My story for Rachel’s contest #2

Hey y’all! So the contest continues. If you happened to read my story last week then you will find this is the continuation of that same story. If you happened to have missed my last post, CLICK HERE so you can understand this next part. Hope you Enjoy!

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I flew across the dew covered lawn. It was now 8:00. My 45 extra minutes were gone. Apparently I wasn’t going to school. But who could blame me? If you found out your alcoholic, gambling dad wasn’t even your real dad, and that your mom had kept secrets from you for the past 15 years. If everything you ever knew and loved was suddenly changed. If the person you thought you were, wasn’t there. You would miss school too.

I held my backpack strap to keep it from falling out my shoulder while my other hand clutched that little tiny flower I had picked up when my life first started to fall apart. I ran onto the sidewalk in the late hours of that soft and peaceful morning, with chilly wind and frozen dew scattered on the grass. For the past 15 years of my life I had always had a plan for everything. How I would start my day, get to school, accomplish my work, what to wear, when to eat, and so on. But nothing could have prepared me for today. I walked over to a nearby tree close to a stop sign at the end of our road. I slumped onto the ground, throwing my backpack off to the side. My toes were numb, my face red from the cold, and I could barely see because of my oncoming tears. I lifted the frozen flower to my face. What was I going to do. I wasn’t going to go back. I couldn’t. I needed help. And I needed it now. I never really had considered myself a religious person, but when I was little, Lizzie took me to her church. They talked about how Jesus heard our prayers and would help us. So, I did something I never had done before. I prayed. I shut my blurred teary eyes, I clasped my red, chapped hands, and I talked to Jesus.

Once I had finished I looked up. A red car had stopped on the side of the road and a figure was walking up to me. I squinted to try to see who it was. Was it someone who wanted to kidnap me? Kill me? Sell me? The figure continued to approach and I still couldn’t determine who it was or what it was. I could really care less if it was a killer of some sort. There was really nothing for me now. Then amidst my life-ending thoughts, I heard a familiar sound “Hunter?” “Are you okay? Why aren’t you heading to school?” Whoever it was I really didn’t want to deal with. So I thought about retorting “Yes. I’m totally fine. Every time life is good I sit under a random tree crying my eyes out.” But it was no time for sarcasm, sadly. I decided to look up. It was Ryder Collins. He had been one of my best-friends in elementary school. I developed a little crush on him in middle school. Not much to explain there. And in highschool I just gave up that hope. No one would ever see me as a girlfriend. Not many people even knew I existed.

He squatted down and looked at me. The smartest kid in 10th grade, one of the most popular, and one of the cutest in the highschool was next to me. I looked directly into his green eyes and I turned away from shame. His life was perfect, he could never understand mine. “I’m fine.” I simply said. I stood up, hardly daring to believe it. I was afraid it was a dream, it would fade away. Then, in a just one second, it became a nightmare. I picked up my backpack, the little flower, and I rose and walked off. I would figure this out on my own. I couldn’t let the guy I had a major crush on help me. I always screw everything up. My nightmare had become an even worse nightmare. But Ryder stood up and followed me. I tried to walk faster but the talented sprinter caught up to me. He grabbed my hand and spun me around. He looked into my eyes with a fierceness I’d never seen before. And he said “Hunter, I know somethings up. Please let me help you.” And that did it. I collapsed into my old friend’s arms and sobbed. We walked back to the tree and I told him everything that had happened. He kept going in and out of focus because my eyes couldn’t stay dry. He listened intently and once I had finished I moved the hair out of my face and wiped my eyes on my sweatshirt. Then he said “Hey. It’s going to be okay. Let me take you to get a coffee or something and warm you up. Then we can decide what you want to do from there.” And I shook my head yes. To be honest I was freezing. The old grey sweatshirt I had on didn’t have much wear in it anymore. My butt was wet from the melting dew on the grass and my sneakers were covered in wet grass.

I picked up my stuff and we walked across the street to his beautiful red truck. I climbed into the passenger seat. And he jumped into the driver’s seat and we drove off. I didn’t know what was going to happen or what I was going to do. I just knew someday and somehow I was going to find out who I was. No matter what.

 

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My story for Rachel’s contest

Hey y’all! So the creator of the Author’s Press blog, Rachel Vincent *gives round of applause* is holding a writing/photography contest. I entered and so here is my story for her contest, Enjoy!

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I held the frostbitten flower to my chest. “Get out of my house right now!” I had heard loud screams of that nature for about an hour now. My mom and dad were fighting, AGAIN. It could be a soft and peaceful morning, like today, with chilly wind and frozen dew on the grass, everything would seem perfect. I would perform my daily routine to get ready for school and hope and pray that my parents wouldn’t fight today. But, despite my prayers and hopes they would always fight. Sometimes they would fight for so long I’d have to call my best friend, Lizzie to pick me up and take me to school. Most people hate highschool, and trust me I’m not to fond of it myself, but it beats having to stay home and listen to arguing for hours upon hours.

As I held the frozen flower to my chest tears streamed down my face, and you could see my heavily panting breath in the air. I was tired of it. Today was the day. I was finally going to speak up and tell my parents how I felt. I would finally tell them to quit arguing. I made my way up the brick porch steps and I inched closer to the door, while the screams kept growing in volume. I reached my shaking hand out for the door knob and I was just about to twist it when I heard, “Why don’t we have money in the bank Jen? Is it because that stupid teenage daughter of mine keeps spending so much on clothes?” I looked down at my attire, leggings, an old/grey sweatshirt, boots that were too tight, and socks that were barely white anymore. Yep, that was definitely why we didn’t have money in our account. “Rob, I wish you would stop blaming her! It’s your own fault we have no money in our account. Everyday you come home, grab my keys, and you take the car off to the casino to gamble and drink all our money away!” Mom spoke truth.

I leaned my ear closer to the door. School didn’t start for 45 more mins, I had time. “My daughter is the reason all of our money is gone! She’s always going out with friends!” Well let me see, the last time I went anywhere with Lizzie was about 9 months ago. She would always invite me along to other events, but with barely enough money to live on, I would always decline. I didn’t want Lizzie to keep paying for me, she had already done enough. Mom apparently stood there stunned at what she had heard because she didn’t retort at first. Then I heard her whisper something. Dad heard it too and he yelled “For God sake speak up woman!” And she did. She exclaimed “You want me to speak up? You want me to speak up Rob? Then fine. I want you to stop saying things that are untrue!” “And what might those things be Jen?” “Stop calling Hunter your daughter! She isn’t your daughter!” I stood there stunned. I had heard enough. I bust in the door with tears streaming down my face. “Mom?”, I cried. She couldn’t find the words to say, “Sweetie… I, I, I can explain.” But I didn’t want her to explain. The horrible man who I thought was my father, wasn’t. And who knows maybe my mother wasn’t really my mother! I ran out the door, fumbled down the steps, grabbed my backpack lying on the grass, and I picked up the little frozen flower. Nobody knew who I was. Nobody knew what I was. And worst of all, I didn’t even know who or what I was. But somehow and someday I was determined to find out. No matter what.

Hoped you enjoyed it!

A Short Story

Salutations!

Ok, today I will not post about 4Ever Fantastic Friends because…. Well, I just wanna.

Alright let’s begin with my short story. It is called…

How “Innocent” Fairytale Characters Act

Hi there, person. My name is- wait, you don’t need to know that. All you need to know is that I am the narrator of this story/tour.

Today’s tour will be to famous fairytale characters’ homes and see how they acted. Please hop in this time machine.

FIRST STOP: Cinderella’s old house.

Here, you can see Cinderella defying her stepmother’s orders. As a result, she had to do chores. Not because she was mean to her.

“Cinderella, be dear and go down to the store and buy  a clove of garlic. The maid is very sick,” the stepmother called.

“No!” Cinderella spat. “Make the twins get it.”

“Please dear…” the stepmother begged. “The twins are studying.”

“I am too! Look, I’m reading!” Cinderella flung her book across the room.

“Yes, I can see,” her stepmother sighed. “Please don’t throw books.”

Cinderella rolled her eyes. “Please don’t throw books,” she mimicked.

“CINDERELLA! THAT IS THE LIMIT! SINCE THE MAID IS NOT HERE, SCRUB THE FLOORS!”

Ok, time to step away before we see any thing PG rated.

NEXT STOP: Belle in the Beast’s castle

Belle is the Beauty in Beauty and the Beast.

This is her character before she becomes a princess. In the Beast’s castle.

Beast: Do join me for dinner…

Belle: NO!

Beast: Why? *almost crying*

Belle: You’re ugly.

Beast: *burst into tears*

Belle: CRYBABY!

See? This is what happens when you are spoiled. Time for our final stop.

LAST STOP: Jack and Jill

Jack went tumbling down the hill. Why? Did he just break his crown? NO.

Jack was murdered by his very own twin sister.

Jill has been very jealous of Jack because he has been always getting attention as he is the eldest and always better at everything.

On the hill, Jack is lowering the bucket into the well. Jill creeps up behind him and slits his throat with a knife. With a yell, Jack drops the bucket, trips over a rock, and rolls down the hill. Jill smiles happily. But what she doesn’t know is that the well is magical and can sense danger. So the bucket flies out and hits her on the head. She K.O’s and rolls down the hill after her brother.

That concludes our tour. Thank you.

 

So how did you like it?! I thought it was pretty cool! Which is your favourite interpretation of the characters?

Scenery Sign Off

 

Dry Throat

Hey hey hey!!!! Its meeeeee! I can’t write for too long today, because I need to eat dinner soon and do some homework. But anyways…

Today, I’m going to be telling a short story. This short story is not part of the other short story series which will be “launched” next week. (By the way, my short stories series names and details and will be coming out next week! That’s a promise!) Kindly do not get confused.

So, without further ado, I present to you…

Dry Throat

Silence floated through the atmosphere.

What was happening? I wondered. One minute I was running through the forest playing catch with my best friend hot on my heels, the next minute, silence filled the air so thick, I couldn’t even hear my own panting. It was deafening.

Hey! I wanted to yell. Where’s everyone?! Hello?!

I wanted to say these words so bad, I began to tear. Where were my friends? There were at least ten of them, in total. Now not a single one of them appeared.

Maybe I should go back, I thought. Maybe they will be waiting there. Maybe I have won. Maybe they have started another game. 

I wiped my tears and quickly retraced my steps. The silence followed me like a dark and sober cloud.

I re-entered the clearing which my friends and I had started playing games from. But no one was in sight.

They’ll come back, I thought confidently, and sat down to wait.

What if they won’t? another voice in me asked.

They’ve got to, I thought. I mean, We’re good friends and we stand by each other.

I can tell they’ve deserted you. The voice started sounding spooky. The word deserted pierced me.

I pushed the voice away and continued staring at the grass.

Twenty minutes later, the deafening silence had left and normal silence was back. Birds sang, bees buzzed and trees swayed in the wind. My friends had not returned.

I stood up and looked around. “OI!” I hollered as loud as I could. “I’m here, you know! You guys can come out now!!!!”

No answer. I sat back down and began to sing.

An hour later, I started feeling woozy. I began to sway lightly.

Help! I cried silently.

The lack of water (I hadn’t drunk for two hours and the heat was penetrating through my skull) and the singing had caused this.

As I began to fall to the ground, I heard voices. The voices of tweens and teens. They were my friends.

I stood up like a drunkard. At last! I wanted to cry out, but fainted before I could do so.

 

As I hit the ground, I sat blot upright in bed, sweating like crazy. I was at home.

Silly me. It was just a dream.

But as I reached for my water bottle on my side table, I realised I had a dry and thirsty throat.

THE END

 

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God Bless You!

~ PenelopeCrumb 😀

TPPWC

Hey y’all! Most of y’all probably already know, but if not…

The creator of Author’s Press, Rachel, has another blog: http://www.nancydrewblogforyou.wordpress.com

Well she is having a contest. It’s called; The Prettiest pen writing contest. And I along with IzzyPopcorn and MaryLouise are on Team Panda!

We have to use certain sentences in our short story we come up with. Two for extra points.

So here is my story:

I was always alone in life. Not so much when I was little. I saw light and shapes. I saw the birds and the trees. I saw the freshest flowers and the most delicious pies. I saw the puffy white clouds and the fluttering butterflies. I saw my family, which I only had for a little while. Who, I could only see for a little while.

The birds and the animals were always my friends. I would come home from school, drop my glasses on the table and run outside and smell the fresh air. See the green trees and blue sky. And I would play with my friends. I was always called “Four eyes” because of my glasses. So the only true friends I had were the animals. Then mother would yell for me to come inside. I would go, reluctantly, and scrub the shop’s floors, and tables. I would count the money in the register, and the stock. Then I would be so tired I just collapse on my bed. “Working hard makes a good shopkeeper”, “A healthy girl makes a good shopkeeper”, mother would say.

Doctors visits were a regular thing with mother. “We must make sure you are healthy”, “The healthy girl makes a good shopkeeper”. She didn’t want a daughter, just an assistant.

But strangely, the world grew darker each day and mother talked less and less to me each day. My animal friend’s once vibrant color’s faded. The black board at school became harder to see. Even the blue sky started to appear gray. She couldn’t bear to tell me what the doctors had told her. She didn’t have the nerve to look at me. She couldn’t even tell her own daughter that:

She was going blind.

One day I couldn’t see anything. I screamed, I cried, I yelled. No objects were visible, the people were gone, my bedroom was a dark cell. All light was gone, all hope had faded, all the faces of the world were just cold dark voices. The buildings and trees I couldn’t see. All I saw was black. Cold, dark black. It was like a never ending night. Mother’s face was just a voice coming from the corner. I couldn’t look into the mirror. I couldn’t see what was for breakfast. The colors and adventure the world had once been so full of, were gone. The green of the grass, the blue of the sky, the purple of the lilacs, the white of the linens, were all black. All dark. The animals which I had once played and looked at for hours, were gone. I even shined a flashlight into my eyes, and I couldn’t even see that. I couldn’t see them. I couldn’t see anything. I couldn’t breathe in my everlasting cell of darkness.

Mother always wanted a strong girl so she could raise her up to take over the family business. A healthy one. But, I was healthy! I just couldn’t see anything. Nothing. Not even my own hand in front of my face. I was blind and mother had to accept that. I could still work. Still make a good shopkeeper.

Mother just took me, just thought of me as a sack. A dumb old sack with holes. It could hold nothing, it was good for nothing but to be thrown away. And that’s what she did.

She dumped me on a street on a cold and I think rainy day. I could feel the hard cement of the sidewalk and the hardness of my mother’s heart. I called to her to come back. I cried for her not to leave me. I told her I could be a good daughter and shop keeper. I cried, I begged, I begged her to look into the face of her daughter and show love. But I couldn’t see if she cried or laughed at me. I couldn’t see her resentment or her obligation to leave me. Hot tears continued to stream down my face. I was soaked to the bone with rain, I shivered from the cold of the rain and the darkness of my sight.  The world was dark. She was dark. The sky once blue, was black. The flowers once pink, were black. My favorite yellow dress that I always wore, was black. Even my red hair, was black. I couldn’t see the people walking by, or the cars on the street. I couldn’t see the rain clouds or the birds taking shelter.

I couldn’t see, and that’s what she hated me for. I wasn’t healthy enough to be a shopkeeper. And apparently not good enough to be her daughter.

And with that she walked into the rain and didn’t look back. And that was the last time anyone ever saw her. The last time I ever saw her.

 

Hope you enjoyed!

~cupcakegirl10