Princess Danielle and the Ocelot

Once upon a time there was a very ambitious princess. Her name was Danielle. Princess Danielle took many classes from her private tutors and worked very hard to do well in her studies. She also captained the kingdom’s enthusiasm dance group and worked in the palace kitchen making delicious coffees and other tasty beverages. All while having to deal with the numerous princes trying to court her and finding time to spend with her best friends, Princess Danae, Princess Chelsea, Princess Summer, Princess Liz, and best of all Princess Emi. As you can see, Princess Danielle was very busy!
Often Princess Danielle was found bustling from activity to activity; always busy. She would lay all her school books out on her bed and study until, frequently, she fell asleep in the middle of them. She ran from some activities to others, just to save time. It was getting out of hand. But Princess Emi, the eldest though not exactly the wisest of Princess Danielle’s princess friends, had a plan.
When the perfect opportunity arose, Princess Emi came bursting through the palace doors yelling for Princess Danielle and the palace medics. When Princess Emi had medics and Princess Danielle in tow, she bolted for the edges of the palace garden. Once there, the emergency was clear. A young ocelot lay wounded at the edge of a fountain. Princess Danielle took on the responsibility that Princess Emi knew she would. She arranged for the ocelot to be bandaged up and given a bed next to her own so that she could oversee the healing process.
Though time seemed to pass slowly, Princess Danielle was busier than ever. She studied, worked, danced, hung out, and somehow found time to play with the healing ocelot. Gradually, Princess Danielle began to fray. All the activities were wearing her out. Princess Emi was saddened by this rough, but crucial step in her plan.
One day, she cracked.
Princess Danielle uncharacteristically slammed glasses on the table, threw her books and blew off her friends. She locked herself in her room and fell onto her bed, too angry and exhausted to care about anything. The startlingly silver ocelot that had been named Tinsel jumped up next to her and meowed. Too tired to move, Danielle let Tinsel lay down with her.
Two hours later, Princess Danielle woke from her nap. Tinsel hadn’t moved. There was food and water sitting on the bedside table and Danielle decided she wasn’t so exhausted that she wouldn’t eat. She decided to share the meal with Tinsel. They munched in silence. When they finished, Princess Danielle pulled a ribbon out of her now-messy hair. Tinsel pounced on the trailing end. Amused, Princess Danielle and Tinsel played with the ribbon for quite some time.
“You know, Tinsel, I think I could learn a lesson or two from you.” Princess Danielle had taken a nap, neglected her studies, ate, and played with childish abandon. “I think you taught me that everything is good in (I forget what word should go here so I’ll use this one till I remember the right one) portion moderation. Some school is good but overloading isn’t. Friends are fantastic, but not all the time. Work is fun but it can’t be my life. Thank you, Tinsel.”
Princess Danielle and Tinsel left the princess’s bedroom and fell back in with palace life routine though Tinsel made sure to keep Princess Danielle in check.
And that is the story of how Princess Emi planned to change her friend though she didn’t know quite how well it would work.
The End.

This is for my dearest, bestest Friend Danielle who is a princess to me, if not everyone. She is very driven and taking 6 classes this year in high school all of which are honors or AP. She works at a coffee shop and is Cheer Captian. She has a boyfriend named Mich and is quite popular. I don't know how she finds enough hours in the day and I (semi)firmly believe that taking it down a notch would be just fine and beneficial for her.
Most all of the things in this story are true. She is friends with all those people and her brother just got a cat named Tinsel. She also had surgery.
Though... She hasn't learned to take time off quite yet. I'm hoping this story will help.
Oh! If you want a picture of a silver ocelot kitty that I imagine this Tinsel in the story would look like, there's one here -> http://media.photobucket.com/image/silver%20ocelot%20cat/missymotus/freewebs%2520-%2520breeding/Malika-1.jpg
Well. Dearest Danielle, here is your birthday story almost a full month late. But! I hope that it serves you well, teaches you a lesson, and, most importantly, makes you smile.
Love you lots, Danielly-smelly! <3
-Em

Magical Moose

This story is one of two written by my "little brother" for me when I went to visit him in Washington. I plan on posting both of them.

Once upon a time, there was a magical moose named Lars Honeytoast. He hand Magic Powers. He could turn into a red pillow, or he could turn into a sneaker. One day, he went to see his moose buddy Frenchie Vonrickter. They went and blew toothbrush shaped bubbles at the park., Then they both started to get hungry, and walking home would take far too long. SO they decided too eat one of Frenchies chocolate shoes (every cool moose has them). Once they finished devouring his shoe, they realized something. Frenchie now only had three shoes! How would they get home? Our brave Hero Lars said "I shall carry you home!" So he did just that. When they got back to Frenchie's house, Lars was far too tired to walk home. SO they asked their parents if it was okay for Lars to stay the night. Mrs. Vonrickter said "it's fine by me, but we don't have any pillows." "Some rats ate them today," finished her husband. This was fine with them. SO they decided to lay on each other.
Moral of the story?
Mooses forget they have magical powers.

I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did! I need to be writing a birthday story for my BFF Danielle. So look for that in the next week or so.
<3 Emi

I Guest Blogged!

The lovely and famous Rachel (some of you may remember her from Princess Anne Goes Missing) let me do a guest post on her blog (it's about my hair - I'm NOT kidding. But it is pretty legit). Check out a bit more of a serious side to me along with some pretty deep posts by the popular Rachel herself. :)
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http://vividry-melody.blogspot.com/2010/11/treasures-guest-post-emily.html

Princess Haylie and the Sea Shells

Once upon a time there was a princess named Haylie. But Princess Haylie was very shy so she spent her time roaming the beaches searching for seashells. Her kingdom, Anaidna, was located on a beach. They fished and exported salt and jewelry made from the plentiful shells. But Princess Haylie turned the shells she collected into her friends. She took them skiing, hang gliding, and fed them raisins. They had a grand old time. But one day, Princess Haylie found a shell that was far prettier than the rest of her collection, she decided it was a boy shell and made it the prince of her shell-friends.
Over time, this prince shell became her favorite. One day, it spoke to her. It said "Hello, you are very kind. Please help me."
Princess Haylie promptly fainted, When she came around, the prince shell was more cautious when he spoke again. "Hello. Don't be alarmed. I am Prince Carlos. You are very kind to have saved me."
Princess Haylie was curious but cautious when she replied "what are you? Why can you talk?"
"I am actually a prince turned into a seashell by an evil warlock in my mountain kingdom of Odarloc. The warlock, Mortimer, wanted me to be never heard from again though he was mystically forbidden from killing me. Your kindness has given me the strength to speak again."
Princess Haylie and Prince Carlos continued to speak and they became true friends. Princess Haylie one day asked what she could do to go about restoring Princes Carlos to his human form.
"The spell can only be broken by bathing me in Apple Cider and obtaining a Sherpa Hood before seeking out Mortimer."
"Well, what do you do with the Sherpa hood?"
"I'm not sure," Prince Carlos replied, confused.
"Well, we should get going, then."
Princess Haylie went and asked the castle chef for a glass of warm Apple Cider. while the chef prepared that, Princess Haylie went to the tailor in residence what he knew and could do about a Sherpa hood. The tailor, though befuddled as to the reason the princess would need such a thing, he agreed to make one for her. Princess Haylie took the cider to Prince Carlos and let him bathe. Then, when the tailor brought the Sherpa hood, the two sneaked out of the castle to the stables where they mounted Princess Haylie's magical pony extraordinaire, Jinxie.
After many hours of riding, they had made their way to Mortimer's tower. They knocked tentatively.
“Who dares disturb my enjoyment of roasted marshmallows?” a voice boomed from inside.
Princess Haylie gulped. “Are you sure this is the only way, Prince Carlos?”
“I’m afraid it is, Princess Haylie.”
And so they answered Mortimer. He quickly let them inside.
“How do I break this curse,” Prince Carlos asked.
“I don’t know,” Mortimer said.
Princess Haylie cried. “I love him! But I can’t very well tell my parents that I’m in love with a shell!”
Prince Carlos was dumbstruck.
Mortimer was baffled. “You love this sorry excuse for a prince?”
“With all my heart.”
“They I’ll tell you what you need to know. The curse can’t be broken. Not until the moon is full while a chicken coats popcorn in soggy leaf paste.”
“I don’t believe you,” Princess Haylie cried. “Change him back!” She picked up a candle off the floor and held it to Mortimer’s chest.
“Alright, alright! Just put him on the table.”
Princess Haylie set Prince Carlos down on the table and Mortimer arranged some hairs, lint, cheesy chips and rasins around him. “Jabbaloo kiggup sniveralak,” Mortimer chanted. “Reegerv Malaga reconstituted noodle!”
And suddenly Prince Carlos was covered in a swirling green mist. After Princess Haylie cried out and fanned most of the mist away, a very handsome human Prince Carlos was left in place of the personified shell. They threatened to dip Mortimer in a vat of boiling ketchup if he ever used magic in a bad way again. Then they left. Prince Carlos proposed, Princess Haylie accepted and they lived happily ever after.

Princess Anne Goes Missing

This was written while sitting in Anne's and Rachel's dorm room. ... Yeah. My mind is a strange place.

P.S. I have another story with Princess Anne and Princess Rachel (and Princess Emi) in the works!


Once upon a time, there was a kingdom called Onaip. In Onaip. there lived two beautiful princesses named Anne and Rachel, though Anne was sometimes called Bean and Rachel liked Goat Yogurt. One day, Princess Anne went missing! Princess Rachel was frantic though she suppressed her feelings and did Humanities homework instedd (yes. I did spell it wrong originally and I am decidding to keep it that way. ;)). Princess Emi, from the neighboring kingdom of Supytalp came to Onaip to aide Princess Rachel in her search for Princess Anne. However, the two got distracted and went to dinner. But when they returned, there was Princess Anne! And they all lived/blogged happily ever after.
The End.


If the character of Princess Rachel intrigues you, you can creep/stalk her at http://vividry-melody.blogspot.com/

Princess Gini and the Gummy Bears

This was written for a dear friend's 19th birthday. I do hope that she enjoys it! I wrote this all in one sitting (quite rare) and probably in under 15 minutes (rarer still). So. 1:30am does good things for my brain, I guess.
Enjoy!


Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess named Gini who lived in the grandest of kingdoms accurately named Grandeststand. She had long blonde hair and soft green eyes and she loved to write. One day, in her favorite garden, Princess Gini entertained herself by blowing bubbles. Her favorite way to blow them was to take the biggest bubble wand, dip it in then twirl around and watch the bubbles surround her. However, Princess Gini wasn’t alone. A gummy bear was watching her! When Princess Gini realized this, she called the gummy bear out of hiding. He introduced himself as Grrfurl. They blew bubbles together.
After a few weeks of friendship, Grrfurl shared with Princess Gini why he was in her garden. He explained that he had run away from home because his land, Spoonwarts, was being terrorized by people who ate gummy bears! Outraged by this horror, Princess Gini set out on her horse, Willow, with Grrfurl to reclaim Spoonwarts for the gummy bears.
The trek was long and the hills were mediocre, but somehow Princess Gini found the courage to keep going. When the dynamic duo finally made it to Spoonwarts, Princess Gini was appalled at what she saw. What Grrfurl told her was true! People WERE eating Grrfurl’s people! Princess Gini pulled out her bubbles and began to capture the villainous fiends inside of shiny, spherical prisons. The leader was singled out and Princess Gini began her plan for reform.
But when Princess Gini first saw the leader, she swooned so fiercely she almost fell over! He was atrociously handsome! After overcoming her mysterious attraction to the brute, she began small talk to get things rolling. She introduced herself and learned that he was Prince Haree, the only heir to Santabelly, the kingdom neighboring her own. She reasoned with the leader day and night but couldn’t seem to get him to understand.
Finally, on the third day, she got through to him. She explained that while, yes, gummy bears can be eaten, that doesn’t mean that they don’t have lives and wives and loves and fun all their own! Prince Haree finally understood. He agreed to stop the ruthless genocide of the gummy bears and promised to never harm Spoonwarts again.
Prince Haree was freed and Grrfurl decided to stay with his people. So Princess Gini headed home. However, Prince Haree was headed the same way. And, DUH, they decided to travel together. On their long, mediocre-hill filled trek home, Prince Haree decided that Princess Gini was beautiful, had nice eyes, a good laugh and made some pretty awesome cheese-covered bagles. So he asked her to marry him.
Overcome with feelings of fluff and flaph, Princess Gini agreed on one term: Prince Haree must promise to only wear black and green socks. And he must buy her a ring that looked like a tiara. Because they’re pretty much awesome.
The wedding took place within at least a year. And then they lived happily ever after in their combined kingdom of Santastand. Or maybe Grandestbelly. Whichever.
The End.

Dear Nicky-Nick

Written for a good friend's 18th birthday.


It was a dark and stormy night… It a TV studio! The actors were on set doing a run-through. Not actually filming. The step just before filming. Exciting, right? Not really. Anyway. The story was about a plumber, an intimidating college professor, a queen and a moral fence. Even the writer wasn’t exactly sure how it was going to work out. But that’s okay. He just kept munching his foreign celery. It was kind of an obsession of his. Korean celery, African celery, he just loved celery! Though his current favorite was Russian celery. Anyway.
“AAH!” screamed the actor playing the plumber.
“AAH!” screamed the actor playing the queen.
You see, they were watching a scary movie late at night. They were the best of friends. Yup. The plumber and the queen. It was an odd friendship, the writer admitted. But. They were introduced by an intimidating college professor who knew that both of them were on the same moral fence: are hamburgers delicious? However, this dark and stormy night, there was conflict.
“Foie gras is better!” the plumber cried.
“No! Ground beef is where it’s at!” the queen insisted.
They were totally off book now. So the writer and the director and the other people left the TV set and went home. The plumber and queen continued to argue…
And then the author scrapped the idea and started over.
It was a dark and stormy night… When two psychos were somehow friends. You see, they had been friends ever since they were unborn. Their moms met in childbirth classes. There were something you could call fetus friends. Anyway. They grew to be friends even after they were born! They went putt putting and swimming at McDonalds (don’t ask me how) and they even went to school together. But one day, they decided to do something cool. No. They decided to do something COOLER than cool. They wanted to LIVE in a VIDEO GAME. It was the ultimate dream. The man-psycho, Nick, wanted to live in Aion. And the lady-psycho, Emi, thought it would be kinda cool to live in Hyrule. So they set off to do the impossible.
They searched for years. They turned five, then ten, then fifteen. And that year they discovered a glitch! They could enter the world of RUNESCAPE. Excited and thrilled, the two transported via rune magic (“Senventior Disthine Molenko!”) to Lumbridge. From there, they branched out, acquired rune pickaxes and began to mine the ore they would need to build their machine. After mining and smelting and smithing and all, they finally had what they needed. They could build their machine.
With a little more rune magic and a talisman, they constructed their machine. It was great, it was grand! And hopefully, it would work. But it didn’t look like a telephone booth.
And then they had a spat.
But then the just sorta became friends again. Which was kinda odd. But good.
Their machine wasn’t mentioned, though. They would stay up late watching movies and trying to teach penguins to fly. And discussing “I don’t even game” games. It was quite interesting. But then they got close to turning 18. And their dream still hadn’t died. They began to plot and toil on their machine again. They didn’t go back to Runescape for more supplies, though. Just for a bit of fun, now and then. They had gotten pretty beast in that world and it wasn’t that much fun anymore.
Anyway.
They worked randomly discussing mac’n’cheese pizzas, how not to get killed in Aion and why what you wear in these games seems so important. And finally, their work paid off. Their fabulous machine was built and functional! It could teleport them into video games! Nick and Emi tried it out and were adventurous and beast at the games they played!
And then the machine got packed away because they were both going to college.
But they made a promise to not forget the fun adventures and the beast-ness that they shared. Because, oddly, they were friends. And that was pretty darn magical itself. More magical than a video game machine or mac’n’cheese pizza. And mac’n’cheese pizza… Well. That’s pretty magical.
The end.