A Unicorns Revolution.

And this is how it all started.

            It was the unicorns that told her so. It was also the unicorns that started all this. I suppose that’s how once upon a time started. If there was ever a once upon a time…

            It was a normal day for everyone. The pixies were flitting about the flowers with the butterflies and the bees. The trolls and goblins fighting over whose food are whose, and others.  It was just another normal day for the seelie and unseelie. No one appeared to be bored, but that seemed to be the problem for one seelie. This is where the story starts, my dear readers, and unreaders, with that bored seelie. And it wasn’t just any seelie, oh no, it was a special one in fact it was the unicorn prince. He was sweet but conceited, nice and yet demanding, smart as well as just plain. It was just a regular day, his tutor dismissing him early so she can ‘correct’ some papers.  And that left him nothing to do, before he had to go do his princely appointments. So he- let’s call him Nord shall we- got an idea and that was to slip out of the palace grounds. Only problem was that, since the unicorns were at the top of the animal kingdom, it was nearly impossible to come in, or out of the palace grounds. In fact, my dear readers and unreaders, it would take up to a week or two just to get in, even if you were royalty. They check your pockets, your clothes, everything that you have with you, and then they make you take about a dozen tests about who knows what!

            After a week of analyzing your results, they tell you if you’re on the okay to go in, but that would mean more checking your pockets. It’s especially a hassle if you were just going to go in for one day. Once you get out though more searches and tests, and all the while if you weren’t important enough to stay at the palace you would be in the between. Where you’re in between to go home and your destination which is the palace, all the while you’re waiting to get out. But Nord didn’t have to wait a week or two, oh no, he knew ways to get out. Ways that was never ever used by anyone else, except for him. And that was tunnel systems which he made himself, hidden behind the most ordinariest of the ordinary furniture that no one would ever think of going there. In fact, one of them was the light switch in his room. On first thought if you flick it on and off it, looks normal, but the screw under it is password protected. Just flick it on, swipe your finger (if you have Nord’s hoof print that is), and just wait ten seconds, then a hole appears on the floor. Jump in before the full twenty seconds is up. And that’s what he did.

            Only once he got down, there was something odd. And in a trance like motion, he walked down to one of the farthest doors, the one that leads right up to a pond in the forest just a bit outside the palace. He paused right outside the door, frowning a bit, then shrugged not really caring now. He turned the knob, stepping through the threshold instantly right besides the pond. He didn’t have to turn around to close it behind him, it just automatically did it for him, and how could you anyways, if the door just simply disappeared? Well that’s what it did, and Nord saw a crying little elf at the far edge of the pond. He walked up to her, and without a word hugged her, which was a bit hard considering that he didn’t have hands. She didn’t stop crying, in fact, it looked like she barely noticed at all. And with silent words passing between them, he instantly knew what to do, as well as her. Now that’s probably how once upon a revolution started. 

The War of P.E

While I was walking around the gym with my friends (couldn't sit down, and I didn't feel like playing any of the three different sports). We nearly got hit with a soccer ball with a couple of times. Once or twice with a basketball, and not much with an hockey puck. It reminded me of dodge ball, which I'm glad we didn't do yet...

Balls flying, kids running, and screams were heard everywhere.

This was the war of P.E.

            It all started with a ‘simple’ game of dodge ball, which still hasn’t stopped. So far, the score was 101-95, and I was on the losing side. Food was hard to come by, and it was only for the survivors. The people that couldn’t get out the door each day simply didn’t eat. There always seemed to be an unlimited amount of balls. Each time they replace it, well let’s just say it wasn’t regular nerf balls anymore. But it was starting to turn into light wooden balls; soon it might turn into light metal balls. The winners, gets the best protection, while the losers gets the remains. Bruises were starting to become a regular thing.

            Each and every day, everyone goes to school to get ready for another war of dodge ball. Each and every day, they say we’re learning math and all that, but it seemed more like a game of survival. Plus more like training to be a soldier. Once the clock ticks down to three o’clock, we’re free to go. Go home to our ‘tents’ and tell our parents of the news that was happening on the war each day. And if some of us were lucky, we might get sponsored, or at least given some money, so we can bribe the principal not to let us play today’s game. It usually worked, but it usually meant having to work in the infirmary to treat the person that has the most serious bruise. Rarely was there anyone with a broken arm or leg. If there was, the person responsible for it was thrown into jail for a couple of days. Only were they allowed to get out to go home, to get his or her parents to sign the paper saying what he or she done.

            There was just one rule and that was survive, which I should be doing right now. Currently I’m hiding behind the bleachers, which are where the minor injuries are treated, as well as the people who got out for that round. I should be out there right now, throwing balls, trying to win for my team, but I couldn’t because I have a secret to tell. A secret that I shall burn up just as soon as school lets out for the day. A secret that none of my team members should know. And that is…

            I love one of the peoples on the enemy’s side.

A person, I shall not name just in case someone happens to pick up the paper I was writing. And it is a person that is one of the strongest of them all. And a person that was dead set on killing me, or at least making me severely injured so I can’t play for the rest of the year. And he seemed like the type of person willing to get expelled for it as well.

            But why?

            

What I wish would happen in math

This is the Friday story which I forget to post. But I have an excuse, that's not crazy but practical. I accidentally left it in my locker over the weekend. So, I couldn't post on Friday, sorry. But here it is this by the way is fictional, but I did wish it happened in math.

Math it was two hours worth.

“Bleh,” I mutter quietly to myself. As I take a surprise pop quiz, to which I only knew half the answers to.

Why?

Why?

Why?

The question floats in my head as I fill in the rest of the bubbles. I just wished something anything happened. An angry vengeful gorilla that escaped from a crazy zoo. Aliens that were travelling the universe, somehow found Earth, and just decided to explore. Heck, I would even go for the world, exploding now.

If only…

“Oh baby, you’re a firework!” I jerk back to reality and see a guy by the windows standing on his chair. His eyes were closed, and his were wrapped around his pencil as if it was a microphone. I started laughing along with everyone else, reminding me of the people on American Idol. And yet, he didn’t notice it, he just continued singing, I watched noticing the enthusiasm in his body gesture, the way he flounces about. It reminded me of my paintings, of how I viewed the world in serious black and white, to colorful fun colors. I smile, as he finishes the song, clapping along with everyone else.

“You rock!” I yell to him, wondering if he heard it. He must have, once he got back into his seat, his cheeks flushed, and a huge smile on his face. This was probably the best thing that happened in math class. It was too bad, the teacher decided to give us more work after that, but it would always be fixed up by his singing.

Still it was more work…

I am not a nugget

Please don't read this story if you are a vegetarian, or a vegan, because it might offend you. And no, I'm not trying to hurt your feelings. So I apologize in advance if you find this offensive.
I got the idea off of one of the peta stickers my friend gave to me, and well before I knew it my pencil started to fly off. And plus, I was a bit hungry, since I didn't eat breakfast.

“I am not a nugget,” said the chick from the peta commercial. I sigh and turn off the TV sick and tired of the revolution. And sick and tired of starving myself of the yummy proteins, all the time. My stomach makes one of its usual growls, demanding something chewier, and… fleshy. I begin to close my eyes, and for a minute, just a minute I can almost taste an original hot dog from New York. The ones that just pop out juice when you bite into it, melting your mouth with its yumminess; and for a minute, I thought I can smell one in my mind, looking so tangible…

My stomach growls again, bringing me back into the cold hard world of reality. I sigh and wonder who the heck decided to start the stupid anti-meat revolution anyways. It was obviously someone who hated meat so much, that… I sigh, anger starting to flood through me. My hands were cold white fists, ready to punch the first person that comes in. I hear a rustle from outside, and a shadow passes by the window. It looked oddly human, most likely mother.

“Flesh is for zombies,” I mutter under my breath. “And meat is for survival,” I say back. Just then, an idea popped into my meat hungry thoughts. My mouth started to form a smile, as my brain shows me the plan. Because starting right now, I am going to…

“Bring… The… old… ways… back,” I say to myself, stuttering over the words. And my stomach growled, not in protest but this time in agreement. 

Once upon a cupcake....

Here's the story, that doesn't really involve cupcakes (I just included the word in there because I was reading the Cupcake Queen again). But this is a fairy tale, that I forgot how it came to me. Well kind of like a fairy tale... School was actually pretty good, minus the fact that I got more math homework. Well I'm going to stop rambling, and posting the story up now.

Once upon a cupcake kind of time, in a land that isn’t so very far away. There was a queen named Valeria, who ruled a kingdom called Boredom. And in Boredom, you just do well boring stuff, with boring people. There weren’t really any exciting things going on in their lives, well maybe getting a foreclosure… There were never any wars, because the neighboring kingdoms thought they were too tedious to fight. Even no one came into the kingdom, because he or she would think that once he or she leaves, he or she would become just as boring him or herself. And not any of the natives themselves would dare leave.

Till

            One

                        Day…

“Hey do you want to go exploring today?” asks Jenna, again, day after day for the last five years. And day after day, I would always decline her, because the woods seemed boring to go in. With nothing ever stirring at the edges, and nothing even coming out.

I sigh about to say the same thing again, “I do-”

“Wait, a minute before you say anything, just here me out,” she says cutting m off. I nod, not really caring about what’s going to come next, but I didn’t really want to go back to working with the smoldering fire. “Okay…” she says trailing off.

“Go on,” I reply in my monotone voice. Everything seemed dull and gray, even Jenna seemed boring, with her brown hair in irregular curls, her tiny straight nose, and the unnatural rose in her cheeks. Even her eyes were a bit unusually green, with some seriousness mixed in and something else, something irregular.

“Okay, if you’re wondering why, I only ask you the same question everyday…” I start to zone out, my eyes were starting to droop, nothing but smoke seemed to be in my mind all day. “Hello Mangus? Are you listening to me?” I shake my head and start to pay attention to her. Giving her the attention as if she was another costumer, and not some girl, that I don’t really consider my friend…

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” she sighs a bit irritated, “back to the point the only reason why I ask the same question every day and not someone else, is…. Well…” I star to zone out again, not really noticing her nervousness. “IsthatI’mgettingmarriedtothejerkprincebutIdon’twantto, andplusyouseemfuntobearoundwith.And…” she says in a breath, jerking me awake.

“Huh?” I ask confused by what she meant. But I was starting to pay attention, really pay attention. There was a strange feeling coursing through me, and it almost reminded me of that one person long ago, that visited Boredom. He was trying to sell some substance, and he tested it on himself, and… happiness seemed to flood him. This feeling was like happiness, but different somehow… and yet a teensy bit familiar.

“So do you want to go exploring today?” she asks, pretending that she didn’t say what she just said before.

“Yes,” I say surprising myself, some strange feeling flooding through me, and through her eyes as well.

“Okay we start today…”

To be continued? 

A kiss?

I am tired today, I nearly fell asleep in my class after lunch. Sure the guy is cool and all, but why talk about stuff that we already know. Well I'm rambling again, here is today's story. School isn't much inspiration, tomorrow I should ask my friends what I should write about they are random... used to, or it's hidden. Well I'm rambling again, this time here's the story.

It all started with a soda pop incident. Then a kick and a fight which ended with a kiss; then that just resulted us to go back to normal, which was ignoring each other. And yet as I’m starting it…

“Hello? Are you in there, Bradon?” asks my only friend who happens to be a geek. I shake my head, trying hard to ignore the nostalgia that is starting to form in the pit of my stomach. “You know, a flying trombone is heading towards you right now, and if you don’t open your eyes you’re not going to dodge it in time.” I do as he says, and find that there’s no trombone anywhere, just blue skies, and the regular outside world. It was as usual at this time of day, filled with noise, and smells of the lunches from the school. I can see my friend’s concerned face out of the corner of my eyes, I force a smile so he won’t get too much concerned.

“It was nothing, I was just thinking about the… homework we had to do for Aulexim’s,” I lie.

“Yeah right,” and out of the corner of my eye I see him smirking. “You were thinking about her again, weren’t you,” and I couldn’t help but blush, as it was true. We lapsed into silence, and I could tell that a plan was forming in his mind. But before I can ask him about it, he helped me up and literally dragged me across the grass and into the school garden before pushing me so I fell. By the time I got up, he was just gone. It was as if a ghost was just here. I chuckle quietly dusting myself off, and was about to turn myself around to walk back to the lunchroom when I heard a noise behind me, I pause and slowly turning around, only to find… nothing.

“What are you doing here?” growls a familiar voice behind me. The hairs on my neck were tingling, as fear were spreading up to settle on my body, and yet my heart was pounding, my stomach in pleasant twists. I don’t bothering to turn around, because I’ll most likely get slugged. And hard.

“I was just... looking around; you know to enjoy the scenery. I’m going to leave now,” I say, smirking a teensy bit. Turning left, and, putting a foot forward, then another and another, till I was walking back towards the lunchroom.

“No wait!” I stop, not daring to turn around. I hold my breath waiting for her to catch up with me. The grass making a soft thumping sound, for every step she takes; till she was standing in front of me, an apology in her brown eyes. We were just a couple of inches apart, most likely a foot (once you start hanging around a geek a lot you start to calculate everything, which is a bit annoying.) We didn’t say anything; it was just the small breeze, making me smell her natural earthy perfume. It made my heart almost pop out of my chest.

“Well what?” and I was surprised that the words came out bitter instead of curious. The apology was replaced with hardness, as she shakes her head slowly as if waking up from a dream.

“I was just going to apologize, but guess that’s not worth is,” she says starting to walk off haughtily.

“Wait,” I say surprising both her and myself as I catch up to her, and take her hand and turn her around.

“What?” and this time she says it with such tenderness, that if possible would make me melt into a slushy love struck puddle.  

“It’s just that I forgive you for your apology, and this,” and before neither of us can object I start to kiss her on the mouth. She didn’t try to pull away, and neither did I. This was unlike the first time, when she was so surprised she didn’t kiss me back till the last minute only to pull away. This was lingering, and soft. Once we pulled apart to take a deep breath, we both knew one thing.

Love. 

The Girl with the Notebook

It's short, and not really a story, and it was hard to think of since it is the first day of school and all that. And it didn't storm, and don't think it's about me because it isn't. Well here it goes.
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It was the first day of school, again. The sky was dark and stormy; it was almost like the sea itself, this time it was in anger. The wind whipped violently, and the students talked huddled together to get warm. It was freezing and yet the teachers weren’t willing to let in the students just yet. But that didn’t demolish the back to school spirit. Friends hug each other, and yell each other names. Talking about how their summer went and how they have missed each other. The loners and the newbies stand alone, some scared and very shy, others determined to make friends with as bunch as unfamiliar faces as they can. And through it, all was a girl with a blue notebook writing it all down.

“Tall, blonde, and beautiful,” they say about her. And yet she hasn’t made many friends.

“She was made to be a cheerleader,” whispered some of the other students, and yet she was a determined journalist. Sure, she has money, but not popularity. She has brains and yet no dates. And yet she didn’t really care about all that, in her own way she was content. She has no serious drama or some sort of trouble in her life. She has a handful of close friends she can trust all her secrets to, she doesn’t get picked on or do anything stupid.

And

Yet

One

Day…

She just became depressed. Trying hard to suppress suicidal thoughts, only to have it haunt her sleep. She always has to keep up a façade, always having to suppress the urge to grab the nearest sharp object. And all just because of a guy, that broke her heart. And make her

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Hello

It is Stacy, aka 1018mockingjay, aka Jay. And today, well technically tomorrow since that's when school starts for me. I shall post a story that I wrote in school today, that has to be around a hundred words and up. It cannot be a poem. And I shall do that for all 170ish days.
So I made a blog about it, and I'm going to need your guys help to encourage me. I know I cannot post everyday because of schoolwork, or sometimes I forget, but hey at least I'm trying. And I've had this idea for about a week, and I think it's a really good idea. Well now I'm rambling.
Okay practically much I just post a story per school day. Simple, right?
Well see ya, and I'll try to get the first story up tomorrow. Even if it is suckish.