The 9/22/11

The last one, that I just posted was for yesterday, which I didn't have time to post because of school and stuff. Well here is today's story.

            “Hey wait up,” I said trying to catch up to Jenna. We were over the boundary line of the kingdom, Boredom. And for once in my whole life did I realize just how much of the world there really is. And I was just bored to actually want to learn about it all. The green tress loomed up around us, and each green leaf, every crawling and flying insect, each blade of grass opened my eyes a bit more to what’s really around me. The longer, I stayed out here, the more I’ll most likely become less boring, and more… adventurous. And I had a small feeling that I’ll actually like being non-boring.

            “Oh come on Mangus, you slow poke!” she yelled back at me, but at least stopping, so I can catch up. I roll my eyes, and tediously hop over the stones, that are around us, wanting a bit to irritate her. “Oh come on! You know we don’t have much time!” I sigh and hops off the stone I was just on, and run up to her.

            “There you happy now?” I ask. She nods, and was about to take off, before I grab her hand.

            “Now what is it this time?” she sighs, a whiny edge to her voice. But at least she didn’t pull away, but I did. For some reason the longer I was out in the forest with her, away from Boredom, I was starting to really feel some stuff that I never thought was possible. Even my heart was quickly beating not really knowing the answer to it as well. I was starting to miss the numb feeling I had while in Boredom, at least everything was typical. “Mangus, are you okay? You’re zoning out again,” she says bringing me back to reality.

            “Uhhh, yeah I am I was just… umm, thinking. So where are we going anyways?” I say quickly, a small unknown flush crawling up my neck.

            “Somewhere,” was simply all she said.

            “Umm, okay. And when are we going to go back?” there was an unknown longing in my voice, which I tediously found odd.

            “Soon,” she said, and then she took off running, while I tried to catch up to her. It felt like hours later when we reached our destination, even though it was most likely a few minutes. I stop and look around, the trees tall loom over us, but farther away, for in front of me was a big clear body of water. It was a quarter of the town square. Still it was pretty, and it aroused a feeling that was most likely excitement deep inside of me.

            “Where are we?” I ask, noticing a small disturbance in the pond.

            “Mangus, welcome to the place I like to explore,” she says squeezing my hand tightly. I nodded, walking a few steps closer to the pond the disturbance looked like diamonds. And I needed diamonds.

            You’re such an idiot! You don’t need diamonds, you’re already plenty content with what you have! My brain was yelling to my body, but my body didn’t listen. If I reach far enough, I might be able to stop it.

            “Mangus, don’t you dare…” she was trailing off; I can feel something tugging me back. But I wasn’t listening; I reached the edge, and quickly scooped down to touch the diamond. That was bad, because I felt myself being thrown about; I look around and see Jenna doing the same. An angry expression was on her face. I shrug helplessly, but before I can say anything, a pair of unnaturally bright light was flashing into my eyes. And instantly I knew that we weren’t in the forest or even in Boredom, but somewhere else entirely different.

           

            “Umm, are you awake Bradon?” asks Katy gently poking me. And I don’t bother to wake up, because I had a feeling that there was also someone else on the stage, someone unexpected. 

Human Again

Yesterday, I was a bit tired to write, but here it is today. A Saturday which certainly wasn't a school day, but at least I felt like typing it up onto my computer, and posting it here. How ironic, I didn't post my story up last Friday as well, let's hope it won't turn into a daily thing. And p.s there's 170 more stories left till next summer, for those of you curious how many stories are left. (180ish stories in all, for 180 school days for me)

            Tacos again

            Pizza again    

            Subway again for lunch.

Human again, wasn’t at all I expected to be. Oh being human again for five weeks, was all head over heels confusing. In fact, it was probably easier being an immortal beast for the last three centuries, than being a pitiful mortal human. At least then, I had claws and teeth to defend myself from danger, here being human again, you had feeble hands that wasn’t even strong enough to defend a person from a carriage car attack. I shuddered at the memory that was from a month ago, a memory of when I have finally gotten out of that musty, safe castle. It was then that I learned how the world changed, into something more technological advanced, dirtier, as well as scary. It was also then, that I knew I was like everyone else, more fragile, making it easier for death to access you from all sides. I sigh, as I stuff down the strange chips with yucky toppings, in which Mari(belle) had called nachos. She must have noticed, for then she stopped talking to her never-ending gabbing friend, and looked up at me, concern in her pretty blue eyes.

“What’s wrong, Trev?” she asks in her quiet yet clear voice. It was a bit hard to hear her voice, since the lunchroom was a clamorous place, full of danger everywhere and yet no matter where we were, she was the only voice I can hear.

“Nothing,” I say stuffing another chip into my mouth, even though I wasn’t that hungry. She just looked up at me, a persistent look in her eyes, as she knew there was a lot going on in my thoughts that didn’t mean the word nothing. I sigh again, and resist the urge to play with her golden honey hair, which would as usual annoy her a bit. So I concluded to tell her what’s in my head. “I was just thinking about how feeble it is being human again,” I say quietly so no one around us can guess at the meaning of my words. Only two other people in the world know the truth and that is her and Mrs. Johnson. She sighs, and without words her eyes tells me that I’m just being silly, and that being human again isn’t feeble. Then with my eyes, I tell her to remember the car accident. She visibly grimaced, and then afterwards gave me a sheepish grin.

“See I told you so,” I say mussing up her hair. She rolled her eyes and unconsciously started to put her hair back into place.

“It would explain why the need to have weapons. Since we’re lacking some ourselves.”

“Weapons that are easier to carry around if it’s naturally part of your body,” I say back remembering my claws. And how useful it would have been at the accident.

“Yeah, if only everyone had that around,” she says reading my mind.

“If only this was a fairy tale,” I whisper a bit wistfully.

“A Grimm Brother’s fairy tale, one that has you.” I smile, and grab her hand and as quick as lightning pull her in for a quick kiss before anyone of the nosy teachers can catch us.

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. 

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?