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Here is a little story that I wrote, I hope ya'll get a laugh out of it!
“Get out of the way!” A cry emerged from the hustle and bustle of the traffic on Route 66. Suddenly, almost out of no where, came a grey minivan, the tires squealing on the road. It swerved past every car it could, and the ones it didn’t swerve past, it drove on top of.
Who was this reckless driver? None other than an orc, escaped right out of the pages of The Lord of the Rings.
This particular orc was roaming about Middle Earth, having gotten lost from Isengard, when he came across Rivendell. He was not all that interested in visiting or pillaging Rivendell, but he was interested to see if the magic of elves could get him into another world. So, after taking Elrond captive, he drew out a rough sketch of a busy street with cars on it. Elrond was forced to say a few words of elf magic, and as soon as he did, the orc was whisked into our own world.
“Ugh,” said the orc, “I don’t like this place one bit. It’s full of horrible machines on wheels that move much to fast! And there are no orcs here, only men!” The orc, hating every moment of his time there, looked around to see if Elrond was still there, but he was no where in sight. “Oh well, I’ll just try to have a little fun here!”
So, after running forty seven miles on the interstate and getting of on an exit, he walked around and found many shops there. Fast food restaurants, movie rentals, gas stations, all sorts of buildings. This may not seem like anything special to you, but if you were an orc who was never used to seeing anything but the tower of Barad-dur or the Black Gate, you would be pretty amazed at this sight as well.
Immediately, his eyes looked towards a car dealership. He was intrigued by the look of it, so he ran towards it. He went inside, and saw dozens and dozens of cars against the wall. He thought to himself, “I can have some fun with this.”
So, he yelled out, “Which one of you is in charge here?”
The whole building went silent. Hesitantly, a tall man shuffled forward and stammered, “Um…um…I….I am…sir.”
“Well then see here mister,” replied the menacing orc, as he drew his rough sword, “You give me one of these here things on wheels, and I WON’T kill you!”
“Yes…yes…al…alright…sir. I…I’ll just…just give you the…the keys to which…whichever one you…you want.”
“Stop your babbling man, and show me all that you have!”
The car dealer had never expected something so terrifying to happen in his business, other than the occasional customer who would throw something out of the window because of the high prices. With fear pouring out of him like sweat, he showed the orc every car he had.
The orc eventually chose a grey minivan, because it looked the most sturdy and ready for battle (in case he would run in to such a thing along the way).
“Well sir,” the orc said, “Thank you kindly. I’ll just be going then!” And with that, the orc put the car in drive and rammed though the wall like a driving expert.
As soon as the Middle-Earthian was out of the building, the car dealer called the police, and told them that a mad orc had broken in to his business, stolen a car, and was headed down Route 66. The police didn’t think this possible, and orc in The United States? Impossible! However, being the police, the still got in their cars and drove off.
The orc floored the gas pedal, and drove straight through the drive-thru of MacDonald’s, and rushed onto the highway, his sword still in hand.
He finally reached Route 66, and decided to start ramming into all of the other cars that got in his way. CRASH! he bumped into one. BANG! into another. Going faster and faster, crashing more and more cars, went the orc.
He was about to crash into another car, when he heard a loud piercing noise. He looked in his mirrors, and saw more cars with flashing lights on top of them. He grew rather envious, wishing he had stolen a car like one of those. He was almost tempted to pull over and ask one of the men where they got one, but suspicion grew in his mind that these were no friends of his.
He swerved and crashed, ran over cars and spun a few donuts on the highway, trying to throw of the police, but it was no use, these police knew all of the car chase tricks in the book. Realizing that he wasn’t going to get them off of his tail, the orc decided to do something that was NOT from the book.
Quickly, he rolled down his window, slowed down so he could get right beside one of the cars, put down his sword, got out his bow and arrow, and tried to shot the police. What he didn’t know is that his car was swerving out of control, and that the police car windows were made out of bullet proof glass, which meant arrow proof aswell.
Suddenly, the orc’s car went out of control, swerved off of the road, and hit a tree. Desperate to get away from the police, he ran into the forest off of the side of the road.
The policed dashed into the forest, in hope of finding him, but as much as they looked, he could not be found by anyone. That next day, a newspaper article appeared:
A car chase happened on Route 66 yesterday. He ran into the woods and has not been seen since. Luckily, no one was hurt in the chase, but many cars were damaged. Some locals, including a car dealer, believes the culprit was an orc, come strait from Middle Earth, but others believe it was just a deer gone loose.
'Ello my beloved friends! Here is chapter two, part one of my story! Click my catagory if you want to read the first of this story, it will be there somewhere.
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“Everyone, get up, get up now! It’s a miracle!” shouted William, who was the early riser of the group.
Groaning and moaning came from each of the beds, because I’m sure you know it is not pleasant to be woken up by someone yelling at you, especially if that person is your sibling.
“What Will, didn’t you know we all wanted to sleep in today?” asked Rebecca, because out of all eight of them, she was the one who did not like to loose sleep.
“It’s wonderful, fantastic, the best news I’ve heard in my whole life!”
“What is it?” cried everyone.
“One of the crew members came down here, and he told me the ship should be docking in at around noon today! I can’t believe it!”
“And I don’t believe it,” responded Peter, “You’re joking, aren’t you Will? When Darren talked to the captain last night, he said it would dock tomorrow if we’re lucky, which we never are.”
“No, I am absolutely serious. Would I lie about this to you? You know I want to get off of here more than anything, so why would I joke about it?”
“Tristan, Darren, could one of you get up and ask someone if we are supposed to get off today?” Abigail inquired.
Darren and Tristan replied with discontented sighs, but finally got out of bed, got dressed, and left the room to see if what William reported was true.
“Why does no one believe me?” he muttered under his breath.
The next few minutes were very suspenseful, waiting and wondering if their misery on the ship would truly be over in a matter of hours. Finally, after what seemed like a day, the two brothers came back.
They smiled and said, “Pack your suitcases; at last, we’re getting off of this miserable ship!”
Cheers aroused from everybody, and they all jumped out of bed to prepare to leave. The next few hours consisted of them wildly running about the small room, trying to collect their own possessions to pack up, and getting everything done that they needed to do. Everyone had lost track of time during this mad dash to get things ready to leave, so that when they all left the room to ask someone how much longer it would be until they would leave the ship, it came as a great surprise to them to hear the ship was docked right then.
They all ran up to the deck, suitcases in hand, to see the only thing they longed to see for that week; earth, good, firm, dry earth, and, more than that, they wanted to feel it below their feet.
After they were off the ship, they just stood for a few minutes, taking it all in. Then Peter said, “Alright, where do we go from here? I mean, do we have a place to go? I have no clue where we are right now.”
“Well then, it’s a good thing that I do know where to go. There’s a boarding house not to far from here, and Dad gave me the directions to get there. Let’s go now,” replied Darren. He led the way, and, after quite a while of walking, they arrived at a brick building, about four stories tall.
At the door, there was a man, middle aged. He had light brown shaggy hair, and just by the look on his face, you could tell he was a trustworthy and kind man. He wore a green waistcoat and held a pocket watch in his hand.
He seemed as though he were waiting for someone, so Darren said to him, “Hello sir. We are expected here, I believe. Our father contacted you about getting a room here. Does the name of Greenwood sound familiar?”
“Yes, it does, it absolutely does, exactly the name I was looking for. So good to see you! You all are here earlier than I expected, but no matter, all the more time to get to know you. My name is Whitley, Samuel Whitley.” Mr. Whitley shook every one of their hands firmly. “Come, let’s not linger here in the cold. Let me take some of these bags, I’m sure they are quite a load for you.”
He grabbed Jana and Jonathan’s suitcases for them, and led the way into the building. When they walked in, the first thing they came to was a rather large room. The walls were burgundy, with two large windows on one side of the room, and on another wall, there was a great fireplace with a roaring fire going. In the middle of the room was a long, light brown coffee table. At the ends of the table, there were two brown chairs, and at the sides were two couches of the same color.
“Well, my friends, shall we go up to your room?” Mr. Whitley asked. He led them up a large staircase, until they came to a number of doors. “Now, there are quite a number of other people living in this building, I myself, and my wife and daughter are in the room right next to yours. It has a lovely view of the mountains. It is quite beautiful, but dangerous, there have been quite a few avalanches going on lately, but it is lucky no one has been injured yet.
“There is only one building that I know of that is on that mountain, and it is not at all a pleasant one. It’s where they keep the people who are accused of crimes. Why the police and members of court chose to put them there, heaven only knows why. The court is in charge of everything here, and is not very responsible about what they do. They come to verdicts all too irrationally, and come to the verdicts though faulty evidence.
“If it weren’t for the sake of not having enough money, I would pack my bags and leave this place immediately. But, I must admit, my financial situation is not the best one; no one’s is here. The only reason anyone lives here is because it is an easy way to make a living for those who are struggling. There are some good jobs, though I believe most of them are taken now. But that shouldn’t worry you too much, seeing that your father already has a job secured here.
“Well, you probably don’t want to hear anything more from me, here is your room.”
He turned the key in the door knob, turned it, and opened the door. The room was easier to look at than the ship’s rooms, but not so easy enough to call it a home. As Mr. Whitley escorted them through the rooms, they found that there was a kitchen, a bathroom, a girl’s and boy’s bedroom, and one for their parents, when they would arrive.
“Why don’t I let you all get settled, and at about 6:00, I’ll get you all and take you out to eat. So, make sure you are dressed in your best clothing! Goodbye!”
When Mr. Whitley left the room, Abigail said, “I like him very much! He seems kind, and he makes it so that no one can mistrust his kindness.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever known anyone like him myself,” said Peter, “he is rather odd.”
“Don’t say such things Peter! He has been very friendly to us, I have no doubt it is because of him that we have a place to live,” scolded Darren. “He is the best of men. I am grateful to him for doing this for us. Alright, I want everyone to be unpacked and ready when he comes back.”
“I do think he is a good man Darren, but he forgot one thing.”
“What do you mean John? What has he possibly forgotten?”
“We haven’t had lunch yet.”
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Comment with any suggestions, what you liked, and what you didn't like.
Hello! It's Snick! Just letting you know, I fixed the memeber's list a little, because the members who don't have a blog were getting squished into someone else, if you get what I'm saying.
And, I've edited my story chapter since I posted it, and have come to post it again. It's much to long to put into one Inklings entry, so if you want to read the rest, click here.
Tristan stood at the edge of the ship, and stared out at the dark, endless, grey, icy, dreary waters. The chunks of ice floating in the sea looked as though they were big enough to bring a ship of any size down, but the captain assured Tristan that he had sailed though worse waters, and said that those pieces of ice were like miniscule ice cubes compared to the icebergs he had seen.
Everywhere around him was grey. The water, the ship, the sky, the crew member’s uniforms, even the ice, was grey. Being on the ship for just a day around all the grey would drive you mad. It did drive Tristan mad, but he showed no sign of it to anyone.
Besides the grey, what also would drive Tristan insane was the fact that there was no land in sight. None. There was nothing but water as far as even the sharpest eyes could see. This had been his life for the past week.
This dull scenery would have brought his spirits down immensely, if he had any happiness in him at that moment. Why exactly were they doing this again; leaving their home, and their parents, with only enough money to last them a month, and heading towards a place that they had never heard of, let alone been to? Trying to remember that was like trying to recall a dream, a dream that told yourself while you were still sleeping that you would remember, but didn’t as soon as you woke up.
But finally, Tristan did remember. He remembered why they were leaving without their parents, why they were leaving at all.
It was the night his parents called a family meeting that he recalled. The fireplace lit up, glowing and warm, father and mother sitting on one couch, the older children on the other, and the younger ones on the floor.
“Your mother and I have something very important to tell you,” Father had said, “and it involves all of us. You all know that things are going quite slowly where I work; not much is being built, no one really needs any new buildings. Well, because of this, I am not making any amount of money that could fit our needs. But the little money that I am making is not enough to support us; there isn’t enough for food, electricity, and certainly not enough to pay for the house.
“Well, I have been searching for a job, and I, luckily, have found one, but it is very, very far away from where we live now. We would have to take a ship to get there. But, there is another setback. We have so little money, that we don’t have enough to send all of us there at once. You eight will have to go before us. It isn’t what we wanted; to send you all away without us, but there is no other choice. We will give you enough money to last the month, which should be more than enough time before we arrive there.
“Darren, Tristan, Abigail, you must take care of the younger ones while you are over there. Your mother and I trust that you can look after them. You will be leaving in a week.”
At this point he stopped. Mother, Jana, Eleanor, and Abigail had tears in their eyes, and Peter and William looked as if they were about to. Darren and Tristan, being the oldest, did not cry. They couldn’t cry, they had to be strong; strong for their siblings, strong for their parents, strong for themselves.
Tristan remembered how hard it was for him to get through that horrible week. Knowing they were leaving truly pained his heart. Packing all of their belonging to go just increased his heartache. But he knew he couldn’t cry, he needed to show his parents he could handle this, and he didn’t want Darren think of him as a child. Also, his younger siblings to look up to him, and didn’t think they would look up to him anymore if he showed any sign of sadness. So, no matter how much he wanted to burst out into tears, he didn’t, he wouldn’t, but oh, how he desired to, how he needed to.
He then remembered the day they said goodbye to their parents. He and his siblings boarded the ship, some crying, the others comforting. The memory was so foggy to him, as though it had happened years and years ago, and he was thankful that it was like a dream to him, he couldn’t bear the bitter reality.
A sudden rush of cold air brought him out of his daydreams. He sighed, and looked around for any of his brothers or sisters. When he didn’t see any of them, he guessed they were all in their room, and headed towards there, his dark brown hair being tossed in every direction along the way.
Well, I'm back with part two of my story! Tell me if there is anything I should fix, like if the sentence structure or dialouge is boring, or anything like that.
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A sudden rush of cold air brought him out of his daydreams. He sighed, and looked around for any of his brothers or sisters. When he didn’t see any of them, he guessed they were all in their room, and headed towards there, his hair being tossed in every direction along the way.
Opening the door, he found everyone but Darren in the small grey bedroom; Jana and Jonathan talking to each other, Peter looking out of one of the round window, William reading a book he had brought along with him, Rebecca daydreaming, her head in the clouds and Abigail just sitting.
“Where is Darren?” Tristan asked.
Abigail replied, “He went to get us some dinner from the ship’s kitchen.”
Everyone in the room had a depressed look about there face. No one said much for quite some time after that. They just sat, thinking about what lay ahead of them.
Then, they heard something that sounded like a knock on the door. William opened the door to find Darren. Well, he didn’t exactly find him, because he couldn’t see Darren, for his face was hidden by bowls piled on top of one another.
“Um, could I get a little help?” he asked from behind the dishes. They all laughed a little and the boys helped him with the tower of bowls. What everyone loved about Darren was he had a sense of humor and almost never lost his temper, even if he was frustrated or stressed. Also, he tried to cheer up anyone that needed a little bit of happiness.
“What are we having this time? Another type of soup, I have no doubt,” Rebecca remarked.
“You would be right, clam chowder this time. That is, if you consider watered-down cream with a couple of clams thrown in to be soup,” answered Darren. Everyone laughed again and began to eat. Meals were the only time the siblings were ever happy, because it was the only time they were together and talking with each other. During meals, their minds were distracted from what happened, and what was going to happen.
“So,” said Darren, “I met up with the captain of the ship, and he says that it won’t be long now until we land. If we’re lucky, we’ll get there in two days.”
“Are we really close to land? Or is the captain just trying to get our hopes up for nothing?” asked Peter, who was rather a pessimist.
“No, what he is actually trying to do is convince you that we’ll land safely ashore, but when you have your back turned, he’ll throw you overboard and you’ll never be seen again!”
“Oh, be quiet Will, I was being serious! Is it really true Darren? I feel like I’ve been living on this ship my whole life.”
“Yes, we’ll finally be getting on to firm ground. But don’t exaggerate, we’ve haven’t been on this ship for a week.”
“Well then, I really need to straighten up my bunk, it’s rather…messy,” commented Rebecca, who had made herself rather at home, and took the liberty of unloading everything in her suitcase onto her bunk.
Because the family didn’t have much money, the parents couldn’t afford to give them a large room with enough beds for all of them. The most beds they could get were three bunk beds. So, Abigail, being the oldest girl shared a bunk with the youngest girl, Jana, and Darren, the oldest of the boys, shared his with the youngest boy, Jonathan.
“Jana, Johnny, what’s wrong? You haven’t said anything all day accept to each other,” Abigail asked them.
“Oh, it’s… it’s nothing really. Just…just that...” Jana didn’t finish, she just started sobbing.
Abigail went over and hugged her and stroked her hair. “It will all be okay, nothing is going to happen to us. God is looking out for you, and me, and all of us. He knows what is going on, and what will occur. Whatever goes on, He’s there, it doesn’t matter what goes on, He’s there, and He’s looking out for us.”
Everyone went silent. They didn’t realize it until just then, because they didn’t think about it, but what Abigail said was true. Whatever they were going though, they just needed to trust God that it would all turn out alright in the end, no matter what they would face.
“You’re right. I’ll trust Him. I’ll be brave for Him,” Jana sniffed, wiping away her tears.
“That’s right. Now, just keep that thought in your head. And, keep this in mind; whenever this ship lands, we’re all getting some hot chocolate.” Abigail smiled at her as she said this to her little sister, and Jana smiled back.
After that, Jana and Jonathan were much happier and more talkative with their older siblings.
Quite a few hours later, when everyone but Tristan and Darren were asleep, they started talking to each other.
“What are we going to do about a place to live when we get there?” asked Tristan, whispering to make sure he didn’t wake up anyone, “I mean, did Dad tell you anything about a house before we left Darren?”
“Yes, he told me there was a boarding house, and he gave me the address. Apparently, they should be expecting us. Dad talked with them on one of his trips, and they should be good and kind people running it.”
“Alright, it’s always nice to know we have a place to go. And, um, Dad gave you money to pay for it until they get here?”
“He gave me enough to last us a month there, and he said he and Mom should be arriving there in about two weeks.”
“Okay. Sorry about all the questions, I just feel more comfortable knowing these kinds of things, if you know what I mean.”
Darren looked at his brother and smiled. “I know. Tell you what; I won’t keep any secrets from you from now on. You know, I’ve always thought of you as my little brother who followed me everywhere, but that’s not the case anymore, is it?”
“Well, I guess not. But I’m still going to follow you around sometimes,” Tristan laughed, “Good night.”
“Good night.” They both turned out the lights and fell asleep.
Aloha, Hola, Bonjour, Salve, hi, and all that! I am finally posting part of my story. *says under her breath* Even though it doesn't have a title yet....=/ ANYWHO, here it is, hope you like the beginning of it, and constructive comments are wanted!
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Tristan stood at the edge of the ship, and stared out at the dark, endless, grey, icy waters. He thought the chunks of ice floating in the sea looked as though they were big enough to bring a ship of any size down, but the captain assured Tristan that he had sailed though worse waters, and said that those pieces of ice were like miniscule ice cubes compared to the icebergs he had seen.
This dull scenery would have brought spirits down greatly, if he had any happiness in him at that moment. Why exactly were they doing this again; leaving their home, and their parents, with only enough money to last them a month, and heading towards a place that they had never heard of, let alone been to? Trying to remember that was like trying to recall a dream you had, and told yourself while you were dreaming that you would remember that dream, but didn’t as soon as you woke up.
But finally, Tristan did remember. He remembered why they were leaving without their parents, why they were leaving at all.
It was the night his parents called a family meeting that he recalled. The fireplace lit up, glowing and warm, father and mother sitting on one couch, the older children on the other, and the younger ones on the floor.
“Your mother and I have something very important to tell you,” Father had said, “and it involves all of us. You all know that things are going quite slowly where I work; not much is being built, no one really needs any new buildings. Well, because of this, I am not making any amount of money that could fit our needs. But the little money that I am making is not enough to support us; there isn’t enough for food, electricity, and certainly not enough to pay for the house.
“Well, I have been searching for a job, and I, luckily, have found one, but it is very, very far away from where we live now. We would have to take a ship to get there. But, there is another setback. We have so little money, that we don’t have enough to send all of us there at once. You eight will have to go before us. It isn’t what we wanted; to send you all away without us, but there is no other choice. We will give you enough money to last the month, which should be more than enough time before we arrive there.
“Darren, Tristan, Abigail, you must take care of the younger ones while you are over there. Your mother and I trust that you can look after them. You will be leaving in a week.”
At this point he stopped. Mother, Jana, Eleanor, and Abigail had tears in their eyes, and Peter and William looked as if they were about to. Darren and Tristan, being the oldest, did not cry, they couldn’t cry, they had to be strong; strong for their siblings, strong for their parents, strong for themselves.
Tristan remembered how hard it was for him to get through that horrible week. Knowing they were leaving truly pained his heart. Packing all of their belonging to go just increased his heartache. But he knew he couldn’t cry, he needed to show his parents he could handle this, and he didn’t want Darren think of him as a child. Also, his younger siblings to look up to him, and didn’t think they would look up to him anymore if he showed any sign of sadness. So, no matter how much he wanted to burst out into tears, he didn’t, he wouldn’t, but oh, how he desired to.
He then remembered the day they said goodbye to their parents. He and his siblings boarded the ship, some crying, the others comforting. The memory was so foggy to him, as though it had happened years and years ago, and he was thankful that it was like a dream to him.
Hello everypeoples! I know I haven't posted in a peanutbutter-jillion years, but I have had writer's block, lack of inspiration, and lack of motivation.
Well anyways, my sisters and I made up a VERY complicated joke that we play around with, and I made a very short storie of the death of Hailey's person, so, here goes. And don't worry if you don't understand anything, you aren't supposed to.
Mr. Smith=Hailey/Barrie
Scarlett=Me
Squirrel Child=Emma/Frances
Mr. Smith and Scarlett O’Hara
It had come to this; Scarlett with a curtain rod in her hand, her husband, sitting unaware of his doomed fate, and their child, who had been raised by squirrels, standing in front of them, watching helplessly. Mr. Smith looked up from his morning paper, and saw his agitated wife. He questioned, “What are you doing, Scarlett?”
“I’m sorry darling, but it’s just been too much! I could handle our child being raised by squirrels, and you running off to Washington to fight for a lost cause, for a time, but it has all boiled up to now, and I can’t take it anymore, I must put an end to it!” She clutched the rod tighter and stepped closer to him.
“But you must admit, my darling,” he said in a nervous tone, “you have made a few mistakes in our relationship too. You weren’t there to raise our child either, you were to busy winning your Oscar, and I truly don’t understand what your obsession is with rotten carrots.”
“Don’t you dare say that about me! If you hadn’t left me all alone in this house, with our child, I might not have been so depressed, she might not have run away, you never thought of anybody but yourself! You were jealous, that’s what was wrong! Jealous that my movie won the Oscar, and yours didn’t, and you are still envious, I know it, I can see it in your eyes. Well, I’ve had enough of it!”
“Mother, Father, stop it! Stop it at once!” the Squirrel Child cried quickly in her sharp, high pitched voice. She ran out of the room before she could see anything happen.
And, before you could say “I forgot the onions,” Scarlett stabbed Mr. Smith with the curtain rod. With his dying breath, Mr. Smith said, “I forgive you…Scarlett.”
Hello all! Snicket here. I'm very sorry to say this, but my story has gotten rather complicating for me, and I just can't have my characters based on the Inklings. So to everyone who filled out the questionare, I am truly sorry, but I really just couldn't do it. I hope you all understand, and once again, I am very sorry about this.
Ok everyone, I've come up with a general idea for a story I'm going to write, but I am lacking some characters, and I would like some of them to be based on the Inklings! So, I have made up some questions for you to answer, if you would like to be in my story. Oh, and please don't be offended if I don't use all of the answers you gave me, if I didn't it is just so I can fit it into the book. Please PM me your answers if you would like to be a character in my story!
Physical Appearance:
What color hair and what hair type? (ex. Straight, curly etc.)
What eye color?
Any interesting physical features? (ex. Very long fingers, sideways smile, etc.)
Anything else you want to say about your appearance?
Personality
Introvert or extrovert?
Do you want to be evil or good?
Do you have any quirks (ex. Jumping when excited, Biting lip when nervous, etc)
Anything else you want to say about your personality?
Extra
Do you have a (made up) name that you would like to be called?
Do you want to be male of female?
Do you want to work at the palace/live in the palace?
Do you have anything extra you would like to say?
Well, that's all for now!
A Cookie Baking Screaming Banshee First Mate, Lemony Snicket
Here's a teaser from the book Barrie and I are writing together. If you want to know more about it, click here.
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While trying to put out the fire, Halamath heard the rustling of footsteps in the woods. They weren’t like a scampering squirrel or a rabbit; they were quiet and stealthy.
“Tiralin, I think something’s watching us.”
“Do hush. Didn’t you hear me before? I don’t want to talk.”
“But Tiralin, there’s really something out there.”
“No, you’re just trying to make conversation with me.” “But Tira------ah!” His voice seemed suddenly muffled.
When he looked up from Leryn, Tiralin realized they were surrounded by the wild men, all fair-haired, and one had his hands clamped around Halamath’s mouth.
Tiralin looked all around and saw that they all were carrying either a spear or a bow and knew it would not be a good idea to fight them.
“Tell us, dark-haired beasts,” said the man who appeared to be the chief, “what brings you into our territory?”
His heart racing, Tiralin could not think of anything to say. He saw Halamath’s terrified face, half hidden by the man’s hands, ran his hand over his hair, and began to say, “We were sent by…”
But he was cut off by the chief. “Bind them,” He said to the men surrounding him. Then he turned to Tiralin and said, “Get the girl up.”
Ok, as some of you know, Chris, Laura, and Pip aren't very happy right now, and I felt really bad about it and wanted to cheer them up, so, I'm throwing them a party!!!! I hope you guys like it!!! All of the Inklings are invited!!!
First I must make the cake, let's see, yes, I think that's good....
It took a very long time to make.
Now, this is a book themed party, so here are the party favors, these are some books by some of their favorite authors.....
Eragon...
Lord of the Rings.....
Narnia!
Ok, now let's start the party! I've invited some very special people to come......
Christopher Paolini.....
Liv Tyler.......
And Georgie Henley!
All right, enough chit-chat, these guys need presents to cheer them up!
Eragon's sword.....
Arwen's dress(notice it's behind glass. that's to keep it extra safe until you get it :D)
And Peter's shield! I really hope this cheered you guys up!
Ok everyone, I'm finishing up the NaNo story. If you haven't read it before, click here to read the beginning, here to read the next part, and here for the next. Enjoy the last part of my story. Oh, and also, does anyone have an idea for the title of this story? I'm stumped.
Riley and Anya sighed and went back upstairs. They were terribly frustrated that Kayla was coming with them. It’s not that they didn’t love Kayla, any other time they would have been glad to take her along, but this was a very inconvenient time to have her.
When they reached Anya’s room, they waited until they were sure Kayla was asleep, and then started talking.
“Ok Riley, why did you tell Kayla she could come with us? We’d be much better off if she weren’t riding with us. Don’t get me wrong, I love her to death, but we can’t say anything about our plan with her in the car!”
“I know, but if it were you, would you rather take her for a ride or be pestered to death? I’ll think of something. She may come in handy.”
Anya didn’t think Kayla could be of much use in the situation they were in, but she trusted Riley and he was better at making plans then she was, so she didn’t bother him anymore.
That night, Riley didn’t get any sleep and Anya got to sleep late and had a restless night. They were both anxious about what they had to do.
In the morning, Mom and Dad stepped into one car, and Riley, Anya, and Kayla into another. Anya buckled up Kayla’s car seat and sat in the front seat. Riley turned the keys and the engine started. He drove down the driveway very carefully, and off they went.
Riley was still thinking along the way and then, suddenly, an idea came to him. He turned to Kayla and said, “Hey Kayla, do you like sneaking around?”
“Yes, I sneak around a lot!”
“Well then, do you want to be our very own spy?”
“Yah, but what do I need to do?”
“Well, you need to sneak all around Mr. Johnson all day, and tell us everything he did and said, and if you’re a really good spy, there might be a treat for you.”
“That would be fun! I want to do that,” she screamed.
“But,” he whispered, “You need to be very quiet, or else Mr. Johnson will know you’re a spy, and then you can’t sneak around anymore.”
“I’ll be as quiet as a little mouse.”
Anya was looking at Riley the whole time and thinking, “Riley, have you lost your mind? Asking her to be a spy?”
They were at the zoo when Riley sent Kayla off to be their spy. Anya finally asked Riley, “Why did you ask her? She’s bound to start yelling for some reason and Mr. Johnson’s sure to find us out!”
“I think she can do it. She knows she’s going to get something like a candy bar and I think that will keep her mouth shut for the day.”
Anya still wasn’t sure, but she trusted her older brother and knew he knew best. Well, probably knew best.
The beginning of the day went normally. Mr. Johnson was still there, and there was still a crowd looking at the penguins. The only difference was Kayla’s little head was sticking out of a little play igloo, watching Mr. Johnson’s every move.
Anya’s confidence in Kayla was better. If he turned his head and saw her, she could just pretend she was playing in the igloo and Mr. Johnson wouldn’t suspect a thing.She was amazed Kayla would pick such a great hiding place. She thought she might just stare at him out in the open.
It was noon, which meant it was time for lunch break. They all met at the cafeteria and purchased their meal. After sitting down at the table, Riley asked Kayla, “Kayla, what have you heard Mr. Johnson say?”
“Well, I heard him say on his cell phone that he wanted to go have pizza tomorrow.”
“Okay, I meant something meaningful. Did he say anything worth hearing?”
“No, but he did something that was really weird.”
“Then what did he do?”
“He was talking to Scott, the elephant man, and was asking a lot of questions about the penguins.”
Anya and Riley looked at each other and frowned.
“Wait, there’s more,” Kayla went on, “When Scott walked away, Mr. Johnson took the keys out of his back pocket!”
This statement concerned Anya and Riley very much, because they knew that Scott had the keys to the penguin’s exhibit, because he was the one who brought the food to them. When they heard Kayla say that, Anya almost fell out of her chair, and Riley choked on his pizza.
“He stole them!” Anya asked.
“Yup, just took them and walked away. Why’d he do that? Why would he need his keys?”
Riley didn’t know how to answer Kayla’s question without completely blowing the plan, and was silent. This time, it was Anya who came up with something to say. “Well, he probably just wanted to get into the cafeteria kitchen for free, because he was hungry and didn’t want to pay for his lunch.”
“Oh, that makes sense. It is lunch time. Hey, do you think we should look for him in there?”
“Um, I don’t think so. It won’t be that big of a deal. Just keep watching him and try to get those keys back, okay?”
“Alright!”
They sent Kayla on her way and after she was gone, started discussing what had happened.
“What are we going to do?” Anya asked, “He has the keys! We can’t keep him from getting in now.”
“Relax. Just start thinking about what we can do. If we call the police at just the right time, he won’t even be able to use those keys.”
“But what if we don’t call in time? He’ll steal all of the penguins, and if he sees us, well, I don’t even want to think about it,” she shuddered.
“Just think about how it can go right, okay? When Mr. Johnson is behind bars, both of our minds will be at ease.”
She was even more anxious than she was before, because she was just so afraid that something was going to go horribly wrong. “It’s no big deal,” she tried to say to herself, “We can do it, I know we can,” but for some reason she could never really convince herself of that.
Riley, wasn’t as nervous as Anya, but he did occasionally think of the worst. He sometimes thought, “What if we don’t succeed? What if he steals the penguins and gets away with it?”
When they arrived back at the penguin’s exhibit, their minds were working even harder than before. Riley was trying to think of a backup plan if his didn’t work out, and Anya was thinking of how to make his original plan better.
Kayla was still spying on Mr. Johnson and doing a good job of it too. She never left her place, and the one time when he had looked behind him, she turned around and started talking with another girl her age. She didn’t even look suspicious at that moment, just a little girl talking with a friend.
The penguins were all in a rather energetic mood, all waddling, swimming, and “dancing” as fast as they could. Looking thoughtfully at them, Anya wondered, even though they were the target of Mr. Johnson’s plot, if they could be used to help in Riley’s plan. She thought and thought about how those little guys could help them, and, finally, she came up with something.
Running as fast as she could, Anya went straight to Riley, telling him everything she had come up with. He liked her idea, a lot, and thought it was rather funny as well. He agreed to this idea, and continued to think up a “Plan B”.
After coming up with such a great idea, Anya’s mind was at ease, and she could enjoy spending time working. Watching the penguins slip and slide across the ice, she almost completely forgot that she was going to try and save them.
But for Riley, he couldn’t do anything until he could come up with something that was good enough to work, and sadly, he couldn’t come up with anything.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, Mom and Dad left with Kayla. Before he left, Dad said, “You two be careful, it’s a lot different at the zoo in the dark!”
Anya and Riley stood in the parking lot for a few minutes, staring. At this point, they knew there was no turning back. They had to get the job done.
Riley, on his phone, called 911 and told them there was a man who was going to steal the penguins at the local zoo. The police said they would be there as quickly as possible, and he thanked them, and then hung up.
Anya thought, “I’d never have the guts to call 911.”
As they were walking back to the penguin exhibit, Riley immediately froze in place. Anya didn’t know why he did, but then she looked up, and she understood. The exhibit was absolutely empty. There wasn’t even one penguin in sight. Riley looked like he was going to faint, and Anya was almost at tears. They thought they had failed.
They walked back to Riley’s car, defeated, when, suddenly, Riley had a faint hope they could still pull of what they had set out to do. He heard someone, someone struggling with something. He recognized the grunt instantly. It was Mr. Johnson.
Riley whispered to his sister, “Quick, get behind the car.”
Anya trusted him, so she did just what he told her to do. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Look,” he answered. She looked and saw Mr. Johnson loading up some boxes into his truck. From inside the box came deafening screeches. The penguins were in the box.
Slowly, Riley got out from behind the car and opened the car door. Anya was surprised when she saw him pull out his skateboard and pocket knife.
Riley had a plan in his head. Quickly, while Mr. Johnson wasn’t looking, he slid under his truck with his back on the skateboard. He took out his knife, and stabbed each tire with it. He got out from under the truck almost as quickly as he went under it. He did this in case Mr. Johnson tried to get away, he couldn’t go anywhere.
Then, he started tapping on the truck. “Huh, what’s that?” Mr. Johnson asked. He walked over to where Riley was, and Riley moved to another place near the truck where he couldn’t see him. Riley gestured at Anya to come open the boxes and let the penguins out. She understood and snuck over to the truck.
Riley continually tapped on the metal of the truck, distracting Mr. Johnson from Anya. To her, it looked rather like a game of hide-and-seek.
She finally let all of the penguins out, and how happy they were to be free! Looking out at the street, Anya heard police sirens and knew they were coming close.
In a loud voice, she told the penguins, “Bite!” and pointed at Mr. Johnson. They all understood, remembering when she had taught them that command, and ran towards Mr. Johnson. When he her Anya yell out her order, and saw all thirty of the penguins running at him, he tried to jump in the truck, but was too late. The penguins were at his ankles, biting and bruising him.
He finally managed to get them off of his legs, and jumped into the car and turned the keys. He pushed down the gas petal, but his truck wouldn’t budge.
Mr. Johnson grabbed a penguin and it looked like he was going to kill it, but he never got the chance. Before you could say, “Let go of it!” police men were surrounding him and handcuffing him. It was one Anya’s happiest moments in her life when she saw that happening. She looked at Riley and she knew what he was thinking, “We did it.”
That night, there was some news on TV about the man who was caught trying to steal some penguins from a zoo. Anya and Riley told Mom and Dad, and they were expecting punishment, but Dad said, “You were both taking responsibility. I know I should be mad at both of you, but I’m proud of you.” That was the proudest Mom, Dad, Anya, and Riley had ever felt.
It was the proudest the penguins ever felt too. They were chattering with each other as if they were talking all about their exciting adventure. They strutted down the ice acting full of themselves and they just looked silly. Kayla was also proud. She was so happy she took part in an adventure, even though she didn’t know it.
Mr. Johnson, on the other hand, was having a miserable time, serving ten years in prison.
Riley was glad he did what he had done, but he was through with adventures. He just hoped the penguins would stay out of trouble, and not look at the tigers in such and interested way.
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The next day was as though nothing had happened the day before that. Mr. Johnson was back, as usual, and Mom and Dad were their normal selves. Only Riley and Anya were different than how they usually were. They each took a turn watching Mr. Johnson, making sure he didn’t do anything they didn’t want him to.
Poor Kayla had no fun with her brother and sister that day. They weren’t being friendly to her and didn’t like that they didn’t want to play with her. She eventually went over with Mom and Dad and helped them with their job, because she knew at least she would have fun doing it.
Some others who seemed different were the penguins. It seemed like they knew what had gone on the day before and were distressed over it.
At closing, Anya had to clean up around the glass where the people looked at the penguins, and saw Mr. Johnson still there. She sighed and thought, “Doesn’t this man know he needs to leave? There’s no way he’s getting the penguins and that’s that.”
She didn’t want to talk to him again, so she just sat in a little igloo that the kids at the zoo played in, and waited for him to leave. She heard him on a cell phone saying this; “Sir, I know I didn’t buy them. They just wouldn’t accept the offer. I have a plan. Let’s just say when the right time comes, I’ll seize the peng...uuuhhh...moment. Tomorrow night. Alright. You’ll see me then. Bye.”
He stood up and left, but Anya was too shocked to even move. She finally understood what he was going to do. His first plan was to buy the penguins, and when that didn’t work out, he was going to do something totally unexpected; steal them.
Anya was silent the whole ride home, and all though dinner. After dinner, the only person she talked to was Riley, and all she said to him was, “Meet me in my room at 8:00.”
At 8:00, Riley walked down the hall and knocked on Anya’s door. She opened it and he stepped in. He asked her, “What’s wrong? What did you want to tell me?”
She told him every single detail she had heard. When she was finished she looked pale, and so did Riley. They couldn’t think clearly at that moment, they just stood in silence. Riley was shocked, and at first he didn’t believe her, but with that face she had on, how could he not believe her?
Ever since they first saw Mr. Johnson, they knew he could be no good, but this was far worse than what they had ever expected from him. How could anyone ever do something so terrible?
Anya was the first to speak. “Well, what do you think we should do? It’s not like we can do much. Do you think we can tell Mom and Dad about it?”
“Anya, I don’t think they’ll believe us. They’ll probably say, ‘You two are letting your imagination get the better of you. Mr. Johnson may not be the nicest man on the earth, but he certainly isn’t as bad as you think he is.’”
“Well then, why don’t you think of something? I’m not the only one who can come up with a plan.”
There was more silence. They were both thinking harder than they ever thought. They needed to think of something, they couldn’t just let him take the penguins away.
Riley finally came up with a plan. He said to Anya, “Ok, I’ve thought of something. You know I’ve just got my license last month. I’ll tell Mom and Dad I want to drive you home and that we will be a little late because we want to see some of the animals at night. Then they’ll leave and we’ll be alone, waiting for Mr. Johnson to come. Before he comes, we’ll call the police and tell them he wants to steal the penguins. Hopefully, before he can even lay a finger on those penguins, the police will be surrounding and handcuffing him. How does that sound?”
Anya personally loved adventures, and thought this was going to be a great one, but she held her excitement and said, “It sounds good, but do you think Mom and Dad will actually let you drive the car?”
That’s what I’m going to find out.”
Riley walked down the stairs and into the living room, where Mom and Dad were watching TV. Anya was listening from the top of the staircase.
He asked them, “Mom, Dad, I was wondering, could I, maybe, drive the car to work and take Anya along? I wanted to stay late and see some of the animals at night.”
Mom and Dad looked at each other and Dad answered, “Well, I suppose so, you have been very responsible in taking care of the penguins, so I think you are ready to start driving around. How long did you intend to stay there?”
I’ll be home no later than 8:30.”
“Alright, you have my permission, as long as it’s fine with your mother.”
Mom responded by saying, “If it’s fine with Dad it’s fine with me!”
Riley was extremely happy about this answer. Not only because this was a vital part to his plan, but also because this was the first time he would be able to drive without an adult! He thanked Mom and Dad and ran back upstairs.
Anya was also excited about being aloud to ride with Riley, but she was also nervous, because she never really knew if Riley was a good driver or not. She thought he was, how else could he have gotten his license?
Kayla ran out of her room screaming, “I want to ride with you! I want to ride with you too!”
Riley and Anya really didn’t want Kayla to come along, if she did they wouldn’t be able to talk about their plan along the way, so Riley said, “Well, I would, but I don’t think Mom and Dad would let you. They almost wouldn’t let me take Anya, so I don’t think they’ll approve of me taking you.” This was, of course, a lie, but he couldn’t think of another way to get Kayla off of his back.
“Well, then I can ask them!” she said, and immediately, she went running down the stairs. Riley and Anya knew Mom and Dad would probably let her ride with them, so instantly ran after her. Riley and Anya were much faster than Kayla, but I’m sure everyone knows it is very hard to chase someone down the stairs and so they couldn’t catch the eager little girl. They were all at the bottom of the stairs, and Kayla ran to Mom and Dad and yelled, “Mom! Dad! Can I please, please, please ride with Riley and Anya? Pretty please?”
Riley and Anya were behind Kayla, shaking their heads at Mom and Dad, hoping they would see them. But Dad never looked at them, and responded by saying, “Well, I don’t know. I don’t think Riley would ever be able to focus on driving with two girls in the car.”
So true Dad!” Riley exclaimed, trying exceedingly hard to back Dad up whenever he gave a reason she shouldn’t go. “I don’t think it would be very safe for me to drive on the rode with both of them.”
“But,” said Dad, “If you promise to be very calm, and if your Mom agrees, I suppose you could go with them, but I won’t allow stay with them at night. Also Riley needs to agree to it.”
I think you can control yourself Kayla, so all you need is to ask Riley,” Mom responded.
Kayla looked at Riley with big eyes and said, “Please Riley, can I go with you?”
Riley knew if he didn’t say yes, he would be bombarded with pleases, so, to save himself from being attacked with begging, he replied, “Well, I guess so.”
Kayla was so happy that she would probably have started jumping off of the walls if Mom didn’t hold her down and say, “All right, say thank you to Riley and then go straight back to bed.”
“Thank you Riley!” she exclaimed, and galloped up the stairs.
