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| Fantasy | HI! I and two of my friends decided that we would like to write a story. We have not gotten very far, but we wanted to know what other people thought! Please read it, and we hope you enjoy what we have so far. Please excuse any mild confusions that might pop up in the course of the reading. We hope you like it! Here it is! | ||||||||||||||||
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"Freak!" their cries followed her as she crashed through the underbrush. Her cheeks burned with anger and humiliation, but what could she do?! They had powers and she... well, that was the problem. Take school for instance--she didn't even have the powers to boil water! She had tried fighting last week, and ended up suspended up side down in a tree, her clothes ripped and an angry bruise forming in an embarrassing place. The only thing she could do was run and fantasize about horrible things to do to her tormentors-her thoughts ended abruptly as she tripped over a rock and landed in a puddle of mud. Meanwhile, another girl was feeling sorry for herself. Kay turned away from the school and started for the stream, only a few minutes away. The trials of the day slowly faded out of her mind as she steadily walked to meet her two and only friends, Stella and Pyrene. She thought of all the problems that seemed to surround her. The kids at school were being awful. "I only wish I were invisible" Kay thought, "Maybe then they would leave me alone." She stopped her musing as she heard rustling among the bushes. "Kay!" a voice broke the silence of the woods. "Wait up!" She turned to see Stella gracefully strolling towards her. Stella paused to untangle her long white dress from a nearby bush and ran up to her. "Hey," Stella said cheerfully as she joined Kay, "is Pyrene late again?" "Knowing Pyrene, can anyone doubt it?" Kay laughed. Stella seemed unusually happy for the end of a school day. Her long, shiny black hair gleamed in the sunlight and her pearly green cat's eyes were sparkling. They sauntered through the woods toward their usual meeting place. "You seem cheerful for a school day," Kay inquired curiously. Stella started to reply but interrupted herself. The two had rounded a bend just in time to hear Pyrene mutter "Stupid rock!" as she tried to pull herself out of a mud puddle. Her slightly plump frame was covered with mud and her brown hair was full of sticks and leaves. Kay and Stella stared at the scene and began to giggle. Pyrene glared indignantly at the pair, but couldn't help herself; she started to giggle, too. Her friends tried to help her out, but gave it up as none of them could stop laughing long enough to do any good. When they eventually stopped, Pyrene was pulled out and began to look around and assess the damage. Pyrene was muddy and wet, her friends less so. Her green, floaty dress had a long rip in it, and twigs were tangled in the delicate garment. She took the outer layer off gingerly, wincing when her cut hands brushed against the fabric. "Anybody have anything for these?" she asked hopefully, pointing to the scrapes on her palms."No," said Stella.Pyrene hadn't thought so, but it never hurt to ask.. After washing her hands in the stream, she wiped them on the torn pieces of the already ruined outer dress. Then she ran her fingers through her hair, picking out the stuff, and grimacing as she yanked on the snarls. Her friends, already having cleaned off the little mud they had on their hands, sat back and talked. After she felt sufficiently unfilthy, Pyrene joined in their conversation. "Has anyone else ever noticed that we are kind of odd? At least compared to everyone else." Pyrene asked. "Odd how?" said Kay who had taken offense at being called 'odd'. "We're not weird. We have different appearances but nothing abnormal. Actually, we're kind of plain compared to the rest of the world. And what else about us is odd?" She seemed a little uneasy having said that but she didn't want to take it back. "Well..." Kay started again, "maybe not. At first glance we do look normal but did you ever notice anything unusual about us?" She spoke timidly as if she didn't know how they would respond. "Take our eyes for one thing. Stella's eyes are green, but they have these strange gold flecks in them. Don't take it wrong, Stella, but your eyes remind me of a cat's." Pyrene jumped in, "Not just her eyes. She looks precisely like a cat. The eyes, the black hair, the graceful walk... It's hardly fair!" Stella wasn't sure what to say. She knew she looked like a cat and she liked it but she didn't know if she wanted to tell her two friends that or not. She finally said, "There's some thing different about each of us. "Pyrene, you remind me so much of those fiery dragons we've seen. You are fiery in a way, too." "A dragon?" Pyrene asked, then she burst out with, "Well, I guess I can accept that. Wouldn't it be amazing if we could see a true dragon? One with wings and blows real fire!" Stella and Kay looked at each other and they both smiled. Pyrene was a bag of emotions, always changing. Stella slowly said" I never wanted to say this, but Pyrene, you have the weirdest hair I've ever seen. It looks normal at first- long, brown, and curly but it has this neon green shine to it! "I noticed that too!" Said Kay who sounded surprised. "Plus her eyes are green, not pearly green like Stella's but a dark green that almost looks..." she searched for the right word but couldn't find it. "They look like they could belong to a dragon!" Pyrene gloated in the attention for a moment or tow, then, so her friends wouldn't think she was showing off, she said, "What about Kay?" "What about me?" Kay said then, almost sharply which startled her friends. Pyrene slowly said, "You have this long, wavy, whitish- blonde hair that could almost be a horse's mane or something." Kay didn't like being called a horse. "I don't think I look like a horse at all! Horses are skittish and not very smart." She lied when she said that, she knew very well that horses were smart but she still didn't like being called one. Some times she felt that not even her friends could understand her. It's very infuriating, she thought. Also, she admitted unhappily, a little lonely too. Stella looked for something to say which would even the mood. "More like a... UNICORN!" That's it, she realized. Kay looks like a unicorn! Kay smiled apologetically at her friends for being so disagreeable then said reassuringly; "Unicorns are beautiful. It would be wonderful to see one some time. Plus they're suppose to have healing powers." They were so into the realization of what they really looked like that they were hardly walking at all any more. They all jumped when Aretha, the old woman they lived with, called out to them. "Hurry up, you three! It's already 4 o'clock for goodness sake!" They realized they had already passed the woods and entered the village while they were talking. | |||||||||||||||||
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| More fantasy! |
Grandmother Aretha had been very busy lately. For some reason the community seemed more than a little irritable. People fought over nothing. The normally peaceful village was full of tension, and fights were erupting everywhere. Even at the village school, the added tension was shown by the children with increased bullying. The problem had started about a week ago, accompanied by strange storms and violent winds that were very out of season. Also there was this foul gray fog that filled the valley every morning. Aretha sighed as she walked slowly through the tiny village. The next day as Irene walked to school, she scanned the groups of kids for her friends. The yard was unusually quiet, full of mutters and angry looks. She was shocked to see a few kids, who were well known for being close friends, in the middle of a fight. Other kids gathered around to see what would happen. It took teachers a little bit of work to break them all apart. This lasted all day, and by the time class broke for lunch, Irene was surprised to realize how tense everyone was. She felt like she was waiting far a dam to break, and she said so. "I agree," Kay said. "I wish I knew why everyone is so unhappy. Maybe we can help somehow." "I doubt it," said Irene sadly. "No one ever listens to us. Anyway, I don't think anyone even knows how this started. I asked Grandma, yesterday, and she said that it seems to her that this has just sprung out of thin air. And it's happening everywhere." Kay said, "Do either of you ever get the feeling that something big is going on? Everyone is so wound up and no one really knows why!" "I'm surprised nothing has happened already," Stella agreed, "even the teachers are acting funny." " It feels like we are going downhill with nothing to stop us, like a ball rolling down a hill, Irene said, her green eyes dark with worry. " I don't like it." Stella was tired of all this glumness. "Let's talk about something more cheerful." "Let's go outside. We can play Rukomet while we talk." Kay offered. "Do we have to?" Whined Irene. But she smiled and got up, eager to end the disturbing conversation. As they played Rukomet Kay suddenly said, "Hey Stella, how come you were happy yesterday? You never did tell us." Stella replied, "No reason really. I was just in a good mood, I guess." "That's strange," said Irene. "When everyone else is grumpy and argumentative, here you are in a good mood! As a matter of fact, I felt perfectly normal, too. What about you, Kay?" Kay replied slowly, "I have been in a bad mood lately but nothing like everyone else. I don't think it's the same thing. How queer!" Dear Reader: I have yet to write this part. Be patient with me, and it will soon come, I'm sure. Until then, we are missing a part. The three girls' eyes widened as they looked up at the sky in horror. The dragon swooped down toward them, purple fire seared the air, reaching out. One thought raced through all three. Get me out of here!! A plea, a prayer, a command, it didn't matter, they called out- Suddenly the air about them began to swim and coalesced into a spinning, turbulent storm. Oval, flat, and shimmering, it floated, suspended before them. The air rushed towards it and with no time to think all three dove inside. Irene slowly became aware of a cool damp darkness. She was lying on something soft but a little wet and scratchy. Everything was completely black. Her first thought was - Where am I? Where are my friends?, quickly followed by- I suppose I should be asking ' Am I dead? I don't feel dead. But how I would know what dead feels like is beyond me! Much heartened by this bit of humor, she smiled. Her face felt strange. She realized- I've got my eyes shut! That would explain the darkness, she thought wryly. Cautiously she opened one eye and looked around. She was lying on a carpet of some sort of green plant. Her friends were lying not two feet away, out cold. Slowly Kay realized that she was lying on the ground. She slowly sat up and looked cautiously around her. Her two friends were near by and she slowly relaxed. This other world was extremely distorted. All the vegetation seemed to be either green or brown and this land looked entirely flat. Not a single mountain anywhere! What a wet, dreary place. Then everything that had happened came crashing down on her. The valley, the dragon, the storm... THE STORM! What do you think? E-mail your thoughts to us! | ||||||||||||||||
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