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.
“Emily?”
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?
“Emily!”
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.
Friday, March 25, 2011
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!
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!
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
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
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
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
Saturday, December 4, 2010
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
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
Thursday, November 25, 2010
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
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http://vividry-melody.blogspot.com/2010/11/treasures-guest-post-emily.html
Sunday, November 21, 2010
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.
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.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
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/
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/
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