Warning to all you Lord of the Rings fanatics: I am REALLY changing the story! Don't get miffed at me, please. It is just a story, right? Thanks :-)
Renae was walking through a charming little town called the 'shire'. She was glad to finally reach civilization again, even though it did seem a bit primitive. The way to the shire was even a longer way to walk than the Red-Brick Road. Renae's feet were aching, and she yearned for a hot meal.
She had been eating off of berry-bushes on the way, which was not very sustaining. It was a good thing that she had bought a lot of beef-jerky and some other provisions at the Great Wal-mart. Also, she had bought a back-pack to put her things in, such as a rain poncho, a scarf, her wallet, and other essentials.
Renae stepped into a merry little salloon, 'The Green Dragon'. She ordered a meal and a warm drink and enjoyed watching the towns-people -- who, for some reason, were mostly very short -- laugh and sing a few songs on while standing on tabletops. After she had eaten, she stepped outside, where night was just falling. She spent the night at an inn and set off again the next day.
***
Renae stumbled again. She didn't ever think she'd get used to these horrible, rocky terrains. It had been nine days since her cozy dinner at The Green Dragon, and she felt as though this journey was her whole life; as if she'd never known anything else. It felt so long since she had been living a comfortable life back in her house in front of the woods. There was a little hole in the window in her room of the house that let in drafts. She was even missing that little house-hole, and not for the last time, either.
Suddenly, there was the sound of a long, tortured scream: "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" It was the worst sound that Renae had heard in her life. Then, a terrible shrimpy, gaunt creature jumped out at her and started to point his skinny little finger at her, shrieking, "Hobbitses! There it is! It's a stranger, isn't it precious!"
Two short little men, like the ones in the saloon, emerged from the brambles and the pudgier of the two scolded the creature for being so foolish.
Renae was not very shocked. Encounters like this were starting to become routine.
"We're horribly sorry miss," said the pudgy one. "This here monster's a bit of a loony." The thinner shorty, 'Mr. Frodo', apparently, and stepped in front of Pudgy.
"Noooo, Sam. It's my burden to bear, Sam," he said in a melancholy, monotone voice. And then he said it again, and again, and again.
Renae bent over to Pudgy, or 'Sam' as he was called, and whispered, "Is Mr. Frodo a 'bit of a loony' as well?"
Sam nodded. "I'm afraid he's been goin' on like this for several hours. The only thing that works to temporarily cure 'im is to hit 'im over the head with a frying pan. But I've been lettin' it go for a while, because when he isn't actin' all crazy like this, he's makin' me carry all of our stuff, every last pot."
Renae looked at Frodo, and then at the ugly little beast, and then she turned back to Sam.
"So basically," she said. "What you're telling me is that you're the only sane one here."
Sam nodded. "Until I hit Mr. Frodo over the head with my pan that is. You look lost. If you like, you can ask that little monster over there for directions, although I don't know if you should trust him. However, he does know the area quite well."
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Tuesday, November 29, 2011
The (Perhaps) Never-Ending Story Part 8
Scarecrow stared with wonder at a shiny, new drain in his straw hands.
Mr. Steel was feeling quite intellectual as he fingered his new chart lovingly.
Howard was smacking his lips at the sight of an instant-porridge-kit.
Renae, though pleased with her friend's satasfaction, was impatient to be moving on.
"Let's go," she said, dragging them out of their stupors. "I'd like to be moving on. This is a big department store, and it could take us a little while to find what I need to get home."
" 'Dat's true enough, sistah," replied Howard. "But do youse even know what you needs?"
Renae shrugged. "I was thinking some kind of map, perhaps."
"Well, hey! You don't even need to buy anything, Renae!" The Scarecrow was beaming with the genius of his realization. "There's a big map mounted--"
Suddenly, everything stopped. Scarecrow had paused in the middle of his statement with his mouth open, fellow shoppers had stopped dead in their tracks, and nobody could move a muscle for a grand total of 6.85643 seconds. Then everyone was moving again as normal; it was over. For the next seventy-two seconds, that is.
Hence the title, 'The Great Wal-Mart of Pause'
Mr. Steel sniffed in some agitation. "That's getting really annoying. You were saying, Scarecrow?"
"I was saying that Renae doesn't have to buy anything because there is a great big map mounted at the front of the store."
So that's where they headed, and when they had finally found it (they had gotten lost several times), Renae took a good long look at that map. She then was wide-eyed. From where they were, Renae's house appeared to be on the other end of the world.
So, after a little bit of hyper-ventilating, she began the long journey home.
Her friends couldn't come; they had things they had to do back at their homes. Renae was alone.
Three days of walking brought her to a sign in the road that told her she was going the right way. It said, "Three miles to the Shire".
Mr. Steel was feeling quite intellectual as he fingered his new chart lovingly.
Howard was smacking his lips at the sight of an instant-porridge-kit.
Renae, though pleased with her friend's satasfaction, was impatient to be moving on.
"Let's go," she said, dragging them out of their stupors. "I'd like to be moving on. This is a big department store, and it could take us a little while to find what I need to get home."
" 'Dat's true enough, sistah," replied Howard. "But do youse even know what you needs?"
Renae shrugged. "I was thinking some kind of map, perhaps."
"Well, hey! You don't even need to buy anything, Renae!" The Scarecrow was beaming with the genius of his realization. "There's a big map mounted--"
Suddenly, everything stopped. Scarecrow had paused in the middle of his statement with his mouth open, fellow shoppers had stopped dead in their tracks, and nobody could move a muscle for a grand total of 6.85643 seconds. Then everyone was moving again as normal; it was over. For the next seventy-two seconds, that is.
Hence the title, 'The Great Wal-Mart of Pause'
Mr. Steel sniffed in some agitation. "That's getting really annoying. You were saying, Scarecrow?"
"I was saying that Renae doesn't have to buy anything because there is a great big map mounted at the front of the store."
So that's where they headed, and when they had finally found it (they had gotten lost several times), Renae took a good long look at that map. She then was wide-eyed. From where they were, Renae's house appeared to be on the other end of the world.
So, after a little bit of hyper-ventilating, she began the long journey home.
Her friends couldn't come; they had things they had to do back at their homes. Renae was alone.
Three days of walking brought her to a sign in the road that told her she was going the right way. It said, "Three miles to the Shire".
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
The Never-Ending Story Part 7
The trio skipped merrily onward. Soon the skip slowed to a walk; one can't skip forever. They never grew bored on this long journey, because they could always talk about how excited they were to get to the Great Wal-Mart of Pause.
Their pleasant conversations were soon interrupted by a strange sound. A rumbling sound. Whatever it was was close by, which made the three companions nervous.
"Oops. 'Scuse me."
A voice to their left spoke, making them all jump. Mr. Steel stood protectively in front of the others, being the most invulnerable of them all. He squared his shoulders and spoke with an assertive tone.
"Who are you? And what is your business?" Since he knew this wood top to bottom, Mr. Steel knew better than anybody that the forest was home to some less-than-friendly creatures.
The party concerned hesitated to give an answer.
"Who are you? Show yourself!"
There was a rustle in the bushes, and out stepped a huge, majestic lion. His limbs were sinewy and the tawny fur that covered them shone. The mane on his head reached down to his shoulders and half-way under his belly.
Renae quickly ducked behind Mr. Steel; of the three of them, she had the most to fear from a lion.
"Feah not, lonely travelahs," said the lion, smiling a smile that was reassuring, although it did show a number of sharp teeth. He spoke with a Brooklyn accent.
"I should be a bit moah hospitable; it ain't often dat I see travelahs, especially on 'dis road. You'll have to excuse me. That horrible sound youse heahd was my stomach. I'm terribly 'ungry."
At this, Mr. Steel clenched his fists, and Renae clutched the shoulders of the steel man in front of her, trembling. Sensing her fear, the lion addressed her.
"My deah, please don't worry, I 'appen to be a vegetarian."
Renae peeked out from behind Mr. Steel. The lion's eyes were kind, which helped Renae to bolster her courage.
"Why are you so hungry?" she asked. "Why not eat something?"
Drooping his ears, the lion replied, "You 'ave no idear how difficult it is to find a veggie-burger in da' woods. What I really want is porridge, but I 'aven't got any."
"No porridge?" asked the trio in unison.
"No porridge." affirmed the lion. He sighed longingly.
Mr. Steel inspected the lion up and down. He seemed genuine, and not at all like the other beasts he had encountered in the wood.
"Have you considered traveling to the Great Wal-Mart of Pause?" inquired Mr. Steel. "They'll have what you'd like. In fact you could travel with us if you'd wish."
The lion pricked up his ears.
"Do youse reahlly mean it? I'd love ta'! As long as it's all right wid' da' liddle lady, heah."
Renae couldn't resist the lion's sweet smile.
"Of course," she said. "Do you have a name?"
"Howard," he replied. The way he pronounced 'Howard' sounded like 'Howahd'. "I'm Howard Lee Lion. Pleased ta meet yas."
On they went down the Red-Brick Road, out of the Big woods. As they traveled, a large department store came into view: the Great Wal-Mart of Pause!
Their pleasant conversations were soon interrupted by a strange sound. A rumbling sound. Whatever it was was close by, which made the three companions nervous.
"Oops. 'Scuse me."
A voice to their left spoke, making them all jump. Mr. Steel stood protectively in front of the others, being the most invulnerable of them all. He squared his shoulders and spoke with an assertive tone.
"Who are you? And what is your business?" Since he knew this wood top to bottom, Mr. Steel knew better than anybody that the forest was home to some less-than-friendly creatures.
The party concerned hesitated to give an answer.
"Who are you? Show yourself!"
There was a rustle in the bushes, and out stepped a huge, majestic lion. His limbs were sinewy and the tawny fur that covered them shone. The mane on his head reached down to his shoulders and half-way under his belly.
Renae quickly ducked behind Mr. Steel; of the three of them, she had the most to fear from a lion.
"Feah not, lonely travelahs," said the lion, smiling a smile that was reassuring, although it did show a number of sharp teeth. He spoke with a Brooklyn accent.
"I should be a bit moah hospitable; it ain't often dat I see travelahs, especially on 'dis road. You'll have to excuse me. That horrible sound youse heahd was my stomach. I'm terribly 'ungry."
At this, Mr. Steel clenched his fists, and Renae clutched the shoulders of the steel man in front of her, trembling. Sensing her fear, the lion addressed her.
"My deah, please don't worry, I 'appen to be a vegetarian."
Renae peeked out from behind Mr. Steel. The lion's eyes were kind, which helped Renae to bolster her courage.
"Why are you so hungry?" she asked. "Why not eat something?"
Drooping his ears, the lion replied, "You 'ave no idear how difficult it is to find a veggie-burger in da' woods. What I really want is porridge, but I 'aven't got any."
"No porridge?" asked the trio in unison.
"No porridge." affirmed the lion. He sighed longingly.
Mr. Steel inspected the lion up and down. He seemed genuine, and not at all like the other beasts he had encountered in the wood.
"Have you considered traveling to the Great Wal-Mart of Pause?" inquired Mr. Steel. "They'll have what you'd like. In fact you could travel with us if you'd wish."
The lion pricked up his ears.
"Do youse reahlly mean it? I'd love ta'! As long as it's all right wid' da' liddle lady, heah."
Renae couldn't resist the lion's sweet smile.
"Of course," she said. "Do you have a name?"
"Howard," he replied. The way he pronounced 'Howard' sounded like 'Howahd'. "I'm Howard Lee Lion. Pleased ta meet yas."
On they went down the Red-Brick Road, out of the Big woods. As they traveled, a large department store came into view: the Great Wal-Mart of Pause!
Thursday, November 3, 2011
The (Perhaps) Never-Ending Story Part 6
All was silent in the Big Wood except for the occasional rustling of a small animal and the footsteps of Renae and Scarecrow crunching of fallen twigs and leaves. Although sunlight filtered through the tall trees perfectly well, the trees themselves were large and foreboding, making Renae grateful she was with a companion.
They hadn't been walking long when Renae saw something shining through the branches.
"What is that, Scarecrow?" she inquired, gesturing at the object. The straw-man, musing, squinted his eyes at the glimmer.
"Hmm. These woods may be odd, but I don't know of any trees that shine. Let's go have a look."
As they approached it, Renae realized what it was. It was a metal woodsman.
"Oh Scarecrow, look! It's a man made of tin! He looks stuck. Is he rusted?" The man was standing up, apparently frozen in place.
"Perhaps. Does he have an oil-can close by?" asked Scarecrow. Before he had a chance to look for one, the man suddenly spoke.
"What's all the noise about? I don't mean to seem rude, but I am trying to relax." He crossed his arms and turned his head to them, clearly able to move quite well.
"Oh, sorry Mr. Tin-man," replied Renae. "We thought you'd rusted solid and were trying to find an oil-can to help you."
The man opened his mouth to speak, then, realizing what she had said, closed it again in surprise. He put his hands on his metal hips and looked offended.
"Tin? Rusted? I shall have you know, young miss, that I am, in fact, stainless steel! And therefore, I cannot rust. If you like to know, I was sleeping. My joints lock and I can sleep standing up."
Renae wasn't sure what to say next to make amends, so she changed the subject. "Why did you need to relax? Are you stressed or something?"
The steel man started to massage his temples as he answered. "As a matter of fact, yes, I am very stressed. Do you see all these trees? It is my job as the only woodsman of the Big Wood to know every tree in the forest, and it is ever so hard! That's why I was trying to clear my head with a nap."
"Well," asked the scarecrow, "do you have to memorize them? Couldn't you keep track of them some other way?"
"I certainly would, if there were some other way to keep track of them. But you see, I haven't got a chart."
"No chart?" said Renae and Scarecrow in unison.
"No chart." The steel man confirmed sadly. "And a chart would be most helpful, too. To have all the trees laid out right in front of my eyes and not all jumbled around in my head."
The scarecrow gently nudged Renae in the ribs. "Don't you think that the Great Wal-Mart of Pause would have a chart?"
Renae's face lit up. "Why yes! Yes, I'm sure that they would!"
Turning to the steel man, Scarecrow asked, "Would you like to come to the Great Wal-Mart of Pause with us? They will most certainly have what you're looking for."
The steel man beamed brightly. "You would really let me join you?"
"Why, of course!"
"My most gracious thanks," replied the steel man. "Let us be off at once . . . er . . . I'm sorry, I don't even know your names."
"I'm Renae, and this is Scarecrow. What may we call you?"
"Well, let's see . . . I do believe that 'Stainless Steel Man' is a bit of a mouthful, so I think 'Mr. Steel' will do just fine."
"So," said the scarecrow. "Shall we go?"
At this, Renae belted a melody at the top of her lungs, "Were of to see the Wal-Mart, the wonderful Wal-Mart of Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaause!"
Scarecrow and Mr. Steel simply stared at her. Finally, one of them asked her why she was singing. Bashfully, Renae told them that it felt natural in the circumstance. They informed her that it was, in fact, not a musical.
So they skipped down the Red Brick road, through the Big Wood, and did not sing.
Hello all! I hope you are enjoying my story. If you have any ideas for who Renae could meet next, please tell me. Keep in mind that I might not use your idea, and please don't get hurt feelings if I don't. It might just mean that it's time to start a never-ending story of your own. If you do have ideas, please let them be from famous/classic books or plays.
Thanks!
Wanna-be Author, Meghan
They hadn't been walking long when Renae saw something shining through the branches.
"What is that, Scarecrow?" she inquired, gesturing at the object. The straw-man, musing, squinted his eyes at the glimmer.
"Hmm. These woods may be odd, but I don't know of any trees that shine. Let's go have a look."
As they approached it, Renae realized what it was. It was a metal woodsman.
"Oh Scarecrow, look! It's a man made of tin! He looks stuck. Is he rusted?" The man was standing up, apparently frozen in place.
"Perhaps. Does he have an oil-can close by?" asked Scarecrow. Before he had a chance to look for one, the man suddenly spoke.
"What's all the noise about? I don't mean to seem rude, but I am trying to relax." He crossed his arms and turned his head to them, clearly able to move quite well.
"Oh, sorry Mr. Tin-man," replied Renae. "We thought you'd rusted solid and were trying to find an oil-can to help you."
The man opened his mouth to speak, then, realizing what she had said, closed it again in surprise. He put his hands on his metal hips and looked offended.
"Tin? Rusted? I shall have you know, young miss, that I am, in fact, stainless steel! And therefore, I cannot rust. If you like to know, I was sleeping. My joints lock and I can sleep standing up."
Renae wasn't sure what to say next to make amends, so she changed the subject. "Why did you need to relax? Are you stressed or something?"
The steel man started to massage his temples as he answered. "As a matter of fact, yes, I am very stressed. Do you see all these trees? It is my job as the only woodsman of the Big Wood to know every tree in the forest, and it is ever so hard! That's why I was trying to clear my head with a nap."
"Well," asked the scarecrow, "do you have to memorize them? Couldn't you keep track of them some other way?"
"I certainly would, if there were some other way to keep track of them. But you see, I haven't got a chart."
"No chart?" said Renae and Scarecrow in unison.
"No chart." The steel man confirmed sadly. "And a chart would be most helpful, too. To have all the trees laid out right in front of my eyes and not all jumbled around in my head."
The scarecrow gently nudged Renae in the ribs. "Don't you think that the Great Wal-Mart of Pause would have a chart?"
Renae's face lit up. "Why yes! Yes, I'm sure that they would!"
Turning to the steel man, Scarecrow asked, "Would you like to come to the Great Wal-Mart of Pause with us? They will most certainly have what you're looking for."
The steel man beamed brightly. "You would really let me join you?"
"Why, of course!"
"My most gracious thanks," replied the steel man. "Let us be off at once . . . er . . . I'm sorry, I don't even know your names."
"I'm Renae, and this is Scarecrow. What may we call you?"
"Well, let's see . . . I do believe that 'Stainless Steel Man' is a bit of a mouthful, so I think 'Mr. Steel' will do just fine."
"So," said the scarecrow. "Shall we go?"
At this, Renae belted a melody at the top of her lungs, "Were of to see the Wal-Mart, the wonderful Wal-Mart of Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaause!"
Scarecrow and Mr. Steel simply stared at her. Finally, one of them asked her why she was singing. Bashfully, Renae told them that it felt natural in the circumstance. They informed her that it was, in fact, not a musical.
So they skipped down the Red Brick road, through the Big Wood, and did not sing.
Hello all! I hope you are enjoying my story. If you have any ideas for who Renae could meet next, please tell me. Keep in mind that I might not use your idea, and please don't get hurt feelings if I don't. It might just mean that it's time to start a never-ending story of your own. If you do have ideas, please let them be from famous/classic books or plays.
Thanks!
Wanna-be Author, Meghan
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
The (Perhaps) Never-Ending Story Part 5
Renae had been walking for several hours now down the Red-Brick road, longing for someone to talk to who wasn't a pirate, or a crazy boy with a dagger, or a poofy-dress lady.
Her hopes were soon met, for Renae was starting to hear a commotion coming from the cottage up the road, and she ran up to it to find out what was the trouble. It was the sound of a someone shouting and gurgling. Finally, the door burst open, and a tidal wave poured out! Luckily, Renae was not in the way of this wave. The tidal wave brought out of the house with it a great number of items: furniture, nick-knacks, a toaster, a blender, and a scarecrow. Renae thought it odd that someone would put a scarecrow in their house, but not out in their field -- that is, until it got up...and spoke!
"Pppht!", he spat out water, "oh, how much longer must I suffer this? I do wish that I had a solution to this problem!"
Renae sheepishly cleared her throat. The scarecrow jumped and looked at her; he hadn't noticed her in the chaos of his flooded house. "I haven't seen another person around these parts in months! May I ask your name?" the scarecrow asked with a courteous bow.
Flattered by his manners, she replied, "Oh, I'm Renae. May I ask yours, your name, that is?" The scarecrow merely shrugged his shoulders. "My name's just Scarecrow. At least it's not an easy name for people to forget. Oh, where did I put those emergency towels?" Scarecrow stepped around to the corner of his house, wringing out his limbs on the way. He pulled out a few towels out of a hollow tree stump and began to dry himself as he explained his dilemma.
"You see Renae, I've been having such a terrible time." Renae helped him dry out his arms as she listened. "I cannot use running water for several weeks before my house fills up, and explodes out a window or a door."
"Well," Renae said, "why not let the water run out before you run some more?" The straw-man drooped his damp shoulders. "That's the problem. You see, I haven't got at drain." This flabbergasted Renae. "What?" she asked. "No drain? Why, that's dreadful! Is there some way I can help?"
"I've been wanting to go to the Great Wal-Mart of Pause, they're sure to have a drain that would work. Unfortunately the journey is long and dangerous, much too dangerous for myself alone. But where are you going? Surely you can't expect to be going through the Big Wood up ahead without a guide, or at least someone else for protection?"
Renae lit up. "Say, that could be an answer to both our problems! I'm trying to get home, and have no idea where I'm going, but if we travel together, perhaps we'll solve both our problems. Brightening, Scarecrow replied, "Yes indeed! I'm quite certain there will be someone there to help you at the Great Wal-Mart of Pause! Shall we set off?"
"We shall!"
And they went skipping down the Red-Brick road arm in arm toward the Big Wood.
Her hopes were soon met, for Renae was starting to hear a commotion coming from the cottage up the road, and she ran up to it to find out what was the trouble. It was the sound of a someone shouting and gurgling. Finally, the door burst open, and a tidal wave poured out! Luckily, Renae was not in the way of this wave. The tidal wave brought out of the house with it a great number of items: furniture, nick-knacks, a toaster, a blender, and a scarecrow. Renae thought it odd that someone would put a scarecrow in their house, but not out in their field -- that is, until it got up...and spoke!
"Pppht!", he spat out water, "oh, how much longer must I suffer this? I do wish that I had a solution to this problem!"
Renae sheepishly cleared her throat. The scarecrow jumped and looked at her; he hadn't noticed her in the chaos of his flooded house. "I haven't seen another person around these parts in months! May I ask your name?" the scarecrow asked with a courteous bow.
Flattered by his manners, she replied, "Oh, I'm Renae. May I ask yours, your name, that is?" The scarecrow merely shrugged his shoulders. "My name's just Scarecrow. At least it's not an easy name for people to forget. Oh, where did I put those emergency towels?" Scarecrow stepped around to the corner of his house, wringing out his limbs on the way. He pulled out a few towels out of a hollow tree stump and began to dry himself as he explained his dilemma.
"You see Renae, I've been having such a terrible time." Renae helped him dry out his arms as she listened. "I cannot use running water for several weeks before my house fills up, and explodes out a window or a door."
"Well," Renae said, "why not let the water run out before you run some more?" The straw-man drooped his damp shoulders. "That's the problem. You see, I haven't got at drain." This flabbergasted Renae. "What?" she asked. "No drain? Why, that's dreadful! Is there some way I can help?"
"I've been wanting to go to the Great Wal-Mart of Pause, they're sure to have a drain that would work. Unfortunately the journey is long and dangerous, much too dangerous for myself alone. But where are you going? Surely you can't expect to be going through the Big Wood up ahead without a guide, or at least someone else for protection?"
Renae lit up. "Say, that could be an answer to both our problems! I'm trying to get home, and have no idea where I'm going, but if we travel together, perhaps we'll solve both our problems. Brightening, Scarecrow replied, "Yes indeed! I'm quite certain there will be someone there to help you at the Great Wal-Mart of Pause! Shall we set off?"
"We shall!"
And they went skipping down the Red-Brick road arm in arm toward the Big Wood.
Monday, October 17, 2011
The Never-Ending Story Part 4
All was silent except for a few bold songbirds who whistled their little songs, cutting through the silence. Renae was on the grass, unconscious, while the sun shone gently down upon her. She stirred, opened her eyes, and noticed the beauty around her: flowers of all different hues grew up around a tiny town that looked as if it had come out of a story book.. Saying that this was a tiny town was literally true; everything--the houses, the gardens, everything,--appeared to have been made for someone half her hight.
Renae became suddenly aware that there was someone, quite a few people, watching her. They were peeping out from houses, behind fences, even from between the clusters of flowers.
"Okay...I don't think we're in Neverland anymore, Renae," she said softly to herself. She felt a set of eyes watching from behind her. Renae turned and saw someone in a very pink and very poofy dress. "Now I know I'm not in Neverland anymore."
"Is anyone else getting deja vu here?" asked the poofy dress lady. "Don't worry little girl, all you have to do is follow the yellow brick road. Good-bye!" And with that, the lady vanished from thin air. The little faces that had been watching her called out, "Good-bye, Glinda!" and pulled their heads back into their houses again, all of them saying in nasal-sounding voices, "Deja vu, follow the yellow brick road."
"Ick, I hate yellow. I think I'll follow this nice red brick road," stated Renae.
She might have chosen the other road had she known what a weird time she would have on this strange path.
Renae became suddenly aware that there was someone, quite a few people, watching her. They were peeping out from houses, behind fences, even from between the clusters of flowers.
"Okay...I don't think we're in Neverland anymore, Renae," she said softly to herself. She felt a set of eyes watching from behind her. Renae turned and saw someone in a very pink and very poofy dress. "Now I know I'm not in Neverland anymore."
"Is anyone else getting deja vu here?" asked the poofy dress lady. "Don't worry little girl, all you have to do is follow the yellow brick road. Good-bye!" And with that, the lady vanished from thin air. The little faces that had been watching her called out, "Good-bye, Glinda!" and pulled their heads back into their houses again, all of them saying in nasal-sounding voices, "Deja vu, follow the yellow brick road."
"Ick, I hate yellow. I think I'll follow this nice red brick road," stated Renae.
She might have chosen the other road had she known what a weird time she would have on this strange path.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
The (Perhaps) Never-Ending Story Part 3
The shadow stopped in front of her. Renae looked up, and the sight shocked her.
A boy was making the shadow. He looked very young; about ten or eleven years old. His clothes were tattered at the edges and his face, his arms, his everything, were dirty, but the most noticeable aspect of his appearance was his flaming, red hair. 'This is 'Peter', the boy that Hook described' thought Renae. There was a very sharp-looking dagger in his hand. Renae saw his facial expression and knew that he'd heard everything she'd said about turning him over to Captain Hook.
Something still wasn't right. Renae had to look up to see the boy. The puzzling thing was that he was not in a tree or hanging in a vine at all, but he was completely suspended in the air. He was floating...on nothing. This young, dirty, menacing boy was flying!
The next thing she knew, the boy was twelve inches in front of her and the dagger was pointed at her chest. Renae couldn't help thinking that he was going to put an eye out.
"So," began the boy, "you're a new to the pirate thing? We hate pirates." Renae soon knew who 'we' was, because in literally seconds, a handful of boys, as ragged looking as their leader, surrounded them, each one with some sort of primitive weapon.
Before Renae could explain that she was in fact not a pirate, she saw trees flying up in the back round, and what ever was doing it came closer and closer, until it-- a tornado--made the boys scatter from fright. Renae herself was rooted to the spot with sheer terror, and the tornado picked her up and whirled her around with all the in the commotion and dibris it was carying. The last thing she remembered was a great pain at the side of her head, and after that, nothing.
A boy was making the shadow. He looked very young; about ten or eleven years old. His clothes were tattered at the edges and his face, his arms, his everything, were dirty, but the most noticeable aspect of his appearance was his flaming, red hair. 'This is 'Peter', the boy that Hook described' thought Renae. There was a very sharp-looking dagger in his hand. Renae saw his facial expression and knew that he'd heard everything she'd said about turning him over to Captain Hook.
Something still wasn't right. Renae had to look up to see the boy. The puzzling thing was that he was not in a tree or hanging in a vine at all, but he was completely suspended in the air. He was floating...on nothing. This young, dirty, menacing boy was flying!
The next thing she knew, the boy was twelve inches in front of her and the dagger was pointed at her chest. Renae couldn't help thinking that he was going to put an eye out.
"So," began the boy, "you're a new to the pirate thing? We hate pirates." Renae soon knew who 'we' was, because in literally seconds, a handful of boys, as ragged looking as their leader, surrounded them, each one with some sort of primitive weapon.
Before Renae could explain that she was in fact not a pirate, she saw trees flying up in the back round, and what ever was doing it came closer and closer, until it-- a tornado--made the boys scatter from fright. Renae herself was rooted to the spot with sheer terror, and the tornado picked her up and whirled her around with all the in the commotion and dibris it was carying. The last thing she remembered was a great pain at the side of her head, and after that, nothing.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
The (Perhaps) Never-Ending Story Part 2
Renae was sitting in the captain's quarters at a table across from the ship's feared captain. He used his hook to thoughtfully comb his long, black mustache.
"You see Missy," began the captain, "when ye first appeared on our magical shores, we thought we'd just get rid of you, and save us the trouble of you telling more nosy land lubbers like yourself about this place and risk them finding us. However, I think you could be an asset to us and give us a little help in exchange for your life."
Renae swallowed. The musty smell of unbathed men was choking her and making it hard to think. "What do you want me to do?" she asked a little shakily.
"There is this boy," his eyes glazed over with a certain contempt, "my...nephew, Peter, who has been gone for a very long time, and you see, we have not been speaking to each other. I would like you to find him, and tell me where he is so that I can...make amends. He won't be difficult to distinguish; his hair is firey red. " He smiled a sugar coated grin. "It would make me most grateful. We will be reaching the Never land quite soon now. You will be placed where he is found playing with his curse--I mean, delightful friends."
Renae was in a terribly thick forest. She was trying to find this boy that the smelly man had talked about. He had gone into great detail in describing his appearance, even so, Renae could not help feeling a sense of hopelessness. She had no idea where this boy was, or where she was for that matter. And she was sure the pirate was lying. It is not often that one hears, "help me find my nephew or die,". 'Ugh.' Renae recalled the last words the hook-handed captain had told her: "Remember girlie, your life is at stake." "Pirates must not have many social skills," Renae decided. "But still, I had better find Peter, whoever he is, and turn him over to this 'Hook' fellow, or it'll be my head."
A shadow passed over her, and Renae instantly stiffened. Who knew what kind of horrible creatures could be running around? The shadow stopped in front of her. 'Huh?'
"You see Missy," began the captain, "when ye first appeared on our magical shores, we thought we'd just get rid of you, and save us the trouble of you telling more nosy land lubbers like yourself about this place and risk them finding us. However, I think you could be an asset to us and give us a little help in exchange for your life."
Renae swallowed. The musty smell of unbathed men was choking her and making it hard to think. "What do you want me to do?" she asked a little shakily.
"There is this boy," his eyes glazed over with a certain contempt, "my...nephew, Peter, who has been gone for a very long time, and you see, we have not been speaking to each other. I would like you to find him, and tell me where he is so that I can...make amends. He won't be difficult to distinguish; his hair is firey red. " He smiled a sugar coated grin. "It would make me most grateful. We will be reaching the Never land quite soon now. You will be placed where he is found playing with his curse--I mean, delightful friends."
Renae was in a terribly thick forest. She was trying to find this boy that the smelly man had talked about. He had gone into great detail in describing his appearance, even so, Renae could not help feeling a sense of hopelessness. She had no idea where this boy was, or where she was for that matter. And she was sure the pirate was lying. It is not often that one hears, "help me find my nephew or die,". 'Ugh.' Renae recalled the last words the hook-handed captain had told her: "Remember girlie, your life is at stake." "Pirates must not have many social skills," Renae decided. "But still, I had better find Peter, whoever he is, and turn him over to this 'Hook' fellow, or it'll be my head."
A shadow passed over her, and Renae instantly stiffened. Who knew what kind of horrible creatures could be running around? The shadow stopped in front of her. 'Huh?'
Sunday, October 2, 2011
The (Perhaps) Never-Ending Story Part 1
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Renae. Now Renae was home schooled, and had just joined photography class, and needed something to photograph other than her pet rat and spiders. So she decided to grab her camera and go exploring for something interesting that had straight lines to take a picture of.
Renae set out for the woods behind her house, thinking that there must be many straight lines in a place with so many trees, but when she was about fifteen minutes away from home, Renae noticed something unusual happening. In what had always been thickly wooded land, the trees were thinning out and the ground was gradually but steadily sloping down. Curiosity drove Renae to investigate. Soon, the terrain underfoot turned from grass to sand, and a salty breeze was tousling her long, wavy hair. Suddenly, she saw a line of blue on the horizon; "no way...", she breathed to herself. Renae began to run; the line of blue grew thicker and thicker until it she finally saw it stretch into an endless expanse of water. 'Oh boy, I don't believe it! The ocean?! I live in the mid-west, how could the ocean possibly be here?! I should take some pictures; they won't have straight lines, but oh well.' After doing so, again, driven by her curiosity, she explored the edge of the ocean, wading through the water and marveling at how this huge body of water came out of no where.
At last, Renae felt it was time she started home. She turned to leave, and before she had gotten several feet, two pairs of strong hands grabbed her arms, turned her around, and started hauling her back towards the ocean. She looked upward at her kidnappers, and saw that they were burly seamen. Renae would have screamed, but instead she swept her gaze across her surroundings, looking for some one to help her, and gasped. For instead of seeing just the ocean, she now saw many seamen like the ones who were dragging her along. That, and a huge ship that looked like it had just sailed out ot the seventeen-hundreds, and flying pirate colors, too. Finally regaining her wits, Renae did scream, and struggled too; one of the seamen just rolled his eyes, picked her up and threw her over his shoulder as if she weighed no more that a sack of flour. Renae was carried up the gang plank and onto the ship, and was thrown down onto its deck at the foot of a tall, thin man of apparent power. "Welcome aboard the Jolly Roger miss!" At the end of this man's right arm, where his hand should be, was large, ominous looking hook..
Renae set out for the woods behind her house, thinking that there must be many straight lines in a place with so many trees, but when she was about fifteen minutes away from home, Renae noticed something unusual happening. In what had always been thickly wooded land, the trees were thinning out and the ground was gradually but steadily sloping down. Curiosity drove Renae to investigate. Soon, the terrain underfoot turned from grass to sand, and a salty breeze was tousling her long, wavy hair. Suddenly, she saw a line of blue on the horizon; "no way...", she breathed to herself. Renae began to run; the line of blue grew thicker and thicker until it she finally saw it stretch into an endless expanse of water. 'Oh boy, I don't believe it! The ocean?! I live in the mid-west, how could the ocean possibly be here?! I should take some pictures; they won't have straight lines, but oh well.' After doing so, again, driven by her curiosity, she explored the edge of the ocean, wading through the water and marveling at how this huge body of water came out of no where.
At last, Renae felt it was time she started home. She turned to leave, and before she had gotten several feet, two pairs of strong hands grabbed her arms, turned her around, and started hauling her back towards the ocean. She looked upward at her kidnappers, and saw that they were burly seamen. Renae would have screamed, but instead she swept her gaze across her surroundings, looking for some one to help her, and gasped. For instead of seeing just the ocean, she now saw many seamen like the ones who were dragging her along. That, and a huge ship that looked like it had just sailed out ot the seventeen-hundreds, and flying pirate colors, too. Finally regaining her wits, Renae did scream, and struggled too; one of the seamen just rolled his eyes, picked her up and threw her over his shoulder as if she weighed no more that a sack of flour. Renae was carried up the gang plank and onto the ship, and was thrown down onto its deck at the foot of a tall, thin man of apparent power. "Welcome aboard the Jolly Roger miss!" At the end of this man's right arm, where his hand should be, was large, ominous looking hook..
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