Wednesday, December 7, 2011


Just in case you wanted a change of pace. Please enjoy. P.S. I did not write this story. Watch it here!

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Princess Danielle and the Evil Wizard

Once upon a time there was a drop-dead-gorgeous princess named Danielle and she broke hearts wherever she went. She was ambitions and friendly and knew how to make any situation, no matter what it was, a good time. She made friends with pretty much everyone and didn't really care what people thought of her. She just had fun with who she was and loved everyone and lived life! But then one day an evil wizard entered Danielle's life and put a spell on her! Suddenly Princess Danielle couldn't stop taking standardized tests in PEN!! It was awful! Not only was she supposed to be done with standardized tests but you're supposed to take standardized tests with a #2 pencil! So the sneaky gremlin Emi snuck in and tripped the evil wizard and robbed him for all he was worth! She also tied his shoelaces together. But after poking and pushing on the evil wizard's nose, Gremlin Emi got the evil wizard to reverse his spell and play nice. And Princess Danielle was freed!
The End

This is what happens when I write random things on my friends' facebook walls.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Princess Kim's Korean Drama

Once upon a time, there was a planet full of flying cars. One day, however, a Korean Drama spell was put on the entire planet. All of the cars became people. And Princess Kim was now human. She found herself a prince whose name was Ching-Ching. They were very much in love.
Ching-Ching once told Princess Kim that “from the first day I met you and I looked into your deep, dark brown, doo-doo colored eyes, I knew one thing: I loved you.”
Princess Kim was flustered.
“And I will always love you forever and ever and ever.”
The next day, Ching-Ching came back and told Princess Kim that he didn’t love her anymore and didn’t think she was the one! Princess Kim was shocked and questioned what he had said the day before. He had lied, even though it had only been five minutes. Ching-Ching claimed that things change! And then he bid her goodbye forever. Princess Kim cried.
A week later, Ching-Ching returned! Princess Kim was shocked but happy! She had thought he’d said goodbye forever! But Ching-Ching had lied! He’d forgotten something that he couldn’t live without! Something that he needed in his life and couldn’t believe he’d left behind! He grabbed his slipper off the floor and nuzzled it. He promised to never leave his slipper behind again.
Then he said goodbye forever to Princess Kim again. She cried again.
(Wait, no, somebody has to die.)
“Ching-Ching!” Princess Kim cried as he was shot.
The End.

I take no credit for this story. It is my pathetically lazy Korean-Drama-esque birthday story for Princess Kim that I totally ripped off the plot, name, and even some dialogue from Nigahiga. From this video:

Happy birthday, Kimish! <3 Maybe next time your story won’t be such a rip-off.

Monday, July 11, 2011

Princess Alpie's Favorite Story

This kinda ties in with Princess Alpie's first story which can be found here:
Please read that first and refresh your memory.

Dedication: I would like to first thank Princess Alpie for being so wonderful and always finding me funny, no matter what it is. Second, I would like to thank Princess Chiano for filming my insanity so that I could later recall the tale I told and rework it into Princess Alpie's original tale. Third, I would like to thank Princess Haylie for not only helping me to see the lovelyness of my insanity, but also for her love of "the spork story."

Foreword: "Hey diddle, the cat and the fiddle
The cow jumped over the moon
The little dog laughed to see such a sport
And the dish ran away with the spoon." - Mother Goose (not the Goose Girl, Princess Anidori-Kiladra/Isi)

-I lose cupcakes all the time
-I know they just run away. Just like the dish and the spoon, man
-Haha, spoon-man
-No, the dish ran away with the spoon
-I know, but you said spoon-man
-Well the dish was obviously very pregnant when they left. Except it was the spoon that was a girl because the spoon and the dish ran away and then the spoon had a child but it had fork’s hair. Ok. Fork and spoon. Spork is born. Spoon calls up Fork and says “he has your hair.”

Chapter 1: Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess named Alpinayniya. She was a fair and just ruler who made friends with the she-gremlin and author of her favorite tale, Ay’m. Princess Alpie’s favorite tale was a story about silverware. It was a tragic tale of love found, love lost, treachery, and heartache. This is that tale.

Chapter 2: Once upon a time, in another existence entirely, there stood a kingdom of an unusual sort. Behind the scenes lived the somewhat eccentric queen of sorts, Ay’m. Though the subjects of the kingdom didn’t quite understand that The Most High Ay’m was in control of everything and that their entire existence was a result of her every whim, their stories were written nonetheless.
One day, in the unusual sort of kingdom, there were some cupcakes. But Ay’m lost them! She was distraught at her loss, but marveled at how it paralleled the lives of one of her ladies in waiting. You see, Spoon was The Most High Ay’m’s best friend and favorite ladies maid (not Spoon-Man. Spoon-Man is both male and a superhero, two things that Spoon is not). However, one night after some sporting fiddle music and incredible acrobatic stunts performed by a cow (which were, of course, mocked by Ay’m’s Pomeranian-Poodle mix), Spoon ran away. You see, Spoon had found her true love, Dish the StableMaster, and the only way Spoon and Dish could be together was if they left. The Most High Ay’m was somewhat of a love cynic and would not have approved of the pure and true love that Spoon and Dish shared.
Spoon and Dish left for the deep forests of Syertaon. They built a small cupboard between some birch trees and made quite a cozy home for themselves. The cupboard was a big change for Spoon after sleeping in the Silverware Drawer for her whole life, but she was determined to make it work. However, they hit a bump in the road. Something had gone on in the silverware drawer, though, something that made Dish doubt everything. Spoon had a child. But it clearly had Fork’s hair and none of Dish’s features. Spoon only drove the wedge between them deeper by naming the child Spork instead of Spish or Doon.
Spoon felt that the only right thing to do was to inform Fork of their child. Dish, feeling betrayed, bid his Spoon a treasonous farewell. Spoon and Spork traveled their way back to the palace where Fork was informed of his child. He seemed to take the news better than Dish had. Dish continued to live in the forest of Syertaon, heartbroken and forgotten, while Spoon, Fork, and Spork served their roles as utensils in Ay’m’s kingdom, where The Most High Ay’m got her cynical, tragic-love ending.

Chapter 3: For some reason, Princess Alpie found this story to be fantastic and her favorite. Ay’m still doesn’t quite understand why.
Oh well.

The End.

This story was written for the lovely Princess Alpie's birthday. I promised her a story and she mentioned that a continuation of Princess Alpie and the she-gremlin Ay'm (who is me. Princess Alpie calls me a gremlin) would be acceptable. However, while refreshing my memory of the first story I wrote for Princess Alpie, I couldn't resist writing the tale of love found, love lost, treachery, and heartache.
A note to everyone? I wrote this at 3am after getting two and a half hours of sleep between 6am and 8:30am the day before. There's also a video that kinda ties in but unless you know me personally, you probably will never see it.

Happy birthday, Princess Alpie!!!!

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Bedtime Story from my friend Chelsea M.

This bedtime story comes from a beautiful, blond friend of mine. She is very sweet. She wrote this in pink highlighter.

Bedtime Story <3
Once upon a time there was an adorable princess named Emi. She had always longed for a handsome prince who would kiss her. One day while she was coloring a mythical creature named Chelsea, she peered out her window and saw a handsome prince picking blueberries She opened her window, and asked what his name was. Prince James. It was love at first sight. Before they knew it, they were married and rode off in a sparkly purple carriage eating cucumbers and tomatoes.

The End.

It’s so funny how she includes a few random inside jokes, of sorts. I had a crush on a guy named James in high school. And she and another friend are sometimes called Bob and Larry after VeggieTales (Chelsea is Bob. My dad calls her ChelseaBob). Bob is a tomato and Larry is a cucumber so that’s where that comes from. :)

P.S. The two words that are in bold were actually underlined (but I don't know how to underline on BlogSpot). I don't know (or maybe I just don't remember) why she underlined those words.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Haha, Teaser

I was flipping through an old notebook from high school and found this little snippet I wrote that applied a story that I tentatively named "Morphine."

“The council lies!”
Silence fell on the room. Finally, a truth was out in the open. Jack and I turned to look at Ophelia. Her expression was unreadable. Retort building in her throat, Ophelia opened her mouth.
“But that’s unheard of. They’re the Council. They are the governors of Lethe. They govern us for a reason.”
“You think that way because you believe the lies! You’re falling right into their traps, Ophelia! Soon they’ll have you totally trapped.”
“How could they even do that?”
I looked to Jack and he nodded.
“Check behind your right ear,” I whispered.
Hesitantly her hand moved and began groping behind her ear. Her mouth opened in a gasp and I knew that she’d found the raised bumps in the hollow behind her earlobe.
“What is this,” she managed, her eyes boring into mine, unsure whether to be afraid or furious.
“Their mark,” Jack said. “We’ve all got one. They’re all slightly different though. It’s how the Council brands us and organizes us. They use a series of needles in some pattern to suck out bits and pieces of us, but also to replace bits and pieces of us. When you accept a position on the Council, you submit yourself to nineteen more needles and they rewire you completely.”
Ophelia looked shocked and her hand was still touching her mark. “Why?” Her voice was no more than a whisper.
“Because they’re looking for answers in all the wrong places. And all they end up with are lies.”
“Then what’s the truth?”

I finished reading and flipped the page, looking for the next sentence. But there isn't one. I think I need to go back to writing this story. It's a good one. ;)

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Princess Cardboard

This is a very touching tale and in depth study of how we sometimes fear irrational things; things we have never even come in contact with or, for all we know, don't exist (aliens, for example).

Once upon a time there was a little girl who was deathly afraid of cardboard. Thankfully, it was long before the invention of cardboard and she had little to no idea what it was. However, that didn’t stop her from fearing it somewhere deep in her mind.
The end.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

An Old Proposal (Of Sorts)

I wrote this quite some time ago. Probably 3ish years. I was a delicate, changing creature.
It's a bit different from my bedtime stories but I hope you'll enjoy it in all of it's teenage, crazy, silly, cheesyness.
Here goes.

I heard the door click open.
"Hazel, wake up!" Valery called. "Hazel!"
I stirred lightly from my warm and comfy resting spot on the couch. "Go away," I called. Snuggling back down in my make-shift bed, I sighed, still enjoying the warmth and very much wanting to go back to my dream. It had been something about Ian, hot rocks and I think a cave behind a waterfall. I'm not too great at remembering my dreams.
I had just closed my eyes and gotten comfortable when Val yelled at me again. "Hazel, come on!" She was practically right next to me. The door clicked shut. Odd. That door had to be pushed shut and Val was too close to me to have just shut it.
"Val, who else is here?"
"Aurora, Damian and Brice. We're going to the beach today, remember?"
That woke me up. "What?!" There were four people in my apartment with me asleep on the couch? Crud! "Val! Why didn't you tell me?"
"Well, I tired to," she said, pulling back my blanket. "But you were too insistent on sleeping!"
"When was this plan even decided?"
"It was Damian's idea," Val said.
He popped into my vision. "Sorry. I wanted it to be just us but somehow word got out," he took a moment to glare at his sister, "and once Val decided to come along Brice was right on board and Ash thought volleyball sounded like fun."
"Well, fine. But can you all get out while I get ready?"
Everyone filed out reluctantly except Val.
"What bathing suit are you gunna wear, Hazel? Ooh, are you gunna take a shovel and bucket so you and Damian can build a sand castle? That would be so romantic."
I let Val continue her talking while I dug around in my closet for my swimsuits. There was that cute one-piece. And the electric blue bikini Val had bought me. As I searched, my mind went back to my dream. What had I been wearing in that dream anyway? I thought hard, trying to will my mind to focus on a minute detail that it had come up with. Green. That was it. A deep green bikini that matched Ian's eyes. It had a large leafy pattern on it. Too bad I didn't have that bikini. Ian would have liked that one.
"Hey," I called to Val who was still rambling on about something, maybe Brice. "Help me choose a swimsuit."
"Huh? Oh, sure."
She didn't even seem the slightest bit offended that I'd interrupted her.
"Why don't you wear the one Aurora and I got you?"
"What?" This was news to me. "You and Ash got me a swimsuit?"
"Yeah. She said something about today being special and you'd want to look your best."
Val shrugged but pulled a suit out of her beach bag and handed it to me. It was deep red in color with a tiny, delicate floral pattern stitched in silver thread. The top had a scoop neck gathered in the middle by a silver O but was still a halter and the bottom was plain except for the matching silver O that joined it on the left side. Not nearly as pretty as the one in my dream but still very pretty.
"Do you like it? I helped Aurora pick it out."
"It's beautiful! I love it. Thanks so much."
"Well, go put it on!"
I yanked a white cover-up dress out of the pile I'd made and ran into my bathroom. A few minutes later I walked out, my hair up in a ponytail and my make-up kept to a minimum. I spun around, modeling the suit for Val.
"What do you think?"
"Darling, you look stunning!"
"Thanks! You guys did a great job picking this out!" The top was a bit shorter than I would have liked but it did look fantastic. I quickly threw the white tube top cover-up on over the suit and grabbed my beach bag (that did indeed have some buckets and shovels for making sand castles). "Let's go!"
Twenty minutes later we were all set up t the beach: We had three umbrellas, five towels laid out on the sand and 3 beach bags. Ian and Brice had brought towels but not much else. I sat back on my towel and watched Val, Ash, and Brice make a bee-line for the waves. Val was wearing a white bikini with splashes of all sorts of random colors while Ash was wearing a black one-piece halter with big circles takes out of both sides. There were silver rings at the center in the front and at the bottom of both the side cut-outs. Brice was wearing blue trunks with black stripes down the sides while Ian was wearing brown trunks with white flares with brown leaves on the sides. I turned to him to say something but his muscular back was to me though he was looking over his shoulder and holding a bottle of sunscreen out to me.
"Do you mind?"
"Uhh," I faltered. "Sure."
I shook off my jitters and squeezed some sun block onto my hand and began to rub it into his muscled back. Starting in the middle, I worked my way down his back and found a tiny tattoo on his right hip, just above the waistband of his shorts. It was a small and simple cross.
"How," I stumbled over my own words. "How long have you had this?" I pressed the cross lightly to indicate what I was talking about.
"The cross? I got that on my 18th birthday. Partly because I wanted the tattoo and partly to spite my parents."
"Huh." I smiled. Nice sentiment he had going there.
I finished rubbing the sunscreen into his shoulders before I smacked his back. "Done."
"Thanks." He turned around and smiled. "Want me to do yours?"
"There's not much skin showing. Besides, I need a tan."
I eyed the tattoo on his left pectoral. That one I knew about. The strange oval with 5 beads of color circling inside. Black, red, white, green and gold. I smiled at the meaning of it.
"Hey, wanna build a sand castle?"

I’d had her ring, of course, custom made. The engagement ring was a mass of intricate spires done in fine silver that together looked almost like a hazelnut flower (though flatter) or an artistic, silver sun though it was no larger than dime. The spires tapered down into two separate silver bands at the bottom. A small, round diamond on a simple silver band made up the center of the wedding ring, though the two could be put together and taken apart so that the simple diamond band would be her wedding ring. That is, if she would have me.
The spires were so intricate because I’d requested them that way: I wanted to have the ring made into a key for a music box. The music box maker had been very helpful and willing to try, he’d never tried to make a ring a key. He’d toiled though and finally called me in to show it to me. All I needed now was a song. Smiling, I handed him the sheet music for (Swing Life Away by Rise Against, the song Haze wanted played at her wedding) a lullaby that Ash had written for her. A few days later he called me in and showed me the box, done in silver with many swirls and white and grey gemstone beads of many shades strung on randomly. And, of course, the lock for the ring key. I wound it up, fit the key in, unlocked and listened as tiny plinks sounded out the song. After thanking the man profusely for all his hard work and paying the large sum that could keep Ash in school for well over a semester, I set off to my trip to the beach with Haze, Ash and Val.
With the extra key the box-maker had given me, I unlocked the box and set it down to play on the beach towel while Hazel, with her back turned, applied sun block. Hearing the (familiar) tune, she turned. Mouth open, ready to ask a question, no doubt, Hazel was a girl with an agenda when she saw the box. Stunned into silence, she looked from my laying body to the box and back again. “This is (my favorite song) beautiful,” she finally whispered softly, not wanting to disrupt the tune.
“I know.”
“And the box,” she still whispered. “It’s so beautiful.”
Haze waited and listened as the song continued to plink itself out, eyes fixed on the box the entire time. When the song ended, Haze had another question ready. “Is this for me? The date, the song… Did you do all this for me?”
I knew she was only talking about the situation, too modest to voice her burning curiosity about the box’s intended owner. Still, I had to make her say it. “Yes. Though Ash, Val and Brice tagging along wasn’t part of the original plan. But yes, this whole outing is all for you.”
She apparently had to know, modest or not. “And the music box?”
I sat up and stared into her eyes, causing her to sit back a bit in an attempt to avoid the intensity. “Yours. On one condition.”
Always cautious, Haze had more questions ready instead of agreeing unconditionally as I knew she would. “What?”
“Marry me,” I whispered, adverting my eyes, finally shying back myself.
Hazel’s jaw dropped and, like the intruders they were, Ash and Val ran up and dropped themselves onto two of the five towels, Brice not far behind.
“The waves,” Ash panted “are awesome.”
“Fan-tastic,” Val agreed, the single word sounding more like two.
Brice smilingly observed the scene.
Hazel’s mouth remained open and her eyes stayed fixed on the music box and the ring in my hand.
My head whipped around to catch Ash’s eyes and strongly direct her away. She finally got it and started to suggest that we leave but not before Val could get a word in edgewise.
“Hey, why does Ian have a silver hazelnut flower?”
Everyone was silent. I hadn’t been sure that anyone would be able to tell what my inspiration had been for the ring design. I guess Val did her botany homework.
“It’s a hazelnut flower” Haze half asked, half stated as if she had to get used to the idea and saying it out loud would help.
My attention immediately turned back to Haze, afraid to throw the delicate situation off balance. I was also very afraid of hurting her in any way. “Yes,” I answered, ignoring Val’s question (them both quietly).
“But Hazel always hates it when I buy her hazel-anything.”
Ash, as if reading my mind, punched Val in the arm. I bit back a smile.
“The sentiment of this one is a bit more sever, Val,” Hazel whispered, still in awe.
Full attention on Haze, I opened my mouth to apologize and attempt to make amends for my brash proposal. However, Valery, who obviously had a death wish or something today, opened her mouth again.
“What could be more sentimental than a Christmas-Birthday present?”
“He just proposed,” Ash whispered harshly in Val’s ear.
“Maybe we should leave them alone for a bit,” Brice spoke up. Bless his soul. He was probably the only one who could drag Val away from her best friend receiving a wedding proposal.
They walked away and Haze’s eyes had still yet to leave the box and ring. “Haze,” I put the ring away and put my face in her line of sight. “Haze, please say something. Say you hate me or that you want me to leave the music box and walk away myself. Just say something.”
“Why,” Haze swallowed back her whisper before finishing her sentence. “Why on earth would I say something like that to you?” Her eyes looked deep into mine with an intensity that made me feel completely known to her. “Why on earth would I tell you off when you have just done something so sweet and so thoughtful for me?”
I couldn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to feel.
“I’d say yes even without the music box. Even without this whole event planned for me. It means a lot, yes. But it doesn’t mean more than you.” Hazel said. “It couldn’t mean more than you. The only thing I’m wondering is ‘why me,’ and ‘do you really mean it.’ (But for the one question, I have one answer.)”
I looked at Hazel shocked myself. I wanted to say something but there weren’t words. Instead, I hugged her. Hugged her tight and hugged her close. “You, Hazel Lynn Albred, are beautiful and strong and warm and accepting and so many other things that I can’t name because there aren’t names for them and that is why you. And of course I mean it. I wouldn’t be here asking you if I didn’t. There is no joke crueler and I would hope that I would never be so cruel as to play it on anyone, especially not you. Haze, I want to cheese-ily and clichĂ©-ily spend the rest of my life with you. And there are no other words to express that desire.”
“Then yes,” she answered my question. “Of course I’ll marry you.”
I was sure she had said the second sentence just to say it and hear the words out loud but it didn’t matter. I was engaged to a beautiful girl and it had gone no where near as planned but wonderful all the same. She held out her left hand and I finally took off the ring that I had accidentally run away with what seemed like so long ago and replaced it with the silver spires of Hazel’s engagement ring. I leaned over to hug her once more, deftly shutting the music box while I did so.
“You’re music box,” I presented it to her, pulling away. “My fiancĂ©.”
Smiling, she also covered a blush while taking it from my hands. After fiddling with it for a few moments, she finally asked me, frustrated how on earth she was supposed to open it (the darn thing). I took her hand and knowingly slipped the ring into the key-hole, twisted slightly and it popped open. Haze gasped.
“You,” she accused “went through all the trouble, time, and money to get a music box that this ring would open?”
I guess she wasn’t quite used to the idea of the ring being hers.
“Of course. But it was worth it.” I smirked and watched her. “This, your reaction, is priceless.”
She reached over and hit my shoulder playfully. “You jerk!”
I reacted the only way I could. Rising, I nudged her knee with my foot and raced off towards the others in the splashing waves, Haze not far behind.

… And then Haze gets a terrible sunburn. : P !!!!!

Friday, March 25, 2011

It's A Garden Gnome World

I recently (this morning) remembered that I was often required to write stories for school. So I will be uploading some soon.
This one I wrote in December of 2006, my freshman year in high school. The assignment was to write about a metamorphosis.
Please enjoy.

When I woke up from unsettling dreams, I found that I had turned into a gnome. I could first tell what my body had become from my immense and unrational fear of myself. I rolled over to face the window only to see big fat raindrops rolling down the smudged glass. After rolling back to my original lying position – which was quite unusual due to my new shortness – it really hit me. I was a gnome. I was no more than one and a half feet tall, including the pointy red hat that accounted for one third of my height. I fought back a scream. What would my parents do when they found a gnome in my bed? Would my brother smash me into tiny pieces? Would I be forever cursed to stand in the front lawn through rain, snow and sunshine?
A loud knock shocked me out of my dreams. “Emily,” the cry from my mother came. “Emily? Emily, wake up!”
I sighed. The last think I needed was to think about how she would react and how I could get away.
The cry came again accompanied by the opening of a door.
“Emily, are you even awake?”
“Mom,” I shouted, “I’m fine! Close the door!”
“Okay, but you have twenty minutes to get downstairs!”
“Alright mom! I’ll be there!”
I rolled back over to face the window once again and watched for what seem hours of rain rolling down the glass. The rain is just so peaceful. It falls for so long, pulling some pollution and other foul smelling substances out of the air leaving a fresh clean scent. The rain made me think about my new form, about what I was still capable of doing and what I wasn’t. I realized that my voice had not changed a bit from the transformation I had undergone. Well, there was one thing on my side. I had my voice, but how could that help me? I could try and convince my mom that I was sick but she would be too suspicious since I had already talked to her and sounded perfectly normal. I could obviously move my new body, it realized, from the absent-minded rolling over that I had done but what else was here to help me?
It was my dad this time.
“We leave in fifteen!”
“Okay,” I called back, not wanting him to become suspicious.
Now what? My mom would be gone in about two minutes to take my older brother to school and she was more forgiving than my dad was. Mentally calculating in my head the time it would take me to get out of my current state and then down the stairs and then convincing my parents that this was actually and truly me, I wouldn’t even be downstairs before my mom left. Well, I supposed I’d have to start somewhere. The best thing – more like the only thing – to do was to go downstairs and somehow try and convince my dad that I was indeed Emily. A lot easier said than done.
My dad looked skeptically at me and wondered aloud where the gnome had come from once I had gotton down the stairs. He was about to pick me up when I said the only thing that I could think of; “It’s me, Dad.”
He nearly fainted. The possessed gnome standing in the hallway talked. Preposterous! He was going to talk to his doctor about hallucinating next time he went in.
“Dad,” I startled him out of his thoughts. “Dad, I’m no hallucination. Look in my bed if you want. Even so, how do you explain the gnome talking to you?”
As he walked away I swear I heard him mumble “That’s what I’m worried about.”
After being thoroughly convinced that I was indeed his daughter he asked me what I was going to do; if I was going to go to school or stay home. My answer came quick.
“I’m going to school! How else am I going to tell this story to my friends and have them believe me?”
My dad seemed to laugh. “You sure are strange,” he said.
“So I’ve heard, Dad. So I’ve heard.”
At school, only my friends believed me and my story but all of my teachers wouldn’t be ‘fooled’ and after the painful and long process of explaining to them who and what I was, the day was quite fun. The once-in-a-life opportunity was taken advantage of as my friends took many pictures and videos on their phones. If nothing else, this was to be a day to remember and I might need a little convincing. Though, throughout the day, despite the fact that I was lugged around by my best friend, I learned that there was nothing scary about gnomes. True, they may be strange but that was no reason to be scared of them.
I went home, ate dinner, did homework just as I did almost every day. My little body seemed to make no difference, everyone pitched in to help me. Everything seemed normal despite the phantasmagorical events that passed.
I awoke the next morning to find myself human again. The pictures were enough to convince me of the previous day. It was not until a few months later that I had awoken from returning unsettling dreams to find myself as a suit of armor that I began to think that I needed mental help. The memories of the last transformation came back. I did not think about mental help. No, I only said “Not again!”
The End.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Princess Alpie and Ay'm

Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess named Alpinayniya. She had beautiful wavy hair that was iconized throughout the kingdom. Princess Alpinayniya, or Princess Alpie as her friends called her, was fascinated by the written word. Hours were spent pouring over tome after tome and the palace library was one of her favorite places.
One day, Princess Alpie discovered a story about silverware. It was a tragic tale of love found, love lost, treachery and heartache. Princess Alpie LOVED it. Soon after this tale was well known as the princess’s favorite and an invitation to meet the author found its way to the princess.
Thrilled with the opportunity, Princess Alpie jumped on the idea and set off to see this author. She traveled days with a few friends and plentiful provisions in tow. They traveled through forest and grasslands, through rivers and almost down a tree (but that is another story entirely). Then they finally made it to the author’s location.
Princess Alpie found herself staring at a squat little sprawling manor that wove its way into and out of the little hills it was in. She rapped thrice at the door. A few seconds later a squished little furry sort of fellow poked its head out. Upon recognizing Princess Alpie, it bowed. The creature introduced itself as Ay’m the she-gremlin and weaver of the princess’s treasured tale. Princess Alpie and Ay’m talked the evening away until night fell and the group spent the night in Ay’m’s sprawling, and highly technological, adobe.
But when they awoke, the princess’s carriage had been dismantled! The blame turned to Ay’m as gremlins are known for dismantling things. Ay’m fervently protested, claiming that she didn’t touch the carriage. While the horsemen and palace guards went to work putting the carriage back together, Princess Alpie and Ay’m searched for the evildoer.
Two days later, the carriage was restored to its glory and Princess Alpie and Ay’m had located the culprit! It had been S’ule, a gremlin who had watched the Princess’s caravan pass and couldn’t resist the opportunity to dismantle a palace coaches. With Ay’m’s name cleared, Princess Alpie and her friends warmly invited Ay’m to the palace to spend time with them.
Ay’m graciously declined but promised that she would visit soon. Princess Alpie promised to hold Ay’m to her promise and the two tearily departed ways, clinging to the promise that they would soon be reunited.
The End.

And you can be happy with the promise that this will almost certainly have a sequel!