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WOOT!! I LOVE THAT PICTURE!! i think i might do it this month :D
:) I like it too!! thanks for finding it Arthur!
Chapter 1 of: Enchantress Author: Sunny
Words: 861
I saw her. Somehow she seemed familiar to be, even though I was sure I hadn’t ever seen her before. She stood at the edge of a flat, ripple-less pool in a grey-green dress that was exactly the same shade as the moss-covered tree trunks. She blended in to the forest like a nymph or druid, but this being had a darker aura than any fairy of the forest. Even in the dream she smelled; of power, metal, water and blood.
Some sort of bird perched on her arm, it too had an aura unlike any I had ever felt before. It had far more intelligence than most birds but I could tell it was a slave. It was bound not only by the slim silver chain but also by a mental bond between the woman and itself.
My dream-self drifted closer to the pair. Even though it seemed that I couldn’t be seen in this dream I feared that they would sense me. Finally I was standing within inches of them and was close enough that I too could see what was captivating their interest in the depths of the pool.
It took several moments for my mind to realize what I was seeing but when I did shock and horror washed over me; the image in the pool was that of myself, at home in bed, wrapped in my blue sheets and twitching slightly, my eyes darting about under my eyelids.
The shock I felt in the dream registered in my sleeping self as well; the picture (or maybe it was a reflection) of me in the pool went stiff and tiny startled gasp escaped my lips. Then my eyes opened and made contact with the woman’s icy stare.
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I awoke in real life, safe in my room with nothing more menacing going on than the Raggedy Ann doll in the corner grinning over at me.
I was sitting up, my arms wrapped around my sweat-covered body. I shuddered, I knew I was awake and safe in a small house in Maryland but I still felt as if the dark woman by the pool was watching me.
Rolling onto my stomach I tried to sleep again but the sight of the woman wouldn’t leave my mind alone long enough for me to sleep. Finally after nearly half an hour I got up, turned on my lamp, pulled out my sketchpad and set of pencils and began to draw.
Often my memories of dreams fade after I wake up but this was one of the most vivid I’d had and I could remember every detail.
I did the outline for the entire picture in a light charcoal color; the woman posed with one hand on her hip the other extended out with the bird perched on it, the sliver chain winding artfully from the bird’s leg to her wrist. I drew in the trees and moss that were behind them and then started using the colored pencils.
Her skin had been a delicate ivory color so used a white pencil for most but drew green mottling on it to show where the sun shown through the leaves of the trees. For the dress I used green and then colored over it with grey and the bird was done in charcoal and white tones.
I paused for a moment before starting on the woman’s face. She had very distinctive features: dark arching brows, a straight nose and wild green eyes lined in kohl. I added luster to the dark hair and the picture was complete.
I laughed, if my goal had been to escape the woman’s gaze I had failed. The eyes in the picture were so realistic that, in the end, I decided to roll up the drawing push it into an overflowing bottom drawer of my desk.
Glancing at the clock I saw that it was nearly seven in the morning so I flicked on the overhead light and went to inspect my sleep-deprived reflection in the mirror. I had some dark circles under my eyes but they weren’t too bad. My dark wavy hair was extremely tangled from all of my thrashing about last night but it still fell to nearly my waist.
My hazel eyes were separated by my straight nose, which had a light smattering of freckles. I smiled as I caught sight of the small silver stud through my left eyebrow. It was still sore but it was worth it.
I ran my fingers through my hair in an attempt to untangle it. I paused; something had fallen out of it. Bending down I retrieved it from the floor and froze. It was a feather. Dark grey with a hint of white around the edge. My breathing increased. We didn’t have any birds in the house and none from outside could have gotten through my closed windows.
The feather started to shake in my fingers. Half an hour earlier I had been drawing the finer details of it on a picture that was now stashed away in the bottom drawer of my desk.
Title: Chairs of Doom
Author: Joelle
Words: 951
The Lost Scientist (Chapter One)
Hardly any scientists believe in magic and hardly any magicians believe in science. That’s the nature of things. Likewise, when scientists have accidents in their labs they very rarely end in magic. This problem would lie, most likely, in their lack of belief.
However, there is one scientist that believes in magic. It was this belief that made the most dangerous weapons in the known world: The Seven Chairs.
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This particular scientist, let’s call him The Lost Scientist, was experimenting in his lab one day. He was trying to find a cure for the common cold when, being the klutz that he is, bumped into a table. Normally that wouldn’t be a problem, but this particular table was the one with the leg that broke a couple weeks ago and had never gotten fixed.
There was a chair at the end of the table for some reason that day and when the table fell all the chemicals ran unto that one chair. Usually this would create an explosion of some kind, but the chemicals just soaked into the chair. Then the chair began to shake violently and a bolt of lightning shot out of it towards the other six chairs in the lab.
All of The Lost Scientist’s chairs were made of metal, like the tables, making the fact that anything at all soaked into them unbelievable, but he believed in magic. He could believe this.
He went around to the chair that had gotten the chemicals poured directly on it. As he approached it burst into flames. The chair didn’t seem to be melting, but it was surrounded in flame. The Lost Scientist backed away and after about five minutes the flame stopped. He reached out and touched the chair. It was stone cold, like the rest of the lab equipment.
As The Lost Scientist stared perplexedly at The Chair of Flames - as he so predictably named it - another of the chairs exploded. The pieces flew all around the room. He had taken cover underneath a table and several seconds later the chair reformed. The Lost Scientist barely had time to ponder this before the room filled with the smell of raspberries, blueberries, strawberries, and an assortment of other berries.
Just as The Lost Scientist identified where these scents were coming from and named The Bomb Chair and The Chair of Sweet Scents he felt a sharp pain in his rear. He yelped and jumped, turning around as he did so. There he saw a completely normal chair behind him. Except, it was smiling. It had huge, pointed teeth. This had been the thing that had bit him and now it was smiling one of those puppy dog smiles at him! The Chair of Teeth got kicked several times to get it away from the middle of the room, where it had originally sat. All the while The Lost Scientist was followed around by The Chair of Endless Energy, which can walk, run, or jog at a steady pace for hours as he later discovered.
At this point there were only two chairs that had yet to have been named. Neither had done anything so far and so couldn’t be named correctly. They looked completely normal and so The Lost Scientist took the risk and sat down in one of them. Just as he put his weight on it, it collapsed. He stood up and it rebuilt itself as The Bomb Chair had. This chairs was to be The Chair of Collapse. He went and sat in the remaining chair. Nothing seemed to have happened as he had his eyes closed. When he opened them he was floating fifteen feet from the ground in his lab. It was a really good thing the ceilings were higher than they used to be. After about three minutes of sitting suspended above the lab equipment The Floating Chair descended back to the earth.
After all these things had occurred he had the chairs labeled on the underside of the seat and contained. The Chair of Flames was put into a dome of fire-proof glass. The Bomb Chair was also but under a similar dome with thicker glass. The Chair of Teeth was chained to the lab wall and was put inside of a metal cage. The Chair of Collapse and The Floating Chair were both stuck in a closet and the door locked. The Chair of Sweet Scents was left un-contained since that was all it did, smell good. The Chair of Endless Energy was kept in the lab, given a treadmill and was put on a leash to keep it from the chemicals.
Soon after The Lost Scientist recorded this he said he seemed to be feeling more powerful and that he suspected that the presence of The Seven Chairs was intoxicating him. He thought that the fact that most of them were contained was slowing the effect, but he felt that if he was around them long enough he would have the power to take over the world.
The Lost Scientist’s king ordered him to destroy the chairs. He could not bring himself to do so and instead scattered them throughout the world. The Chair of Flames went to Spain, The Bomb Chair to Australia, The Chair of Sweet Scents to The United States of America, The Chair of Teeth to Italy, The Chair of Endless Energy to France, The Chair of Collapse to India, and The Floating Chair to Germany. At least, that is where The Lost Scientist put them. After that they were traded around and the legend of them grew. No one could gather them all and take over the world. That is, until now.
Author: Joelle
Words: 951
The Lost Scientist (Chapter One)
Hardly any scientists believe in magic and hardly any magicians believe in science. That’s the nature of things. Likewise, when scientists have accidents in their labs they very rarely end in magic. This problem would lie, most likely, in their lack of belief.
However, there is one scientist that believes in magic. It was this belief that made the most dangerous weapons in the known world: The Seven Chairs.
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This particular scientist, let’s call him The Lost Scientist, was experimenting in his lab one day. He was trying to find a cure for the common cold when, being the klutz that he is, bumped into a table. Normally that wouldn’t be a problem, but this particular table was the one with the leg that broke a couple weeks ago and had never gotten fixed.
There was a chair at the end of the table for some reason that day and when the table fell all the chemicals ran unto that one chair. Usually this would create an explosion of some kind, but the chemicals just soaked into the chair. Then the chair began to shake violently and a bolt of lightning shot out of it towards the other six chairs in the lab.
All of The Lost Scientist’s chairs were made of metal, like the tables, making the fact that anything at all soaked into them unbelievable, but he believed in magic. He could believe this.
He went around to the chair that had gotten the chemicals poured directly on it. As he approached it burst into flames. The chair didn’t seem to be melting, but it was surrounded in flame. The Lost Scientist backed away and after about five minutes the flame stopped. He reached out and touched the chair. It was stone cold, like the rest of the lab equipment.
As The Lost Scientist stared perplexedly at The Chair of Flames - as he so predictably named it - another of the chairs exploded. The pieces flew all around the room. He had taken cover underneath a table and several seconds later the chair reformed. The Lost Scientist barely had time to ponder this before the room filled with the smell of raspberries, blueberries, strawberries, and an assortment of other berries.
Just as The Lost Scientist identified where these scents were coming from and named The Bomb Chair and The Chair of Sweet Scents he felt a sharp pain in his rear. He yelped and jumped, turning around as he did so. There he saw a completely normal chair behind him. Except, it was smiling. It had huge, pointed teeth. This had been the thing that had bit him and now it was smiling one of those puppy dog smiles at him! The Chair of Teeth got kicked several times to get it away from the middle of the room, where it had originally sat. All the while The Lost Scientist was followed around by The Chair of Endless Energy, which can walk, run, or jog at a steady pace for hours as he later discovered.
At this point there were only two chairs that had yet to have been named. Neither had done anything so far and so couldn’t be named correctly. They looked completely normal and so The Lost Scientist took the risk and sat down in one of them. Just as he put his weight on it, it collapsed. He stood up and it rebuilt itself as The Bomb Chair had. This chairs was to be The Chair of Collapse. He went and sat in the remaining chair. Nothing seemed to have happened as he had his eyes closed. When he opened them he was floating fifteen feet from the ground in his lab. It was a really good thing the ceilings were higher than they used to be. After about three minutes of sitting suspended above the lab equipment The Floating Chair descended back to the earth.
After all these things had occurred he had the chairs labeled on the underside of the seat and contained. The Chair of Flames was put into a dome of fire-proof glass. The Bomb Chair was also but under a similar dome with thicker glass. The Chair of Teeth was chained to the lab wall and was put inside of a metal cage. The Chair of Collapse and The Floating Chair were both stuck in a closet and the door locked. The Chair of Sweet Scents was left un-contained since that was all it did, smell good. The Chair of Endless Energy was kept in the lab, given a treadmill and was put on a leash to keep it from the chemicals.
Soon after The Lost Scientist recorded this he said he seemed to be feeling more powerful and that he suspected that the presence of The Seven Chairs was intoxicating him. He thought that the fact that most of them were contained was slowing the effect, but he felt that if he was around them long enough he would have the power to take over the world.
The Lost Scientist’s king ordered him to destroy the chairs. He could not bring himself to do so and instead scattered them throughout the world. The Chair of Flames went to Spain, The Bomb Chair to Australia, The Chair of Sweet Scents to The United States of America, The Chair of Teeth to Italy, The Chair of Endless Energy to France, The Chair of Collapse to India, and The Floating Chair to Germany. At least, that is where The Lost Scientist put them. After that they were traded around and the legend of them grew. No one could gather them all and take over the world. That is, until now.
Title;(untitled)Chapter One;Let me Explain...
Are you reading this? If you are you might die. Well i probably shouldnt have told you that or else curiosity would eat you alive and you'd just read this anyway. Oh well, since you are might as well make this worth death.
Let me explain, my name is Iliroliosia Ferlincicolita. Yup, you just knowing my name could kill you to. Thus explaining how extreme this story will be. Let me start with the importaint, boring details first to get it over with. I prefer to be called Iris Fern, at least thats what i thought my name was before i learned the truth. I am curently 15, unless youre reading this past January 1st at midnight 2010. Yea i know i have an awsome birthday! But before very resently i just knew my birthday is on January 1st, no midnight. I go to, no used to go to go to BrilianWood Highschool, Now i go to a special place called homeschool... and thats only when we're not running and fighting. Now, everything started at school last spring...
ps, if youre wondering how to prenonce her name its ill-er-oli-oo-see-aa her last name is fur-lin-see-kol-ee-ta
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Title;(untitled)Chapter One; My Life Story...So i was just walking to BrilianWood, with my lil' sis, Frimy, well thats the name i thought was hers. I always thought is was strange that we both had the same birthday. Anywho, i was more of running while she was on her skateboard yelling at me to hurry up because she didnt like to be late, me on the other hand didnt care at all. My life story is that our names are Iris and Frimy Fern, our birthdays are on January 1 on coinsidence and the time is unown. Our parents names are Grace and Frank. We're a normal family. I didnt know why i forgot my skateboard but awell, if you didnt notice yet, Frimy and I are tomboys. "Finally! we're here." she ran inside as i just slowly walked in."Hey Iris!" 'awww not again.' i turnned around to find myself face to face with Brian 'i dont care what his last name is'. He was a popular guy that every girl loves exept for me, and because of that he likes me. Actually now that i think of it alot of boys do, I have brown hair with light brown highlights, but what most people would say is amazing is my eyes, theyre turcoise with green coming out of the pupil. My mom always tries to hid the green anyway she can while other moms would brag about them to everyone. My mother always told me if anyone askes her where she got her eyes to not tell them its from her, i never knew why.
Back to Brian, "Hey gorgeous!" "hi whats your face." i said glumly. "So you going to that dance this friday??" "why are you going?" "Yea, hoping to see me on the dance floor?" "Oh, you are... ummm, srry exuse me as i try to think of an excuse to not go." I always talked to him like that, never gave him a break because well... he's a jerk. No, im not being paranoid about popular people, he's just a jerk, all the other girls are just too stupid to notice. I walked away.
After third period, i closed my locker to see his face."really you never give up do you." pretending to admire him. "yea, will you go to the dance with me?" "hmmmmmmmm, let me think... NO!" "Comon!" "hey, why dont you do me and all the other stupid girls that love you a favor and stop stalking me!" "Comon! If you go out with me once and it doesnt work out ill never bother you again!" i looked at him and every other girl staring dreamily at him. I thought about, "It's not worth it, besides..." i was trying to think of a real exuse. "Face it! you dont have any real reson to go out with me." "Yes i do... immmmmmm, going out with Peter Nelson!" i was proud of myself to think of a good excuse. "ha you mean the nerd." "thats exactly why i never go out with you! He's an awsome guy and is really smart." "Fine then ill see you at the dance with him!" 'Owww man! Peter is one of my best friends! there is no way i can go out with him... unless... fake it! Of course!
ok pple, im not going to be writing anymore of this on here so here's the link to it on goodreads, http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/4...
Title: Chairs of Doom
Author: Joelle
Words: 592
The Transformation (Chapter Two)
Gwendolyn was, to say the least, one of the most beautiful children in Canada. Prince Edward Island, at least. Her hair was as white as snow and her eyes as grey as a storm cloud. Her skin was always tan and never pale. All of this together might not sound attractive, but altogether was beautiful. She was a bit of a tomboy and always tried to hide it. She always played with the boys and her hair was always dirtied. No matter how hard her nanny tried, the dirt would never stay out of her hair for long. None of the boys ever noticed how beautiful she was until she couldn't hide it anymore.
Soon Gwen's mother made her start to wear dresses instead of pants. She was told to stop playing with the boys. Gwen's hair was cut and kept clean. Even if she was goin to disobey her parents she couldn't have. The boys had stopped treating her as one of their own. And when the girls saw her, they were jealous. Gwendolyn was all alone.
After every man on the island had courted Gwendolyn unsuccessfully she broke down. She cried for days in a helpless effort. But soon she came to her senses again. Gwen knew that the right guy was out there somewhere, she just needed to find him.
Gwen began to travel the world in search of her true love. She went across all of Canada and the US. She toured Mexico and Central and South America. She went through a lot of Europe. She skipped a lot of Asia though. By then, she was lacking money. She went to Italy and Greece, however. It was when she was in France that she first learned about the chairs.
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The Chair of Endless Energy had become quite a tourist attraction. It was allowed to walk through the streets of Paris accompanied by several guards. Gwendolyn, curious walked up to one of the men.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"What do you mean? This is the most famous chair in all of Europe!"
"I've never been to France before. None of this was in the brochures. I've been searching the world for my true love."
"This is The Chair of Endless Energy. It was exported from somewhere in the Caribbean by the scientist who created it. There are six others and some people believe that if you bring all seven together you would have the power to rule the world."
"Really?"
"That's what the people say."
The man walked away and jogged after his companions. Gwendolyn sought out the nearest cafe, which wasn't very far away, and sat down to think that over.
I'm sure if I rule the world then I can find the right guy. I'm sure. Then I'll have power, money and the perfect man. Wonderful.
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This set Gwendolyn's search anew. She began scouring the planet for The Seven Chairs. Her hair turned from white as snow to black as night. Her pupils turned the color of the bottom of a deep pool, nearly black, but slightly blue. Her dresses stayed their normal sunny colors though
Soon she founded she needed a companion. But she did not want a human to be along with her. She decided a bunny would be most suitable for her purposes. She tried a bird, but found it much too annoying.
She came home to see her mother before starting on her "mission." She almost didn't recognize her. Her face was the thing she remembered. Her beautiful, beautiful face.
Author: Joelle
Words: 592
The Transformation (Chapter Two)
Gwendolyn was, to say the least, one of the most beautiful children in Canada. Prince Edward Island, at least. Her hair was as white as snow and her eyes as grey as a storm cloud. Her skin was always tan and never pale. All of this together might not sound attractive, but altogether was beautiful. She was a bit of a tomboy and always tried to hide it. She always played with the boys and her hair was always dirtied. No matter how hard her nanny tried, the dirt would never stay out of her hair for long. None of the boys ever noticed how beautiful she was until she couldn't hide it anymore.
Soon Gwen's mother made her start to wear dresses instead of pants. She was told to stop playing with the boys. Gwen's hair was cut and kept clean. Even if she was goin to disobey her parents she couldn't have. The boys had stopped treating her as one of their own. And when the girls saw her, they were jealous. Gwendolyn was all alone.
After every man on the island had courted Gwendolyn unsuccessfully she broke down. She cried for days in a helpless effort. But soon she came to her senses again. Gwen knew that the right guy was out there somewhere, she just needed to find him.
Gwen began to travel the world in search of her true love. She went across all of Canada and the US. She toured Mexico and Central and South America. She went through a lot of Europe. She skipped a lot of Asia though. By then, she was lacking money. She went to Italy and Greece, however. It was when she was in France that she first learned about the chairs.
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The Chair of Endless Energy had become quite a tourist attraction. It was allowed to walk through the streets of Paris accompanied by several guards. Gwendolyn, curious walked up to one of the men.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"What do you mean? This is the most famous chair in all of Europe!"
"I've never been to France before. None of this was in the brochures. I've been searching the world for my true love."
"This is The Chair of Endless Energy. It was exported from somewhere in the Caribbean by the scientist who created it. There are six others and some people believe that if you bring all seven together you would have the power to rule the world."
"Really?"
"That's what the people say."
The man walked away and jogged after his companions. Gwendolyn sought out the nearest cafe, which wasn't very far away, and sat down to think that over.
I'm sure if I rule the world then I can find the right guy. I'm sure. Then I'll have power, money and the perfect man. Wonderful.
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This set Gwendolyn's search anew. She began scouring the planet for The Seven Chairs. Her hair turned from white as snow to black as night. Her pupils turned the color of the bottom of a deep pool, nearly black, but slightly blue. Her dresses stayed their normal sunny colors though
Soon she founded she needed a companion. But she did not want a human to be along with her. She decided a bunny would be most suitable for her purposes. She tried a bird, but found it much too annoying.
She came home to see her mother before starting on her "mission." She almost didn't recognize her. Her face was the thing she remembered. Her beautiful, beautiful face.
Title: Chairs of Doom
Author: Joelle
Words: 661
El Fin? (Chapter Three)
Gwendolyn was lurking in the shadows of a Paris alley. She had spotted The Chair of Endless Energy and was waiting to pounce. She seemed to have an advantage over others who would have tried this. Since the last time she'd been here she'd learned a little bit of magic. For example, she could disappear from one place and be in another in a matter of seconds. She could also suspend gravity in a space. As soon as the chair passed the alley she was going to suspend gravity around the guards, grab the chair, and bounce out of there.
Just as planned, the guards passed and floated into the air. She ran out grabbed the chair and let gravity return. Then, she was gone. The guards looking for the world like they'd been beat over the head with a melon.
Next was The Chair of Flames in Spain. That was a bit harder as she had to get the timing just right as well. Then, The Chair of Teeth in Italy. Which went off without a hitch except for the fact that it bit her when she got back to her 'palace.' Yes, Gwendolyn had a palace. She bounced back there once she was done. It was located somewhere in Central Asia. It had the containment units for the chairs so that she wouldn't get bitten. At least, not constantly anyway.
Then, The Chair of Collapse in India. Next, The Floating Chair in Germany, which was fun because she sat in the chair, rose, and then bounced back. Next was The Bomb Chair in Australia and finally The Chair of Sweet Scents in The United States of America.
All of the robberies took elaborate planning, but the result was always the same. Gwen stole the chair and left the guards very confused. I'm sure you wouldn't want to hear about all the elaborate planning though. Very boring stuff if you ask me.
After a few months of careful planning and rash actions Gwendolyn had collected all seven of the chairs. She was sitting in the private office of her palace laughing evilly when a thought struck her. How would she take over the world? This would all be for nothing if she couldn't fulfill her dream! Of all the stories she'd heard of The Seven Chairs not one mentioned how one would accomplish that.
El Fin.
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"But, Grandpa, the story can't be over yet!" Billy cried as his grandpa closed the book.
"Oh, yes it can. You see this story holds a moral that you have to think things through and is a fundamental way of showing how good triumphs evil. Evil usually fails to think things through," Grandpa said patiently.
"But it can't just end!" Billy said, dismayed.
"That's because it isn't." This came from Billy's mother who was, without a doubt, coming to tell Grandpa to leave as it was past Billy's bedtime.
"That it is not. But it makes a good story none the less. You see, the last bit of this story hasn't happened yet. I could tell you millions of things that could happen, but we'll just have to wait and see," Grandpa said, standing up to leave.
"So, this story was written before it was even over?" Billy asked quizzically.
"Yes. But in the end good will triumph over evil. And it's bunny," Billy's mom said, moving aside to let Grandpa out.
"So I am to believe that this story is still going on and that Gwendolyn is at this moment, sitting on the floor waiting to have the power to take over the world?" Billy said.
"Yes. Now go to bed." Billy's mother again. She turned out the light and Billy laid down and closed his eyes.
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A flash of lightning streaks across the sky. A bunny hops across the lawn in front of The White House. A beautiful girl with black hair and a colorful dress walks up behind it.
Author: Joelle
Words: 661
El Fin? (Chapter Three)
Gwendolyn was lurking in the shadows of a Paris alley. She had spotted The Chair of Endless Energy and was waiting to pounce. She seemed to have an advantage over others who would have tried this. Since the last time she'd been here she'd learned a little bit of magic. For example, she could disappear from one place and be in another in a matter of seconds. She could also suspend gravity in a space. As soon as the chair passed the alley she was going to suspend gravity around the guards, grab the chair, and bounce out of there.
Just as planned, the guards passed and floated into the air. She ran out grabbed the chair and let gravity return. Then, she was gone. The guards looking for the world like they'd been beat over the head with a melon.
Next was The Chair of Flames in Spain. That was a bit harder as she had to get the timing just right as well. Then, The Chair of Teeth in Italy. Which went off without a hitch except for the fact that it bit her when she got back to her 'palace.' Yes, Gwendolyn had a palace. She bounced back there once she was done. It was located somewhere in Central Asia. It had the containment units for the chairs so that she wouldn't get bitten. At least, not constantly anyway.
Then, The Chair of Collapse in India. Next, The Floating Chair in Germany, which was fun because she sat in the chair, rose, and then bounced back. Next was The Bomb Chair in Australia and finally The Chair of Sweet Scents in The United States of America.
All of the robberies took elaborate planning, but the result was always the same. Gwen stole the chair and left the guards very confused. I'm sure you wouldn't want to hear about all the elaborate planning though. Very boring stuff if you ask me.
After a few months of careful planning and rash actions Gwendolyn had collected all seven of the chairs. She was sitting in the private office of her palace laughing evilly when a thought struck her. How would she take over the world? This would all be for nothing if she couldn't fulfill her dream! Of all the stories she'd heard of The Seven Chairs not one mentioned how one would accomplish that.
El Fin.
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"But, Grandpa, the story can't be over yet!" Billy cried as his grandpa closed the book.
"Oh, yes it can. You see this story holds a moral that you have to think things through and is a fundamental way of showing how good triumphs evil. Evil usually fails to think things through," Grandpa said patiently.
"But it can't just end!" Billy said, dismayed.
"That's because it isn't." This came from Billy's mother who was, without a doubt, coming to tell Grandpa to leave as it was past Billy's bedtime.
"That it is not. But it makes a good story none the less. You see, the last bit of this story hasn't happened yet. I could tell you millions of things that could happen, but we'll just have to wait and see," Grandpa said, standing up to leave.
"So, this story was written before it was even over?" Billy asked quizzically.
"Yes. But in the end good will triumph over evil. And it's bunny," Billy's mom said, moving aside to let Grandpa out.
"So I am to believe that this story is still going on and that Gwendolyn is at this moment, sitting on the floor waiting to have the power to take over the world?" Billy said.
"Yes. Now go to bed." Billy's mother again. She turned out the light and Billy laid down and closed his eyes.
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A flash of lightning streaks across the sky. A bunny hops across the lawn in front of The White House. A beautiful girl with black hair and a colorful dress walks up behind it.
Title: Chairs of Doom
Author: Joelle
Words: 788
Happy Endings (Chapter Four)
"I demand to see the president." Gwen is standing outside of the Oval Office speaking to a Secret Service Agent. He just looks at her, nods, and looks away again. Suddenly she isn't there anymore. She's inside the office.
"Mr President!" Gwen says, putting on a huge smile.
"Hello. Who are you? I didn't even hear you come in," President Obama says.
"I'm the girl that's trying to take over the world," she says, still smiling.
"Oh, well I'm sure we could work something out."
"I don't think you'll like it Mr President."
"Why not? We could make this to both of our advantages."
"I don't think that will work for me. You see, I am searching for the perfect man. And in doing that I will control the world. It will make it a lot easier to find him then."
"What do you want from us?"
"Nothing from us," she says, putting air quotes around the word 'us' and smiling pleasantly. "I just want you to hand over your country. Which would only be a sacrifice on your part."
"I cannot do that."
"I'm sure you can. It's either that or you give up your life and all chances of having order enough to ever gain your country back."
"How about I remain the leader of this country and you leave?"
"I don't see how that would work out, Mr President. I need to rule the world. And I can do that the easy way or the hard way." As she said this she remained smiling and began to lift President Obama into the air.
"Okay. But I need to keep a face of running the country on. I cannot have the people thinking that they have been overcome by a single girl."
"And a bunny."
"Whatever. So what do you want now?"
"I want you to tell me who you got that chair from."
"What chair?"
"The Chair of Sweet Scents! Who did you get it from and where are they located?!"
"The Lost Scientist sent them to us. He is located somewhere in the Caribbean Islands. That is all we know."
"Alrighty then. I'll go. Hold down the fort for me while I'm gone will you?"
With that she was gone. Poofed. To the Caribbean Islands no doubt.
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Gwen appears in the Caribbean Islands, bunny in tow. She had actually transported herself right in front of a giant warehouse. She walks inside and down some stairs. She comes to a large lab.
"Hello! Is anyone down here?!" she calls.
"I am! Over here!" Gwendolyn swivels her gaze so that it lands on a man who is waving at her. She walks over to him and stands directly in front of him, inches from his face.
"Who are you?" she says.
"Why, I am The Lost Scientist. Lost to the world so that I may continue my work! Who are you, might I ask?" he says joyfully.
"How do I control the world? I collected all your chairs and I want to rule the world," she demands angrily.
"All you have to do is press that button," The Lost Scientist says as he pointed to a giant red button on the wall. Gwen stalks over to it and presses it hard with her index finger. A hole opens up in the ceiling and a glass case mounted on a steel pole begin to descend from it. When the case is just below eye-level, it stops. It contains a single piece of paper. It is folded and Gwen visibly lights up. Gwen pulls on the bottom of the glass, which is also made of steel. When it comes off she takes the note and unfolds it. She begins to read it out loud.
"Dear Gwendolyn, This triumph was made just for you. We knew that you would win. We knew you didn't really want to take over the world..." She had faded into silence. Now her eyes dart across the page.
"I never knew that was there," The Lost Scientist says looking up. Gwendolyn looks from him to the paper and back to him again.
"What? What does that note say?" The Lost Scientist asks, curious. Gwen hands him the note. "Dear Gwendolyn..." He dissolves into murmurs. "...take over the world. You only wanted the perfect man. Now that you've made it all the way out here you deserve to know. The man you were looking for is the scientist who created the chairs. He is as different as you are in your own respects. Signed, Jasmine Silverviolet." The Lost Scientist looks up. "You have all my chairs? Could you bring them back to me? I love them."
"I think I could arrange that," Gwendolyn says.
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Happy Endings (Chapter Four)
"I demand to see the president." Gwen is standing outside of the Oval Office speaking to a Secret Service Agent. He just looks at her, nods, and looks away again. Suddenly she isn't there anymore. She's inside the office.
"Mr President!" Gwen says, putting on a huge smile.
"Hello. Who are you? I didn't even hear you come in," President Obama says.
"I'm the girl that's trying to take over the world," she says, still smiling.
"Oh, well I'm sure we could work something out."
"I don't think you'll like it Mr President."
"Why not? We could make this to both of our advantages."
"I don't think that will work for me. You see, I am searching for the perfect man. And in doing that I will control the world. It will make it a lot easier to find him then."
"What do you want from us?"
"Nothing from us," she says, putting air quotes around the word 'us' and smiling pleasantly. "I just want you to hand over your country. Which would only be a sacrifice on your part."
"I cannot do that."
"I'm sure you can. It's either that or you give up your life and all chances of having order enough to ever gain your country back."
"How about I remain the leader of this country and you leave?"
"I don't see how that would work out, Mr President. I need to rule the world. And I can do that the easy way or the hard way." As she said this she remained smiling and began to lift President Obama into the air.
"Okay. But I need to keep a face of running the country on. I cannot have the people thinking that they have been overcome by a single girl."
"And a bunny."
"Whatever. So what do you want now?"
"I want you to tell me who you got that chair from."
"What chair?"
"The Chair of Sweet Scents! Who did you get it from and where are they located?!"
"The Lost Scientist sent them to us. He is located somewhere in the Caribbean Islands. That is all we know."
"Alrighty then. I'll go. Hold down the fort for me while I'm gone will you?"
With that she was gone. Poofed. To the Caribbean Islands no doubt.
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Gwen appears in the Caribbean Islands, bunny in tow. She had actually transported herself right in front of a giant warehouse. She walks inside and down some stairs. She comes to a large lab.
"Hello! Is anyone down here?!" she calls.
"I am! Over here!" Gwendolyn swivels her gaze so that it lands on a man who is waving at her. She walks over to him and stands directly in front of him, inches from his face.
"Who are you?" she says.
"Why, I am The Lost Scientist. Lost to the world so that I may continue my work! Who are you, might I ask?" he says joyfully.
"How do I control the world? I collected all your chairs and I want to rule the world," she demands angrily.
"All you have to do is press that button," The Lost Scientist says as he pointed to a giant red button on the wall. Gwen stalks over to it and presses it hard with her index finger. A hole opens up in the ceiling and a glass case mounted on a steel pole begin to descend from it. When the case is just below eye-level, it stops. It contains a single piece of paper. It is folded and Gwen visibly lights up. Gwen pulls on the bottom of the glass, which is also made of steel. When it comes off she takes the note and unfolds it. She begins to read it out loud.
"Dear Gwendolyn, This triumph was made just for you. We knew that you would win. We knew you didn't really want to take over the world..." She had faded into silence. Now her eyes dart across the page.
"I never knew that was there," The Lost Scientist says looking up. Gwendolyn looks from him to the paper and back to him again.
"What? What does that note say?" The Lost Scientist asks, curious. Gwen hands him the note. "Dear Gwendolyn..." He dissolves into murmurs. "...take over the world. You only wanted the perfect man. Now that you've made it all the way out here you deserve to know. The man you were looking for is the scientist who created the chairs. He is as different as you are in your own respects. Signed, Jasmine Silverviolet." The Lost Scientist looks up. "You have all my chairs? Could you bring them back to me? I love them."
"I think I could arrange that," Gwendolyn says.
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Notes: running a little slow with this story, but will have it going up to finish soon.
1 : God at the Gates
The cosmos has gotten boring again.
The cosmos was once a place of many people and much adventure; yet much confusion. God brought all of that to an end.
God yawns. He stretches to his full height. He’s looking at Peter. With peculiarity he calls on one of the angels.
“Football!” God exclaims to an angel, meaning ‘did you just see that?’. With an aside God snickers; God says “seize that!” in an awful and mundane sort of sense.
It isn’t nice tricking God. God who’s no fool easily sees that something is amiss and going to go wrong and takes the initiative. With Luceille there has been much trouble. Luceille has been a dark angel from the beginning and is the cousin of Satan the original liar. God stood there in God’s gates watching the flock come of people up to the gates to be let in to heaven. God had made his usual smile to greet them but God still sensed the trouble. Peter stood waiting on God to open the Gate and allow Peter and the heaven’s angels to greet the troubled people and their pasts past the Gate and into giving them life in heaven. Peter stood and waited on God. God decided to hold up and stood and waited.
Clouds appeared and separated above God’s head. In frustration God choose not to open the gate immediately. Instead God sent out a group of angels to direct the oncoming flow of spirits and to divert them until God’s feeling of the trouble coming subsided, and to inspect the flock for infiltrators, one never can be too sure.
Minutes only passed and his feeling didn’t grow immediately. One of God’s favorite angels came and went filled with news and a revelation.
That angel traveled down to a temple on the Earth bringing the message for one of the trusted ones.
The chosen one or eleutherian was in the temple and had been in a heavy dream when the angel arrived.
2. The Eleutherian
The angel appeared before the woman in the temple. It ascended until it was before the woman. The woman was working and when she finally realized to look up she was looking in at a great pair of wings. The angel waved its wings down at her. Extending them, the angels sometimes used this as a way to communicate, they point out their wings until fully extended and the feathers looked like wisps of light. It was kind of an offering to the people who saw the angels. People rarely saw a being in an ethereal presence like that of beings of God’s many angels.
The angel unfurled a magical scroll and waved his hand for the woman to come see what God had said had come to pass.
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“Come.” Said a woman to a boy lipped, but fairly tall and stood very stoutly. His trudging right behind her, her beckoning of her voice was to prove where to go in this swamp.
“Sashay there is no way you are going to go far in this much muck. Let’s camp outside these swamps, I don’t like this.” The large man’s voice voraciously boomed as he let down his gentle boots, his axe and lumpy bag to a wet ground. “Hear me priestess, wizard-grand dame, me Football, go no further!” he exclaimed.
“By the winds, are yer dafter?” exclaimed the priestess. She had turned for the briefest of moments. Her beauty merely had an effect on the rest of the swamp. It shone on its parts revealing that she stood in the mists of ruins of land guiltily. Her dress was made of unusual fabric only a queen could afford. There was no straps, because it was cut across her and held snugly against her chest. Her slim shoulders therefore protruded. Her mouth there after twitched and then was set agape as she waited on the dwarf to pick up his gear he had trodden with. Sashay the priestess held on one arm her great pecking bird. Their faces still froze with hatred for the place she has just left. Doom for that castle and all those who would remain. She was lucky to escape.
“We have no purpose to leave priestess. There was no one coming, yer was just wrong. All sorts of misshapen things come and goes, those just does. Yer was just rungzy, let’s go back.” The dwarf named Football decided for once the priestess could have been wrong because it remained far to quiet in the distance to mean anything.
“No, I dare not.” Sashay said.
“Why not?” He pleaded in a deeply but immature throaty squawk.
“Because,” She said.
Three days had past since they came to the castle. One reason or another Sashay felt indifferent to the people there. As if it had been a mistake to come.
“Because I’ve been called away,” she added. “Never mind those crones back at Castle Surebrock, we’re just not going back, no way.” Sashay said pulling her dress along as she began to head into the swamp. “this is the shortest way. Let’s get there before dawn, I’ll hate being in the sun in this dress.”
“Dawn? Sashay, I need sleep. I need to get rest, you only have that dress?”
“Yes, yes, yes. But it’s all your own fault for drinking with the other gentlemen in the castle, I told you not too.”
“True, but I said I’ll try one, then it was just another.”
“Then after a few you didn’t know any longer?”
“That’s right.”
Sashay prompted Football to quicken his senses.
They strode for hours.
“You didn’t answer me Sashay. You only have the one dress?”
“It doesn’t matter, we are here.” Sashay said pointing to a temple down at the side of a mountain. They had escaped the swamps and were happy to have found a temple.
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Football enters the temple to find a lonely woman standing there. She bends her head. They have met somewhere before or in another time. She looks up at him, trapping his curiousness into a lock. Her lock. He doesn’t sway from the fright he should, but bites his tongue. She is beautiful. Not like Sashay at all but very beautiful.
5. The Sunbeam
The woman that lived at the foot of a mountain in a temple at the foot of the swamp was no other than a Sunbeam. They were women who at one time lived in clouds who had survived from long ago and now find rest in places sometimes on Earth. She knows things about nature, her tribe have always been a part of the cloud, some were giant women and some small and beautiful like Hera, who had been come down to the Earth, she was very beautiful.
Hera had drawn a little curtsy with her dress, in the temple her dress appeared a simple smock of pink with soft blue ribbon sashaying her shoulder. She wore a tight marbling ash-graying garland woven and placed on her head. Her cold staring black eyes outshone her modest skin pale color. Her blondness was like lightning and burning as the scepter she held. Her scepter had many flowers woven and feathers from a peacock on one end; a sign of prosperity.
“This is her who called for me.” The priestess Sashay answered for Football. He stood unfashionably glaring open mouthed at the woman of the temple. Shoots of sunbeam escaped the woman when she moved toward them in greeting.
“Welcome, huntress – priestess – and wizard, I need your help. You are highly recommended to me.”
“Oh?” Sashay asked not in the least impressed. She had never had a successful adventure yet, not one she was totally proud of herself. Even though if this woman knew Sashay and called her to seek this temple, then it was okay. Now she wanted to know what adventure she was going to. First she would have to strike a bargain and set the price, then she would move on as she always did. Eventually others will have heard of her and she could set her price.
“Yes. Only it is a mission.” Hera stated. “One God has appointed either of us to complete. Let’s be on our way now.” Hera pointed to the door of her temple which merely led back outside.
“We leave now?” Football asked.
“We leave now. There is no time for anything else, I will explain as we go to the Sand Planes. There are no secrets between us. Now come.” Hera made as fact her statements questioning the two to follow.
“First we bargain, and then I decide.” Sashay said. She gave a false glare to Hera.
She wasn’t the first adventurer to be duped by wealthy pushers who didn’t give the earnings afterward, there was need of guarantees.
Hera pulled from her sleeve a magical scroll the angel had left with her.
“This explains what is to be done and what we will earn.” Hera pointed to the scroll.
After Sashay read it she still was unsure what to believe. Any of it could be true. Any of it not. The angel descended once again from the gates of heaven before Hera and this time Football and Sashay were present. It wasn’t a mirage Hera had had earlier, it was an ethereal creature of the dominion of God.
After much derision the three set out on foot together towards the Sand Planes.
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“See the moon at these times? They shone so wonderful this time of year.” Hera said. She led the group to the Plains, and they looked for water but found none. The moon was full and big in the night and the air was blue but there was no water.
7. The Dunes
“The safest way through the Sand Plains is to avoid directly walking great distances against storms. There it is easy to lose your sense of direction and become lost. I don’t like the Plains much even myself.” Hera said.
Sashay tried understanding what it was like as a Sunbeam. A creature not ethereal in chemistry. But Hera could read magic, use it and change her shape to cloud. Hera had many gifts and she was making herself ready to use them against Luceille or even Satan when the time came.
Luceille wasn’t here on Earth. It was unlikely god would cast a second demon to the Earth no matter the penalty of treason against the angels and heaven. Luceille was not likely aware they were attempting to thwart his latest plans. And Satan may learn of it. But once they put a stop to Luceille then he would have to even pay the price. And God’s anger can’t consume himself.
In time they had reached dunes that had forests and water. The three reached water and set camp in one patch of forest near a river and Football caught fish. He managed to stagger around looking for enough herbs and roots he liked to cook the fish in a pot into a stew. They all ate heartily that day.
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They camped slept that night and woke by sunrise. They were unsure why they were walking so much. The walking was getting to Sashay, and Sashay’s boots were making her feet sore.
Hera hadn’t changed very much. Football had talked with her more and more.
Three angels ascended on them and tried to speak. Everything they said came out lies.
“We know God asked you to find Satan, but he is now back with God. God has changed his will and wants you three to stop looking now.”
Hera shrugged and continued to walk. Sashay held onto Football as they attempted to ignore the three angels.
“You don’t believe?” One finally questioned.
“I don’t know what you mean.” Hera answered.
“Then it’s your own fault if you meet with trouble, God protects his flock only when he leads, only those who disobey be destroyed.” The angel said, and then they each disappeared.
Hera turned to her train, “Whatever they wanted, they left and they warned us. We know what type of mischievous angels those were. We only don’t know what is coming.”
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9. A Cave near The Black Sea
The three angels disappeared to only reappear and not very far off but in another place to greet the boss of crime, war and famine. And lest evil and punishment. A patient creature evil became, made of fabrics of heaven and now cast to be among the people of Earth in their likeness and for years observing things since it’s creation of man. He stood looming a song impatiently on his playing golden harp. A beautiful thing it was, it had a figure of a woman’s torso carved in it. He pulled the string tempting to let it hum a tune as the three angels enter and interrupt him. He rose suddenly sleekly softly.
“You learned something?” Satan asks.
“No lord. There are but three traveling from the temple to seek something. We think they bring a message from God to you. Is this right? Should they be brought and left to you?” One asked.
“No. Why should God seek mortals to make a difference unless he has some great task the rest of Earth must witness? No, I believe he wouldn’t try talking to me now unless he needed me again, maybe he will. Maybe I am needed, but he wouldn’t send them looking for me.” He thought for a moment to his own vanity and decided that he could help God if God helped him. “Did they hint that I was sought after?” Satan questioned.
“No lord, they proved secretive.” One replied.
“And you can’t break them?” he asked.
“No. One seemed weak, the one called Football, but they were protecting him with their wizardry.”
“I see. Well I may send you to follow them if they adventure far. Don’t go far!” he said to the three angels pointing to a bench in a corner implying they sit. Sitting they flared a dark light over their faces and waited on Satan.
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Hera had carried a small statue made from gold in a purse. It was a mother joined to a baby and with a rainbow over their heads. No doubt a trade value that could be melted down into raw material then used for making jewelry. They entered one of the village market places, she managed to sell the statue for her goods. Sashay found she liked something and changed into more suitable clothing. She took good boots. Also she kept the cape Hera gave her when they left the temple. She found a broach and attached it making it a hooded cape over her bodice. She found it hot walking all day. She believe having it in a hood would help her travel longer in this heat, and the smell of the cloak fabric reminded her of Spiro, an ancient material no longer used by magicians and was impossible to find anywhere anymore.
A limping man came was walking from a local tavern obviously drunk with his wine, walking the same as others in the market. He then stopped to stare from a near pole next to the door used for roping a lash for donkeys.
Standing there staring at arrivals until he lost his patience was familiar. He hated the attention visitors always got from the merchants and beggars, always being grabbed onto or pulled. Only these three gave generous with their money, and another reason for Ledman to try and break up the greedy crowd and help the visitors was they were going in the wrong direction.
Ledman watched that the sun was going down but then he pulled out his lantern and lit it from a hip sack. He drew closer and walked to them. This was the way if you wanted to get them away. They only wanted your money now and don’t care how they get it, he mumbled thinking.
“You can’t blame them, you gave them money.” Ledman said sadly admitting to a truth, that beggars in a market were hard to get rid of.
“Well they can have it,” Hera said to Ledman.
“Oh no. Please don’t say that; and don’t give them charity, no. None of that. They are heathens. They will work to get it, you watch. Come. Follow me to my place, I have nice food and a nice room you may share with and it will be free, just for visitors.” Ledman said.
“Where?” Asked Football.
Ledman pointed to an old door on a shack built next to a churchyard. There was a light from a burning candle coming to life in the window now.
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They walked toward the shack. Ledman went inside. He had a donkey tied to a post outside too, and he took as many sticks there were on it placing them on his back. He looked like a little man, dark from sun with all the weight of the sticks on his back. He carried them inside to the kitchen. When Football attempted to help, Ledman smiled and beckoned them to come inside.
Instead there was a table with a young girl of maybe twelve putting plates on it. She had it lit with only one candle now that the sun was falling, but it was big and lighted the enormous room.
“Night comes quickly this time of season. Come, sit and my daughter will bring some stew for us in a few moments.” Clapping his hands his daughter smiled in return then merely turned to the other door that led to some kind of kitchen.
“You are some kind of priest?” Football asked excitedly.
“Aren’t we all? Yes, I am fond of God and his garden and the seed of life, and give for his opinion and the divinity and also I am a seer of his, all my stolid wisdom.” Ledman said waving both hands around in a cross while his beard fell all about.
He watched Football looking at Ledman in his curious fashion, with pity for the hump on Ledman’s back. Ledman tried to raise his chin even higher.
“Oh, you see, I first was a bell ringer when we had a bell, but it was stolen when I was still a youth. In those days anything may have been stolen. And as I aged I missed the ringing greatly, and then again when the priest died he had left me this church. I’m also a good cook, and so are all of my daughters and the locals address me Father Ledman.”
“Well Father Ledman we are only passing. We are on a secretive mission of sorts.” Football admitted.
“Oh?” Ledman trying not to become too curious in case he should learn nothing of this secret his new friends were meaning.
“Are you not interested Father?” Asked Sashay feeling a kind of pity for this hunchback man.
“Oh no. No. God is my Shepard I mean to do his will and keeping his secrets. Really if I knew yours what difference will it make?” Ledman asked.
“God wants us to find someone who has disappeared, and gone missing. He seems to think it was sometime before last night, that there was an important angel kidnapped. We are going find this angel but we seek guidance.” Hera said.
Ledman paused without and took a deep breath. So it was understandable to him. One of God’s angels was held somewhere against their freewill, abducted by the evil side, and these three were looking for some holy relics or someone holy to tell them where the angel may be. Exercises for the heathens and learn of the missing angel’s whereabouts.
“I wish I were able to help. I will pray on behalf of God you find the angel you speak of.” Ledman pulled out rosaries. A very old cross tied to another cross dangled. “May you only tell me who it was if it was Michael?” The priest enquired.
“No it was not Michael. This happened to another angel, but important to God.” Hera said. “We are looking for people in pure spirit who will help divine how or where this missing angel is hidden.”
Ledman stood up when another of his daughters entered the room carrying the bowls of soup. They ate and Ledman entertained the visitors with tales of Babylon as his guests rejoiced with the thoughts they were closer in finding a way in their mission save God.
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Father Ledman’s energetic daughters played at music instruments well past the sun setting. They woke up at sun rise and went about quickly to prepare breakfast.
If the weather permits one of them at dawn steps outside to open the wooden shutters freeing up the darkness and extinguishes candles and letting in fresh air.
The Father merely rolled to one side and adjusted himself, and sitting up turned out of his bed. The goodness of the still morning air reached him, his window was open. A small hole made to allow light and with wood shutters.
If anything Father Ledman was attuned to treatment of being special in his family, life was well and God knew it. The shack was built on a little street hill right next to the church. Father Ledman turned putting on shoes and an old ragged piece of clothing. His body just levitated this morning, guests in his home reinvigorated the old man. Then he took a fixed look at his necklace with the two crosses with calming hands and tied them with one string at the back of his neck. Father Ledman’s crosses dangled and slid down and then hung into his chest until they were under his aging rags in his protection.
A sparse room of no valuable luxury. Only a chair that had his fresh new day clothes hanging on a backing of the chair. This chair was made from a tree trunk and three boards nailed behind it for a backing to rest when sitting.
This morning had a beginning with the good weather so the girls collected leaves from a sapling tree and made some herbal tea. And used some gum also and put it into porridge for taste.
Sashay told Horus her pecking bird to be quiet, the falcon cockatoo had said ‘Big tiger, bad tiger, nope no nope.’ Horus’s dark gape tensed up and then his feathers struck out expanding, billowy to full length. He tried to circle the room.
A calico cat found its way back into the shack. Through a night of heat it staggered in in thirst looking for water from one of the daughters. It took a sudden dislike for fancying torturing the huge pecking bird.
The daughters rush in from the kitchen to save the cat after they hear her scream at a cat attempting to catch it and put it outside.
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i dont know, i dont really have that much time to do writing contest, i might stay in it but only do maybe one contest a month or so, yea i think im just going to do that instead of quit
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