Ana never told them. In the end everyone forgot it and left the mansion the way it was, with the head and the body, sunk in that big tub of glue for visitors to come and see.

The Village was happy and since the Mayor had no more relations, the villagers elected a mayor and life for everyone was happy again. Then when Ana grew up, she married Thomas and so everyone lived happily ever after.

The End.

The introduction of 'In Her Eyes'

2008-05-07T20:26:00.011+08:00

Once there were four sisters, a mother, and a father living in a medium sized house on the corner of Langley Street in Harlridge, Weirndosia. The sisters were named Alisa, Allison, Alice, and Alicia.

Alisa was the oldest. She was 17 years old and she was always thinking and daydreaming. She was quite shy but she had a considerable number of friends and she was never lonely nor were there too many people around her. She loved writing stories and that suited her quite well because she had so many ideas.

Allison was the second child. At 15 she was quite odd. She was the tallest, skinniest and definitely the most moody. She wasn't very popular, she had only one friend and that was her little turtle.
She was the saddest one of all the sisters.

Alice was the third daughter. She was 14 and she was the most musical one. She was a dazzling singer and she could play the piano, violin, flute, and guitar. She was also the prettiest and the most sensible of all her sisters.

Alicia was the youngest daughter at age 12. She was most artistic one. She drew beautiful pictures, painted masterpieces, and could sketch a picture of one of her friends in 15 minutes. Alicia loved art and she always enjoyed a trip to an art gallery.

Now begins my story about four not so ordinary girls that are all sisters, living in one house with their parents and a little turtle on Langley Street in Harlridge, Weirndosia.

***

"Alisa!!" Mother called. "Stop daydreaming. Your sisters have already left for school." Alisa quickly gulped down her juice and choked on the pulp. "Errr, sorry. Bye Mother." She kissed Mother's cheek and grabbed the bag on the chair next to her.

Alisa ran to school as fast as she could. School was just 20 metres away from their house. Alisa ran into her class just five seconds after the bell. Miss Hart looked at Alisa sternly. "That is the fourth time you have been tardy Miss Albert." Alisa smiled sheepishly.

"I hope it won't happen again, Miss Albert." Alisa nodded and squirmed from where she was standing. "Please sit down." Alisa obeyed and then Miss Hart proceeded to explain about the history of Weirndosia. As Alisa sat in her seat she wondered what they would be having for lunch.

Meanwhile, Allison was brooding in her seat all the way at the back of the her class. She wasn't allowed to sit up front. "She is too tall, Sir." Mr. Rupert said to the Headmaster. So Allison was placed at the back where all the bullies sat. They teased and bullied poor Allison every chance they got.

Somewhere on the other side of school, Alice sat at her desk, Her posture perfect, her desk clean and dust free, her clothes unruffled. Girls would pass her notes, and some of the boys would smile at her the way they would smile to a girl they especially liked. Alice was by far one of the most popular girls in her form.

Just opposite Alice's class, Alicia sat at her desk, doodling on a piece of paper. She wasn't really listening to her teacher, Mr. Reilley. She was busy wondering what she could create with four buttons, two used boxes, some paperclips and six marbles. Alicia was creative and soon came up with an idea for her junk under her bed.

That day was a normal and ordinary day, not a day one would remember for the rest of his of her life, but it was just a day I picked out because it was so ordinary.

When would an Un-ordinary day come then? Ah, that will happen in story 2.

Dust me please?

2008-04-23T16:09:00.005+08:00

Once there was a little speck of dust living in a flea who lived in an old monkey in the Pasire Forest in Hamlyn, Weirndosia. The speck's name was Dusty and he lived on the flea with his mother and father. They were a happy little family and they had no worries.

Mother Dust cleaned their little home and Father Dust went hunting on the flea for some flea hair. The Dust family loved to eat flea hair. It was crunchy and sometimes sweet and sometimes savoury.

One day, Mother and Father Dust were having a nap. Dusty was bored. He wanted to play. Nap time was so boring! So he crept out of the house and went for a walk. He nibbled on some flea hair and ran and played. His parent still slept on.

He ran around, indulging in the bliss. He hopped around and shouted and laughed and giggled. The he came to the flea's head. Not knowing, he hopped onto the head and yelled, "I'm the king of the flea! Woohooo!!!" The flea woke up and he was very angry.

He shook his head hard. Little Dusty fell off. He screamed in fright. The evil, merciless flea opened his big mouth and CHOMP! Little Dusty now lived in the flea's stomach.

Tha End... Rating: zero *

The rats of Sewerville

2008-04-05T11:48:00.005+08:00

Once there was a rat living under Mrs. Leech's bed. Mrs. Leech was a little blind and she was always sewing so she never noticed the rat running around the house. The rat's name was Fatty and he always took food from the pantry at 8 'o' clock at night and in the morning.

He would grab a chicken leg (or any animal leg there was), an ant infested jelly (Mrs. Leech always receives jelly everyday. She hates jelly so she never eats any), a pinch of salt and a little capful of whatever drink thats there.

Then he would drag it under the bed and chomp them down. Then he would get very stuffed and would barf it all out. When he barfed it out he would feel hungry again so he would eat the lumpy substance and pat his stomach. He loved to eat.

Even though Fatty was very greedy, he was very neat. He cleaned up his messes and threw away the chicken bones (or whatever animal he ate's bones) The problem is that Fatty was extremely smelly. He never cleaned himself; he used his body to wipe the floor.

Fatty was also the most popular rat in Sewerville, where Mrs. Leech lived. Every house in the small village of Sewerville lived a lady who loved to sew even with bad eyesight and a rat. The town was filled with rats and sewing women. That was how Sewerville got its name.

Fatty had many friends. His best friends were Lollie and Stinky. Lollie was the smallest rat in Sewerville and Stinky was the cleanest. Rats hate the smell of flowers and pretty things. Stinky bathed in 'Sally's floral flavour shampoo'. It repulsed the rats in Sewerville.

Now there was a rat in Sewerville that everybody listened to. She was the leader. Her name was RLOAR which stood for Rat Leader Of All Rats. Rloar was mean and hard, but everyone listened to her because her younger brothers were gangsters. They adored their sister.

Rloar lived in the biggest house in Sewerville with the mayor of Sewerville. The mayor of Sewerville was the nicest lady in Sewerville. She gave all the ladies in Sewerville a jelly everyday. Everyone respected her and loved her very much.

One day, Fatty, Lollie, and Stinky went for a walk. Fatty and Lollie looked through the rubbish while Stinky licked his paws. They brought out some banana skins, a chocolate bar (from one of the ladies grandsons), and an amazing green thing.

The rats didn't know what it was, but it was very delicious. It was crunchy in some places and soft and thin in other places. It was a bitterish but plainish and it tasted delicious. Rloar came up behind them and the rats quickly jumped down and bent their heads down low.

Rloar nodded and waited for them to put their heads up. They didn't. They didn't see her nod so they remained in their position. "Lift your heads, you silly rats!" They obeyed and Rloar spotted a bit of the green stuff sticking out of Fatty's mouth. "What are you eating?" Rloar asked.

"Umm.. We don't know." Lollie said, her cheeks turning a little pink. Rloar squinted at her. "I wasn't talking to you." Rloar said rudely. Lollie blushed again and nodded. Fatty spoke up. "We just found it in the bins." Rloar looked at Fatty, suspicious.

"Get some for me, Stinky." Rloar ordered. Stinky's eyes grew wide. He hated the bins. They were too dirty. "I just had a bath--" Fatty jumped up. "I'll get it." he said. Rloar glared at Stinky. "I asked you to get it, you fart lard!" Stinky trembled. Rloar pointed to Stinky and her brothers came.

They grabbed Stinky by his legs and threw him into the bins. Stinky let out a bloodcurdling scream. Rloar and her brothers laughed loudly. Fatty quickly threw them the green food. They lunged for it and scampered away. Fatty pushed poor Stinky off the bins and he fell with a thud.

He whimpered and ran home. Lollie shrugged and ran off, calling goodbye. Fatty sighed and went home. Then he went through the pantry and looked for some of the delicious green stuff. He found some and stuffed himself. Then he went under the bed and fell asleep.

That night, Mrs. Leech decided to cook dinner for herself and for two of her neighbours. She looked through the pantry and gave a shout of startled surprise. All her vegetables were gone!

Star

2008-04-03T17:10:00.005+08:00

“...Ninety-six... ninety-seven... ninety-eight... ninety-nine... one hundred.” Star put her hair brush down and smiled at her reflection in the mirror. She patted her glossy auburn hair and then she climbed into her bed.

She fluffed her pillow and settled down. She waited for the knock on the door. It came.
“Come in.” Star said. The door opened and her Aunt Blossom came in. “Hello Darling.” she said affectionately.

Star beamed at her. She bent down and gave Star a kiss. “Goodnight Sweet.” Aunt Blossom said, looking at Star lovingly. “Goodnight, Aunt Blossom.” Star said, snuggling down under the covers. Aunt Blossom switched off the light and went out quietly. Star smiled and fell fast asleep.

*.*.*.*.*

“Hurry up!” Luke said impatiently. Star ran down the stairs and grabbed her sling bag. “Bye Aunt Blossom!” Luke and Star said in unison. They ran outside and Luke ran over to his motorbike. He fastened on Star’s helmet and then he fastened on his own.

Star wrapped her arms around her brother’s waist, and he rode off. When they arrived at the school, Star hopped off and undid her helmet. She dropped it into Luke’s hands. “Bye!” she shouted before running into the building. Giving a wave, Luke rode off.

Star put on a cheerful smile and walked through the busy hall to her class. Her teacher, Miss Rogers, gave Star a friendly smile. Star returned the smile and went to her desk. It was neat and clean.

Star put her bag on top of it and sat down. Then a note fluttered onto her desk. Someone gasped and Star looked around. Everyone was quiet. Star picked the note up carefully and opened it slowly. Everyone whispered to the person next to them. Star read the note with bated breath.

Hey don't you think Star is a weird girl? I don't like her.
She is such a teachers pet. Yuck.
Did you know she is actually an orphan? Weirdo!
Penny.
P.S. Pass it on!
P.P.S. Don't let Star see this!

Tears filled Stars eyes. She crumpled the note and stuffed it into her pocket. Everyone stared as Star wiped her eyes. “Please turn to page Forty-six.” Miss Rogers said. Every-one gave a sigh of relief and turned back to their books quietly. Star sniffed and opened her book. She couldn’t wait to go home.

*.*.*.*.*

Star lay on her bed, her face bathed in tears and her head throbbing. She remembered what the note said. ‘Did you know that she is actually an orphan? Ha-ha.’ Star turned over and sniffed loudly. She wished she had parents.

Her father had died in a car accident when her mother was still pregnant. Then her mother died in childbirth. She never got to hold the baby. Luke was 9 years old then. He held the baby and Aunt Blossom told him to name her. “Star.” he said. “I want to name the baby Star.”

So Aunt Blossom decided that the baby would be christened Star. Aunt Blossom had raised the two children ever since. Star loved Aunt Blossom very much. But she wasn’t their mother. Star wiped her eyes and sat up.

She put her hand on her head. It was aching terribly. She flopped back on the bed and sighed. I was so happy this morning. She thought tiredly. Then she remembered the note again and cried herself to sleep.

*.*.*.*.*

“Star? Star. Wake up. Are you okay?” Star opened her eyes and saw her brother looking at her anxiously. “Yeah, I’m fine.” she said before yawning. Luke gave her a hug and kissed her head. “I was kind of worried for you. As soon as we got home, you ran to your room and slammed the door.”

Star gave him a weak smile. “Its okay. I’m alright.” Star sat up. Luke smiled at her warmly. “How was school?”
Star cringed as she thought about it. “Uh, fine. I mean,” Star hesitated. “Pretty awful.”
Luke looked concerned.

“It was just some girls--” Star faltered. “Do you want to tell me about it?” he asked gently. Star burst into tears. “I was in class and then this note fell onto my desk and then I read it and--” Star reached into her pocket and pulled out the note.

She gave it to Luke and he took it, smoothing it out. He read it and his eyes flashed with anger. “They shouldn’t do things like this!” he exclaimed, angrily indignant. Star shrugged even though she agreed with her brother.

“I’ll have to talk to the teacher.” Luke said. “No!” Star shouted. She blushed. “No. She wouldn’t understand.” Luke gave Star a puzzled look. Then suddenly someone downstairs screamed. Star and Luke jumped up and ran down.

“What happened aunt--” Luke stopped when he saw Aunt Blossom lying on the floor, drenched in blood. Star screamed and ran nearer. “What happened?!” Star screamed, tears streaming down her face.

“Oh.. Luke... Star... Darlings... Come... I-I--” Aunt Blossom's voice wavered. Luke was crying already. “What happened?” he asked urgently. Aunt Blossom held Star’s and Luke’s hands.

“It was him. He came and- he demanded- I mean, asked me for the map. I refused. Then he- he kind of- s-s-shot m-me. No, don’t worry. Take care of yourselves.” Star cried. “Why you? What map? Who are you talking about?”

Aunt Blossom sighed. She was breathing very heavily. “The-the- map. The map to the treas—treasure.” Luke looked puzzled. “Treasure? Who came to take it?” Aunt Blossom looked very troubled. “My brother.”

To be continued...

The sky is the limit

2008-03-30T16:26:00.002+08:00

Here's an old story. Read it again if you want to.

Once upon a time there lived a boy who dreamed of flying. He was only six, but he had great plans in his mind. He would say, "Flying. It's so wonderfully magical!"
One day, his mother was planning to go grocery shopping. "Robert," (for that was the boy's name) "I'm going out. I have arranged for you a baby-sitter, so be good." Robert smiled innocently and said, "Yes, Mummy-wummy." His mother smiled and gave Robert a kiss.
The doorbell rang. Robert's mother went to the door and opened it. "Oh, Carlie, Thank goodness you are here." Carlie the baby-sitter smiled and went in. "You know what to do Carlie. The numbers are here so call me if anything happens. Mr. Frason will be back at around two o'clock." Carlie nodded and Robert's mother went off.

Robert sighed. "I wish I could fly." Carlie giggled. "Oh, Robbie, you know that flying isn't easy." Robert scratched his cheek. "I know, it's just- I wish I could go to Mars, and see if there is any life on it. Or, or, follow the birds when they migrate south. Or something." Carlie smiled, amused. "Isn't it so wonderful?" Robert asked. "Robert, how about some ice cream?" she said, trying to change the subject. Robert shook his head. "I just want to fly." he said stubbornly. Carlie sighed. "Oh, Robert. There is more to life than just flying. Many people had great lives without ever flying." Robert was silent. Then with a cry he ran to his room.

"Robert, were you a good boy when Carlie was here?" Mr. Frason (Robert's Father) asked. Robert didn't say a word. "Robbie, darling?" Mrs. Frason said, worriedly. Robert burst out in tears. "I wanna FLY!!!!!!!" Mr. Frason buried his face in his hands. "Why is he so intent on flying?" he asked no one in particular. Mrs. Frason hugged Robert. "Why do you want to fly?" she asked gently. Robert wiped his eyes. "I want to see the sky really near. I want to touch the sky. I want to hug a cloud." he said finally. Mr. Frason was getting wary. "Hug a cloud??" he asked in disbelief. Mrs. Frason tried to hide a smile. Mr. Frason got up and shook his head. "Why in the world does the boy want to hug a cloud?" he muttered under his breath.

Many weeks passed. It was almost Robert's seventh birthday, but still he kept on wanting to fly. One day, Mr. and Mrs. Frason visited Mrs. Frason's sister, Fran and her husband James. They had coffee and they were talking to each other. Soon, the conversation turned to Robert. "Oh, Fran, It's almost Robert's birthday and he still wants to fly." Fran and James laughed. "Fly, Darla?" Fran asked. Mrs. Frason smiled and nodded. James chuckled. "Why in the world does he want to fly?" he asked. Mr. Frason laughed. "Oh, He wants to touch the sky and hug a cloud." Fran giggled. Then she had an idea. She was an interior designer and she had thought of a marvelous plan to help the Frasons'. She told the Frasons' her plan. Mrs. Frason clapped her hands in delight. "Oh, that would be very good. But where would we get the money?" Fran smiled. "Don't worry about it. It will be our birthday present to him."

Robert was sent to his grandmother's to stay, because now the Frason's were very busy. He came home on his birthday and his parents had a wonderful surprise for him. Robert ran to his room. Was it a pet? Or an airplane? He opened the door to his room and gasped. His walls were painted blue and there were puffs of white on it. He had a new bed. It was blue with clouds all over. He had some new toys, from his other aunts and uncles, airplanes, sky themed finger puppets and bird soft toys. He climbed onto his bed and gave a cry of delight. His bedsheet was in a sky theme and the quilt had pictures of airplanes and clouds. But his favorite surprise was his pillows. They were shaped as clouds and they were so soft. Then Robert hugged the cloud. His bed was so comfortable. He snuggled down and fell asleep.

An attempt to make you laugh

2008-03-30T15:33:00.004+08:00

Once upon a time there was a small boy that lived in Pluto. He loved singing and dancing. One day, as he was singing and sprinkling Pluto dust around, he was careless and some of the dust fell into his eyes.

He screamed so loudly that the family living on Neptune almost flew over and struck him down. Unfortunately, the Pluto dust settled into his eyes and the boy became partially blind. He fell onto the hard Pluto ground and received a concussion.

He lay there, not thinking about anything. After awhile, he groaned and got up. His head throbbed and his eyes were hurting like crazy.

He walked around and without knowing where he was going, he stepped onto a sleeping meteoroid. The meteoriod thought his commander was calling him to destroy earth. He flew off and the boy grabbed hold.

The meteoroid saw him and became furious! He went faster and plunked right on top of Weirndosia's famous stone monument of Lady Ursula of the land. Lady Ursula's head fell off and the boy rolled off her parasol.

His head was spinning. He screamed again and ran into the nearest alley. He hid under a garbage tank and wondered where he was.

He rocked himself and started to cry. Then miraculously, his tears cleared away the Pluto dust. He looked around and gasped.

He was terribly scared. He ran to the street and then a car hit him. The man in the car pressed the horn and then braked. He jumped out of the car and went to the boy. But he was already dead.

The crown princess

2008-03-06T17:40:00.008+08:00

Here is a story I wrote a few years ago. I edited it a little just now so that it wouldn't sound so weird. Here goes...

Once there was a princess called Nina. She was the heir to her throne. And she was to marry Prince Eugene.One day she went for a walk with Prince Eugene. The day was beautiful, For it was the first day of spring.

Birds sang, flowers blossomed, butterflies fluttered, frogs hopped. Nina and Eugene thought it was fantastic. "I wish I could stay all day." Nina said dreamily. "Mm-hm. Its wonderful out." Eugene murmured.They held hands and walked around. Then they walked out.

The next day, they went out again. But they went in deeper. Suddenly they were surrounded by nine Oryers. Nina’s heart pounded. Eugene drew his sword and killed 4 Oryers. Blood splattered. Nina screamed. "Quiet!" Eugene yelled. Nina stopped. Suddenly, more Oryers came and surrounded them. Eugene fought and fought. At last, the Oryers left. Eugene was badly wounded.

TWO MONTHS LATER...

The romantic couple went for a walk again. Then they were surrounded by Oryers again. Nina then remembered what happened the other time. She pushed Eugene away and fought. The Head Oryer then ripped off her leg. Nina screamed.

"Go Eugene!" Eugene hesitated, then ran off. "I shall get help, Nina!" he called anxiously. Blood poured out of the place Nina's leg was. Nina was covered in blood. She started crying. Then she was unconcious. The Oryer then killed Nina. Blood flew in all directions. Each Oryer had blood splattered on their faces. They wiped it off, then spat on Nina. Then the Oryers cleaned her and cut her into 20 pieces. They washed up and then ate her for dinner.

~THE END~

The mermaid

2008-03-06T17:20:00.006+08:00

“Jacqueline! Come here!” I sighed and ran toward my house. “Yes, Mother?” I asked. Mother came to me and pulled me by the ear. “What were you doing,” she asked. “When you were supposed to do your homework?” I pulled away from Mother’s grasp. “Mother… I am terribly sorry. Father called me to--”
“Excuses, excuses. Jacqueline, Stop talking like a character in a fairytale. This is the twenty first century for goodness sake. Stop calling me ‘Mother’. It is so embarrassing. Just be like those children that call their mothers ‘Mum’. ” I nodded. Mum shook her head and went into the kitchen.

“Antoinette! Do your homework with Jacqueline!” Antoinette came down and stuck out her tongue at me. Antoinette is my older sister. She is stuck up and mean. She hates me sometimes, but I don’t care. Sometimes we team up against my oldest brother Frederick. He has a lot of girlfriends. Personally, I don’t think those girls have good taste.
All of us have nicknames. I’m Jaci, Antoinette is Toni, and Frederick is Fred. Sometimes girls call him Freddie or Ricky.

Anyway, Fred came down and flipped back his long hair. He does that to attract girls. “Gross.” Toni and I said in unison. I glared at her. She stuck out her tongue at me. “Loser!” I said to her. Then she pushed me. “Break it up, girls!” Fred ordered. I looked at Toni. She nodded. Then we both lunged for Fred.

He screamed and we started bruising him. Mum came in. “Girls!!” she shouted. I got up and brushed myself. “Punishment,” Mum said. I groaned. “All of you have to camp on the beach at ten o’clock till… Nine a.m.” Toni gasped. “W-w-what! I am not staying on Forte beach tonight!” Mum blinked. “Are you disobeying me? Fighting the whole morning, not doing your homework? You need a punishment.” I gulped. “Forte beach is haunted at night!” I said. Mum rolled her eyes. “Face your fears.” Mum walked into the kitchen.

I felt my stomach do a turn.

At exactly 10:00 p.m., we walked onto the beach. I shivered. Fred built a fire and we warmed up next to it. Next we helped Fred set up the tent. I gulped as the wind howled. “This is too harsh a punishment.” Toni said, opening a can of already prepared tuna. I opened my can and Fred opened his. We ate silently. Then I climbed into the tent and wriggled into my sleeping bag. Toni climbed into hers and Fred went into his own tent. I lay awake, listening to the sound of waves crashing onto the sand and I fell asleep……

I awoke to the sound of screaming. I glanced at the light up alarm clock. 2 a.m. I shook Toni. She woke up and shivered. “What’s that?” Toni asked worriedly. I looked outside and gasped. There was Fred, sitting next to a creature. She had dull blue hair, yellow eyes and a purple tail. She was holding Fred. I pulled Toni out. Toni stifled a scream. “W-w-who are you?”

The creature smiled an evil grin. “I am Latia! I am the princess of the sea! I am a mermaid. You?” My heart was beating. “I am Jaci, She is Toni and he is Fred.” Latia frowned. “Do you have a title?” she asked. I shook my head. “Oh well, I shall tell you what is going on. I am ready to take over the sea! My father is on his death bed, and I am the oldest daughter. I will be queen. But in order for me to be queen, I must marry. That is such a stupid rule. Anyway, I have searched far and wide, deep and low, for a husband. Most of them are conceited, few are nice, and none are handsome. I have never seen a human boy until now, so I shall take with me Fred. He is very charming. The only thing is that he screams like a girl, and he is not made to live underwater. But I could fix this.”

Latia started pulling Fred into the water. “Don’t take Fred!” Toni screamed. Latia turned her head. “What did you say? Are you defying me, Latia, princess of the sea?” At this Latia’s eyes turned fiery orange. Toni put her hand over her mouth and started to cry. “Goodbye, ladies!” Latia’s eyes turned yellow again and she started swimming away, with an unconscious Fred on her back.

I screamed. “Come back! Fred! Please come back!” I fell on my knees and put my face in the wet sand. I cried loudly. Latia swam back. “Stop that!” she said. “You are such babies.” I wiped my face. “Don’t take Fred.” I said. “I must take him.” she said indignantly. I pushed her. Then I realized. “Big mistake.” Latia shouted. Then a whole army of blue haired, purple tailed merpeople rose from the sea! I started to run but Toni caught my arm.

“Look at them.” Toni said. They carried pink birthday candles and each one was lighted with green fire. They started talking in unison. “We are the Merpeople from the sea. And we are ready to destroy your species.” I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them again. The Merpeople were real! “Toni….” I said uncertainly. Toni grabbed my hand.

I looked at Fred, lying on the sand, wet and unconscious. Tears poured from my eyes. “Don’t cry. Don’t cry.” I told myself. The Merpeople threw their candles onto the sand. The place burst into green flame, just missing Fred. Fred woke up with a jolt. “Run!” I screamed. The three of us ran and ran, leaving behind the tents and sleeping bags. I ran as hard as I could.

I heard the merpeople screaming at us. I saw a pale wet hand on my shoulder. I screamed. “Be prepared to meet your doom!” a voice said. Then more hands went onto me, until I was weighed down. “Help!” I shouted. I kicked and screamed and yelled. Where were the others? I heard a scream from Toni. “Stop!” I screamed. I panted and punched every place I could. Slowly, I couldn’t breathe anymore……

I woke and found Mum was holding me and rocking me. I gasped for breath. “Darling. Jacqueline, sweetie. Ohhhh… I love you.” Mum kissed me. Then I saw Fred and Toni looking at me. They were sitting down and they were smiling. “She is okay!” Toni said, relieved. I sat up, glad to be in my mothers arms, where I was safe at last. I looked over at my siblings. Fred gave me a wink.

Unwanted and Unloved - Megan

2008-03-02T22:11:00.006+08:00

"You are too much of a nerd." Tara taunted. Megan blushed and sat on the school bench, her stomach starting to turn. "You're the biggest loser in Weirndosia." Tara said, flipping her hair back. Megan wrinkled her nose, feeling nervous.

Tara picked up her bag and showed it off to Megan. It was gold with silver flowers and white beads. The bag was stunning and quite pretty. Megan wished she had one. "I know you don't own something like this.." Tara said, noticing Megan's longing look. Tara laughed meanly and strutted off. Tara turned to have one more look at Megan's unhappy face and she walked away, leaving a hurt and sensitive girl behind.

Megan did look a little bit like a nerd. She had plain long hair that she wore in two long braids hanging down her back. She was tall and skinny, and she wore big, hard, metal rimmed glasses which hid her pretty eyes. Megan always wore her school uniform like the other kids, but you could tell it was always clean, starched, and neat. Megan carried big books around and many kids teased her for it.

Tara was the meanest girl in school. All the girls were scared of her. Tara also was the president of the 'coolest' club in Hermes Montgomery school. The club members got special privileges like free clothes, fancy dinners and they got to hang out in Tara's humongous and glamorous bedroom. Tara's father was a famous movie star and Tara got anything she wanted. Every girl wanted to be her 'friend'. Including Megan.

Megan ran home and went to her room. She flung herself onto her bed and started to sob. Her sister Vera came into the room without knocking and went over to Megan's bed. "Bullied?" she asked nonchalantly. Megan sobbed loudly. "Go away. You didn't knock." she said, in between hiccups.

Vera rolled her eyes and walked off. "Too bad you're not hot like me." Vera said, looking at herself in the mirror. Megan growled. "Go AWAY!" she screamed. Vera jumped. "Fine! You don't have to get so touchy." Vera sauntered out. Megan went under her covers and burrowed down. She sobbed and cried until she fell asleep.

"Dinner!" Mum called. Megan got up, her eyes hurting and her foot asleep. She limped downstairs and sat at the table. They started eating and the family chatted together. Only Megan remained silent. Then when everyone was quiet, Megan decided to tell her mother about Tara. "Mum." she said. Mum didn't notice. "Mum." she said, louder. Mum didn't reply. "Mum!" she said, at the same as her other sister Hilary. "Yes, Hilary?" Mum said. Hilary talked to her mother.

Tears welled up in Megan's eyes. 'No one loves me.' she thought, feeling very miserable.
That night, Megan went into her bed, trying to forget that awful day. Mum popped her head into her room. "Not asleep yet?" she asked briskly. Megan snuggled into her bed. "I was going to sleep." she said quietly. Mum nodded. "Good night." she said. The door closed. Megan heard Mum open another door. "Vera?" Silence. "Yes honey. OK, go to sleep." Silence. "I love you." Mum closed Vera's door and Megan heard her walk to her room.

Megan started to sob again. For sure, Mum didn't love her. Megan waited for the light outside to go off. When it did, Megan hopped out of bed and switched on her own light. She grabbed the suitcase that her Grandma had given her and filled it with the clothes that Mum and Dad didn't give her. "They'll hate me if I take those clothes." Megan told herself. She packed all her favorite things other people had given her and she changed into a comfortable outfit. She made sure she had her things and she slowly crept out.

She had no food but she decided she could buy some in the morning. She had 30 Lysas* from her savings. She walked away from the familiar lawn she had seen everyday. She jogged off, a tear rolling down her cheek. She loved her parents. But they didn't love her. She broke into a run. She ran into the park and went to the cleanest bench she could find. She lay down and fell asleep.

The next morning she went to the bakery and bought the cheapest bun she could find. She ate it up and walked all the way to the end of town. She had lived in Harlridge. She walked out of Harlridge and into Selato. There were lots of towns. She had learned that Selato was the biggest state in Weirndosia. She walked around aimlessly and she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. She was homesick. But she forced herself to go on and bumped into a woman carrying a laundry basket. The clothes fell out. "Ooops! Sorry." she said. The lady glared at her and picked the clothes up hastily.

Megan felt sick. She ran to the nearest bench and sat down. She held her stomach. She was hungry again. Megan felt tears. She slapped herself. "I'm not a baby." she told herself sternly. She took a gulp of fresh air and she felt the tears again. Megan couldn't help herself. She let herself cry until people were staring at her like she was a lunatic.

Megan was lost, unhappy and she was feeling unloved. She wanted someone to care about her.
Do your part and follow this: Do not practice favoritism. Learn to love everyone. Even if they seem unlovable. God made them for a purpose. Everyone wants love. It seems like love has become extinct. Help save lives by preserving love.

*Weirndosian money

Another stupid short

2008-02-24T22:24:00.004+08:00

There once was a boy in Southwest Park with a...... (refer to picture)

A stupid short

2008-02-24T21:57:00.005+08:00

There once was a girl in Selato called Lena. Lena was a very fussy girl. She was beautiful and rich and she was quite a nice girl if you got to know her. But there was one other thing about her. She only wanted to get married to a handsome, entertaining and rich man. She wanted a man with loads of cash. She wanted to stay wealthy all her life. Her parents gave her all she wanted. Lena always knew what she wanted. One day, as she was sewing on her porch, a another suitor came up to her and asked for her hand in marriage. Lena refused as usual. In the end she never got married, but she died, happy and content.
The End.

Strange happenings

2008-02-19T19:11:00.006+08:00

Slowly, slowly, Pollyanna crept up to Honker. She grabbed his bag and took off. She ran through the snow, panting and sweating even though it was freezing out. Honker ran after her, screaming and shouting. But he didn’t go far.

He stopped as soon as his toes felt numb. He couldn’t feel a thing in his feet. Then he spotted a shack. He limped toward the shack and rapped on the door. “Come in.” a sweet voice said. Honker went in and sighed. A pretty lady was stirring something in a pot. “Ah, a cold and wounded traveler?” she asked mysteriously.

Honker sat down apprehensively and took the bowl of soup the lady gave him. “Yes, miss.” The lady smiled a deep, understanding smile. “Alright. Are you to stay the night and travel again tomorrow?” Honker hesitated. “I need my map.” he said finally. “And where is it, young man?”

The lady gave him a hot mug of cocoa. Honker sighed. “That is the problem. A young girl stole it from me.” The pretty lady laughed gently. “A young girl, can defeat a big man like you?” Honker blushed. “No ma'am. I was unaware and she just came and stole it. I ran and my toes got numb from the frost.”

The lady sighed and took the empty bowl of soup from Honker. “You must be tired.” she said. Honker nodded. “Well, I will go and make a bed for you.” Honker nodded again. “Thank you madam.” The lady laughed. “Please, call me Miss Po.”

Honker awoke and found himself on a soft but lumpy bed. He looked around. He was in the pretty lady’s cottage. He got up and found his coat. He put it on, scribbled a note for Miss Po and went out the front door.

He walked down the little lane and noticed the walk had been shovelled. “Probably some kid.” Honker walked down and he then got a shock. “Mister! You forgot your breakfast!” Honker sighed with relief. He walked back and Miss Po gave him a piece of paper. It said:

Miss Po, I have to go. I would have liked breakfast, but I don’t want to wake you up. Good Bye. Honker.

Ha-ha very funny. You need breakfast. It is my job.

Honker threw the paper into his pocket and sat down at Miss Po’s kitchen table. “You are a silly man.” Miss Po said, giving him a plate of sausages and eggs. Then she passed him a mug of coffee. Honker sipped it gratefully.

When Honker finished his breakfast, he looked around the small but cozy room. Miss Po laughed and Honker looked at her, feeling uncomfortable. Honker looked at Miss Po and gasped. She had turned into that girl who had stolen his bag! “Pollyanna Harper!” he shouted. Miss Po (Who really was Pollyanna) gave a cry and ran into the kitchen.

Honker spotted his bag under the couch and grabbed it. Then he turned around and screamed. Pollyanna was pointing a knife in his direction! Honker ran for the door but it was too late. Pollyanna had killed him with her knife. Then Pollyanna started to cry and she stared at the floor. Miss Po had found out the secret of youth: Kill the man that you love. But he was dead already, and she had her wish, she was young. Miss Po stuck the knife into her heart and fell to the floor.

Beauty isn't everything

2008-02-19T16:39:00.003+08:00

Once upon a time, there was a princess who lived in the kingdom of Blue Weather. She was the most beautiful princess in the whole wide world. She had silky and curly brown hair, dark green eyes, and the most charming smile. Her name was Christine. She was just beautiful. Now if a princess is beautiful, a prince would come and marry her. But, no prince would marry her. To you, it’s a puzzle, that no one would marry the beautiful princess Christine. You see, Princess Christine was a conceited princess. She did not like anyone but herself. She was fussy and impatient. She was mean and rude. That was why princes’ did not want to marry her.

In another kingdom on a hill called Lemon Hill, there was another princess. She was the nicest person you would ever meet. She was cheerful, kind, funny and fun. Her name was Hayden, but she was totally opposite from Christine. Hayden was ugly. She had short and messy blonde hair, plain brown eyes, a billion freckles and a tiny, tiny nose. The nice things about her were her smile. It was sweet and always there. Hayden was ugly, but her smile made everything better. The other thing was her voice. She had a sweet voice, she sang well, when she laughed it was so sweet. Princes’ did not call on her to get married to them though. The princes’ were quite shallow in those days, so Hayden had no suitors, but many friends, like other princesses and villagers. Hayden’s parents were very proud of Hayden. They weren’t disappointed that their daughter was so homely. They loved her all the same.

One day, the kings and queens around the world came to the kingdom of Blue Weather.
Princess Christine decided to walk in the woods, followed by two guards and two servants. So they went, until they came to a clearing in the wood. There sat a prince. He was Prince Derrick, from Lavender Meadow, The most handsome prince in the whole world. He had short blonde hair, striking blue eyes and he was very tall. When Princess Christine saw him, she immediately fell in love. Derrick was certainly very handsome and strong. “Good evening, your highness.” Christine said, curtsying. Derrick smiled and bowed. “Good evening, Princess--?” Christine smiled, which made Derrick smile even more. “Christine.” she replied. Derrick sat down again and motioned for Christine to sit down. Derrick had heard about Christine’s bad reputation, but decided that he had heard wrong about her. “Very nice evening, isn’t it?” Derrick said politely. Christine nodded, making her curls bounce a little. Derrick was very charmed by Christine. She was so pretty and nice, or so he thought. Then someone rushed into the clearing, followed by a trail of children. The person was laughing and the children laughed too. When the person saw Christine and Derrick, she stopped and the children bumped into her and laughed. “Who are you?” Derrick asked politely. The person bowed her head and curtsied. “Princess Hayden, sire.” Christine giggled. “What is it?” Derrick asked. “Princess Hayden?” Christine said, giggling. “She is only the ugliest princess in the history of the world!” Christine started laughing again. Derrick was taken aback. He was surprised that Princess Christine was so rude and so mean. Hayden fought back tears. How humiliating! She ran out of the clearing, and the children followed her. Prince Derrick stood up. “Excuse me.” he said to Christine, and ran out of the clearing. Christine rolled her eyes and motioned for her servants to give her more make up. Derrick ran after Hayden and caught her. Hayden screamed, thinking an Oryer had caught her.

Derrick pulled her sleeve but she ran faster, ripping the sleeve off. “Wait! Hayden!” he shouted. Hayden ran, and tripped over a branch. Derrick went over to her. Hayden screamed. “Don’t eat me, don’t eat me!” Hayden was shaking in fear. Derrick smiled at her. “Its okay, don’t scream.” he said. Hayden looked up and saw Derrick looking at her. The children were staring down at her. Hayden blushed. Derrick pulled her up and laughed. “What did you think I was?” Derrick asked. Hayden blushed again. “An Oryer.” she said. Then she realized how weird she sounded. Derrick laughed again. Derrick thought, ‘Hayden is really nice.’ Derrick wasn’t really shallow, he saw past Hayden’s face, into her heart. Hayden felt so shy suddenly. She smiled shyly. Derrick was so surprised that Hayden had such a pretty smile. He took her hand. Hayden’s heart started beating really fast. Hayden pulled her hand away. “Let's get the children back.” she said quickly. Derrick nodded and they took the children out of the woods. On the way back to the castle, she bumped into Derrick’s brother, Seth. He was a handsome fellow, but not as handsome as his brother. At lunchtime, he would crack jokes and he seemed really friendly. When he wasn’t talking, she saw him stare at Christine a lot. She giggled when she looked at him. But, she was also doing the same thing to Derrick.

After lunch she talked to Seth. He was a friendly guy. He made a lot of jokes and he seemed so nice. “Let’s be friends.” she told him. He agreed and they became very close that day. Seth told her many things, and Hayden did too. Seth told her that he had loved Christine. “I know she is a nice person, deep down inside her.” Hayden nodded. She told him that she liked Derrick. “He is so sweet. I think I love him.” Hayden and Seth became best friends and they promised to write to each other.

As the days passed, Hayden thought about Derrick a lot. She wondered if he loved her, or if he was marrying someone else, or—Maybe he forgot her.

One day, Christine decided to hold a party. She invited all the princes and princesses in the world. All of the princesses and princes did not like Christine, but they all loved parties, so they all went. The party was to be held on the 21^st of May. But Hayden came earlier. She was always early. So she arrived on the 15^th of May. She went there and she settled herself into a nice inn. One day, she went walking in the wood, and she went to the same clearing the wood. There she met Christine. “Good Morning, Christine.” she said politely. Christine just stuck her nose in the air and sniffed rudely. Nearby the clearing stood was a fairy. She saw what happened and she was very angry. She was the sort of Fairy who liked to punish the bad people and make good things happen to good people. So she popped out of the bushes. The girls gasped. “Hello, what have we here?” she asked. Hayden, remembering her manners, curtsied. “Good afternoon, Madam.” she said, smiling. Christine just sniffed. “What are you doing in my kingdom?” she asked snobbishly. The fairy stuck out her tongue at Christine. “My name is Deirdre the fairy.” she said, becoming nice and sweet again. Hayden smiled at Deirdre again. Christine rolled her eyes. “More like weird-dre.” Christine said rudely. Hayden nudged Christine to keep quiet. “Um, hello. My name is Hayden. She is Christine.” Hayden said. Deirdre nodded and started twirling. Christine laughed at her. Hayden had to keep back giggles. Suddenly, Deirdre started spinning like a top. Around and around, she spun. Hayden and Christine got dizzy just watching. They lay down to stop the sensation. Hayden couldn’t take it. Suddenly, she went unconscious. Christine breathed heavily. Then she went unconscious too. Deirdre whispered something and disappeared.

Christine woke up to find herself on her bed. “Oh… It was just a dream.” She got up and went to the mirror. To her horror, she was uglier than Hayden. You could tell it was her, but it was like she changed some of her features. Her hair was messy and dirty, her face was covered with freckles, her ears were red, her face was also covered in pimples, her eyes had bags under them, and the worst thing was the huge brown mole right next to her nose. Christine screamed. Her servant Jess ran is and screamed. “Your highness—you look, just--” Christine cut in. “Disgusting!!!” Christine started to cry. Her parents ran into the room. “Oh my goodness.” The King said. The Queen started to cry. “My beautiful daughter is now ugly!” the Queen ran out of the room, sobbing. Jess noticed a note on the dresser. “Your highness, a note.” Jess handed the note to the King. The king took it and read it. It said: Your daughter needs to learn Manners. She will stay ugly if she doesn’t change her ways. Christine was rude to me in the woods, so I cast a spell on her. It will never come off. She will regain her beauty every time she changes her attitude. Sincerely, Deirdre the Fairy.

The King glared at Christine. “This is a punishment. It will never come off. If you want to get your beauty back, you must change your attitude. The fairy was very reasonable.” The King marched out of Christine’s chambers and slammed the door behind him. Christine threw herself onto her bed and started to cry.

Hayden woke up. She looked around and saw that she was in a room. Not her room at the inn, but in a royal room. The room was decorated with purple and blue. She was on a bed. The bed was soft and it was covered by a canopy and curtains. There was a dresser studded with jewels and a chair in front of it studded with jewels too. There was a blue couch with purple pillows, a wardrobe with a full length mirror on it and a big bookshelf right next to it. There were many books inside as well as pictures and decorations on it. This room was as nice as her own bedroom at home, so Hayden felt very comfortable. She drew the curtains at the bed and stepped off the bed. There was a big purple robe on a chair next to the bed, and Hayden put it on. Hayden went to the dresser and looked into the mirror. She gasped. She was not ugly anymore! She had long silky blonde straight hair, deep and beautiful brown eyes, no freckles, a normal sized nose and smooth and soft skin. But Hayden’s smile remained the same. Hayden was so delighted. You could tell it was her, even though she changed so much. Then she spotted a note on the dresser. It said: Hayden, you are beautiful now. It’s because you have a kind heart. Your personality becomes your looks. This spell would never come off, but if you become horrible and rude, you get ugly. Only that time, worse than your normal self. Use this wisely. Love, Deirdre the Fairy.

Hayden sighed in relief. Then it struck her. “Christine!” she exclaimed worriedly. She tore out of the room. “Christine!” she screamed. “Where is Christine? Help! Christine!!” A servant in the hall took her arm. “What are you doing? Your mother is going to be very upset with you if you keep on screaming. Princess, why did you dye your hair? Why are your eyes brown? Your Highness, I don’t like it when you do things like that. Why are you shouting your name? I know I’m your servant, but your father gave me authority!” The servant stopped for breath. Hayden giggled. “I’m not Princess Christine. I’m Princess Hayden of Lemon Hill.” The servant pouted. “No excuses. Go to your room.” Hayden sighed. “Where is it?” she asked. The servant groaned. “Don’t tell me you don’t know where your room is! Fine, I’ll take you there, if you would just stop.” Hayden nodded. The servant took her to the room in a huff and stomped away. Hayden knocked on the door. “Go away!” a sad but angry voice said. Hayden knocked again. “It’s me, Hayden.” “Double go away!” the voice said. Annoyed, Hayden opened the door. The whole room was pink. She looked at Christine and gasped. Christine got up and went over to her. “I told you to go away!” she shouted. Christine sat down on a pink chair near the door and sobbed. “I need to tell you something.” Hayden protested. “I know. I read a note that Deirdre gave me.” Christine said. Hayden looked at Christine and sighed. “If you want to be more beautiful, you just have to change your attitude.” Christine burst into tears again. “But it’s so hard!” she said sadly. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you.” Hayden said with a smile.

The five days passed by quickly. Christine and Hayden were best friends already. Hayden helped Christine and Christine was as beautiful she was last time. Hayden had sent her parents a letter and they sent one back saying that they were delighted and they could not wait to see her. Christine was different now. She was becoming sweet and gentle, and everyone liked her now. She had more friends and suitors. Christine had friends over and people saw how nice she was. Word went round about what had happened to Princess Christine. But no one took notice of poor Hayden. Hayden started to feel awful.

Before the party, Christine had Prince Derrick come over for a dinner. Then, as if things couldn’t get worse for Hayden, Derrick proposed to Christine. Christine was to get married the next month. Hayden was sad. But she tried not to show it. She acted normally and Christine didn’t see any change in her.

Christine’s party was coming soon so Hayden was given a new dress for it. It was peach coloured and it had many lace flounces. It resulted in being very itchy. Hayden was to wear it with a plain necklace and a beaded bracelet. Hayden felt miserable about it but she tried to hide it. Christine, however, was looking very beautiful. She was to wear a beautiful blue dress with purple petticoats and 10 white lace flounces. She looked very exquisite. Hayden couldn’t help feeling a little jealous. After all, her best friend was going to marry the most handsome prince in the world. Hayden loved him too. Christine was also getting a gorgeous dress. Hayden then remembered what the fairy Deirdre had written to her. She put on a sweet face and tried her hardest to be kind and happy. Doing this made her forget her jealousy.

It was the night of the party. Hayden had dressed in her beautiful dress and she looked picturesque. Christine was a vision. Everyone marvelled at her beauty. Hayden reminded herself sternly that she wasn’t to be jealous. The party went on and everyone was having a good time. Then Derrick came in and everyone saw how handsome he was. He was very happy that night and that made him look extra handsome. He walked over to Christine and embraced her. They kissed each other and Hayden felt a twang of sadness. She looked around. No one except for Christine had talked to her. No one took notice of her. They thought she was just another random princess. She walked quietly from the room and went to the fountain outside. She sat down at the side of it and there she sobbed and tears fell onto her dress. She didn’t look so pretty anymore. Her makeup was smeared and smudged and her dress was messy because she used the dry spots to wipe her eyes. She looked like a ruined Cinderella. Suddenly, Deirdre appeared. “Hayden? What is the matter, darling?” she asked, even though she knew the answer. Hayden sobbed out the story to Deirdre. “And I don’t want to be jealous. I know that being jealous is wrong. I know that I want to be Christine’s best friend too.” Hayden said, wiping her eyes with her dress again. Deirdre smiled at the sweet girl shedding dewdrop tears. She patted Hayden’s shoulder and gave her a magical hanky that would be clean and dry all the time. Hayden wiped her eyes and blew her nose. Deirdre sat down next to her and smiled at her. “Ready for some magic?” Deirdre asked, mischievously. Hayden looked at her with wondering eyes. Deirdre jumped into the air and suddenly, half the water from the fountain formed into a dress around her! It was long, silver, sparkly, and it had thin straps. The straps crossed at the back of her neck and formed into a neat bow. Hayden looked dazzling. Her shoes were strappy and made of crystals. Hayden felt like Cinderella. Hayden’s hair was shiny from the water and her face was cleaned. Hayden had a silver chain with a diamond pendant on her neck and a matching bracelet. She wore a beautiful diamond tiara on her head, and her hair was pulled together and it sat gracefully on her head. Deirdre filled the fountain with water and Hayden saw her reflection. She looked more beautiful than Christine. Deirdre smiled at Hayden. “This is kind of like Cinderella except that you can keep these things. They won’t disappear at midnight, dear.” Hayden smiled gratefully and gave Deirdre a kiss on the cheek. Deirdre smiled. “Goodnight, Hayden.” she said, flying away. “Thank you!” Hayden called.

Hayden stepped into the Ballroom and suddenly all eyes were on her.

“Who is that lovely girl?”

“She is so beautiful.”

“More beautiful than, you, eh, Christine?”

“I want to dance with her.”

“She looks so graceful. Like a dewdrop in the morning.”

Hayden blushed with all these compliments. She ran over to Christine. “Hayden!” Christine exclaimed. Derrick looked at her in disbelief. “Hayden?” he asked, puzzled. “Are you the princess from, L-l-l-lemon Hill?” Hayden smiled and nodded. Derrick almost fainted. “But—you—I—It’s impossible!” Hayden smiled shyly and went to go sit down. Many princes asked her to dance. Hayden enjoyed herself thoroughly. Then she spotted Seth, Derrick’s brother. She remembered meeting him. He looked a bit sad. Hayden felt her heart pounding as she walked over to him. ‘Do I love him?’ she wondered. Seth’s eyes lit up when he saw Hayden. “Hi.” he said awkwardly. Hayden smiled at him. ”Hello. May I have this dance?” she asked him. Seth laughed and pretended to curtsey. They danced together and all eyes were on them. Hayden was so beautiful, and Seth was very handsome. They were the perfect pair. When their dance was over, they went outside and sat by the fountain. That night felt romantic and quiet. Seth leaned over and kissed Hayden. Hayden’s heart started pounding and she felt so different. ‘Is this what its like to be in love?’ she asked herself. She smiled at Seth and he smiled back. “I’ve been looking for—for—for you.” he told her. “I was shocked when Derrick announced his engagement to Christine. But to my surprise, I wasn’t that upset. It was then that I realized, I loved you instead. When we talked, I felt so close to you. I know that I didn’t just like you as a friend, but deep down inside I knew I loved you.” Hayden blushed. Hayden smiled shyly. “I guess I felt that way too.” she told him quietly. They stared into each others eyes. Then Seth reached into his pocket and pulled out a glass box. He opened it and said, “Will you marry me?” Hayden gasped at the beautiful ring. ‘Seth loves me! Even when I was ugly he saw me for who I was!’ she thought excitedly. “Yes!” Hayden said. “Yes, yes! Of course I will marry you!” Seth kissed her and they got married in two months time. And so, they lived happily ever after.

~The End~

The first story - More than meets the eye

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Pamela Bentley was a shy and quiet girl. She was sweet and gentle and she almost always blushed. She was twenty years old and everyone liked her and thought she was quite lovely. She was delicate and pretty and all the single men in Pearle town, Weirndosia hoped to be her suitor. Pamela was the most beautiful girl in Pearle town. Pamela was the daughter of rich Mr. Algernon Bentley. Mr Bentley was a strict father. "Pamela should only get married to a rich man." he had said. Pamela still lived with her father but she wasn't allowed to associate with anybody except for the people as wealthy as her father. As a result Pamela had no friends.

One day, Pamela went walking in Bluebell woods, looking for some flowers. She had a basket full of flowers in 15 minutes. She loved beauty. Then she heard a splash somewhere. She ran towards the noise and found herself looking at a brook. It was crystal clear and it looked cool and inviting. Pamela went to the edge and kicked off her shoes. She sat on a flat dry rock and dipped her feet in. The water was so cold and lovely. Pamela had the desire to jump inside.

Then she remembered the splash. She looked around and saw a face peek out from behind a large tree. Pamela felt scared. She quickly got up and put on her shoes as fast as she could. She grabbed her basket of flowers and proceeded to run off. The person behind the tree came out. "Wait!" it shouted. Pamela turned back and gave a gasp. The person was a man. He was wearing a dirty faded shirt and a pair of patched wet shorts. Pamela thought he was a beggar. She turned her back on him and ran off.

The same day, Pamela went to read on the clean and cozy porch of her fathers mansion. Suddenly, she spotted the beggar walking around outside. Her heart thumped and she thought about going inside. Then she realized that the big iron gate was locked and she was safe. She didn't know whether to panic or just sit there. So she decided on the latter. She tried to read some more but her mind kept on straying to the beggar. Pamela forced herself to look at the book. Then she looked up and screamed.

The beggar was at the gate and he was calling to her! Pamela took a deep breath and went to the gate . She didn't go too near because she was scared that he might kill her. The beggar smiled at her and said, "Hello." Pamela's heart was thumping.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"My name is Len."
"Oh. I'm Pamela Bentley."
"I know."
"How old are you you?"
"Twenty years old. You?"
"Twenty-one."
"Oh."
"Hmm."
"Can you please tell me why you came to my house?"
"I noticed you at my brook."
"I'm sorry that I disturbed you. Can you stop talking to me?"
"Why?"
"Father doesn't approve of--" Pamela blushed.
"Beggars?" Len looked at his clothes and laughed. Pamela could only nod. Len chuckled and wiped his dirty forehead. Len seemed nice enough, but what would father say? Len was talking again. "So you like the brook?" Pamela nodded. "What is it called?" she asked.
"The Open Brook." Len said.
Pamela giggled at the strange name. "Did you name it?"
"No. Grandfather did."
"Oh...Um, what were you doing there?"
"Just getting refreshed."
"Oh."
"Okay, I have to go home."
"Well, bye Len."
"Anytime you want to talk to me, just go to The Open Brook. I'll be there." Pamela nodded.
Len smiled and walked off. Pamela found herself liking Len. He was friendly and just a teeny weeny bit cute. But Pamela knew what father would say about him.

Over the next few days, Pamela forgot about Len. Her father was talking about making her get married. Pamela didn't like the thought of getting married to a strange person. Then she remembered Len. She set off to go talk to him.

She went to The Open Brook and sure enough, Len was there. "Hi, Len." she said. Len smiled at her. Pamela sat down on the flat rock and dipped her feet in. "Can I tell you something?" she asked. Len waded over to her and sat on the waters edge. "Shoot away." Pamela giggled. "Um, father wants me to get married. I don't know what to do." Len furrowed his brow. "Hmm. I don't know anything about marriage." he said, looking sorry. Pamela sighed. "Oh." was all she could say.

They talked some more and Pamela started to fall in love with Len. He was so funny and friendly. She wished she could marry him but she knew that father would never permit it. When it was time to leave Pamela got up. "Good bye." she said. Len waved. "Bye," he said, diving into the brook. Pamela sighed and walked away.

At dinner that evening, Mr. Bentley talked to Pamela. "At dinner tomorrow night you shall meet your betrothed." Pamela nodded and ate her food slowly. A tear dropped into her chicken. Mr. Bentley didn't seem to notice. He ate his food happily. Pamela lost her appetite and went to her room. There she sobbed until she fell asleep.

The next day Pamela had to get ready for the dinner. She put on a beautiful rose coloured dress with many frills and lace flounces. She would have looked beautiful if she had smiled.

Before dinner Pamela and her father arrived at the venue. "Your betrothed's residence." Mr. Bentley had told Pamela. They went inside and Mr. Bentley went to the owner of the house, Mr Hadley. Mr. Hadley was a nice friendly man. "Come and meet Lionel, my son." Pamela forced a smile. Mr. Hadley took them to Lionel. When Pamela saw him, she gasped. Lionel was Len! Len looked surprised too. Pamela ran over to him and hugged him. Len hugged her back. Mr. Bentley smiled. Mr. Hadley laughed. "They seem to like each other." the former said happily. "Yes." agreed Mr. Hadley.

The night wore on, but to Len and Pamela, it lasted only for half an hour.
"I thought you were a--" Pamela blushed. Len laughed amiably. "Well, there's more than meets the eye."
"Why were you dressed like that?" Pamela asked.
"I was disguised as a beggar so that no one would catch me going into Bluebell wood."
"Why?"
"Father was going to sell Bluebell wood. He owned it before, you know."
"Oh! But, can't you visit it after? Bluebell is a public area."
"No. The buyer wants to turn it into a housing estate."
"That's terrible! Then The Open Brook would be--" Len nodded.
"I don't know what to do."
"I wish we had a plan to keep it."
"Wait! I have an idea!"
"What?"
"I'll ask my parents to give the wood to US!"
"For a wedding present?"
"Yes! They wouldn't refuse. I'll tell them that you love the woods. You do, right?" Pamela nodded. "Wouldn't it be nice to have our wedding in the woods?" Len asked. Pamela smiled. "It would be just wonderful!" Len smiled. "Don't worry. I'll get Bluebell woods for you." Len said, giving Pamela a kiss on her cheek. Pamela blushed and nodded gratefully.

Pamela was going to get married in Bluebell woods. Len was going to own it and Pamela was thrilled. As she walked down the aisle, everyone looked at her and they all thought the same thing. 'She is the most beautiful bride that I have ever seen.' It was a beautiful wedding. Everyone was glad for the couple.

So, like every typical 'fairytale',

They lived happily ever after.

Introduction - Authors note

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This is still me, Alyssa. This blog is dedicated to stories. I won't put up anymore stories in my blog, so if you are bored and looking for something fictitious to read, you can come back here and have a look. I'll write stories that will be about all sorts of subjects. I'll try my hardest not to be boring so please try to be as tactful as you can. I'll put up a chatterbox for story reviews and things like that. Happy reading!

- Alyssa Koh, Author