“How did it get over here?” Confused and furious Allen bent over to pick up he’s beaten up shoe from the trash. He’s so-called friends had forced his shoe off and run all over the school with it as a “joke”. By the end of their lunch the two friends had ditched the shoe off grounds making Allen hobble to class with no shoes. Lucky for him the teacher’s didn’t pay much attention to the people in the back row so he didn’t get in trouble. It wasn’t until after the end of the day that he went looking for it. It wasn’t to far off from the school though. The Shoe was in a trash can by a closed down store by the school. Allen eye’s watered as he quickly gasped for air and covered he’s mouth. It smelled of old horse radish and rotten eggs when he put it on. Trying he’s best to ignore the people that where staring at him in disgust, Allen began marching to the school to yell at he’s friends to buy him a new pair of shoes but knew that they would just laugh and tell him that it was his fault for being so week. Knowing this he sighed and started he’s long walk home. Allen was more mature and week for his age. He was fairly tall and skinny with barely any muscle. He had short jet black hair but had piercing blue eye’s making he’s glare the only thing that could scare people. He was always the odd one out with he’s friend. He’s two friends, Jean and Breda where muscular boy’s they were both blonde and pale and had a thing with bullying the littler kids. Allen was often singled out with Jean’s girlfriend, Riza who often hanged out with them now that they were going out. She was also a blonde but had a stern face.
Riza always seemed to be calm and cool when ever something bad or exciting happen. Allen could see why Jean liked her, he himself even had a crush on her but he couldn’t make any moves knowing that Jean had liked her ever since elementary school. Allen, Jean, and Breda had known each other ever since they were little and even now they where in high school, they where still as close as any group of friends could be. At least that’s what Allen wanted to believe. He wanted to believe that he was still the little boy who had thought that he would never get married that he would just be a little kid forever. Allen actually started to hate he’s friends.He started to hate all of their conversations about sports, girls and stuff that doesn’t even make any sense to people rather than the trio. He thought he was better than them. The reason why they took he’s shoe in the first place was because Allen had started to mouth off about every little thing Jean and Breda said.“You really think it’s that funny?” mused Allen as the three walked around the school campus. Breda and Jean were both laughter historically about something that Jean had seen on T.V. the night before. “Actually yeah you have a problem with that?” The three had stopped walking now for Jean and Allen where giving evil glares at each other. “Yeah it’s just that it’s a bit sad when you’re around idiots that laugh at every little thing.” Jean’s face scrunched up like he had just eaten something sour but went mad as a dog as soon as he found out what he was going to do to him. He slid he’s foot under Allen’s shoe with much force. Allen’s head spun in confusion as he’s head hit the floor with a load “Thump”. He wasn’t able to get up at first from the shock of it all but when he did Allen felt the moist squishy feeling of the dirt under he’s now bare feet. Allen looked up in fury as he saw he’s so called friend run away with he’s two shoes in he’s hands. He looked over at Breda who stood their holding he’s breath trying not to laugh at the boy who was giving him a death glare. It was a long time before any of them moved. “You probably want your shoes back don’t you?” Breda said as he pointed to the direction Jean had run to. Allen shook he’s head slowly as he started to run in he’s bare feet.
It was a long chase that took the entire lunch time. By the time Allen got home he was so beat that he had crashed on the living room floor and had slept until he’s father came home and kicked him awake.
“What are you doing boy?” Allen’s father said while he was kicking him in much amusement.
“Stop it I’m awake Damn it you kick hard old man!” Pushing he’s father foot away in fury Allen now had a number of bruises on he’s side. Allen’s father was a tall man he was skinny just like Allen and he had he’s same blue piercing eye’s. He had long dark brown hair that was put back in a short pony tail and was paler than normal people would tend to be. It was always just Allen and his father and the sad part was that they hated each other. Allen’s mother had died when he was little and even before her death he and his father where never able to get along. It usually always started with he’s father picking on him than a huge verbal fight and than when Allen’s mother was alive they would get kicked out of the house. But now that Allen’s mother was dead there where a number of punches thrown around the house. Allen hated he’s father so much and it didn’t help that now that he’s father was single he would bring home a random women or “girlfriend” as he called it, and bring her to his room where a number of noises where made which kept Allen up until he’s brain was finally fried from the images that where put in his head.
Allen rubbed he’s eye’s and stretched as he looked over at the fire place which was black and dusty when he came home but was now a blaze with a brilliant orange glow. It was warm under he’s skin. Allen always sat by the fire because it comforted him and made him calm.
“Tough day at school?” asked his father as he went to sit down in his favourite chair.
“I don’t want to talk about it was…….. Rough”
“Rough, like you got beat up and you just limped all the way home? Was it your friends or something?” Allen looked at his father with a weird expression on his face for he had some how figured out his entire day.
“I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!” Allen stormed off to his room with his face beat red with angry. He didn’t want to talk about why he was so angry or why his shoes where filled with dirt. He didn’t know why he’s friends where getting on his nerves NOW and not ever before. He didn’t know why he was so pissed off all the time. All he knew right now is that he wanted to sleep for every. Allen didn’t know why but he was always tired. When ever he was angry or in a huff he always felt his eyes go heavy and finally when he was at his breaking point Allen would pass out. He thought of having his father taking him to the doctor, for he knew that he wasn’t alright but he didn’t know what to say to his father and he was afraid of the answer when Allen finally found to words to talk to him. It was ether A) He was going to be a good father and take him to get check out B) He would tell him to tough it out. C) Put a whole galleon of caffeine down his thought! Right now the only good one sounded like A) which Allen knew that it was a 20% chance for that to happen.
As Allen laid on his bed and looked on the ceiling with a blank look on his face he thought what if I was different from everybody else? Before Allen could finish the thought of how or why he fell asleep with out any dreams but the next day he awake to something rather weird and painful.
The Next day Allen awoke to something that felt like it was suffocating him. He flung his hands around his neck to see if his father was trying to put him out of his misery but nobody was in his room or even suffocating him for that matter. It was just Allen lying on his bed flopping like a fish out of water. Allen, he did everything he could do to figure out what the hell was going on but he couldn’t do anything for the pain was inside his throat. It wasn’t until 5 minutes that Allen realized this and when he did he rushed out of his room to the bathroom where he guzzled down all the water he could from the tap. Allen fell to the ground heavily breathing. The water had worked and he had no idea what the hell happened. He lay on the floor breathless and confused. He didn’t know how early or how loud he had been until his father came in looking particularly angry.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING BOY! YOU DIEING OR SOMETHING!”
“I’m……….not……really… sure”
Allen was so out of breath that he could barely speak. He forced himself to sit up and saw that his father had the strangest look on his face. It was stern and for the first time Allen had seen that it looked………… concerned?! He bent over in silence to look at Allen. He checked his face; eyes’s and even his teeth! The weirdest part was that he checked Allen’s pulse.
As he stood up he still had the concerned look on his fast which looked even more concerned now.
“Get ready for school and don’t worry about it. I’ll talk to you when you get home.”
He patted Allen’s head and left. Allen was speechless for this was one of the rare times his father ever should any love or concern for him. Right now, All Allen knew was that something bad was going on and frankly Allen was worried about what his father was going to talk to him about.
Not long after, his father left the bathroom. Allen could hear him slamming the door to the outside. Allen thought he could smell smoke form his brain was working over time and making him have a headache. He did just what his father said and didn’t worry about it until he went to school.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
English Story (revised) again
James and Tom were very excited about their heli-skiing trip. Then the day before the trip, their uncle called saying he was un-able to take them and that they had to re-schedule for another time later in the winter. James and Tom were bummed, but they weren’t going to take no for an answer.
They headed out in James’s truck to go make a jump in the valley. An hour later the jump was made and James and Tom were hiking up for their first run. Tom went first and nailed a cab 540 and landed smoothly, “yeah man, that was sweet!” said James. James hit the kicker on an angle and ended up catching an edge and went flailing through the air. Tom’s mouth opened so wide it could have fallen off, this was going to be bad… When he landed he fell into what looked like powder but was actually 2 inches of snow then a thin sheet of ice over a pond. James broke through and plummeted into the ice cold water. Tom realized this and came running to his aid and tried to grab on to the dead like body. The two friends were close but yet so far away.
James was rushed to the hospital and later died of hypothermia, it was too late. Months later the vivid memory was still in Toms mind, his friend lost, a brother gone forever. Tom occasionally visited the valley where the tragic accident happened, in the summer it was filled with flowers and bright and cheerful, in the winter it was white and gloomy with its surrounding trees and ice covered pond. The memories of two best friends, only to be memories in the end…
They headed out in James’s truck to go make a jump in the valley. An hour later the jump was made and James and Tom were hiking up for their first run. Tom went first and nailed a cab 540 and landed smoothly, “yeah man, that was sweet!” said James. James hit the kicker on an angle and ended up catching an edge and went flailing through the air. Tom’s mouth opened so wide it could have fallen off, this was going to be bad… When he landed he fell into what looked like powder but was actually 2 inches of snow then a thin sheet of ice over a pond. James broke through and plummeted into the ice cold water. Tom realized this and came running to his aid and tried to grab on to the dead like body. The two friends were close but yet so far away.
James was rushed to the hospital and later died of hypothermia, it was too late. Months later the vivid memory was still in Toms mind, his friend lost, a brother gone forever. Tom occasionally visited the valley where the tragic accident happened, in the summer it was filled with flowers and bright and cheerful, in the winter it was white and gloomy with its surrounding trees and ice covered pond. The memories of two best friends, only to be memories in the end…
English Story
Once upon a time there was a boy named David. David was eleven years old and he was in the sixth grade. He was an only child and didn’t have many friends. One day when David arrived at school there was no one there. David looked everywhere but there was no one in sight. He didn’t know what was going on. Since there was no one there David figured he should just leave then. So David began to walk back home. As he was walking home he noticed that there wasn’t anyone outside either. All of the houses looked empty; there was no one at the corner store, and no vehicles driving around either. When he thought about it there hadn’t been anyone out when he walked to school either but he had just been half asleep so he didn’t think anything of it. When David finally arrived home his parents weren’t there either. He tried calling them at work but there was no answer. David was starting to get worried and confused. He didn’t know where everyone had gone and he didn’t know what to do. Everyone had been there the night before when David went to bed, but when he woke up no one was there. David decided to go walk around the city to see if he could find anyone. He walked and walked but he still couldn’t find anyone. David had gotten all the way downtown and he was getting pretty tired of walking so he sat down to take a break for awhile. . .
Monday, May 25, 2009
Laya's story(new)
this is an addition to my story with some improvements on the beginingWhy me?Once upon a time there was a young girl named Davinia. She was from a very poor family, and she was very unhappy one day because her father had left the week before and had said that he would only be gone for a few hours.She asked her mom were her dad was after a few more days and her mom said that she and her dad had gotten a divorce and did not want to tell her and her sister.Davinia was very mad about this and decided she wanted to call and talk to him about this. She looked for him in all of the phone books she could and still couldn’t find him. She asked her mom and she said “I do not want you talking to him because he left us”Davinia did not want to hear that and decided to find him anyway. She looked in her moms room when she was home alone and found his phone number and address. The next time her mom was gone she went to the address that was supposedly her dads and to her surprise it was a total stranger.She went home after thinking she had the wrong address and decided that she would ask her mom about it. When she asked her mom about this, She sighed and said I guess I needed to tell you one day. Davinia gave her mom a confused look and asked for her to explain.“well” her mom started.” when I was pregnant with you I got a divorce from the man you met today and found the man you know as your father and decided we would never tell you about this.” Davinia was very very mad at her mom and asked what her real dads name was and if she could meet him again. Her mom was not very happy about this but agreed because she knew that she was very stubborn.The next day Davinia went back to the mans house and he answered the door. She asked to come in and he asked why. Davinia replied “I know this is going to sound corny but you are my dad, my mom was married to you and when she was pregnant with me she got a divorce with you, so may I come in I have just a few questions to ask you.He let her in and asked if she would like anything to drink and she said no thanks and that she just had a few questions to ask him. She started out with just the simple questions, what is your name, do you have any kids, and most importantly why did u and my mom get a divorceThis mans name was Thomas, and he had one other child named Ayesa. She is eight years old and loves to play in the park just like Davinia did when she was that age. She went onto his house and found that he was fairly rich, and he was not sure why they got a divorce. She kept asking questions for about an hour. Once she was done she left and went home to tell her mom what she had been doing.Her mom was very upset with what she was doing and grounded her. Davinia did not like being grounded ever, especially for the little thing she had done. That night once her mom was asleep she snuck out of her window and went to see her dad again. When he answered his door and saw here there he asked why she was there. She replied “I have been talking to my mom and I think that I should live with you…at least if you will let me” Her dad gave her a loving look and responded “you can stay for tonight and let what you want to do sink in” But in the back of his mind he was very happy that she wanted to stay with him. After this talk Davinia went up to a room se was hoping to share with her half sister.When she woke up the next morning she went down stairs to find her dad and talk to him before she went home. Once she was dressed and went back down stairs, she found her dad making a huge pancake breakfast for her and her sister. She ate the breakfast and then went outside to play with Ayesha and then began her 3 kilometre walk home.When she got home her mom was very mad that she had snuck out and spent the night at a stranger’s house. Davina finally told her mom what she thought about moving in with Thomas, her mom was very hurt but accepted it and said that she could but that is she ever wanted to come back home she could.So after packing her things she began a walk to the bus stop she was going to use to get to his house, she really did not want to walk all that way with two suitcases. Once she got on the bus she saw a gorgeous boy sitting all alone in the back listening to his I-pod, she decided to go and sit near him to see if he would talk to her. She rode the whole way in silence but when she finally got to her stop he got off to. When she was walking he finally talked to her and said ”my name is Joshua but you can call me josh” She nodded and said “my name is Davinia and I am just moving in with my dad” they talked for a few minutes but he said he had to go and that he lived right next door and that he hopes that she will one day be going to the same high school as him. As soon as she got into the house her dad said that he is so happy that she is finally with him and that he has been trying to meet her for many years. After a few hours she asked her dad about Josh and his family, He said that they are a very good family but that his father had been murdered about two years ago and that his mom has been in and out of rehab for the past couple of months for drug abuse and he and his little sister were having a tough time with that.The next morning she woke up to Ayesha in her bed with very cold feet but she did not mind because it was new to her and she felt it as love. She went to move but her little sister said I lubb you divvy, this really hit home to her and she started crying happy tears. After this she finally realized that through out all the years her mother never said I love you or anything like that all of her life.Her Dad was up already and making some eggs and some toast for the two girls. When he saw them approaching the table he came over and gave them both a huge hug and said “good morning my beautiful girls how was your sleep” This set her off crying again and her father said “I am sorry I know this is a bit thing for you” She replied “these are not tears of sadness but of happiness for finding a family that shows their love for me” Later that day after breakfast and getting changed into her beautiful blue sun dress she went outside to sit on the swing and start writing the song she had stared writing last night while thinking about Josh, as she was writing josh silently came up beside her and sat down. This startled her and she briskly closed the pink and brown polka dot book in witch she was writing in. He asked what she was writing in there and she replied just a song.She went and put her book inside and came out with two glasses of lemonade for the two of them and they sat in silence on the swing just thinking.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Melissa Readman awsome story
The Epic Journey to Neverland
One beautiful Saturday morning, three friends went to Sunshine Park.
“What should we do today?” Rachealo asked.
“Iunno,” replied Franko
“I KNOW WHAT WE SHOULD DO!” Clavo screamed.
“WHAT?” Rachealo and Franko yelled at the same time.
“Lets find Peter Pan” Clavo replied.
“But doesn’t he live in Neverland?” Rachealo asked.
“Yea, but we can get there.” Clavo answered.
So the three friends set off to find Neverland so they could find Peter Pan.
“Wait, how do we get to Neverland?” Rachealo asked.
“Easy,” replied Clavo, “We fly to the second star on the right.”
“But there is lots of second stars on the right.”
“Well I know where it is.” Clavo said.
So they continued on their journey.
They went to the Dollar Store on Wano road to get some fairy dust.
“Excuse me,” Franko said to the man who worked there, “Where do you keep the fairy dust?”
“Isle three,” the man replied, “We have blue, red, pink, orange, and green.”
“Thank you.” Franko said as he and his friends walked to Isle three.
“What color should we get?” Franko asked.
“I think we should get green.” Clavo answered.
“Okay,” said Rachealo.
They paid the cashier and went back to their homes to wait for night-time.
When it was night time, the three friends met back at Sunshine Park. They took turns sprinkling fairy dust on each other.
“WOAH I’m flying!” Rachealo said excitedly.
“Haha dude this is crazy!” Franko said as he started to float into the air.
“Okay everyone follow me,” Clavo said as he tried to fly away.
Nobody seemed to be going anywhere.
“Umm… how do we fly?” Franko asked.
They tried holding their arms out straight in front of them, holding one out in front of them and one by their side, and stretching their necks really far, but none of it worked. They finally figured out that is they made swimming motions they could move.
“Alright, NOW everyone follow me,” Clavo said.
They started to fly upward toward they sky. Rachealo just thought they were flying in circles, but she decided not to say anything because Clavo looked really happy to be the leader.
“WHEEE IM FLYING!!” Franko yelled. He was behind the others doing summersaults and back flips.
“Franko get up here!” Clavo said behind him. Franko started doing his swimming motions faster so that he could keep up with the others while still doing flips. They were flying up for about five minutes when Franko ran into a tree.
“Franko!!!” Clavo yelled.
“Hahahaha!” Rachealo laughed in the background.
“OWWWWWWW!” Franko whined as he pulled himself from the branches in the tree.
“Get out of the tree and hurry up; we have to get to the second star on the right before day-time,” Clavo told him. Franko finally got out of the tree and they were back flying toward the sky.
“There it is!” Clavo exclaimed as he pointed to a star. “That’s the star we need!”
“Okay then lets go!” Rachealo said excitedly.
They all started racing toward the star as fast as they could.
“POOF” They went right into the star and were magically teleported to another place where they crash landed onto a patch of grass.
One beautiful Saturday morning, three friends went to Sunshine Park.
“What should we do today?” Rachealo asked.
“Iunno,” replied Franko
“I KNOW WHAT WE SHOULD DO!” Clavo screamed.
“WHAT?” Rachealo and Franko yelled at the same time.
“Lets find Peter Pan” Clavo replied.
“But doesn’t he live in Neverland?” Rachealo asked.
“Yea, but we can get there.” Clavo answered.
So the three friends set off to find Neverland so they could find Peter Pan.
“Wait, how do we get to Neverland?” Rachealo asked.
“Easy,” replied Clavo, “We fly to the second star on the right.”
“But there is lots of second stars on the right.”
“Well I know where it is.” Clavo said.
So they continued on their journey.
They went to the Dollar Store on Wano road to get some fairy dust.
“Excuse me,” Franko said to the man who worked there, “Where do you keep the fairy dust?”
“Isle three,” the man replied, “We have blue, red, pink, orange, and green.”
“Thank you.” Franko said as he and his friends walked to Isle three.
“What color should we get?” Franko asked.
“I think we should get green.” Clavo answered.
“Okay,” said Rachealo.
They paid the cashier and went back to their homes to wait for night-time.
When it was night time, the three friends met back at Sunshine Park. They took turns sprinkling fairy dust on each other.
“WOAH I’m flying!” Rachealo said excitedly.
“Haha dude this is crazy!” Franko said as he started to float into the air.
“Okay everyone follow me,” Clavo said as he tried to fly away.
Nobody seemed to be going anywhere.
“Umm… how do we fly?” Franko asked.
They tried holding their arms out straight in front of them, holding one out in front of them and one by their side, and stretching their necks really far, but none of it worked. They finally figured out that is they made swimming motions they could move.
“Alright, NOW everyone follow me,” Clavo said.
They started to fly upward toward they sky. Rachealo just thought they were flying in circles, but she decided not to say anything because Clavo looked really happy to be the leader.
“WHEEE IM FLYING!!” Franko yelled. He was behind the others doing summersaults and back flips.
“Franko get up here!” Clavo said behind him. Franko started doing his swimming motions faster so that he could keep up with the others while still doing flips. They were flying up for about five minutes when Franko ran into a tree.
“Franko!!!” Clavo yelled.
“Hahahaha!” Rachealo laughed in the background.
“OWWWWWWW!” Franko whined as he pulled himself from the branches in the tree.
“Get out of the tree and hurry up; we have to get to the second star on the right before day-time,” Clavo told him. Franko finally got out of the tree and they were back flying toward the sky.
“There it is!” Clavo exclaimed as he pointed to a star. “That’s the star we need!”
“Okay then lets go!” Rachealo said excitedly.
They all started racing toward the star as fast as they could.
“POOF” They went right into the star and were magically teleported to another place where they crash landed onto a patch of grass.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
कैस्पर-puablo
Paublo
Once upon a time a lil boy named Ben was attacked by a dog/frog/shark also none as a Simbobway. As the Simbobway jumped at him like a frog, he opened his mouth and showed his pearly white three sets of teeth. His whiskers were flailing in the wind. As the Simbobways teeth was almost a foot away from lil Bens throat, the almighty senor paublo body checked the simbobway and it flew through three trees but finally stopped after leaving a giant indent into the great mountain Fuccifetetera. After such an enormous shock after fear poor lil Ben passed out unconscious. The very no one Mexican super hero took lil Ben back to his taco shop.
When lil Ben woke up he found a strange and invigorating smell. He knew he recognized it but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He sat up from his so-called bed. There was made from crate that was filled with oranges and it was covered with hay. And the blanket he was using was actually a poncho. He walked into the ding room to find that the table was another batch of crates filled with oranges. On the table was the reason for that smell Ben woke up to. It was taco!!! Then senor paublo walked into the room and kneeled be side the so-called table. Senor Paublo said”Ola amigo welcome to me lovely home. Would u like some tacos essa?” “ where the hell am I ?” asked lil ben in a shaky voice. “Why you senor are in my home town. Mexico OLAY” “Shut up you Mexican, and get the hell away from me” paublo replied “ OLAY! OLAY! OLAY! No way my name a Pablo”
Then all of a sudden Bens friend that went missing two years ago walked into the room. Casper said “Allie your alive, come save me from Pablo the Mexican” she replied “Allie ummm, uhhhh, I don’t think I can help you I don’t want to see you right now! Buhbye talk to you later” Ben said “Allie you bitch come back here” “hehehehe, Nope” Allie skipping away happily singing Pretty rave girl-imax “oh ya I want a taco my dear brother Paublo” then casper gasped in shock and questioned her “Allie your Mexican?!?”she responded “see see I am. I must get back to looking after our helpful donkey diago!”ben was so shocked by all this information that he start to stumble and mumble stuff that no one could comprehend. Paublo started to move towards him while he said “you ok amigo?” and at that Ben tumbled over onto the straw ground.
Went he woke up he was hoping this terrible time in Mexico was just a dream but again he woke up to the smell of tacos and burritos. He sat up and saw that there was two tacos and a note on the bed stand. The note read dear ambrae I have left to work at me second job selling oranges on the corner while I was wash windows too. The business has been in my family foryears so I must keep running it. If you want a tour of our village then talk to my cousins Carlos and Cheeko. They know the town very well. You can find them on the cornor of hemp drive and essay lane. Tell them that Paublo sent you. And be careful ther is a crazy white guy named old Greg going around and kidnapping other white people. Well adios amigo. And so Ben ate one of the tacos and since he couldn’t do anything else he so went to find the guys that are known as Cheeko and Carlos.
Ben was walking down hemp drive when we saw the turn off to essay lane. He saw on the corner of the street was a store called Rodregas restaurant so ben decided to step in
For a beer when he saw that one of the bar tender was wearing a name tag saying Carlos. Ben said “hi are you Carlos?” he replied “ well that is what my name tag says. Are you the kid pueblo told me about? The kid who hates Mexicans?” Ben said “ ya that’s me I cant stand this place with ur stupid language and your stupid oranges.” Carlos stood there stunned trying to thinks of something to say then he start to talk slowing trying not to let his anger get the better of him. “Well senor if that is what you think of us then I don’t think you truly know what us Mexicans have accomplished!!! Us Mexicans have worked hard to be where we are. When we first came to North America we started out having to hide in orange crates and do everything we can to get into North America. We did jobs that were under the radar and jobs that didn’t need a green card. We brought tacos and wraps.
Once upon a time a lil boy named Ben was attacked by a dog/frog/shark also none as a Simbobway. As the Simbobway jumped at him like a frog, he opened his mouth and showed his pearly white three sets of teeth. His whiskers were flailing in the wind. As the Simbobways teeth was almost a foot away from lil Bens throat, the almighty senor paublo body checked the simbobway and it flew through three trees but finally stopped after leaving a giant indent into the great mountain Fuccifetetera. After such an enormous shock after fear poor lil Ben passed out unconscious. The very no one Mexican super hero took lil Ben back to his taco shop.
When lil Ben woke up he found a strange and invigorating smell. He knew he recognized it but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He sat up from his so-called bed. There was made from crate that was filled with oranges and it was covered with hay. And the blanket he was using was actually a poncho. He walked into the ding room to find that the table was another batch of crates filled with oranges. On the table was the reason for that smell Ben woke up to. It was taco!!! Then senor paublo walked into the room and kneeled be side the so-called table. Senor Paublo said”Ola amigo welcome to me lovely home. Would u like some tacos essa?” “ where the hell am I ?” asked lil ben in a shaky voice. “Why you senor are in my home town. Mexico OLAY” “Shut up you Mexican, and get the hell away from me” paublo replied “ OLAY! OLAY! OLAY! No way my name a Pablo”
Then all of a sudden Bens friend that went missing two years ago walked into the room. Casper said “Allie your alive, come save me from Pablo the Mexican” she replied “Allie ummm, uhhhh, I don’t think I can help you I don’t want to see you right now! Buhbye talk to you later” Ben said “Allie you bitch come back here” “hehehehe, Nope” Allie skipping away happily singing Pretty rave girl-imax “oh ya I want a taco my dear brother Paublo” then casper gasped in shock and questioned her “Allie your Mexican?!?”she responded “see see I am. I must get back to looking after our helpful donkey diago!”ben was so shocked by all this information that he start to stumble and mumble stuff that no one could comprehend. Paublo started to move towards him while he said “you ok amigo?” and at that Ben tumbled over onto the straw ground.
Went he woke up he was hoping this terrible time in Mexico was just a dream but again he woke up to the smell of tacos and burritos. He sat up and saw that there was two tacos and a note on the bed stand. The note read dear ambrae I have left to work at me second job selling oranges on the corner while I was wash windows too. The business has been in my family foryears so I must keep running it. If you want a tour of our village then talk to my cousins Carlos and Cheeko. They know the town very well. You can find them on the cornor of hemp drive and essay lane. Tell them that Paublo sent you. And be careful ther is a crazy white guy named old Greg going around and kidnapping other white people. Well adios amigo. And so Ben ate one of the tacos and since he couldn’t do anything else he so went to find the guys that are known as Cheeko and Carlos.
Ben was walking down hemp drive when we saw the turn off to essay lane. He saw on the corner of the street was a store called Rodregas restaurant so ben decided to step in
For a beer when he saw that one of the bar tender was wearing a name tag saying Carlos. Ben said “hi are you Carlos?” he replied “ well that is what my name tag says. Are you the kid pueblo told me about? The kid who hates Mexicans?” Ben said “ ya that’s me I cant stand this place with ur stupid language and your stupid oranges.” Carlos stood there stunned trying to thinks of something to say then he start to talk slowing trying not to let his anger get the better of him. “Well senor if that is what you think of us then I don’t think you truly know what us Mexicans have accomplished!!! Us Mexicans have worked hard to be where we are. When we first came to North America we started out having to hide in orange crates and do everything we can to get into North America. We did jobs that were under the radar and jobs that didn’t need a green card. We brought tacos and wraps.
Friday, May 8, 2009
The Journey to Find the Samsquatch...REVISED =]
The Journey to Find the Samsquatch… Revised
Once upon A time Denzel Washington, Ben Lafleur, And Casper Stene decided they were bored enough to go find the Samsquatch atop the Diego Mountains. This is how the story begins... “DUDE. LETS GO TO FIND THE SAMSQUATCH!” Says Ben and Casper in unison. So off they went to the teleporter the take them to his lair. On their way to the teleporter they figured bringing food and equipment. So they decided to go to the equipment shop that just so happened to have been driving by. “Welcome to Lazy Bob’s equipment van! What can I get for yeh today?” “Well...” said Ben “I guess we could just buy your van..” As Lazy Bob contemplates the idea of selling his van and living with his mother again a smile crosses his face. “Sure yeh can! Just be sure to wash out the stains in the back seat.” Ben, Casper, And Denzel wince. “It’s a deal!” says Denzel.
The next day Casper has a thought “Hey, since we have a van, why don’t we make it a road trip?” Ben agrees. Denzel thinks for a second and says “Denzel don’t really like road trips, but wants to come. DENZEL’S IN!” and so they went. Ben started the van and it sputtered and belched out a foul Rainbow gas. As Ben saw the rainbow gas he had a flashback. When Ben was four his father taught him the art of funk. “Son” Ben’s father said, “It’s come time you learn of the funk. Once upon a time there was a magical funky space creature. He crashed on earth and I took him in and eh taught me the ways of the funk. Now I shall teach you.” And so Ben learned the funk. And they key thing about the funk is the Funkeeeh van, The Funkmobile. Ben remembers his dad saying that it spewed out rainbow smoke. “OH MY GOD. WERE IN THE FUNKMOBILE!” said Ben. “Are we in that godly vehicle? This vehicle is a vehicle only of legend. And if I remember the legend right the funk is hidden in the glove compartment of the vehicle.” Ben opened the glove compartment to find a Rainbow disco ball with funky tentacles. “It’s the funk!” they all cried and ran to see they Funky god. “Hey yall immm the funk and I think we should find the sasmsqauuanchy.” “Yes, Denzel thinks we should… and you should teach us some of your funky skills.”
So off they went on their perilous journey to find the elusive beast, the Sasquatch.
“So Ben? How does this Funkmobile work?” said Casper fiddle with some of the funky doodads. “What does this button do?” As Casper says that he pulls the level and the Funkmobile shoots a laser on the road and a rainbow appeared in front of them. The group all gasps except the funk who says “Yall who summon yonder funky rainbow can ride it to wherever their funky mind takes em!” Ben says “well why don’t we take the rainbow to the Diego Mountains?” “Denzel want to take the rainbow and learn bout’ more funk!” Casper replied “Yes indeed, why don’t we take the rainbow it will reduce our traveling time by 87.5%” Everyone gasped at Casper’s mathematical equation. “Casper! We thought you are retarded!” They all cried. “Well contradicting to fact I was retarded most of my life but recently something clicked in my brain and I was suddenly exponentially smarter than my state before. I kept quiet because I thought you would make me write your college application Ben” Ben shuffles his failed college application to the garbage can. “Well Casper, maybe you could do my application?” Ben says with a beaming smile on his face. Casper had no reply. After the stunning absence of sound in the Funkmobile, Denzel slammed on the gas and sailed up the rainbow…
Once upon A time Denzel Washington, Ben Lafleur, And Casper Stene decided they were bored enough to go find the Samsquatch atop the Diego Mountains. This is how the story begins... “DUDE. LETS GO TO FIND THE SAMSQUATCH!” Says Ben and Casper in unison. So off they went to the teleporter the take them to his lair. On their way to the teleporter they figured bringing food and equipment. So they decided to go to the equipment shop that just so happened to have been driving by. “Welcome to Lazy Bob’s equipment van! What can I get for yeh today?” “Well...” said Ben “I guess we could just buy your van..” As Lazy Bob contemplates the idea of selling his van and living with his mother again a smile crosses his face. “Sure yeh can! Just be sure to wash out the stains in the back seat.” Ben, Casper, And Denzel wince. “It’s a deal!” says Denzel.
The next day Casper has a thought “Hey, since we have a van, why don’t we make it a road trip?” Ben agrees. Denzel thinks for a second and says “Denzel don’t really like road trips, but wants to come. DENZEL’S IN!” and so they went. Ben started the van and it sputtered and belched out a foul Rainbow gas. As Ben saw the rainbow gas he had a flashback. When Ben was four his father taught him the art of funk. “Son” Ben’s father said, “It’s come time you learn of the funk. Once upon a time there was a magical funky space creature. He crashed on earth and I took him in and eh taught me the ways of the funk. Now I shall teach you.” And so Ben learned the funk. And they key thing about the funk is the Funkeeeh van, The Funkmobile. Ben remembers his dad saying that it spewed out rainbow smoke. “OH MY GOD. WERE IN THE FUNKMOBILE!” said Ben. “Are we in that godly vehicle? This vehicle is a vehicle only of legend. And if I remember the legend right the funk is hidden in the glove compartment of the vehicle.” Ben opened the glove compartment to find a Rainbow disco ball with funky tentacles. “It’s the funk!” they all cried and ran to see they Funky god. “Hey yall immm the funk and I think we should find the sasmsqauuanchy.” “Yes, Denzel thinks we should… and you should teach us some of your funky skills.”
So off they went on their perilous journey to find the elusive beast, the Sasquatch.
“So Ben? How does this Funkmobile work?” said Casper fiddle with some of the funky doodads. “What does this button do?” As Casper says that he pulls the level and the Funkmobile shoots a laser on the road and a rainbow appeared in front of them. The group all gasps except the funk who says “Yall who summon yonder funky rainbow can ride it to wherever their funky mind takes em!” Ben says “well why don’t we take the rainbow to the Diego Mountains?” “Denzel want to take the rainbow and learn bout’ more funk!” Casper replied “Yes indeed, why don’t we take the rainbow it will reduce our traveling time by 87.5%” Everyone gasped at Casper’s mathematical equation. “Casper! We thought you are retarded!” They all cried. “Well contradicting to fact I was retarded most of my life but recently something clicked in my brain and I was suddenly exponentially smarter than my state before. I kept quiet because I thought you would make me write your college application Ben” Ben shuffles his failed college application to the garbage can. “Well Casper, maybe you could do my application?” Ben says with a beaming smile on his face. Casper had no reply. After the stunning absence of sound in the Funkmobile, Denzel slammed on the gas and sailed up the rainbow…
English Story (revised)
Jeff
James and Tom were very excited about their heli-skiing trip. Then the day before the trip, their uncle called saying he was un-able to take them and that they had to re-schedule for another time later in the winter. James and Tom were bummed, but they weren’t going to take no for an answer. So they headed out in James’s truck to go make a jump in the valley. An hour later the jump was made and James and Tom were hiking up for their first run. Tom went first and nailed a cab 540 and landed smoothly, “yeah man, that was sweet!” said James. James hit the kicker on an angle and ended up catching an edge and went flailing through the air. Tom’s mouth opened so wide it could have fallen off, this was going to be bad… When he landed he fell into what looked like powder but was actually 2 inches of snow then a thin sheet of ice over a pond. James broke through and plummeted into the ice cold water. Tom realized this and came running to his aid and tried to grab on to the dead like body. The two friends were close but yet so far away. James was rushed to the hospital and later died of hypothermia, it was too late. Months later the vivid memory was still in Toms mind, his friend lost, a brother gone forever. Tom occasionally visited the valley where the tragic accident happened, in the summer it was filled with flowers and bright and cheerful, in the winter it was white and gloomy with its surrounding trees and ice covered pond. The memories of two best friends, only to be memories in the end…
James and Tom were very excited about their heli-skiing trip. Then the day before the trip, their uncle called saying he was un-able to take them and that they had to re-schedule for another time later in the winter. James and Tom were bummed, but they weren’t going to take no for an answer. So they headed out in James’s truck to go make a jump in the valley. An hour later the jump was made and James and Tom were hiking up for their first run. Tom went first and nailed a cab 540 and landed smoothly, “yeah man, that was sweet!” said James. James hit the kicker on an angle and ended up catching an edge and went flailing through the air. Tom’s mouth opened so wide it could have fallen off, this was going to be bad… When he landed he fell into what looked like powder but was actually 2 inches of snow then a thin sheet of ice over a pond. James broke through and plummeted into the ice cold water. Tom realized this and came running to his aid and tried to grab on to the dead like body. The two friends were close but yet so far away. James was rushed to the hospital and later died of hypothermia, it was too late. Months later the vivid memory was still in Toms mind, his friend lost, a brother gone forever. Tom occasionally visited the valley where the tragic accident happened, in the summer it was filled with flowers and bright and cheerful, in the winter it was white and gloomy with its surrounding trees and ice covered pond. The memories of two best friends, only to be memories in the end…
Olivia's extra story
“Girl? Where are you!” The call rang out through my small quarters, reaching me on my straw pile. Rubbing the hole near my nose, I flinched. The last time I heard that tone I had received a knife to the face, narrowly missing my eye.
“I am here!” I raced over, trying to please Madame Liken (Pronounced Lick-En, like yen without the y). She was the woman that trained all the slaves on how to care for their masters. Some would go to other places in the kingdom to learn, like being a culinary servant or to be an apprentice in herbs, but most stayed with the forbidding Liken. An older woman, she was well balanced, but had a hooked nose and pointy eyes used for sinister glares. All the slave girls agreed that she was cold and slippery and cruel, but we would never voice that. It wasn’t much, but she used so much violence against us it was the little we think and not be found out.
“Why aren’t you fetching supplies for your charge, that prisoner Felicity? She arrived minutes ago, you should have been there waiting!” She yelled at me, and smacked me out the door.
“I’m sorry!” I mumbled quietly, I had learned not to raise my voice to her. “I wasn’t notified, it will not happen again.”
The hand that had been hitting my back reached up and grasped the main body of my hair, ripping it upwards.
“I’m sorry your highness! You were not notified?” she said nasally, then threatened, “Since when did you become royalty? Just because you had a special treatment in your old land as a babe doesn’t mean you are better than any of these other filthy creatures. Next time you will be there before your charge is, or you will be the King’s next festival friend!”
Clenching my teeth, I stifled a gasp when she yanked my hair once more then shoved me onto the trail to the castle. Her threaten about the King did not scare me; I had heard it many times, but the comment on my treatment brought back horrible stories. Where I used to live, scarcely were there girls with ginger hair, and mostly because people had killed them. They used to believe it was a sign of a curse against the village and whoever lived there if a red-haired baby arrived.
I was told that when my mother first saw me, she hid me away from my father, telling him I was barely alive and could only see her. For many days she had thought about what she could do, almost going mad trying to figure something out. Finally, she gave up and looked to the village priest for help. Upon revealing me unto him, still only weeks old, the priest had fallen to the floor in shock. My mother wooed and crooned to him, begging for him to help her find a way to keep me. Finally, later that day, he had told her of their only option, a public purifying trial. My mother had asked for any other way, but he was stout in the option. In his mind there was no other way to treat me.
Days later, they priest gathered the occupants of the village outside its walls in a large clearing. My mother was forced to let the villagers see me, but after this I had only been told small bits. The people in my village, who later became my friends and family, were ashamed to tell me how they had reacted to seeing a supposed devil child. But the one thing I had been told, was that to purify me, they had taken a white-hot piece of iron and pressed it to the pads of each of my fingers for a second, burning my skin. This had left the tissue flat and smooth, but without any feeling. All my life I had been clumsy, though slowly I changed that by using my wrists and the outsides of my hands to feel objects. Right now I rubbed my wrist against each of my glossy fingertips, feeling once again that which had saved me, and yet still ruined me.
Running the last few steps to the servant door of the castle, I almost flew into the opening door.
“Harri! Liken is looking for you! Run quickly to your master!” My frantic friend told me, trying to brush her matted curls from her face without spilling the bucket of murky slush she was carrying. Sighing, she gave up when half the vessel sloshed on her already drenched clothes. Her curls bounced around her nose, seemingly giddy for freedom.
“I know, she already found me Pip, thank you though. Have to go!” I rushed past her, missing the worried look that passed over her features at the mention of being found. Soon that look vanished, but a frown replaced it when the rest of the bucket endowed its contents on her.
By the time she had turned around and was dumping the few drips that had avoided her out of the tightly thatched container, I had grabbed a pail from the washer room and filled it with water from a large basin, along with grabbing a cloth and towel from a cupboard on the far side of the room. After I found enough to wash the prisoner up, I headed to the servant’s kitchen. Folding my tunic up, I used it as a basket to hold a few pieces of stale bread and crumbling cheese, one of the best selections available. No fruits, and few vegetables were seen in this kitchen, alike spices and most meat. Those foods were sent to the Royal Kitchen, where it fed the King himself, his family, Advisors Leaders, Counts, and any Peers who stayed at the castle holdings got whatever was left.
I struggled down the back halls up to one of the slave entrances, and slipped out. As due, the sun was setting and slaves scurried in and out of the many doors leading out of the castle and to the slave housing. Past the main building I was at was the two story Holdings where all the prisoners were kept. It had been designed so that the prisoners who were supposed to be treated fairly were up on the top floor. As you went farther and farther down, torture increased and most of the inhabitants grew insane from being in their cells so long. There were rumors that the building went all the way down to Hell and that’s where the Pit was, and for many inhabitants it may have felt like that. Luckily, my prisoner was on the top floor, so I had already assumed she was going to be another one of the King’s playmates. Poor girl.
After I dodged across the yard and showed the Count my pass, I was escorted up the stairs by a young Peer. He had light, straight hair that he shook out of the way when he sneered at me.
“Why should we even bother following around scum like ‘er?” He asked the Count. “Its not like she could d’ damage to anybody, never mind break some un’ out of their cell.”
“Just go along and do your job.” The Count told him with disdain. Muttering curses about ‘bloody slave monkeys’, the boy pushed me in front of him down the hall. The bucket being full of water, it splashed out of its walls and down my legs. Dirty streaks appeared, showing how filthy I really was. I turned to glare at him but received a shove pushing my head down.
“Get’re moving snit, which one do y’got” He asked me, spitting by my toes.
“The new prisoner, I am to ready her for the King.”
Cause if she’s as ugly as you he would fall down dead at the sight of your face. That or he might recognize you as one of his own kind and welcome you into the family.
I bit my tongue and swallowed my response. Something he might not have expected, I would have surely been slapped if I have voiced what I had pondered.
Too bad I thought. It would almost be worth the slap to see the look on his face. But if Licken Chicken found I had caused a disturbance before seeing to my prisoner she would surely strap me…
I trudged up the stairs with the supplies, the Peer following behind. At the top we entered a hall of dark chambers, the lack of windows leaving only torches for light. We passed another sentry and went down three bends, ending up outside a large wooden door marked 28. The Peer unlocked the door and pushed me inside.
“She’s all yours,” he called back to me, already ambling back to the other guard.
I placed the pail of water on a small table near the prisoner’s bench, which was in the corner and was just a square wooden frame with a layer of straw. To my right was a table, but with no window for light I could not see the items. I reached for some rushes on the floor, and then went back to the hall to search for something to light them with. After they were in full flame, thanks to a nearby torch, I headed back into the room, and located another torch on the wall above the prisoner’s head. Going on tip-toe to reach the light, I wavered and fell back into the small table. The pail of water fell on the bench, and water splashed across the prisoner’s face.
I gasped, and hurriedly lit the torch, trying to see what I had down. Light slowly filled the room, and I could see the form of Miss Felicity come to life, rasping for breath. She was blotchy and fevered, and I feared her chest would explode if she breathed any faster.
“Felicity?” Woops, I thought to myself, that was Miss Felicity to me.
“Miss Felicity, hello Miss Felicity, I am Harriona, I will be taking care of you for now. Miss Felicity, are you all right?” I realized the heat I was feeling was radiating off her skin, so I fell to the floor and searched for the cloth that had been in the bucket. I soon found it and started washing her face, once again asking her if she was all right,
“Miss Felicity, do you hear me? Are you all right? Can you hear me? If you can, please open your eyes.” I whispered near her face, hoping she would so badly that it almost surprised me when her bloodshot eyes flickered open for a moment. Worried about their redness, I washed her lids again, hoping to soothe them. I looked up and realized that there was a large mound on her forehead, so decided to let the cloth lay there to help with the swelling.
“Mi-Miss Felicity. Can you see me?” I stammered. Was she blind? Oh what a horrible waste that would be, she really did have a fine face. Well past the bruises, cuts, and swelling those damned men gave her. Why we are put below them is my eternal question.
Those eyes opened again, and I looked down grimly. She appeared to be a monster, a beautiful, beaten monster. I almost expected chains to be tied to her wrists like a cage bear, captured and slaved.
Slowly taking a deep breath, I almost jumped when her breathing cut short and her eyes widened, focusing somewhere past my eye. I tried to console her, help with the pain, but I didn’t know what to do. I was just about to re-wet the cloth from the water still on the floor when she asked me, voice cracking.
“What is your name?”
Her head injury must be worse that what I had thought, I will just keep it from swelling too much and make sure she continues to talk. I told her my name again and repeated that I would be taking care of her for the King. Her eyes glazed over, still focused on me. I shivered but kept talking, trying to pull her out of the stupor.
“Harriona, please come close.” She interrupted, ordering me, voice quiet but growing eerily stronger. I wasn’t sure what to do, but obliged, trying to help her. When I stopped leaning in she snapped.
“No.” Then, “very close, please, place your ear so that I can tell you something.” She pleaded at me, eyes still trained perfectly, following with my every movement. It had started to scare me so I told her that I was there, and she could tell me. Meaning to make her calm, I gently grabbed her hand. All of a sudden she jerked back, making horrible sounds.
Oh no. “Miss Felicity? I’m sorry, did I hurt you Miss Felicity?” I didn’t move away, but searched her face frantically, trying to find anything stable in her features.
“Please, just do what I asked, I beg of you…” Her voice grew weak, and my will fell apart. I put my head beside hers and her breath tickled into my ear. Voice low and scratching, her disposition silenced me.
“I’m sorry, Harriona.”
“I am here!” I raced over, trying to please Madame Liken (Pronounced Lick-En, like yen without the y). She was the woman that trained all the slaves on how to care for their masters. Some would go to other places in the kingdom to learn, like being a culinary servant or to be an apprentice in herbs, but most stayed with the forbidding Liken. An older woman, she was well balanced, but had a hooked nose and pointy eyes used for sinister glares. All the slave girls agreed that she was cold and slippery and cruel, but we would never voice that. It wasn’t much, but she used so much violence against us it was the little we think and not be found out.
“Why aren’t you fetching supplies for your charge, that prisoner Felicity? She arrived minutes ago, you should have been there waiting!” She yelled at me, and smacked me out the door.
“I’m sorry!” I mumbled quietly, I had learned not to raise my voice to her. “I wasn’t notified, it will not happen again.”
The hand that had been hitting my back reached up and grasped the main body of my hair, ripping it upwards.
“I’m sorry your highness! You were not notified?” she said nasally, then threatened, “Since when did you become royalty? Just because you had a special treatment in your old land as a babe doesn’t mean you are better than any of these other filthy creatures. Next time you will be there before your charge is, or you will be the King’s next festival friend!”
Clenching my teeth, I stifled a gasp when she yanked my hair once more then shoved me onto the trail to the castle. Her threaten about the King did not scare me; I had heard it many times, but the comment on my treatment brought back horrible stories. Where I used to live, scarcely were there girls with ginger hair, and mostly because people had killed them. They used to believe it was a sign of a curse against the village and whoever lived there if a red-haired baby arrived.
I was told that when my mother first saw me, she hid me away from my father, telling him I was barely alive and could only see her. For many days she had thought about what she could do, almost going mad trying to figure something out. Finally, she gave up and looked to the village priest for help. Upon revealing me unto him, still only weeks old, the priest had fallen to the floor in shock. My mother wooed and crooned to him, begging for him to help her find a way to keep me. Finally, later that day, he had told her of their only option, a public purifying trial. My mother had asked for any other way, but he was stout in the option. In his mind there was no other way to treat me.
Days later, they priest gathered the occupants of the village outside its walls in a large clearing. My mother was forced to let the villagers see me, but after this I had only been told small bits. The people in my village, who later became my friends and family, were ashamed to tell me how they had reacted to seeing a supposed devil child. But the one thing I had been told, was that to purify me, they had taken a white-hot piece of iron and pressed it to the pads of each of my fingers for a second, burning my skin. This had left the tissue flat and smooth, but without any feeling. All my life I had been clumsy, though slowly I changed that by using my wrists and the outsides of my hands to feel objects. Right now I rubbed my wrist against each of my glossy fingertips, feeling once again that which had saved me, and yet still ruined me.
Running the last few steps to the servant door of the castle, I almost flew into the opening door.
“Harri! Liken is looking for you! Run quickly to your master!” My frantic friend told me, trying to brush her matted curls from her face without spilling the bucket of murky slush she was carrying. Sighing, she gave up when half the vessel sloshed on her already drenched clothes. Her curls bounced around her nose, seemingly giddy for freedom.
“I know, she already found me Pip, thank you though. Have to go!” I rushed past her, missing the worried look that passed over her features at the mention of being found. Soon that look vanished, but a frown replaced it when the rest of the bucket endowed its contents on her.
By the time she had turned around and was dumping the few drips that had avoided her out of the tightly thatched container, I had grabbed a pail from the washer room and filled it with water from a large basin, along with grabbing a cloth and towel from a cupboard on the far side of the room. After I found enough to wash the prisoner up, I headed to the servant’s kitchen. Folding my tunic up, I used it as a basket to hold a few pieces of stale bread and crumbling cheese, one of the best selections available. No fruits, and few vegetables were seen in this kitchen, alike spices and most meat. Those foods were sent to the Royal Kitchen, where it fed the King himself, his family, Advisors Leaders, Counts, and any Peers who stayed at the castle holdings got whatever was left.
I struggled down the back halls up to one of the slave entrances, and slipped out. As due, the sun was setting and slaves scurried in and out of the many doors leading out of the castle and to the slave housing. Past the main building I was at was the two story Holdings where all the prisoners were kept. It had been designed so that the prisoners who were supposed to be treated fairly were up on the top floor. As you went farther and farther down, torture increased and most of the inhabitants grew insane from being in their cells so long. There were rumors that the building went all the way down to Hell and that’s where the Pit was, and for many inhabitants it may have felt like that. Luckily, my prisoner was on the top floor, so I had already assumed she was going to be another one of the King’s playmates. Poor girl.
After I dodged across the yard and showed the Count my pass, I was escorted up the stairs by a young Peer. He had light, straight hair that he shook out of the way when he sneered at me.
“Why should we even bother following around scum like ‘er?” He asked the Count. “Its not like she could d’ damage to anybody, never mind break some un’ out of their cell.”
“Just go along and do your job.” The Count told him with disdain. Muttering curses about ‘bloody slave monkeys’, the boy pushed me in front of him down the hall. The bucket being full of water, it splashed out of its walls and down my legs. Dirty streaks appeared, showing how filthy I really was. I turned to glare at him but received a shove pushing my head down.
“Get’re moving snit, which one do y’got” He asked me, spitting by my toes.
“The new prisoner, I am to ready her for the King.”
Cause if she’s as ugly as you he would fall down dead at the sight of your face. That or he might recognize you as one of his own kind and welcome you into the family.
I bit my tongue and swallowed my response. Something he might not have expected, I would have surely been slapped if I have voiced what I had pondered.
Too bad I thought. It would almost be worth the slap to see the look on his face. But if Licken Chicken found I had caused a disturbance before seeing to my prisoner she would surely strap me…
I trudged up the stairs with the supplies, the Peer following behind. At the top we entered a hall of dark chambers, the lack of windows leaving only torches for light. We passed another sentry and went down three bends, ending up outside a large wooden door marked 28. The Peer unlocked the door and pushed me inside.
“She’s all yours,” he called back to me, already ambling back to the other guard.
I placed the pail of water on a small table near the prisoner’s bench, which was in the corner and was just a square wooden frame with a layer of straw. To my right was a table, but with no window for light I could not see the items. I reached for some rushes on the floor, and then went back to the hall to search for something to light them with. After they were in full flame, thanks to a nearby torch, I headed back into the room, and located another torch on the wall above the prisoner’s head. Going on tip-toe to reach the light, I wavered and fell back into the small table. The pail of water fell on the bench, and water splashed across the prisoner’s face.
I gasped, and hurriedly lit the torch, trying to see what I had down. Light slowly filled the room, and I could see the form of Miss Felicity come to life, rasping for breath. She was blotchy and fevered, and I feared her chest would explode if she breathed any faster.
“Felicity?” Woops, I thought to myself, that was Miss Felicity to me.
“Miss Felicity, hello Miss Felicity, I am Harriona, I will be taking care of you for now. Miss Felicity, are you all right?” I realized the heat I was feeling was radiating off her skin, so I fell to the floor and searched for the cloth that had been in the bucket. I soon found it and started washing her face, once again asking her if she was all right,
“Miss Felicity, do you hear me? Are you all right? Can you hear me? If you can, please open your eyes.” I whispered near her face, hoping she would so badly that it almost surprised me when her bloodshot eyes flickered open for a moment. Worried about their redness, I washed her lids again, hoping to soothe them. I looked up and realized that there was a large mound on her forehead, so decided to let the cloth lay there to help with the swelling.
“Mi-Miss Felicity. Can you see me?” I stammered. Was she blind? Oh what a horrible waste that would be, she really did have a fine face. Well past the bruises, cuts, and swelling those damned men gave her. Why we are put below them is my eternal question.
Those eyes opened again, and I looked down grimly. She appeared to be a monster, a beautiful, beaten monster. I almost expected chains to be tied to her wrists like a cage bear, captured and slaved.
Slowly taking a deep breath, I almost jumped when her breathing cut short and her eyes widened, focusing somewhere past my eye. I tried to console her, help with the pain, but I didn’t know what to do. I was just about to re-wet the cloth from the water still on the floor when she asked me, voice cracking.
“What is your name?”
Her head injury must be worse that what I had thought, I will just keep it from swelling too much and make sure she continues to talk. I told her my name again and repeated that I would be taking care of her for the King. Her eyes glazed over, still focused on me. I shivered but kept talking, trying to pull her out of the stupor.
“Harriona, please come close.” She interrupted, ordering me, voice quiet but growing eerily stronger. I wasn’t sure what to do, but obliged, trying to help her. When I stopped leaning in she snapped.
“No.” Then, “very close, please, place your ear so that I can tell you something.” She pleaded at me, eyes still trained perfectly, following with my every movement. It had started to scare me so I told her that I was there, and she could tell me. Meaning to make her calm, I gently grabbed her hand. All of a sudden she jerked back, making horrible sounds.
Oh no. “Miss Felicity? I’m sorry, did I hurt you Miss Felicity?” I didn’t move away, but searched her face frantically, trying to find anything stable in her features.
“Please, just do what I asked, I beg of you…” Her voice grew weak, and my will fell apart. I put my head beside hers and her breath tickled into my ear. Voice low and scratching, her disposition silenced me.
“I’m sorry, Harriona.”
The Journey to Find the Samsquatch...REVISED =]
The Journey to Find the Samsquatch… Revised
Once upon A time Denzel Washington, Ben Lafleur, And Casper Stene decided they were bored enough to go find the Samsquatch atop the Diego Mountains. This is how the story begins... “DUDE. LETS GO TO FIND THE SAMSQUATCH!” Says Ben and Casper in unison. So off they went to the teleporter the take them to his lair. On their way to the teleporter they figured bringing food and equipment. So they decided to go to the equipment shop that just so happened to have been driving by. “Welcome to Lazy Bob’s equipment van! What can I get for yeh today?” “Well...” said Ben “I guess we could just buy your van..” As Lazy Bob contemplates the idea of selling his van and living with his mother again a smile crosses his face. “Sure yeh can! Just be sure to wash out the stains in the back seat.” Ben, Casper, And Denzel wince. “It’s a deal!” says Denzel.
The next day Casper has a thought “Hey, since we have a van, why don’t we make it a road trip?” Ben agrees. Denzel thinks for a second and says “Denzel don’t really like road trips, but wants to come. DENZEL’S IN!” and so they went. Ben started the van and it sputtered and belched out a foul Rainbow gas. As Ben saw the rainbow gas he had a flashback. When Ben was four his father taught him the art of funk. “Son” Ben’s father said, “It’s come time you learn of the funk. Once upon a time there was a magical funky space creature. He crashed on earth and I took him in and eh taught me the ways of the funk. Now I shall teach you.” And so Ben learned the funk. And they key thing about the funk is the Funkeeeh van, The Funkmobile. Ben remembers his dad saying that it spewed out rainbow smoke. “OH MY GOD. WERE IN THE FUNKMOBILE!” said Ben. “Are we in that godly vehicle? This vehicle is a vehicle only of legend. And if I remember the legend right the funk is hidden in the glove compartment of the vehicle.” Ben opened the glove compartment to find a Rainbow disco ball with funky tentacles. “It’s the funk!” they all cried and ran to see they Funky god. “Hey yall immm the funk and I think we should find the sasmsqauuanchy.” “Yes, Denzel thinks we should… and you should teach us some of your funky skills.”
So off they went on their perilous journey to find the elusive beast, the sasquatch
Once upon A time Denzel Washington, Ben Lafleur, And Casper Stene decided they were bored enough to go find the Samsquatch atop the Diego Mountains. This is how the story begins... “DUDE. LETS GO TO FIND THE SAMSQUATCH!” Says Ben and Casper in unison. So off they went to the teleporter the take them to his lair. On their way to the teleporter they figured bringing food and equipment. So they decided to go to the equipment shop that just so happened to have been driving by. “Welcome to Lazy Bob’s equipment van! What can I get for yeh today?” “Well...” said Ben “I guess we could just buy your van..” As Lazy Bob contemplates the idea of selling his van and living with his mother again a smile crosses his face. “Sure yeh can! Just be sure to wash out the stains in the back seat.” Ben, Casper, And Denzel wince. “It’s a deal!” says Denzel.
The next day Casper has a thought “Hey, since we have a van, why don’t we make it a road trip?” Ben agrees. Denzel thinks for a second and says “Denzel don’t really like road trips, but wants to come. DENZEL’S IN!” and so they went. Ben started the van and it sputtered and belched out a foul Rainbow gas. As Ben saw the rainbow gas he had a flashback. When Ben was four his father taught him the art of funk. “Son” Ben’s father said, “It’s come time you learn of the funk. Once upon a time there was a magical funky space creature. He crashed on earth and I took him in and eh taught me the ways of the funk. Now I shall teach you.” And so Ben learned the funk. And they key thing about the funk is the Funkeeeh van, The Funkmobile. Ben remembers his dad saying that it spewed out rainbow smoke. “OH MY GOD. WERE IN THE FUNKMOBILE!” said Ben. “Are we in that godly vehicle? This vehicle is a vehicle only of legend. And if I remember the legend right the funk is hidden in the glove compartment of the vehicle.” Ben opened the glove compartment to find a Rainbow disco ball with funky tentacles. “It’s the funk!” they all cried and ran to see they Funky god. “Hey yall immm the funk and I think we should find the sasmsqauuanchy.” “Yes, Denzel thinks we should… and you should teach us some of your funky skills.”
So off they went on their perilous journey to find the elusive beast, the sasquatch
MY bike and dog By:Sheldon Smook
MY BIKE AND DOG
One day my dad decided instead of getting a car when I turn sixteen we would just spend the money on a bike for me. Witch I did like that idea because then I can get my bike sooner. So then we ordered a new 2009 Norco havoc because the one they had there was all scratched up and I didn’t want a scratched bike. so when the bike arrived they put it together for me and we went down there to get it we paid and we took it home. When I got home my puppy was missing. So that day we went looking for her then I went over to Tristan’s place and we went looking for her but we didn’t find her so then I just had a sleep over at Tristan’s. The next day me and my brother went to the house right behind ours and asked if they seen her but they didn’t and they also lost there dog. So later on that day the guy we asked if he seen our dog went looking for his and he found mine so he went to my place to tell use I hoped in his truck and we went and got her. His friend also bot the car we were selling so it all turned out good. Even later on that day he found his dog
One day my dad decided instead of getting a car when I turn sixteen we would just spend the money on a bike for me. Witch I did like that idea because then I can get my bike sooner. So then we ordered a new 2009 Norco havoc because the one they had there was all scratched up and I didn’t want a scratched bike. so when the bike arrived they put it together for me and we went down there to get it we paid and we took it home. When I got home my puppy was missing. So that day we went looking for her then I went over to Tristan’s place and we went looking for her but we didn’t find her so then I just had a sleep over at Tristan’s. The next day me and my brother went to the house right behind ours and asked if they seen her but they didn’t and they also lost there dog. So later on that day the guy we asked if he seen our dog went looking for his and he found mine so he went to my place to tell use I hoped in his truck and we went and got her. His friend also bot the car we were selling so it all turned out good. Even later on that day he found his dog
Mike's Short Story
SHORT STORY
MIKE
One time, there was a person and he loved biking. He decided to take an extremely large burm jump. He practiced day in and day out to become an ultimate biker. He learned a few new tricks in the process. He figured he could finally take the jump. He slowly climbed the hill and stopped at the top. He looked down. It was a much bigger jump than he expected it would be. He started having some second thoughts. He was about to do something that could either give him a good reputation or make him never see the light again.
He took a deep breath and sat on his bike. He closed his eyes and started down the hill. He almost forgot to open his eyes and lift up his front tire. He launched off the jump and his bash guard clanked on the tip. He did an X-up, a tail whip, and a nothing all in the same swift motion. He landed with a thud as gravity pulled him to the ground. His front tire started to swerve. He screeched to a stop just before his back tire breaks jarred. He had done the unthinkable. He had survived the thirty-foot jump with the seven-foot lip!
The next day, he went to the skate park and started practicing on the half pipes. He was slowly learning how to be a great biker. He met with some other good bikers and took jumps with them. They took a break and talked for a bit. The boy learned from his new friends that a tournament was going to be at the CN Center in a few days. He HAD to enter. Even if he did not qualify for the tournament, the things he could see would be amazing enough. He came to the conclusion that he would enter the competition the following day.
The next day, he practiced and practiced until he improved a lot. He brought two bikes to the CN Center and saw who the competitors were. He gasped. There were pros all over and they were using the set jumps as warm-ups. He only used them in tournaments. He knew that this was going to be an adrenaline pumping, intense and difficult tournament. He signed his name on the sign-up sheet and headed for the starting line.
He let his eyes wander around the stadium. He saw all of the fans screaming for action. The kid felt like he was on top of the world. There was not even a word that best described exactly how he felt. His mind raced like a dragster going two hundred. The kid thought, “You are very lucky so you don’t turn this down. Throw all of your second thoughts in the trash and get ready. When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. When life brings tournaments, YOU ENTER THEM AND WIN!” This made him think for a while. He chewed on his fingernails thoughtfully. His peripheral vision saw the pros walk up to the starting line. He could not back down now. No way. He just had to look good in front of the pros. It was in his blood. He glanced at the ref and the judges getting ready. He leaned over his bike and made a quick prayer to be safe. He put his sweaty hands on the handlebars and squeezed the brakes to test the tension. The air smelled bad from all the people. It smelled like a mixture of overweight people having a chilli break at a pulp mill. He could even smell the new dirt and gravel. The ref raised his gun and as the blast rang through the boy’s ears, he thought, “Okay. HERE I GO!”
He kicked his pedals with the might he didn’t even know he had. Everything seemed to go in slow motion as he started down the slope. Faintly, he heard the announcer speak (More like scream over the roar of the crowd), giving the play-by-play of the bikers. He took his gaze off the track to look at the people around him. Some of them looked like they weren’t from around town. He tried to imagine where they could have come from, but his foot slipped and a steel back pedal to the shin brought him back to reality. He grimaced in pain but he drew his attention back on the track. He gripped the handlebars tighter as he rocketed off the first jump. He was used to kind. He used this type all of the time. He was confident with himself. Almost too much, but he kept himself in check and stayed focused. He looked behind him just for a brief second to see how far he was in front of the rest of the bikers. Too bad he didn’t see the grinding rail in front of him. Too bad he could say bye to his bike. But worst of all, too bad he didn’t notice the person right in front of him.
He flipped as his tire endoverended and crashed into the PRO (Ouch) about five feet in front of him. He landed on his left arm, and a sickening metallic crack was heard. Then, every thing went dead silent. He squirmed like a dog being shoved in a bath to avoid any further collisions. He looked at the pro. He was okay and so was everyone else. He searched around to see what had made that sound. That terrible sound. It sounded so bad, like something (Or someone) that is critically damaged. His sight landed upon his bike. It had gotten pretty messed up. The frame had twisted at a ninety-degree angle to the right. The suspension had bottomed out so bad, that the forks had jammed through the sprockets. He was glad that no one else was hurt. He remembered he had brought a spare bike just in case something like this happened. The tournament was paused because the pros couldn’t get hurt. They got up and started to resume the race.
The kid glanced around the audience and saw his biking friends. They had come to cheer him on! He beamed as he felt his courage rush back to him. He closed his eyes. He concentrated on the quietness. He achieved it. Silence. Now he would not be distracted. He opened his eyes and sat on his (New) bike. He cracked his knuckles and he pressed his hands on the handlebar grips. He readied himself to go again.
The race continued as they rushed off in a large trail of dust. The cheers of the crowd ringing through his ears. Everything was so intense. The kid felt so euphoric.
MIKE
One time, there was a person and he loved biking. He decided to take an extremely large burm jump. He practiced day in and day out to become an ultimate biker. He learned a few new tricks in the process. He figured he could finally take the jump. He slowly climbed the hill and stopped at the top. He looked down. It was a much bigger jump than he expected it would be. He started having some second thoughts. He was about to do something that could either give him a good reputation or make him never see the light again.
He took a deep breath and sat on his bike. He closed his eyes and started down the hill. He almost forgot to open his eyes and lift up his front tire. He launched off the jump and his bash guard clanked on the tip. He did an X-up, a tail whip, and a nothing all in the same swift motion. He landed with a thud as gravity pulled him to the ground. His front tire started to swerve. He screeched to a stop just before his back tire breaks jarred. He had done the unthinkable. He had survived the thirty-foot jump with the seven-foot lip!
The next day, he went to the skate park and started practicing on the half pipes. He was slowly learning how to be a great biker. He met with some other good bikers and took jumps with them. They took a break and talked for a bit. The boy learned from his new friends that a tournament was going to be at the CN Center in a few days. He HAD to enter. Even if he did not qualify for the tournament, the things he could see would be amazing enough. He came to the conclusion that he would enter the competition the following day.
The next day, he practiced and practiced until he improved a lot. He brought two bikes to the CN Center and saw who the competitors were. He gasped. There were pros all over and they were using the set jumps as warm-ups. He only used them in tournaments. He knew that this was going to be an adrenaline pumping, intense and difficult tournament. He signed his name on the sign-up sheet and headed for the starting line.
He let his eyes wander around the stadium. He saw all of the fans screaming for action. The kid felt like he was on top of the world. There was not even a word that best described exactly how he felt. His mind raced like a dragster going two hundred. The kid thought, “You are very lucky so you don’t turn this down. Throw all of your second thoughts in the trash and get ready. When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. When life brings tournaments, YOU ENTER THEM AND WIN!” This made him think for a while. He chewed on his fingernails thoughtfully. His peripheral vision saw the pros walk up to the starting line. He could not back down now. No way. He just had to look good in front of the pros. It was in his blood. He glanced at the ref and the judges getting ready. He leaned over his bike and made a quick prayer to be safe. He put his sweaty hands on the handlebars and squeezed the brakes to test the tension. The air smelled bad from all the people. It smelled like a mixture of overweight people having a chilli break at a pulp mill. He could even smell the new dirt and gravel. The ref raised his gun and as the blast rang through the boy’s ears, he thought, “Okay. HERE I GO!”
He kicked his pedals with the might he didn’t even know he had. Everything seemed to go in slow motion as he started down the slope. Faintly, he heard the announcer speak (More like scream over the roar of the crowd), giving the play-by-play of the bikers. He took his gaze off the track to look at the people around him. Some of them looked like they weren’t from around town. He tried to imagine where they could have come from, but his foot slipped and a steel back pedal to the shin brought him back to reality. He grimaced in pain but he drew his attention back on the track. He gripped the handlebars tighter as he rocketed off the first jump. He was used to kind. He used this type all of the time. He was confident with himself. Almost too much, but he kept himself in check and stayed focused. He looked behind him just for a brief second to see how far he was in front of the rest of the bikers. Too bad he didn’t see the grinding rail in front of him. Too bad he could say bye to his bike. But worst of all, too bad he didn’t notice the person right in front of him.
He flipped as his tire endoverended and crashed into the PRO (Ouch) about five feet in front of him. He landed on his left arm, and a sickening metallic crack was heard. Then, every thing went dead silent. He squirmed like a dog being shoved in a bath to avoid any further collisions. He looked at the pro. He was okay and so was everyone else. He searched around to see what had made that sound. That terrible sound. It sounded so bad, like something (Or someone) that is critically damaged. His sight landed upon his bike. It had gotten pretty messed up. The frame had twisted at a ninety-degree angle to the right. The suspension had bottomed out so bad, that the forks had jammed through the sprockets. He was glad that no one else was hurt. He remembered he had brought a spare bike just in case something like this happened. The tournament was paused because the pros couldn’t get hurt. They got up and started to resume the race.
The kid glanced around the audience and saw his biking friends. They had come to cheer him on! He beamed as he felt his courage rush back to him. He closed his eyes. He concentrated on the quietness. He achieved it. Silence. Now he would not be distracted. He opened his eyes and sat on his (New) bike. He cracked his knuckles and he pressed his hands on the handlebar grips. He readied himself to go again.
The race continued as they rushed off in a large trail of dust. The cheers of the crowd ringing through his ears. Everything was so intense. The kid felt so euphoric.
Jessica’s wacky world
“Jessica come in now” Jessica ran threw the field with her dog come Lilly Anne come run faster Lilly Anne Yelled Jessica they ran faster and faster through the field where Jessica and Lilly Anne loved to play pretend as they ran faster and faster Jessica tripped over a rock it felt like she had fallen for hours but when she opened her eyes she was in that same garden she stood up and Lilly Anne was gone she yelled for Lilly Anne but she never came back to Jessica so Jessica started walking and as she walked she noticed her house was gone nothing was insight but the grass and the flowers so Jessica walked around a little bit as she spotted a little girl playing in the field Jessica ran up to her but as soon as Jessica sais excuse me the little girl turned around to have one little glimpse of Jessica and ran off Jessica chased the little girl screaming at the top of her lungs wait wait I don’t know where I am please oh please help me but the little girl kept running faster and faster and soon there was two little girls Jessica was shocked she stood up and chased them both but they disappeared Jessica decided to walk to where they were running hoping she could find them but nothing so Jessica walked back turned around And ran soon she found herself falling from the sky nothing to hold on to she didn’t no how she got to the sky she couldn’t see the ground and she was frightened she fell and fell and fell soon she fell asleep she soon found herself laying softly on the ground she looked at her watch on her wrist but the time must have been wrong cause the clock in front of her said a totally different time she tapped her watch twice then kept walking as she walked closer to the clock more clocks appeared with different times on each one like each one was unique soon all the clocks started spinning and they all became the same time and Jessica looked forward her head spinning like crazy as she saw the little girl again and then the other little girl running back and forth back and forth Jessica ran down the hall to catch up with the two little girls and this time she did they all ended up in a clock being used as the hands and every time the clock stroke 12 a dark hole would appear and one little girl jumped then the other so Jessica decided to jump in too soon she pricked her self on her her bottom and before she could scream ouch one of the prickles yelled hey watch it POLLY another prickle yelled shut up and don’t be rued to out guest Jessica stared at them in curiosity then said did you see the two little girls run by here by any chance Polly the prissy prickle looked at her and said why asking questions so soon you don’t know us yet so Jessica sat down where there was no prickles and the started to talk Polly looked and her and said my name is Polly and the prettiest one of all then peter shouted she means prissiest prickle all hm said Polly as peter prickle looked at Jessica and said and im peter and I have the sharpest prickle point to prick people then she said come here so Jessica leaned in slowly and peter whispered over there is Penelope the prettiest prickle to ever prick a person Penelope looked up at Jessica and said my names Penelope and Jessie looked at all 3 prickles and said my names Jessica I am 11 years old and ive lost my dog my home and the two little girls ive been looking for peter looked at Jessica one last time and so did Polly and Penelope Penelope raised her eyes and said those two little girls you are looking for went straight down that path they do everyday and Jessica thanked them and left but as she walked Polly yelled Jessica wait so Jessica ran back and Polly whispered watch out for the witch Wendy waffle house Jessica laughed and said what kind of a name is that peter said the kind you don’t want to run into so Jessica left down the path soon she found herself slipping down a mud slide she was covered in dirt but she never hit the bottom she hit a bath tub some bubbles cam up to her and started washing her hair and cleaning her dress the bubbles sang rub a dub dub one more girl in the tub we need to scrub her clean over and over soon she was tossed outta the tub soaking wet and cold she walked not even two steps when she heard voices in the daisy patch Jessica yelled hello anyone there and one daisy waved here leaf in the air and said over here my dear Jessica walked over to the daisy and stared at her in fascination they daisy said of dear you are all wet and Jessica replied yes I am and cold so the daisy yelled girls and before she new it Jessica was dryer then before Jessica then sat on the ground and said im Jessica and the daisy she had been talking to before said im Darcy at your service for drying and this is my team the one im my right your left is danica and the one on my left your right is dara Jessica said you guys are all very beautiful flowers and Darcy replied yes we are but we are here to help you what do you need my darling and danica and dara started humming a little tune Jessica glared at them for a bit then said I lost my house and my dog and the two little girls I was chasing danica stopped humming and started laughing Jessica asked what was so funny and danica replied those two little girls you saw live right down that path Jessica looked up so surprised and ran down the path yelling thank you she stopped at a path but it just got darker and darker. Soon she was hearing noises and then a snake appeared and asked her if she was lost because Jessica was lost she told him everything from her falling to the flowers and everything the snake told her to follow him so she did and there was a huge bread loaf in the middle of a field with rats running Jessica wanted to ask the snake questions but she was to scared to so she just walked when they got to the bread loaf a piece of it opened and an old lady walked out asked Jessica in. Jessica stopped herself at first then walked in. The inside of the house was ugly and full of cob webs then the snake crawled up Jessica’s leg and wrapped around her body and choked Jessica she was scared and couldn’t breathe. The old lady started to speak and she told Jessica that her name was Wendy waffle house and she was going to turn Jessica into waffles. When the bread house door flew in and a young boy came and saved Jessica. Jessica was so passed out and the boy carried her to the happy humans. When she woke up they all stared at her. Jessica sat up and one girl shouted im Hannah heartly and the other shouted and im heather heartly then the boy said im hairy hunter and the other little boy said im hank hank. Jessica rubbed her eyes and said im Jessica steffler and I just want to go home. Heather and Hannah giggled and said we can get you home hank and hairy helped her up then heather and Hannah ran right through a cloud and disappeared hank and hairy told her to do the same thing so she did. Jessica opened her eyes and she was laying in the grass with Lilly Anne licking her face she stood up and ran into her house for supper with Lilly Anne.
“Jessica come in now” Jessica ran threw the field with her dog come Lilly Anne come run faster Lilly Anne Yelled Jessica they ran faster and faster through the field where Jessica and Lilly Anne loved to play pretend as they ran faster and faster Jessica tripped over a rock it felt like she had fallen for hours but when she opened her eyes she was in that same garden she stood up and Lilly Anne was gone she yelled for Lilly Anne but she never came back to Jessica so Jessica started walking and as she walked she noticed her house was gone nothing was insight but the grass and the flowers so Jessica walked around a little bit as she spotted a little girl playing in the field Jessica ran up to her but as soon as Jessica sais excuse me the little girl turned around to have one little glimpse of Jessica and ran off Jessica chased the little girl screaming at the top of her lungs wait wait I don’t know where I am please oh please help me but the little girl kept running faster and faster and soon there was two little girls Jessica was shocked she stood up and chased them both but they disappeared Jessica decided to walk to where they were running hoping she could find them but nothing so Jessica walked back turned around And ran soon she found herself falling from the sky nothing to hold on to she didn’t no how she got to the sky she couldn’t see the ground and she was frightened she fell and fell and fell soon she fell asleep she soon found herself laying softly on the ground she looked at her watch on her wrist but the time must have been wrong cause the clock in front of her said a totally different time she tapped her watch twice then kept walking as she walked closer to the clock more clocks appeared with different times on each one like each one was unique soon all the clocks started spinning and they all became the same time and Jessica looked forward her head spinning like crazy as she saw the little girl again and then the other little girl running back and forth back and forth Jessica ran down the hall to catch up with the two little girls and this time she did they all ended up in a clock being used as the hands and every time the clock stroke 12 a dark hole would appear and one little girl jumped then the other so Jessica decided to jump in too soon she pricked her self on her her bottom and before she could scream ouch one of the prickles yelled hey watch it POLLY another prickle yelled shut up and don’t be rued to out guest Jessica stared at them in curiosity then said did you see the two little girls run by here by any chance Polly the prissy prickle looked at her and said why asking questions so soon you don’t know us yet so Jessica sat down where there was no prickles and the started to talk Polly looked and her and said my name is Polly and the prettiest one of all then peter shouted she means prissiest prickle all hm said Polly as peter prickle looked at Jessica and said and im peter and I have the sharpest prickle point to prick people then she said come here so Jessica leaned in slowly and peter whispered over there is Penelope the prettiest prickle to ever prick a person Penelope looked up at Jessica and said my names Penelope and Jessie looked at all 3 prickles and said my names Jessica I am 11 years old and ive lost my dog my home and the two little girls ive been looking for peter looked at Jessica one last time and so did Polly and Penelope Penelope raised her eyes and said those two little girls you are looking for went straight down that path they do everyday and Jessica thanked them and left but as she walked Polly yelled Jessica wait so Jessica ran back and Polly whispered watch out for the witch Wendy waffle house Jessica laughed and said what kind of a name is that peter said the kind you don’t want to run into so Jessica left down the path soon she found herself slipping down a mud slide she was covered in dirt but she never hit the bottom she hit a bath tub some bubbles cam up to her and started washing her hair and cleaning her dress the bubbles sang rub a dub dub one more girl in the tub we need to scrub her clean over and over soon she was tossed outta the tub soaking wet and cold she walked not even two steps when she heard voices in the daisy patch Jessica yelled hello anyone there and one daisy waved here leaf in the air and said over here my dear Jessica walked over to the daisy and stared at her in fascination they daisy said of dear you are all wet and Jessica replied yes I am and cold so the daisy yelled girls and before she new it Jessica was dryer then before Jessica then sat on the ground and said im Jessica and the daisy she had been talking to before said im Darcy at your service for drying and this is my team the one im my right your left is danica and the one on my left your right is dara Jessica said you guys are all very beautiful flowers and Darcy replied yes we are but we are here to help you what do you need my darling and danica and dara started humming a little tune Jessica glared at them for a bit then said I lost my house and my dog and the two little girls I was chasing danica stopped humming and started laughing Jessica asked what was so funny and danica replied those two little girls you saw live right down that path Jessica looked up so surprised and ran down the path yelling thank you she stopped at a path but it just got darker and darker. Soon she was hearing noises and then a snake appeared and asked her if she was lost because Jessica was lost she told him everything from her falling to the flowers and everything the snake told her to follow him so she did and there was a huge bread loaf in the middle of a field with rats running Jessica wanted to ask the snake questions but she was to scared to so she just walked when they got to the bread loaf a piece of it opened and an old lady walked out asked Jessica in. Jessica stopped herself at first then walked in. The inside of the house was ugly and full of cob webs then the snake crawled up Jessica’s leg and wrapped around her body and choked Jessica she was scared and couldn’t breathe. The old lady started to speak and she told Jessica that her name was Wendy waffle house and she was going to turn Jessica into waffles. When the bread house door flew in and a young boy came and saved Jessica. Jessica was so passed out and the boy carried her to the happy humans. When she woke up they all stared at her. Jessica sat up and one girl shouted im Hannah heartly and the other shouted and im heather heartly then the boy said im hairy hunter and the other little boy said im hank hank. Jessica rubbed her eyes and said im Jessica steffler and I just want to go home. Heather and Hannah giggled and said we can get you home hank and hairy helped her up then heather and Hannah ran right through a cloud and disappeared hank and hairy told her to do the same thing so she did. Jessica opened her eyes and she was laying in the grass with Lilly Anne licking her face she stood up and ran into her house for supper with Lilly Anne.
Part 1 of 4
“How did it get over here?” Confused and furious Allen bent over to pick up he’s beaten up shoe from the trash. He’s so-called friends had forced he’s shoe off and run all over the school with it as a “joke”. By the end of their lunch the two friends had ditched the shoe off grounds making Allen hobble to class with no shoes. Lucky for him the teacher’s didn’t pay much attention to the people in the back row so he didn’t get in trouble. It wasn’t until after the end of the day that he went looking for it. It wasn’t to far off from the school though. The Shoe was in a trash can by a closed down store by the school. Allen eye’s watered as he quickly gasped for air and covered he’s mouth. It smelled of old horse radish and rotten eggs when he put it on. Trying he’s best to ignore the people that where staring at him in disgust, Allen began marching to the school to yell at he’s friends to buy him a new pair of shoes but knew that they would just laugh and tell him that it was he’s fault for being so week. Knowing this he sighed and started he’s long walk home. Allen was more mature and week for his age. He was fairly tall and skinny with barely any muscle. He had short jet black hair but had piercing blue eye’s making he’s glare the only thing that could scare people. He was always the odd one out with he’s friend. He’s two friends, Jean and Breda where muscular boy’s they were both blonde and pale and had a thing with bullying the littler kids. Allen was often singled out with Jean’s girlfriend, Riza who often hanged out with them now that they were going out. She was also a blonde but had a stern face. Riza always seemed to be calm and cool when ever something bad or exciting happen. Allen could see why Jean liked her, he himself even had a crush on her but he couldn’t make any moves knowing that Jean had liked her ever since elementary school. Allen, Jean, and Breda had known each other ever since they were little and even now they where in high school, they where still as close as any group of friends could be. At least that’s what Allen wanted to believe. He wanted to believe that he was still the little boy who had thought that he would never get married that he would just be a little kid forever. Allen actually started to hate he’s friends.
He started to hate all of their conversations about sports, girls and stuff that doesn’t even make any sense to people rather than the trio. He thought he was better than them. The reason why they took he’s shoe in the first place was because Allen had started to mouth off about every little thing Jean and Breda said.
“You really think it’s that funny?” mused Allen as the three walked around the school campus. Breda and Jean were both laughter historically about something that Jean had seen on T.V. the night before. “Actually yeah you have a problem with that?” The three had stopped walking now for Jean and Allen where giving evil glares at each other. “Yeah it’s just that it’s a bit sad when you’re around idiots that laugh at every little thing.” Jean’s face scrunched up like he had just eaten something sour but went mad as a dog as soon as he found out what he was going to do to him. He slid he’s foot under Allen’s shoe with much force. Allen’s head spun in confusion as he’s head hit the floor with a load “Thump”. He wasn’t able to get up at first from the shock of it all but when he did Allen felt the moist squishy feeling of the dirt under he’s now bare feet. Allen looked up in fury as he saw he’s so called friend run away with he’s two shoes in he’s hands. He looked over at Breda who stood their holding he’s breath trying not to laugh at the boy who was giving him a death glare. It was a long time before any of them moved. “You probably want your shoes back don’t you?” Breda said as he pointed to the direction Jean had run to. Allen shook he’s head slowly as he started to run in he’s bare feet
He started to hate all of their conversations about sports, girls and stuff that doesn’t even make any sense to people rather than the trio. He thought he was better than them. The reason why they took he’s shoe in the first place was because Allen had started to mouth off about every little thing Jean and Breda said.
“You really think it’s that funny?” mused Allen as the three walked around the school campus. Breda and Jean were both laughter historically about something that Jean had seen on T.V. the night before. “Actually yeah you have a problem with that?” The three had stopped walking now for Jean and Allen where giving evil glares at each other. “Yeah it’s just that it’s a bit sad when you’re around idiots that laugh at every little thing.” Jean’s face scrunched up like he had just eaten something sour but went mad as a dog as soon as he found out what he was going to do to him. He slid he’s foot under Allen’s shoe with much force. Allen’s head spun in confusion as he’s head hit the floor with a load “Thump”. He wasn’t able to get up at first from the shock of it all but when he did Allen felt the moist squishy feeling of the dirt under he’s now bare feet. Allen looked up in fury as he saw he’s so called friend run away with he’s two shoes in he’s hands. He looked over at Breda who stood their holding he’s breath trying not to laugh at the boy who was giving him a death glare. It was a long time before any of them moved. “You probably want your shoes back don’t you?” Breda said as he pointed to the direction Jean had run to. Allen shook he’s head slowly as he started to run in he’s bare feet
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
messed up
Time to ride.
I was wondering why they asked me to go. I sat there on my sled with my cracked hood they call my name. If they call your name that either meant two things, one, you were eliminated from the competition or two, you were called up to ride again. As I walk up to the front where they called me to go I wondered what is going to happen? Am I out of the competition? Or am I up to show them what I can do best? As I walk by my friend Jacob he wishes me good luck for what ever happens. Finally I am at the front waiting for what there about to tell me. Good new, or bad news? “hey kid” greets Brett Turcotte. “hey…” “you’re a good sledder bud” reply’s Brett “Jee thanks I haven’t been told that a lot” “well you just got told that by a professional sleder, and now your just getting told that I’m giving you another chance to ride and show my what you can do best” “okay sure I wont let you down I’m going to give you my all for this” I replied. Yeah this is my time to show them what I got. Then when I walk past Jacob he just smiles at me, you could basically tell what he was thinking just by looking at him. Now I got to get all my stuff ready within 25 minutes I had all my gear on and my tank full…..to be continued
I was wondering why they asked me to go. I sat there on my sled with my cracked hood they call my name. If they call your name that either meant two things, one, you were eliminated from the competition or two, you were called up to ride again. As I walk up to the front where they called me to go I wondered what is going to happen? Am I out of the competition? Or am I up to show them what I can do best? As I walk by my friend Jacob he wishes me good luck for what ever happens. Finally I am at the front waiting for what there about to tell me. Good new, or bad news? “hey kid” greets Brett Turcotte. “hey…” “you’re a good sledder bud” reply’s Brett “Jee thanks I haven’t been told that a lot” “well you just got told that by a professional sleder, and now your just getting told that I’m giving you another chance to ride and show my what you can do best” “okay sure I wont let you down I’m going to give you my all for this” I replied. Yeah this is my time to show them what I got. Then when I walk past Jacob he just smiles at me, you could basically tell what he was thinking just by looking at him. Now I got to get all my stuff ready within 25 minutes I had all my gear on and my tank full…..to be continued
Olivia's Story- Sections 3 and 4
Something loud and rough underneath my body woke me, and I was cascaded with pains. The back of my head throbbed, and I could feel the skin on it pulled taut and tender like it was swelling. Something scratchy was chafing my face, and my body was covered in burns that were stiff from lying on my side. My teeth ached and my hunger had rose to the maximum. One arm was caught beneath my waist, and all my muscles and bruises seemed to stab into me with every jolt of movement.
Movement? I thought sluggishly, Where am I
Careful to keep the look of sleep upon my body, I split my dopey eyes apart. Bright light burst forth as soon as my lids opened, as well as a twinge as a scabbing cut below my left eye broke, exposing itself to the air.
I fought the urge to wince, and closed my eyes. Slowly opening them this time, though blurry, I saw lots of rough straw, littered around with dirt, sand, mouse droppings, sawdust, and all things of other sorts. Looking a little farther, I saw a dark wall of wood with a canopy of trees and mountains beyond the top.
I must be in a cart, or wagon
Closing my eyes, I moaned at the unwanted task of movement, and shifted to my other side. I almost drifted back into sleep, but forced myself to stay awake. After slitting my eyes again, I found I looked into a mound of material. Further examination proved it to be Mary. She seemed all right, I could hear her snoring hoarsely, and no blood showed itself on her skin.
Mmmmmm but it could…NO
I decided I should listen; I had managed to look away but my eyes drooped too much to hold them open. I needed something else to concentrate on, something not dangerously inviting.
In our camp we told out men if they were unsure of nearby company, or thought something out of place, to just listen. Generally it would confirm your suspicions, whatever they were, whether it be danger or just drunk men. Kalmber and I had taken this strategy from Onipopo, our foster father.
A while after our birth, our parents had fled, leaving us with their only trustworthy neighbour throughout the countryside. He had accepted us willingly, knowing we were special. And when we changed, he tried to teach us as much as he knew, and all matters of common sense.
When we were 11, a rebel band had rode up to Onipopo’s farm. We had just finished watering our own private herb garden, and were heading around the front of the house when they arrived.
A tall, wiry man had walked up, asking for Onipopo. Thinking it dangerous to leave a young girl like me alone with a company of ragged men, Kalmber stayed and sent me to get our foster father.
I ran all over the farm, from our one cow’s pen, to the bull’s, the butcher hut, the chicken coup, the main pasture, the vegetable garden, the stream, our sleeping quarters, everywhere. I just couldn’t find him. Where else would he be?
When I returned to Kalmber, the men had disappeared down the road in the direction away from the village.
“Where did they go?” I had asked.
“They said they received a report runner, and that there was King’s men coming.”
“Why do the King’s men want them,” I laughed, “Did one of them tell him what he actually looks like?”
He had laughed with me, but then we hurried into the house. If there really were men from the kingdom coming, we should tell Onipopo. Once again he was out of sight, it was strange, he never disappeared.
When the King’s men were in earshot, we ran into the forest back across the stream. Onipopo had taught us about how merciless Orlineate was, and how his men followed his example. We didn’t know why they were here, but we wouldn’t be in their way.
They traveled all the way up to the farm too, and investigated throughout all our land. They must have thought we ran off with the rebels because our house was empty.
From our perches high in an oak tree, we watched them as they placed little cubes of herbs and oils on the ground and around our livestock pens. Then, they went through, and removed any and all of our food stocks, placing them on their carts.
Sitting there, we were disgusted. To get robbed by our own King, of all our work and life, we hadn’t even committed a crime. What if we had made a hike to the nearby village for a couple of days, completely innocent? Would they still have robbed us, of course they would! They were King’s men.
After they had scavenged all that they could find, they rode back up to the main road, and a few archers stepped forward. A man lit their arrows, and they fired.
At first, smoke just swirled out of a hay pile, but soon popped into a being of flames. The fire spread, moving towards the butcher house, and the cattle’s pens. It found a path of oil, and flickered down it, until it hit one of the bundles of herbs. Exploding, it sent flames up into the air, catching various other pieces of flammable material.
After ten minutes, almost everything was ablaze. Satisfied, the King’s men continued back the way they came. They would tell the King that they burned down a treasonous farm, and they would be done their job.
After a quick discussion, we reckoned that there was nothing left here for us, and that we would starve if we tried to replant. We decided to find that rebel group. Hopefully, they would take us in, no matter what we would have to do. It would be hard, trying to make excuses of why we would leave every few nights, and show up again in the morning, but we would make it work.
We had run off through the forest, which was always familiar to us, internally grieving. Onipopo had to be dead, or else he surely would have found us in our favourite place in the tree. The one man that loved us, gone. Everything we had ever known, gone…
I realized I had started dozing while thinking about my history. Trying to perk myself up again to stay awake, I remembered what I was supposed to do.
At first I could only hear the sound of the cart, but after only a few seconds the sounds of men’s laughter and talk reached me. A loud, boasting voice made some joke, and another bout of laughter echoed through the area. A different man, probably a leader, yelled something mockingly, but the only words I could catch were ‘quiet, ladies, experiences.’ A few curses were said, and then the men’s voices disappeared.
I didn’t recognize the voices. Who would just yell loudly around the countryside? It was a sure way to be caught, or spotted by somebody you didn’t want to see you.
People, guards, spies, covered almost anywhere in the woodlands around any road or village. Most rebel groups went about on the old roads. They were like a man’s unshaven chin, uncivilized and desolate. That’s what made them so perfect. Not many people rode along them just for the factor of how uncomfortable it was. Also, they were dangerous. If a horse tripped and broke its leg, you were stranded alone. Though, any rebel would rather chance a broken leg than the imprisonment in the King’s pit.
But that’s not what we did…we tried to go along a normal, semi-populated road…but it was quiet…Where am I?
Why were they still talking so loudly? None of our men would have done that without checking with Kalmber, or myself, that’s for sure. Unless…
Oh no, The King’s men must have found us, after-after… I struggled to think of what happened, a thick fog had drifted over my mind. I was so tired. I remembered fires, and Mary running away, and a…lake? Yes a lake, the cooling lake. Then…
A firebomb? I thought. It was a possible explanation for the burns.
So, I am stuck fast now. In one of the Kings holding lines. Probably on my way to… What could I do? I clenched my teeth together. Nothing
Sighing, and releasing my sore teeth, I relaxed my eyes and fell into tranquil thoughts, the knowledge that I was captured pressing me back into slumber
“Quit down, you can talk about your experiences with your lady friends later,” I yelled over to the group of men walking behind the prisoners cart. “You gossip like you yourselves were ladies!” I sighed and stared up at the blinding sun. It was in the middle of the sky, telling me twas noon. Unlike them, didn’t want to hear all the different slaves and servant girls they had used as bed warmers. At least Lakesha and I had only been slight lovers, and she was willing. They sounded too much like the king to me.
Glaring, a few of them called curses, but I just ignored them. We had been traveling the countryside on a loop, now almost back to the castle, for 31 days now. Many of the men were getting short tempered.
Walking all day in the hot sun, with armor and weapons didn’t help the matter. Only a handful had horses, the King only supplied them for the Leaders and few Counts. With so many attacks going on at kingdom farms, the money wasn’t there for spending anymore.
A few fistfights throughout the later days had been started, and they had been punished, though nothing serious had happened yet. Many were ready to erupt, mostly in the ranks of the new recruitments. Those who weren’t used to the life on the road. Not often nights were stayed in Inn’s, and villages and farms were very spread apart this far out. Fresh meals were not common.
Glancing back behind me, I saw our procession was moving quite slowly. At the very far back Shant’s fire archers and knights who had been joking about trudged along tartly, pushing the few Peers of Milia who protected the prisoners’ cart even harder. A large group of wagons protected by Trespond’s men were filled to the brim with supplies, and was farther up ahead than it should be.
Though it would seem like enough food, the whole camp was rationed; only Norlontre and us Counts got decent meals each night. Whenever we burned down a household or farm, we usually stocked whatever supplies we could from the buildings. Also, when we arrived at towns we demanded payment of food or money, but it just wasn’t enough.
Even more spread apart in front of them were my Peers, some who were riding on an old cart pulled by their horse, while other walked beside. If a man brought his own horse into the ranks, he could use it for anything, it was his privilege.
The rest of the men walked ahead, with Norlontre’s War Horse at the fore, which atop he rode. Generally he kept within the group, but since we were back in the Kingdom’s boundaries there seemed no danger to be in the open for pillage attacks. The other Counts, like I, were spread apart through the ranks.
Chancella, the donkey who was pulling the prisoners cart, was sagging behind, the reason our union was spread so far apart. She had been jumpy ever since we had put the prisoners in there. Suddenly she would haw, and start trying to run, twisting in her harness like trying to escape. Right after that, she would seem to sag, almost hide herself as if being lashed. She looked beat from to many random outbreaks, so I decided to ride ahead to confer with Norlontre about a donkey change.
We had three extra donkeys for if we needed an extra wagon. They were Chancella, Dirgmust, and Trinad. Trinad was freshly trained and Chancella was middle aged, so they were regulars. They pulled the cart, one for twelve hours, then switching off to the next. Dirgmust was the oldest with 23 years, and he was mainly with us to be an extra, for if Chancella or Trinad got hurt or killed.
When I headed with Norlontre I mentioned the donkey, and he agreed that they should be switched so the men could group together and cease walking for a while.
He called for the break, and the Counts cries all over echoed his order happily.
The wagons were put to a stop, and tired walkers took seats on the ground, relaxing with their water and beer canteens. Some of Trespond’s men went and started changing over the prisoner cart’s donkey.
As soon as Chancella was out of the bindings, she tried to run. She stumbled though, as the restraint from the men and her tiredness played in her part. They calmed her and hurriedly took her off the road and tied her to a tree.
A harsh wind rose up, making dust soar into the sky. The men brought Trinad over, placid in relief for the cool refreshment from the baking heat. Suddenly, he spooked for no apparent reason, and started hawing and kicking. The men tried to calm him down with soothing words and murmurs, but nothing would quench him of his fear. He kicked up and broke a hole through the cart wall, startling the two captives. They both jerked, and the fair coloured girl pulled the other away from the broken barrier.
“Take him away from the cart!” I yelled. The donkey would cause more destruction by it than he would any other place.
They led him over near Chancella and tied him up. Norlontre rode over, trying to figure out what was wrong.
“Trinad spooked when the men tried to put him in the harness, and kicked through the wall of the cart. Both of the prisoners are also awake now, though quite dopey, they won’t be up for long,” I told him.
“Tell the men to start fixing the cart, if they hurry, it will only take half an hour.” He ordered me, and then added thoughtfully, “The sleeping draught in our firebombs is doing its job. The inhalation would have probably kept them asleep for many more hours, though they must have been fairly far away or else they would be dead. Or the bomb didn’t get to burn much. Soon they will be back asleep. They are females, quite weak, unlike ourselves. Even men would be knocked cold still if not for the donkey. Actually, I am surprised they woke at all.” He thought again, “They definitely would have had to be far away.”
“ Well, the dark haired girl didn’t seem to really wake, but the light one looks fully.” I replied.
“Hmmm, she’ll fall asleep soon.” He told me.
We put sleeping medicines in our bombs, very strong sleeping medicines, and when they explode they turned to gas. This is so potent, that if the explosion didn’t kill you, then the gases would, or at least knock you out for hours. How close you are to it depends on how much it affects you. The herbs used to make it are three times stronger than a normal infusion, which would easily throw a grown man into sleep.
“Come on, I need a man with a background in carpentry, come over here,” I yelled to my men.
Run, can’t run, legs weak. Black field, dead field, bad field. Life, ahead, forest, green trees, animals. Small animals, useless, need big animals. So weak. Need food. Need animals. Big trees, can’t run fast. Need animals. Can’t catch wildcat, to fast, so tired. Legs too weak. Lake. Reflection. Teeth, sharp, pointy teeth. So tired, no fall, can’t fall, won’t fall. Need food, no, not food. Need-
I jumped awake, and pulled away from a loud noise above my head. With my gaze swimming I dragged Mary away from the disturbance, her being still drowsing. I cleared my sight and saw a splintered hole in the wall of the cart, pieces scattered on the floor.
A rampaging donkey was strained against its bridle, from all the men hanging off it to hold it still. The men wore the gait of the kingdom, their sign embellished on the armor (must think of embellishment). I shook Mary until she was partially conscious, covering her ears from the noise.
Finally the men took away the donkey, and another man yelled for the hole to be fixed. Three Peers clustered around the hole to see the damage, and then scurried off, probably looking for supplies.
I felt Mary sigh in my lap, and she started snoring again. I, unlike her, felt wide-awake, and hungry. My teeth ached more than before.
Why did they have to take the donkey away…I shivered, no matter how hungry I was I had to stay focused.
A man rode up to our cart, first looking at the hole, then checked us over. I avoided his gaze, acting frightened.
Seeming satisfied, he rode away from us to the front of a long group of soldiers and carts. Everybody ignored us, other than a couple of men that circled around the cart. Each had their hands on their weapons, and seemed ready to draw.
Our guards, so little I chuckled to myself They really think that we are harmless enough for such few. These men underestimate females.
Every man in our rebel group had learned that lesson. Each time a new recruitment is added, I challenge them to a dual.
Once in our practice sparring I had challenged Bucni. He was our latest recruitment, and like the rest, he had never seen us duel before.
When he accepted my offer, he told me cockily ‘I will go easy on you, Miss.’ He landed on the ground before he had his second jab. Many other overconfident men had tried me out, only to learn in vain, to not underestimate anybody, male or female.
Many experienced fighters I had fought for an hour or so, until we called it quits. Those were the fights I enjoyed. Though, I can’t say I could help myself from grinning when Bucni landed on his buttocks.
Apparently these men have not had that chance to learn, this will help me later.
We didn’t know much of what happened inside the kingdom structure, or what happened with Peers and Counts. Only once did we ever have one of our men captured, but we were able to slip in and kill the party only a night after.
The group had stumbled across our man hunting in the woods with our insignia on him, and with only one Count and a few Peers they barely caught him. When he didn’t return by midday we had scouts out looking, and one of them spotted the Count’s camp. We had sneaked in and silently slaughtered every enemy, our rescue easy. After that we had foraged the camp for letters, whether it be telling new battle plans, or the next location for meeting. We also searched for any useful tools or provisions.
Considering he was only with them for the night, we didn’t learn much about what happened with their captives. One of the main events that had occurred was that the leader, or somebody fairly high up, would come and try to psych the captive out, scare them into telling anything. I would have to act like a pitiful, meek girl, but one with knowledge, or else they would never keep me.
We had been planning, my brother and I, to send one of us into the castle. This was the reason we were trying to meet up with our related group; we had wanted to discuss tactics and ideas. With a good disguise, we could learn of any plans.
Now, if I made the right moves, this could move me right into the heart of the devil’s den. Then, after I had learned enough for that time, he would come to get me. He would know when, he always did.
If I mess up…I just won’t, this will be perfect in the end
We had a type of sense between us, knowing whether each other were in harm or not, if we were close or near, or if we wanted each other. It was like maternal instinct.
Many times over our years it had helped us find each other, or to help if the other was in pain. Ours was much stronger, being born together and all, even though it was still a blood trait of ours, being…special.
“Sir, I think one of the prisoners is awake,” I told Norlontre.
It was a couple hours later; we had fixed the cart, and finally thrust the reluctant Trinad into the yoke. After marching for a while, one of Milia’s guards who was watching the prisoners approached him saying that he had seen the fair girl’s eyes open suddenly on bumps on the roads. Though at other times she seemed to be sleeping.
Milia called me over, and we went and took a look. When I prodded her on her back with the butt of my dagger she jerked up and hissed at me, then turned away frightened. I had rode up to Norlontre to tell him.
“What do you mean, they should still sleep for another few hours,” He has asked me.
“Come see,” was all I replied.
“Let’s take a break lads!” He called out, and all the men that heard him smiled. Not usually would we stop so often in one day.
When we approached the cart Norlontre made a sharp call, making the guards recede from it. They had been silently pulling at the prisoners’ hair, grabbing a small piece then tugging on it gently. An overly brave man had started to stroke the blonde’s face, and pluck at her ruined dress.
“What do you think you are doing?” I snapped at the men, wiping the smiles off their faces.
“Do not touch them! You know the punishment for anybody who meddles with the King’s prisoners!” Norlontre’s voice was an icy wind, memories floating from it into their minds.
“It was only a little pull at her hair, no harm done,” murmured the ambitious guard.
“It did not seem so, and your fingers would proclaim your words untrue if they could speak, wouldn’t they Horslem?” Norlontre lowered his voice and stepped right up to the guard’s face. “I could disclose this happening to the King’s office. You will have to prove to me that you are man enough to redeem some height, because right now, you are dangerously close to my crossing point. Report to me this evening.”
Horslem mumbled a sheepish, “Yes sir,” and the Leader turned to the other men.
“All of you men will have a look-out duty this night. Think of this as a gracious punishment. Other times I may not be so generous. Now, back away.”
The men scattered farther away, and we stepped up to the cart. Quietly, I took my dagger once more, and tapped the light one on the nervous part of her knee. She gasped as her leg twitched, and pulled it up to her chest. We walked around the other side of the wagon, and watched as her vision switched back and forth between us.
“Speak to us, or we will make you,” Norlontre ordered quietly.
She moaned to herself.
“What is your name?” I asked.
“Wh-who are you?” she asked, her light voce cracking.
“I repeat, what is your name?” I inquired, a small amount of force behind my words.
“My name, I am Fe-Fel-Felicit-ty.”
“Your name is Felicity, correct?” Norlontre inquired.
She muttered an agreement.
“Where do you come from?”
“I-I can’t remember; my head hurts, where are am I? Please, make my head stop hurting!” She moaned loudly.
I glanced as she crumpled into herself, hiding her face beyond a veil of matted golden hair. A large, egg-shaped mound was protruding from the backside of her head.
“Would she lie?” I murmured to Norlontre.
“Judging from the look of her cranium I would assume not. Even if she was, I don’t think it best to ask right now. The information we extract from her can wait until we are in a secure place, with no sneaky listeners.” His eyes motioned to the guards lazing around. “We will stall the questions ‘till later. What do you think?”
“Night time for poppet?”
“You read my mind.”
I had been cursing at myself. My hunger growling from inside me, I had been concentrating on controlling my thoughts. My lack of effort towards ‘being asleep’ started to alert a guard. When he went to talk to a Count, I knew I had to get my story straight.
Mentally considering the throbbing pain coming from my head, I knew I would have a large welt. I could use this in my favor. With a crackly voice, and plenty of moaning I would surpass most detection.
Once again I was too deep in thought, and when a man thumped me in the back, I reacted. I jerked up and hissed, my hunger taking control, and then I realized what I was doing, and flopped back down. Pretending I was exhausted, I prayed he would leave again.
When he came back I would have to be prepared, and act well. Of course I would still be suspected of lying, but if I couldn’t remember much, what use would I be of at the moment? They would have to wait until I was healed to remember anything vital. Being caught so close to the kingdom; I would be inside the walls by the time I had ‘remembered’. Our plan would work out perfectly.
Only problem; I needed to feed. They had fed me nothing. If I didn’t get something soon, my instincts would take control, and I would go berserk.
I heard men walking up again, and I prepared myself for whatever they would do. Only, when they tapped the sensitive point, I couldn’t help gasping. It was a good idea; it would wake me were I asleep, and show me awake if not. I panicked for a moment, but then realized that that would work with my act. Sorting myself out, I waited.
They walked around so I could see them, and I, pretending to be nervous, gazed hurriedly at the two that were there. They started to ask me questions, and I made small responses, mostly groaning. When they asked my name, I stalled them, and found a perfect fake.
“My name, I am Fe-Fel-Felicit-ty,” I groaned out.
After, I acted out horrible head pains, and they started to mutter back and forth. When they finished, they smiled, as if laughing at some joke.
Then, to my surprise, they walked way. One traveled out of my sight, while the other, the one I had hissed at, went to a group of wagons.
After digging around, he picked something up, and walked back. The other man that was there before, who I assumed was a Leader, re-appeared also.
The man with the items, probably a Count, opened the bottle in his hands, and poured some liquid on a cloth. He motioned to somebody behind me, and covered his own mouth with his arm. One of the cart’s guards leaned over the edge of our wagon, and grabbed my shoulder, forcing me upwards.
The Count, who at this I point I mentally named ‘Count Bastardo’, grabbed the back of my head, and covered my mouth and nose with the cloth.
I knew what he was doing; he was trying to anesthetize me so I would slumber until we hit the castle.
There is only one problem with that…Uh oh
I struggled pitifully; I couldn’t really fight, because I was supposed to be dizzy and nauseous. When a normal, hurt person would usually take a breath, I took one, but his fumes didn’t affect me like they would a normal person.
At first, I just sat there breathing, watching the Leader’s expectant eyes. Then, I started giggling.
I couldn’t stop. Soon, gales of laughter left my lungs, and I had flopped back on the floor writhing, but not in pain. In fact, all the pains in my body disappeared. This seemed so funny to me, no hurt!
I choked in air, trying to breathe through all my fits. The men didn’t help, many more had gathered round, and they looked so humorously confused!
I giggled again, “Take that look off your face, silly men, you are so funny!”
The two that had been there in the beginning walked away with a few other men, but even more gathered around our cart, watching me guffaw.
“Come back you boys!” Giggles again. “You don’t know who you are messing with!” Minutes later, I was still giggling, now laughing at how Mary snored away while I had so much fun.
The other men came back, their faces grim.
“Awww what’s with the long faces?” I gasped between words, trying not to burst.
“Somebody pull her out of the cart!” The Leader yelled.
Immediately many hands were on me, all pulling me to and fro.
“Gentle!” I shrieked out, and then laughed again at my boldness.
They all let go at my outburst, and then one man pulled me to his side and over the edge of the cart. I held onto him tightly, my legs weak and in need of support.
Count Bastardo walked up, and I fell into a fit again, the man supporting me taking my whole weight.
“You are so pretty Count Bast…” I giggled off. For the first time I realized how good-looking he was, and how close to my age.
He sighed, and looked to the Leader. Seeing the nod, he turned back to me. His right arm flexed and pulled back, while the man holding me pushed me in front of him, still gripping my shoulders. I realized what the Count was doing just in time to cut off my laughter and momentarily tense my body.
As I closed my eyes and forced my rigid muscles to relax, his fist hit my temple. I crumpled down to the dirt, despite the man’s tries to catch me. Breathing shallow, my vision blurred and went red as my lids closed over the sun. A metallic taste entered my mouth, and I choked. But before I blacked out, I had one thing to say.
“S’not funny guys.”
Movement? I thought sluggishly, Where am I
Careful to keep the look of sleep upon my body, I split my dopey eyes apart. Bright light burst forth as soon as my lids opened, as well as a twinge as a scabbing cut below my left eye broke, exposing itself to the air.
I fought the urge to wince, and closed my eyes. Slowly opening them this time, though blurry, I saw lots of rough straw, littered around with dirt, sand, mouse droppings, sawdust, and all things of other sorts. Looking a little farther, I saw a dark wall of wood with a canopy of trees and mountains beyond the top.
I must be in a cart, or wagon
Closing my eyes, I moaned at the unwanted task of movement, and shifted to my other side. I almost drifted back into sleep, but forced myself to stay awake. After slitting my eyes again, I found I looked into a mound of material. Further examination proved it to be Mary. She seemed all right, I could hear her snoring hoarsely, and no blood showed itself on her skin.
Mmmmmm but it could…NO
I decided I should listen; I had managed to look away but my eyes drooped too much to hold them open. I needed something else to concentrate on, something not dangerously inviting.
In our camp we told out men if they were unsure of nearby company, or thought something out of place, to just listen. Generally it would confirm your suspicions, whatever they were, whether it be danger or just drunk men. Kalmber and I had taken this strategy from Onipopo, our foster father.
A while after our birth, our parents had fled, leaving us with their only trustworthy neighbour throughout the countryside. He had accepted us willingly, knowing we were special. And when we changed, he tried to teach us as much as he knew, and all matters of common sense.
When we were 11, a rebel band had rode up to Onipopo’s farm. We had just finished watering our own private herb garden, and were heading around the front of the house when they arrived.
A tall, wiry man had walked up, asking for Onipopo. Thinking it dangerous to leave a young girl like me alone with a company of ragged men, Kalmber stayed and sent me to get our foster father.
I ran all over the farm, from our one cow’s pen, to the bull’s, the butcher hut, the chicken coup, the main pasture, the vegetable garden, the stream, our sleeping quarters, everywhere. I just couldn’t find him. Where else would he be?
When I returned to Kalmber, the men had disappeared down the road in the direction away from the village.
“Where did they go?” I had asked.
“They said they received a report runner, and that there was King’s men coming.”
“Why do the King’s men want them,” I laughed, “Did one of them tell him what he actually looks like?”
He had laughed with me, but then we hurried into the house. If there really were men from the kingdom coming, we should tell Onipopo. Once again he was out of sight, it was strange, he never disappeared.
When the King’s men were in earshot, we ran into the forest back across the stream. Onipopo had taught us about how merciless Orlineate was, and how his men followed his example. We didn’t know why they were here, but we wouldn’t be in their way.
They traveled all the way up to the farm too, and investigated throughout all our land. They must have thought we ran off with the rebels because our house was empty.
From our perches high in an oak tree, we watched them as they placed little cubes of herbs and oils on the ground and around our livestock pens. Then, they went through, and removed any and all of our food stocks, placing them on their carts.
Sitting there, we were disgusted. To get robbed by our own King, of all our work and life, we hadn’t even committed a crime. What if we had made a hike to the nearby village for a couple of days, completely innocent? Would they still have robbed us, of course they would! They were King’s men.
After they had scavenged all that they could find, they rode back up to the main road, and a few archers stepped forward. A man lit their arrows, and they fired.
At first, smoke just swirled out of a hay pile, but soon popped into a being of flames. The fire spread, moving towards the butcher house, and the cattle’s pens. It found a path of oil, and flickered down it, until it hit one of the bundles of herbs. Exploding, it sent flames up into the air, catching various other pieces of flammable material.
After ten minutes, almost everything was ablaze. Satisfied, the King’s men continued back the way they came. They would tell the King that they burned down a treasonous farm, and they would be done their job.
After a quick discussion, we reckoned that there was nothing left here for us, and that we would starve if we tried to replant. We decided to find that rebel group. Hopefully, they would take us in, no matter what we would have to do. It would be hard, trying to make excuses of why we would leave every few nights, and show up again in the morning, but we would make it work.
We had run off through the forest, which was always familiar to us, internally grieving. Onipopo had to be dead, or else he surely would have found us in our favourite place in the tree. The one man that loved us, gone. Everything we had ever known, gone…
I realized I had started dozing while thinking about my history. Trying to perk myself up again to stay awake, I remembered what I was supposed to do.
At first I could only hear the sound of the cart, but after only a few seconds the sounds of men’s laughter and talk reached me. A loud, boasting voice made some joke, and another bout of laughter echoed through the area. A different man, probably a leader, yelled something mockingly, but the only words I could catch were ‘quiet, ladies, experiences.’ A few curses were said, and then the men’s voices disappeared.
I didn’t recognize the voices. Who would just yell loudly around the countryside? It was a sure way to be caught, or spotted by somebody you didn’t want to see you.
People, guards, spies, covered almost anywhere in the woodlands around any road or village. Most rebel groups went about on the old roads. They were like a man’s unshaven chin, uncivilized and desolate. That’s what made them so perfect. Not many people rode along them just for the factor of how uncomfortable it was. Also, they were dangerous. If a horse tripped and broke its leg, you were stranded alone. Though, any rebel would rather chance a broken leg than the imprisonment in the King’s pit.
But that’s not what we did…we tried to go along a normal, semi-populated road…but it was quiet…Where am I?
Why were they still talking so loudly? None of our men would have done that without checking with Kalmber, or myself, that’s for sure. Unless…
Oh no, The King’s men must have found us, after-after… I struggled to think of what happened, a thick fog had drifted over my mind. I was so tired. I remembered fires, and Mary running away, and a…lake? Yes a lake, the cooling lake. Then…
A firebomb? I thought. It was a possible explanation for the burns.
So, I am stuck fast now. In one of the Kings holding lines. Probably on my way to… What could I do? I clenched my teeth together. Nothing
Sighing, and releasing my sore teeth, I relaxed my eyes and fell into tranquil thoughts, the knowledge that I was captured pressing me back into slumber
“Quit down, you can talk about your experiences with your lady friends later,” I yelled over to the group of men walking behind the prisoners cart. “You gossip like you yourselves were ladies!” I sighed and stared up at the blinding sun. It was in the middle of the sky, telling me twas noon. Unlike them, didn’t want to hear all the different slaves and servant girls they had used as bed warmers. At least Lakesha and I had only been slight lovers, and she was willing. They sounded too much like the king to me.
Glaring, a few of them called curses, but I just ignored them. We had been traveling the countryside on a loop, now almost back to the castle, for 31 days now. Many of the men were getting short tempered.
Walking all day in the hot sun, with armor and weapons didn’t help the matter. Only a handful had horses, the King only supplied them for the Leaders and few Counts. With so many attacks going on at kingdom farms, the money wasn’t there for spending anymore.
A few fistfights throughout the later days had been started, and they had been punished, though nothing serious had happened yet. Many were ready to erupt, mostly in the ranks of the new recruitments. Those who weren’t used to the life on the road. Not often nights were stayed in Inn’s, and villages and farms were very spread apart this far out. Fresh meals were not common.
Glancing back behind me, I saw our procession was moving quite slowly. At the very far back Shant’s fire archers and knights who had been joking about trudged along tartly, pushing the few Peers of Milia who protected the prisoners’ cart even harder. A large group of wagons protected by Trespond’s men were filled to the brim with supplies, and was farther up ahead than it should be.
Though it would seem like enough food, the whole camp was rationed; only Norlontre and us Counts got decent meals each night. Whenever we burned down a household or farm, we usually stocked whatever supplies we could from the buildings. Also, when we arrived at towns we demanded payment of food or money, but it just wasn’t enough.
Even more spread apart in front of them were my Peers, some who were riding on an old cart pulled by their horse, while other walked beside. If a man brought his own horse into the ranks, he could use it for anything, it was his privilege.
The rest of the men walked ahead, with Norlontre’s War Horse at the fore, which atop he rode. Generally he kept within the group, but since we were back in the Kingdom’s boundaries there seemed no danger to be in the open for pillage attacks. The other Counts, like I, were spread apart through the ranks.
Chancella, the donkey who was pulling the prisoners cart, was sagging behind, the reason our union was spread so far apart. She had been jumpy ever since we had put the prisoners in there. Suddenly she would haw, and start trying to run, twisting in her harness like trying to escape. Right after that, she would seem to sag, almost hide herself as if being lashed. She looked beat from to many random outbreaks, so I decided to ride ahead to confer with Norlontre about a donkey change.
We had three extra donkeys for if we needed an extra wagon. They were Chancella, Dirgmust, and Trinad. Trinad was freshly trained and Chancella was middle aged, so they were regulars. They pulled the cart, one for twelve hours, then switching off to the next. Dirgmust was the oldest with 23 years, and he was mainly with us to be an extra, for if Chancella or Trinad got hurt or killed.
When I headed with Norlontre I mentioned the donkey, and he agreed that they should be switched so the men could group together and cease walking for a while.
He called for the break, and the Counts cries all over echoed his order happily.
The wagons were put to a stop, and tired walkers took seats on the ground, relaxing with their water and beer canteens. Some of Trespond’s men went and started changing over the prisoner cart’s donkey.
As soon as Chancella was out of the bindings, she tried to run. She stumbled though, as the restraint from the men and her tiredness played in her part. They calmed her and hurriedly took her off the road and tied her to a tree.
A harsh wind rose up, making dust soar into the sky. The men brought Trinad over, placid in relief for the cool refreshment from the baking heat. Suddenly, he spooked for no apparent reason, and started hawing and kicking. The men tried to calm him down with soothing words and murmurs, but nothing would quench him of his fear. He kicked up and broke a hole through the cart wall, startling the two captives. They both jerked, and the fair coloured girl pulled the other away from the broken barrier.
“Take him away from the cart!” I yelled. The donkey would cause more destruction by it than he would any other place.
They led him over near Chancella and tied him up. Norlontre rode over, trying to figure out what was wrong.
“Trinad spooked when the men tried to put him in the harness, and kicked through the wall of the cart. Both of the prisoners are also awake now, though quite dopey, they won’t be up for long,” I told him.
“Tell the men to start fixing the cart, if they hurry, it will only take half an hour.” He ordered me, and then added thoughtfully, “The sleeping draught in our firebombs is doing its job. The inhalation would have probably kept them asleep for many more hours, though they must have been fairly far away or else they would be dead. Or the bomb didn’t get to burn much. Soon they will be back asleep. They are females, quite weak, unlike ourselves. Even men would be knocked cold still if not for the donkey. Actually, I am surprised they woke at all.” He thought again, “They definitely would have had to be far away.”
“ Well, the dark haired girl didn’t seem to really wake, but the light one looks fully.” I replied.
“Hmmm, she’ll fall asleep soon.” He told me.
We put sleeping medicines in our bombs, very strong sleeping medicines, and when they explode they turned to gas. This is so potent, that if the explosion didn’t kill you, then the gases would, or at least knock you out for hours. How close you are to it depends on how much it affects you. The herbs used to make it are three times stronger than a normal infusion, which would easily throw a grown man into sleep.
“Come on, I need a man with a background in carpentry, come over here,” I yelled to my men.
Run, can’t run, legs weak. Black field, dead field, bad field. Life, ahead, forest, green trees, animals. Small animals, useless, need big animals. So weak. Need food. Need animals. Big trees, can’t run fast. Need animals. Can’t catch wildcat, to fast, so tired. Legs too weak. Lake. Reflection. Teeth, sharp, pointy teeth. So tired, no fall, can’t fall, won’t fall. Need food, no, not food. Need-
I jumped awake, and pulled away from a loud noise above my head. With my gaze swimming I dragged Mary away from the disturbance, her being still drowsing. I cleared my sight and saw a splintered hole in the wall of the cart, pieces scattered on the floor.
A rampaging donkey was strained against its bridle, from all the men hanging off it to hold it still. The men wore the gait of the kingdom, their sign embellished on the armor (must think of embellishment). I shook Mary until she was partially conscious, covering her ears from the noise.
Finally the men took away the donkey, and another man yelled for the hole to be fixed. Three Peers clustered around the hole to see the damage, and then scurried off, probably looking for supplies.
I felt Mary sigh in my lap, and she started snoring again. I, unlike her, felt wide-awake, and hungry. My teeth ached more than before.
Why did they have to take the donkey away…I shivered, no matter how hungry I was I had to stay focused.
A man rode up to our cart, first looking at the hole, then checked us over. I avoided his gaze, acting frightened.
Seeming satisfied, he rode away from us to the front of a long group of soldiers and carts. Everybody ignored us, other than a couple of men that circled around the cart. Each had their hands on their weapons, and seemed ready to draw.
Our guards, so little I chuckled to myself They really think that we are harmless enough for such few. These men underestimate females.
Every man in our rebel group had learned that lesson. Each time a new recruitment is added, I challenge them to a dual.
Once in our practice sparring I had challenged Bucni. He was our latest recruitment, and like the rest, he had never seen us duel before.
When he accepted my offer, he told me cockily ‘I will go easy on you, Miss.’ He landed on the ground before he had his second jab. Many other overconfident men had tried me out, only to learn in vain, to not underestimate anybody, male or female.
Many experienced fighters I had fought for an hour or so, until we called it quits. Those were the fights I enjoyed. Though, I can’t say I could help myself from grinning when Bucni landed on his buttocks.
Apparently these men have not had that chance to learn, this will help me later.
We didn’t know much of what happened inside the kingdom structure, or what happened with Peers and Counts. Only once did we ever have one of our men captured, but we were able to slip in and kill the party only a night after.
The group had stumbled across our man hunting in the woods with our insignia on him, and with only one Count and a few Peers they barely caught him. When he didn’t return by midday we had scouts out looking, and one of them spotted the Count’s camp. We had sneaked in and silently slaughtered every enemy, our rescue easy. After that we had foraged the camp for letters, whether it be telling new battle plans, or the next location for meeting. We also searched for any useful tools or provisions.
Considering he was only with them for the night, we didn’t learn much about what happened with their captives. One of the main events that had occurred was that the leader, or somebody fairly high up, would come and try to psych the captive out, scare them into telling anything. I would have to act like a pitiful, meek girl, but one with knowledge, or else they would never keep me.
We had been planning, my brother and I, to send one of us into the castle. This was the reason we were trying to meet up with our related group; we had wanted to discuss tactics and ideas. With a good disguise, we could learn of any plans.
Now, if I made the right moves, this could move me right into the heart of the devil’s den. Then, after I had learned enough for that time, he would come to get me. He would know when, he always did.
If I mess up…I just won’t, this will be perfect in the end
We had a type of sense between us, knowing whether each other were in harm or not, if we were close or near, or if we wanted each other. It was like maternal instinct.
Many times over our years it had helped us find each other, or to help if the other was in pain. Ours was much stronger, being born together and all, even though it was still a blood trait of ours, being…special.
“Sir, I think one of the prisoners is awake,” I told Norlontre.
It was a couple hours later; we had fixed the cart, and finally thrust the reluctant Trinad into the yoke. After marching for a while, one of Milia’s guards who was watching the prisoners approached him saying that he had seen the fair girl’s eyes open suddenly on bumps on the roads. Though at other times she seemed to be sleeping.
Milia called me over, and we went and took a look. When I prodded her on her back with the butt of my dagger she jerked up and hissed at me, then turned away frightened. I had rode up to Norlontre to tell him.
“What do you mean, they should still sleep for another few hours,” He has asked me.
“Come see,” was all I replied.
“Let’s take a break lads!” He called out, and all the men that heard him smiled. Not usually would we stop so often in one day.
When we approached the cart Norlontre made a sharp call, making the guards recede from it. They had been silently pulling at the prisoners’ hair, grabbing a small piece then tugging on it gently. An overly brave man had started to stroke the blonde’s face, and pluck at her ruined dress.
“What do you think you are doing?” I snapped at the men, wiping the smiles off their faces.
“Do not touch them! You know the punishment for anybody who meddles with the King’s prisoners!” Norlontre’s voice was an icy wind, memories floating from it into their minds.
“It was only a little pull at her hair, no harm done,” murmured the ambitious guard.
“It did not seem so, and your fingers would proclaim your words untrue if they could speak, wouldn’t they Horslem?” Norlontre lowered his voice and stepped right up to the guard’s face. “I could disclose this happening to the King’s office. You will have to prove to me that you are man enough to redeem some height, because right now, you are dangerously close to my crossing point. Report to me this evening.”
Horslem mumbled a sheepish, “Yes sir,” and the Leader turned to the other men.
“All of you men will have a look-out duty this night. Think of this as a gracious punishment. Other times I may not be so generous. Now, back away.”
The men scattered farther away, and we stepped up to the cart. Quietly, I took my dagger once more, and tapped the light one on the nervous part of her knee. She gasped as her leg twitched, and pulled it up to her chest. We walked around the other side of the wagon, and watched as her vision switched back and forth between us.
“Speak to us, or we will make you,” Norlontre ordered quietly.
She moaned to herself.
“What is your name?” I asked.
“Wh-who are you?” she asked, her light voce cracking.
“I repeat, what is your name?” I inquired, a small amount of force behind my words.
“My name, I am Fe-Fel-Felicit-ty.”
“Your name is Felicity, correct?” Norlontre inquired.
She muttered an agreement.
“Where do you come from?”
“I-I can’t remember; my head hurts, where are am I? Please, make my head stop hurting!” She moaned loudly.
I glanced as she crumpled into herself, hiding her face beyond a veil of matted golden hair. A large, egg-shaped mound was protruding from the backside of her head.
“Would she lie?” I murmured to Norlontre.
“Judging from the look of her cranium I would assume not. Even if she was, I don’t think it best to ask right now. The information we extract from her can wait until we are in a secure place, with no sneaky listeners.” His eyes motioned to the guards lazing around. “We will stall the questions ‘till later. What do you think?”
“Night time for poppet?”
“You read my mind.”
I had been cursing at myself. My hunger growling from inside me, I had been concentrating on controlling my thoughts. My lack of effort towards ‘being asleep’ started to alert a guard. When he went to talk to a Count, I knew I had to get my story straight.
Mentally considering the throbbing pain coming from my head, I knew I would have a large welt. I could use this in my favor. With a crackly voice, and plenty of moaning I would surpass most detection.
Once again I was too deep in thought, and when a man thumped me in the back, I reacted. I jerked up and hissed, my hunger taking control, and then I realized what I was doing, and flopped back down. Pretending I was exhausted, I prayed he would leave again.
When he came back I would have to be prepared, and act well. Of course I would still be suspected of lying, but if I couldn’t remember much, what use would I be of at the moment? They would have to wait until I was healed to remember anything vital. Being caught so close to the kingdom; I would be inside the walls by the time I had ‘remembered’. Our plan would work out perfectly.
Only problem; I needed to feed. They had fed me nothing. If I didn’t get something soon, my instincts would take control, and I would go berserk.
I heard men walking up again, and I prepared myself for whatever they would do. Only, when they tapped the sensitive point, I couldn’t help gasping. It was a good idea; it would wake me were I asleep, and show me awake if not. I panicked for a moment, but then realized that that would work with my act. Sorting myself out, I waited.
They walked around so I could see them, and I, pretending to be nervous, gazed hurriedly at the two that were there. They started to ask me questions, and I made small responses, mostly groaning. When they asked my name, I stalled them, and found a perfect fake.
“My name, I am Fe-Fel-Felicit-ty,” I groaned out.
After, I acted out horrible head pains, and they started to mutter back and forth. When they finished, they smiled, as if laughing at some joke.
Then, to my surprise, they walked way. One traveled out of my sight, while the other, the one I had hissed at, went to a group of wagons.
After digging around, he picked something up, and walked back. The other man that was there before, who I assumed was a Leader, re-appeared also.
The man with the items, probably a Count, opened the bottle in his hands, and poured some liquid on a cloth. He motioned to somebody behind me, and covered his own mouth with his arm. One of the cart’s guards leaned over the edge of our wagon, and grabbed my shoulder, forcing me upwards.
The Count, who at this I point I mentally named ‘Count Bastardo’, grabbed the back of my head, and covered my mouth and nose with the cloth.
I knew what he was doing; he was trying to anesthetize me so I would slumber until we hit the castle.
There is only one problem with that…Uh oh
I struggled pitifully; I couldn’t really fight, because I was supposed to be dizzy and nauseous. When a normal, hurt person would usually take a breath, I took one, but his fumes didn’t affect me like they would a normal person.
At first, I just sat there breathing, watching the Leader’s expectant eyes. Then, I started giggling.
I couldn’t stop. Soon, gales of laughter left my lungs, and I had flopped back on the floor writhing, but not in pain. In fact, all the pains in my body disappeared. This seemed so funny to me, no hurt!
I choked in air, trying to breathe through all my fits. The men didn’t help, many more had gathered round, and they looked so humorously confused!
I giggled again, “Take that look off your face, silly men, you are so funny!”
The two that had been there in the beginning walked away with a few other men, but even more gathered around our cart, watching me guffaw.
“Come back you boys!” Giggles again. “You don’t know who you are messing with!” Minutes later, I was still giggling, now laughing at how Mary snored away while I had so much fun.
The other men came back, their faces grim.
“Awww what’s with the long faces?” I gasped between words, trying not to burst.
“Somebody pull her out of the cart!” The Leader yelled.
Immediately many hands were on me, all pulling me to and fro.
“Gentle!” I shrieked out, and then laughed again at my boldness.
They all let go at my outburst, and then one man pulled me to his side and over the edge of the cart. I held onto him tightly, my legs weak and in need of support.
Count Bastardo walked up, and I fell into a fit again, the man supporting me taking my whole weight.
“You are so pretty Count Bast…” I giggled off. For the first time I realized how good-looking he was, and how close to my age.
He sighed, and looked to the Leader. Seeing the nod, he turned back to me. His right arm flexed and pulled back, while the man holding me pushed me in front of him, still gripping my shoulders. I realized what the Count was doing just in time to cut off my laughter and momentarily tense my body.
As I closed my eyes and forced my rigid muscles to relax, his fist hit my temple. I crumpled down to the dirt, despite the man’s tries to catch me. Breathing shallow, my vision blurred and went red as my lids closed over the sun. A metallic taste entered my mouth, and I choked. But before I blacked out, I had one thing to say.
“S’not funny guys.”
The samsqwaanch
One day there was Brandon Tyson and Mitch they had to go on a mission and find the dirty samsqwaanch. To find the samsqwaanch they had to go all the way to end of the world. So Sunday afternoon Brandon Tyson and Mitch packed all there stuff to go find the samsqwaanch they flew to Vancouver then they flew to Mexico and they looked for the samsqwaanch but there was no luck so they flew to Florida and no luck there so they decided to fly to Australia and they found samsqwaanch tracks so they kept fowling the tracks then Mitch walked over one of our traps and got his head chopped off Brandon and Tyson laughed for little bit but after they felt sad so they made camp and slept. In the morning they started searching for the samsqwaanch but no luck so they flew to Bangkok and they saw him in the distance so they started chasing him and then Tyson brought out his nifty gun and tried to shot the dirty samsqwaanch in the head but got him in the nuts and then the samsqwaanch saw Tyson with the gun and started chancing him and Tyson gets ripped to shreds Brandon laughs and take his tranquiliser gun and shoots him and then Brandon takes the dirty samsqwaanch and fly’s him back to Prince George Brandon gets millions of dollars and invites all his friends to go to Amsterdam and buys it
One day there was Brandon Tyson and Mitch they had to go on a mission and find the dirty samsqwaanch. To find the samsqwaanch they had to go all the way to end of the world. So Sunday afternoon Brandon Tyson and Mitch packed all there stuff to go find the samsqwaanch they flew to Vancouver then they flew to Mexico and they looked for the samsqwaanch but there was no luck so they flew to Florida and no luck there so they decided to fly to Australia and they found samsqwaanch tracks so they kept fowling the tracks then Mitch walked over one of our traps and got his head chopped off Brandon and Tyson laughed for little bit but after they felt sad so they made camp and slept. In the morning they started searching for the samsqwaanch but no luck so they flew to Bangkok and they saw him in the distance so they started chasing him and then Tyson brought out his nifty gun and tried to shot the dirty samsqwaanch in the head but got him in the nuts and then the samsqwaanch saw Tyson with the gun and started chancing him and Tyson gets ripped to shreds Brandon laughs and take his tranquiliser gun and shoots him and then Brandon takes the dirty samsqwaanch and fly’s him back to Prince George Brandon gets millions of dollars and invites all his friends to go to Amsterdam and buys it
Thomas the Magical Elf
Thomas the Magical Elf
One cloudy rainy day Thomas was out for a leisurely stroll in the neighbourhood. Thomas lived in a village called Elfington; this village was not a normal elf village, it was always rainy, snowy, and cloudy and the weather was always nasty. Thomas was 11 and a half years old, had big pointy ears and blond hair. He also attended Elfington Short, the cities only school where all 556 kids in the whole town attended. When kids in Elfington turned 11, they awaited the day when they turned 11 and three quarters. In Elfington, when you officially turned 11 and three quarters you went to Milton who lived on the far side of town to get your super power.
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“Beep, beep, beep”, that’s how Thomas awoke on April 23. He was tired and he could feel a lump in his throat every time he swallowed and then he could hear his mother yelling from the kitchen below, “Thomas happy 11 and three quarters!” That’s when he suddenly remembered, today was the day that he got to skip school to go see
He could see it now, in between the two big willow trees and on the grassy hill, the rain now raining so swiftly it was pouring down sideways. Thomas was more nervous than ever as he knocked on the big wooden door. It took about 13 seconds for an answer, but then he arrived at the door, short like all the elves, but with a great elderly and superior essence about him. He had a medium length long white beard, round glasses, a long pointy nose, and he was wearing midnight blue robes down to his feet. Thomas got chills up his spine, he had waited all his life to get his special power from
The walls in
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Thomas awoke the next morning slowly opening his eyes, he could feel no pain in any part of his body, and every part felt very much alive. He felt sleepy, but lifted his head up and looked around, he was in a white room, and had multiple numbers of wires attached to his wrists. “Thomas! My goodness am I happy your alright I thought we’d lost you.” Thomas was confused and curious as to what he was doing in the hospital and why he was here, groggily Thomas asked, “What happened?” “Well” replied Thomas’s mom replied, “We aren’t exactly sure what happened, but we think its another case of the 11 and three quarters disease, sometimes if your birthday isn’t soon enough, your body might decide to give you your own special power.” “Lucky for you, you were with
Thomas’s face dropped, he had been told the gift wouldn’t be a good one, but this was unbelievable. “Thomas I know it’s not the best gift, but.” Thomas face went blank, he was thinking, trying to think positive, this could be a good thing and then his face gained a tint of pink, as he thought in his mind, bad thing, bad thing, bad thing! “Oh” Thomas absolutely hated his gift, he was furious. He ripped off the wires on his wrist and let out and angry scream of pain as the wires and needles ripped out of his skin, antibiotics flying everywhere. “Thomas stop! What are you doing?!” Thomas was in a rage of anger and was not happy. He raced around the room knocking things from shelves onto the floor, loud crashes and bangs filled the room. It was about one hour later that Thomas finally settled down back to his normal self. Apparently Thomas was unaware of his strange strength when he got angry, he was like the hulk but Thomas wasn’t green and Thomas was also just a tiny little elf. Thomas was sure that the vision gift would be terrible, but with the great strength he now had he didn’t care as much anymore, the gift he was given would do and he was happy with it. Thomas thanked
Thomas was sitting in the back of his mother’s slow, blue station wagon when his mother suddenly yelled. “FIRE, FIRE!” Thomas started to giggle and then through his giggles managed to get out, “Sorry Mom, just trying out my new special talent.” “Thomas!” his mother shrieked “That is a dangerous thing to do, Thomas you’re as silly as a goat!” After a few short minutes of being home again, Thomas noticed his large need for something too eat so he happily skipped over to the kitchen to make a grilled cheese sandwich, to his disappointment that was no cheese that Thomas liked. Luckily for Thomas with his new super power he could make anything look and taste delicious.
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