Madam Elvet's fortune cookies were always right. She really could see the future. A nice profit came from those cookies and even though she knew no one actually wanted to know their future she wrote them anyway.
Max knew that Madam Elvet's cookies never lied. He had bought them before and it had always happened. Plus the cookies were so precise. He wasn't afraid of these cookies and bought them every once in a while.
Normally they would say things like -
"A dog will bark at you as you walk past the blue house with the white door on the way home."
It meant nothing to him. Max was a 15-year-old boy with shaggy brown hair and blue eyes. He only had one sister, Rebecca. He was an average boy with a passion for science.
One day he was out with Rebecca, she went to the market and Max decided to buy one of Madam Elvet's cookies. He walked into the store and calmly picked up a cookie, he bought it an left.
He cracked open the cookie, it said -
"The first person you see who is holding an apple in their right hand will be the person who kills you."
He almost fell down right there. He had never gotten a fortune this serious.
Then he saw his sister coming up to him. She was eating a red apple. The words of his fortune played in his head. Was his sister also his his murderer?
"That's a nice apple you're holding in your right hand," he said.
She thought about this for a few seconds. "This isn't my right hand, it's my left," she said. "Here, I bought one for you too. She got it out without using her right hand at all.
Then she softly placed an apple in Max's right hand.
Jan 31, 2010
Stars upon Thars
Okay, so I am planning on changing the title some day, but for now it totally works. This story is based loosely around Dr. Seuss's "The Sneetches". It's actually really similar. I don't remember where I got this idea or if I thought of Dr. Seuss before or after. It has pretty much the same message as "The Sneetches". Oh, and in case you didn't notice that's where the title comes from to from the familiar line, "Now, the Star-Belly Sneetches had bellies with stars. The Plain-Belly Sneetches had none upon thars."
There is a society where people are gifted as soon as they turn eighteen. There are three kind of gifts: incredible beauty, some kind of super power, and invincibility. Now, it's very rare for some one to get all three gifts, there is only about ten at a time. These people are most admired and can do what ever they want. A little less rare is getting two gifts, there is only about fifty who have these. These people have only a few jobs they can't do and are still admired. Most of the population only has one gift, they have limited jobs and are quite common. Then there are those who don't have any gift. No one is quite sure why they don't have a gift, maybe they were forgotten. But they never exceed five, and there fate is in the hands of others. There lives are terrible.
It's quite hard to tell if someone has a gift (unless it's beauty.) So to determine who has these gifts they have stars on their arms. Perhaps who ever gave them the gifts believe that they should have some kind of representation to show that they are special. It's a simple star, but a special one.
Our story takes place in this society. It's a small place about five hundred as their population. But we are focusing on two people who were not gifted.
Their names are Rose and Ron Nickol. Like most ungifted people they don't have the best lives ever. They were twins, brother and sister, who live in a one room apartment who have the job nobody wants. Actually most ungifted people don't even have jobs. But luckily for them, they had a friend in school, who offered them a job.
His name is Mr. Joesph Calone. He isn't the nicest person you will ever meet, but he isn't the meanest either. He didn't hire the Nickols because he felt bad for them, he hired them because he needed some one under him. That was his dream: to have some one under him.
He worked for a factory that made a lot of things. (Most factories make numerous things that aren't related because of the small population.) He was the designer. He decided that was very big job and when he did it, he did it with them. They mostly cleaned up after him and got him what ever he wanted at the moment. He mostly just liked them around for when he got frustrated he could boss around.
But the truth was they didn't mind. They thought they deserved it because they didn't have a star. Like it was their fault or something.
But let us get started with the story. It was a very important day in the factory. Today, Rachel Hensworth, a woman with three stars was coming to judge the factory. It seemed, today, the factory was cleaner then usual, at least to Emily Tolls, the owner of the factory.
That's weird. How did that happen? I'll ask the janitor, she thought looking at the shiny door handle. If you were passing by, you would think that she didn't know what a door handle was because as you looked over she was standing there looking at it with a very confused look on her face.
“Miss Tolls, what are you doing?” asked one of her employees.
“Why is it so clean?” she asked back.
“Mrs. Hensworth is coming over today,” her employee responded.
“Yeah, I knew that. But I remember leaving the office and it wasn't dirty but it wasn't this clean.”
“I think that uh, Mr. Calone, uh, told, uh, told those people to clean or something. They stayed over time,” her employee said.
“Huh?”
“Ask Mr. Calone.”
“Ugh, don't have time for that. Got things to do before Ms. Hensworth comes. Oh well, it doesn't matter much anyway,” Emily said to herself. But right at that moment, the bell that signaled that someone was coming in, rang.
It would have quite funny seeing almost all the company run to the door yelling “she's here” or “she early.” It was even funnier when they all got there, the surprise was that the Nikols, who were running late from cleaning all last night, were just arriving and had been the ones to open the door. But perhaps it was the funniest part to watch Emily yell at them just as Rachel came in.
“Miss Tolls, it doesn't make a very good impression on me, when I come in and you are yelling at your employees to not . . . be here,” Rachel said.
“Oh, not my employees, they work for our designer, Mr. Calone,” Emily said.
“So you yell at employees, that aren't even yours,” Rachel said.
“But they don't have any stars,” Emily said.
“Let me see your arms,” Rachel said.
Rose and Ron held out their arms to show their lack of stars.
“Not you. Miss Tolls,” Rachel said.
Miss Tolls held out her arm to show her star.
“One star, Miss Tolls?” Rachel said.
“Well, it is pretty rare for someone to get two stars, I mean only ten percent has two stars,” Emily said, shifting her feet back and forth.
“And yet, you run a company,” Rachel said.
“Yes,” Emily said.
“Do you see my point?” Rachel suggested.
“One star people shouldn't run companies,” Emily guessed.
Rachel shook her head. “I guess I'm ready for that tour. I hope it impresses me more then the introduction to you.”
“Right of course,” said Emily and she led Rachel around.
Mr. Calone was the one who was stuck with Rose and Ron.
“Rose,” he yelled.
“Yes, Mr. Calone,” she said.
“Didn't I ask you to prepare my office for Mrs. Henworth's visit?” he asked.
“Yes, sir. And I did,” she responded.
“Do it again,” he said.
“Yes, sir,” she said and headed in that direction.
“And Ron,”
“Yes, sir?”
“I need about 25 sheets of paper for the designs that I'm creating today,” he said.
“Yes, sir. Right away, sir,” Ron said and headed in his direction.
Life was good for Joseph.
There is a society where people are gifted as soon as they turn eighteen. There are three kind of gifts: incredible beauty, some kind of super power, and invincibility. Now, it's very rare for some one to get all three gifts, there is only about ten at a time. These people are most admired and can do what ever they want. A little less rare is getting two gifts, there is only about fifty who have these. These people have only a few jobs they can't do and are still admired. Most of the population only has one gift, they have limited jobs and are quite common. Then there are those who don't have any gift. No one is quite sure why they don't have a gift, maybe they were forgotten. But they never exceed five, and there fate is in the hands of others. There lives are terrible.
It's quite hard to tell if someone has a gift (unless it's beauty.) So to determine who has these gifts they have stars on their arms. Perhaps who ever gave them the gifts believe that they should have some kind of representation to show that they are special. It's a simple star, but a special one.
Our story takes place in this society. It's a small place about five hundred as their population. But we are focusing on two people who were not gifted.
Their names are Rose and Ron Nickol. Like most ungifted people they don't have the best lives ever. They were twins, brother and sister, who live in a one room apartment who have the job nobody wants. Actually most ungifted people don't even have jobs. But luckily for them, they had a friend in school, who offered them a job.
His name is Mr. Joesph Calone. He isn't the nicest person you will ever meet, but he isn't the meanest either. He didn't hire the Nickols because he felt bad for them, he hired them because he needed some one under him. That was his dream: to have some one under him.
He worked for a factory that made a lot of things. (Most factories make numerous things that aren't related because of the small population.) He was the designer. He decided that was very big job and when he did it, he did it with them. They mostly cleaned up after him and got him what ever he wanted at the moment. He mostly just liked them around for when he got frustrated he could boss around.
But the truth was they didn't mind. They thought they deserved it because they didn't have a star. Like it was their fault or something.
But let us get started with the story. It was a very important day in the factory. Today, Rachel Hensworth, a woman with three stars was coming to judge the factory. It seemed, today, the factory was cleaner then usual, at least to Emily Tolls, the owner of the factory.
That's weird. How did that happen? I'll ask the janitor, she thought looking at the shiny door handle. If you were passing by, you would think that she didn't know what a door handle was because as you looked over she was standing there looking at it with a very confused look on her face.
“Miss Tolls, what are you doing?” asked one of her employees.
“Why is it so clean?” she asked back.
“Mrs. Hensworth is coming over today,” her employee responded.
“Yeah, I knew that. But I remember leaving the office and it wasn't dirty but it wasn't this clean.”
“I think that uh, Mr. Calone, uh, told, uh, told those people to clean or something. They stayed over time,” her employee said.
“Huh?”
“Ask Mr. Calone.”
“Ugh, don't have time for that. Got things to do before Ms. Hensworth comes. Oh well, it doesn't matter much anyway,” Emily said to herself. But right at that moment, the bell that signaled that someone was coming in, rang.
It would have quite funny seeing almost all the company run to the door yelling “she's here” or “she early.” It was even funnier when they all got there, the surprise was that the Nikols, who were running late from cleaning all last night, were just arriving and had been the ones to open the door. But perhaps it was the funniest part to watch Emily yell at them just as Rachel came in.
“Miss Tolls, it doesn't make a very good impression on me, when I come in and you are yelling at your employees to not . . . be here,” Rachel said.
“Oh, not my employees, they work for our designer, Mr. Calone,” Emily said.
“So you yell at employees, that aren't even yours,” Rachel said.
“But they don't have any stars,” Emily said.
“Let me see your arms,” Rachel said.
Rose and Ron held out their arms to show their lack of stars.
“Not you. Miss Tolls,” Rachel said.
Miss Tolls held out her arm to show her star.
“One star, Miss Tolls?” Rachel said.
“Well, it is pretty rare for someone to get two stars, I mean only ten percent has two stars,” Emily said, shifting her feet back and forth.
“And yet, you run a company,” Rachel said.
“Yes,” Emily said.
“Do you see my point?” Rachel suggested.
“One star people shouldn't run companies,” Emily guessed.
Rachel shook her head. “I guess I'm ready for that tour. I hope it impresses me more then the introduction to you.”
“Right of course,” said Emily and she led Rachel around.
Mr. Calone was the one who was stuck with Rose and Ron.
“Rose,” he yelled.
“Yes, Mr. Calone,” she said.
“Didn't I ask you to prepare my office for Mrs. Henworth's visit?” he asked.
“Yes, sir. And I did,” she responded.
“Do it again,” he said.
“Yes, sir,” she said and headed in that direction.
“And Ron,”
“Yes, sir?”
“I need about 25 sheets of paper for the designs that I'm creating today,” he said.
“Yes, sir. Right away, sir,” Ron said and headed in his direction.
Life was good for Joseph.
Change Pictures
I realized that I had no pictures on here. I'm going to have to start adding more. I'm not a great artist, but I love drawing pictures from my stories. These ones all have to do with "Change". (A story I don't have posted on here.)
I thought that this was an amazing picture. This is the cover that I drew for my short novel "Change". I really liked it, even though the artistry isn't the best. I thought the leaves were cool.
This picture is also something I drew based off of Change. Two characters, Henry and Princess Sarah. The two never actually are together in the story, but I thought they were a cute couple. Oh, and if you know the ending to Change don't ruin it.
That's all the pictures I have right now. I really like them. I'm hoping to draw more character pictures soon, and not just for Change either, other stories too.
I thought that this was an amazing picture. This is the cover that I drew for my short novel "Change". I really liked it, even though the artistry isn't the best. I thought the leaves were cool.
This picture is also something I drew based off of Change. Two characters, Henry and Princess Sarah. The two never actually are together in the story, but I thought they were a cute couple. Oh, and if you know the ending to Change don't ruin it.
That's all the pictures I have right now. I really like them. I'm hoping to draw more character pictures soon, and not just for Change either, other stories too.
Jan 27, 2010
The Selfless
This story has a much more serious tone to it. It actually has to do with how a selfless act can go a long way. It also has to do with things like war, poverty, and national debt. Don't get offended, these are just my opinions.
Katie opened the door to her small house and threw the keys on the table, she then sat down and started to look quickly through the mail. She opened nothing but just threw it on the table to look at later. But something caught her eye, most of the letters had said her name, but not this one.
This one was unique from the others, the small manuscript read "Phillip D. Butler". It must have been a mistake. She started to think. Did she know a Phillip D. Butler? No. How close by did he live? What was the address? She gaped as she read her own address. The right thing to have done right then would have been to return the letter to post office and tell them of the mistake.
But that is not what happened. Katie was much to nosy to keep to her own business, the letter looked important and she wanted to open it. She justified her actions by thinking to herself, They'll probably just send it back anyway. And it was sent to my address, maybe they just got the name wrong.
So she opened it. It was a repossession letter. They were going to repossess her house unless she could get to them the proper amount of money by June 3, 2056.
"2056!" Katie exclaimed. That's when she felt herself get lifted up in the air by a rush of wind.
Katie opened the door to her small house and threw the keys on the table, she then sat down and started to look quickly through the mail. She opened nothing but just threw it on the table to look at later. But something caught her eye, most of the letters had said her name, but not this one.
This one was unique from the others, the small manuscript read "Phillip D. Butler". It must have been a mistake. She started to think. Did she know a Phillip D. Butler? No. How close by did he live? What was the address? She gaped as she read her own address. The right thing to have done right then would have been to return the letter to post office and tell them of the mistake.
But that is not what happened. Katie was much to nosy to keep to her own business, the letter looked important and she wanted to open it. She justified her actions by thinking to herself, They'll probably just send it back anyway. And it was sent to my address, maybe they just got the name wrong.
So she opened it. It was a repossession letter. They were going to repossess her house unless she could get to them the proper amount of money by June 3, 2056.
"2056!" Katie exclaimed. That's when she felt herself get lifted up in the air by a rush of wind.
Where I Came From
I've realized that a lot of my ideas are similar. Not surprised since a lot of them are based off of each other. Bear with me, hopefully you won't get bored.
This one is about Taylor, a girl who grows up in our time. She goes back in time and actually meets her great-grand father. (I know, already sounding familiar. But hey, this idea actually came first.)
I walked down the street, cellphone in hand, busily texting. I've walked this way plenty of times, I know where I'm going. At least I thought I knew where I was going. I hear nothing but the quiet sound of my sneakers on the wet ground. It had just rained a few minutes a go.
I took a right, and kept on walking.
Then I looked up. I didn't recognize the street I was on. I almost fainted right there when I realized I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere. I started to panic and put my cell phone away, after turning it off. The street didn't only not look familiar, it looked like it had been built years ago. And after seeing the people I was sure I had landed in some different time. Maybe an Amish town. But I knew their was no actual Amish towns that I could walk to from my school.
Something was wrong. I started to feel faint again, and suddenly all I saw was black.
This one is about Taylor, a girl who grows up in our time. She goes back in time and actually meets her great-grand father. (I know, already sounding familiar. But hey, this idea actually came first.)
I walked down the street, cellphone in hand, busily texting. I've walked this way plenty of times, I know where I'm going. At least I thought I knew where I was going. I hear nothing but the quiet sound of my sneakers on the wet ground. It had just rained a few minutes a go.
I took a right, and kept on walking.
Then I looked up. I didn't recognize the street I was on. I almost fainted right there when I realized I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere. I started to panic and put my cell phone away, after turning it off. The street didn't only not look familiar, it looked like it had been built years ago. And after seeing the people I was sure I had landed in some different time. Maybe an Amish town. But I knew their was no actual Amish towns that I could walk to from my school.
Something was wrong. I started to feel faint again, and suddenly all I saw was black.
Jan 26, 2010
The Kids of the Future
Okay, so I actually spent a lot of time on this one just figuring out what I should do in the beginning. So instead of my typical I'm going to try to do things in order. I'm going to give you a short summary and then write from where ever I want to write.
This story is called "The Kids of the Future" based off a popular band that exists in this story. This story follows Kyle, Todd, and Nate as they go into the year 2072, there they meet their grandkids, learn a little about their future, and learn a little about 2072 itself.
"Where are we? And what's up with this clothing?" I asked referring to the metallic get up everyone seemed to be wearing.
"I have no idea. How did we get here?" Todd asked.
"Guys look," Kyle said. And we followed his finger to a sign that had the date on it.
"So, March 13, big deal," Todd said.
"Look at the date, dummy," Kyle said.
"2072! We're in the year 2072!" I exclaimed.
"Looks like it," Kyle said. "We stick out too. You put one of these people in our century, and they would stick out like a sore thumb. But because they're all dressed the same and we're not we're the ones who stick out."
Todd and I nodded in agreement.
"My suggestion would be to find a clothing store and blend in," he said.
This story is called "The Kids of the Future" based off a popular band that exists in this story. This story follows Kyle, Todd, and Nate as they go into the year 2072, there they meet their grandkids, learn a little about their future, and learn a little about 2072 itself.
"Where are we? And what's up with this clothing?" I asked referring to the metallic get up everyone seemed to be wearing.
"I have no idea. How did we get here?" Todd asked.
"Guys look," Kyle said. And we followed his finger to a sign that had the date on it.
"So, March 13, big deal," Todd said.
"Look at the date, dummy," Kyle said.
"2072! We're in the year 2072!" I exclaimed.
"Looks like it," Kyle said. "We stick out too. You put one of these people in our century, and they would stick out like a sore thumb. But because they're all dressed the same and we're not we're the ones who stick out."
Todd and I nodded in agreement.
"My suggestion would be to find a clothing store and blend in," he said.
The Forgotten World
Okay, so today I realized that I have about fifty ideas that have to do with the future. So I have dubbed this week future week. All week, until Saturday, I'm going to be putting up as many future story ideas as I have. Some might just be short summaries (because I can't figure out how to write the beginning) and others might be summaries and the beginning of the story.
My first story is called "The Forgotten World" it takes place in a futuristic world where they've built above the original surface a glass surface that's completely maintained and controlled by the government. So it's like living on Earth without all that pesky nature getting in the way like weather, dirt, and bugs/spiders.
Zoe's face hit the glass with a thump as she heard a triumphant applause of laughter. She looked up and watched her offender, Rocky, fly away. She stood up, her bare feet replacing her face on the glass.
Zoe was odd compared to the rest of the quiet city of Framtid. She believed in wearing what she wanted to wear and not what was in right then. She didn't have short hair in high pony tails, she preferred her long hair being able to blown around when a slight breeze passed by. She hadn't changed her hair color either; like all the other people with their hair in colors like blue, purple, and red; she had allowed her roots to change her hair back to it's original color, brown.
The weirdest thing about Zoe was, though, she never wore any shoes. She'd been going around bare-foot as long as most people in Framtid could remember. Shoes had always been a huge thing, the types of shoes you wore determined how cool you were. They told you're story. Zoe seemed to remember a history lesson where they learned that shoes were once used to keep your feet safe from the elements. But that was a long time ago before they lived in the glass world era.
That was another peculiar thing about Zoe, most people ignored the forgotten world below their feet, but Zoe was fascinated by it. She was always looking down at the beautiful landscape that passed beneath her feet. If she saw something she really liked she would stop and stare at it.
Another thing that made her different was she walked everywhere. And she wasn't just walking for exercise. She never flew past the world like the rest of Framtid did. She walked slowly, she took time to admire things.
People thought she was odd.
The Forgotten World Part 2
Index
My first story is called "The Forgotten World" it takes place in a futuristic world where they've built above the original surface a glass surface that's completely maintained and controlled by the government. So it's like living on Earth without all that pesky nature getting in the way like weather, dirt, and bugs/spiders.
Zoe's face hit the glass with a thump as she heard a triumphant applause of laughter. She looked up and watched her offender, Rocky, fly away. She stood up, her bare feet replacing her face on the glass.
Zoe was odd compared to the rest of the quiet city of Framtid. She believed in wearing what she wanted to wear and not what was in right then. She didn't have short hair in high pony tails, she preferred her long hair being able to blown around when a slight breeze passed by. She hadn't changed her hair color either; like all the other people with their hair in colors like blue, purple, and red; she had allowed her roots to change her hair back to it's original color, brown.
The weirdest thing about Zoe was, though, she never wore any shoes. She'd been going around bare-foot as long as most people in Framtid could remember. Shoes had always been a huge thing, the types of shoes you wore determined how cool you were. They told you're story. Zoe seemed to remember a history lesson where they learned that shoes were once used to keep your feet safe from the elements. But that was a long time ago before they lived in the glass world era.
That was another peculiar thing about Zoe, most people ignored the forgotten world below their feet, but Zoe was fascinated by it. She was always looking down at the beautiful landscape that passed beneath her feet. If she saw something she really liked she would stop and stare at it.
Another thing that made her different was she walked everywhere. And she wasn't just walking for exercise. She never flew past the world like the rest of Framtid did. She walked slowly, she took time to admire things.
People thought she was odd.
The Forgotten World Part 2
Index
Jan 11, 2010
A New Life
I had driven into the middle of no where. I loved driving, and I loved my road trip but I was awful at finding my way anywhere. I was supposed to be in Chicago but I must have taken a wrong road somewhere. I'm awful at reading maps.
I looked at the clock. It was already eleven! I was not going to find my way to Chicago tonight. Plus I was feeling a little tired. So I went to the back of my van and fell asleep.
When I woke up I got a good look of where I was. It was a quaint little neighborhood with fences and hedges. Then I got a look at one of the cars, then all of them. They all looked old like ones you would see in the fifties. It was odd that everyone seemed to collect old looking cars. Then the the paper boy rode by and threw papers into everyone's yards.
I looked at the clock. It was already eleven! I was not going to find my way to Chicago tonight. Plus I was feeling a little tired. So I went to the back of my van and fell asleep.
When I woke up I got a good look of where I was. It was a quaint little neighborhood with fences and hedges. Then I got a look at one of the cars, then all of them. They all looked old like ones you would see in the fifties. It was odd that everyone seemed to collect old looking cars. Then the the paper boy rode by and threw papers into everyone's yards.
Jan 3, 2010
The New Year
I'm sometimes a pessimist. I realized this on New Year's Eve. At midnight I thought about the new year. While most people were hopeful my first thought was, "Well, 2009 was a pretty bad year, I'm guessing 2010 is going to be even worse." Yeah, not the most optimistic thought. Actually it was completely pessimistic. I apologize. I don't get excited easily; I drive people nuts. My friends and family all criticize me for not enjoying vacations. I'm a very pessimistic person. But while I like to complain and think negatively, I also have hope and this is what this post is about.
I like to think of the new year like a baby, completely innocent. The year hasn't been corrupted yet by evils of this world but sits like a clean slate ready for stories to be written by billions of anxious people. Each story affecting another. The year starts out well, with the hope of New Years. But I also believe it ends well with the love of Christmas. I am anxious for this year. Clean and untouched I hope to make this a wonderful year for many others. I hope to bring happiness and bring them the year that they wanted. Hope is the key. And it's what helps me get through life. I hope for a good year. I hope for others as well as myself.
So as you can see, even though I am pessimistic I am also hopeful. Hope is an amazing concept. Through hope are things done. Through hope people are able to see optimistically.
I like to think of the new year like a baby, completely innocent. The year hasn't been corrupted yet by evils of this world but sits like a clean slate ready for stories to be written by billions of anxious people. Each story affecting another. The year starts out well, with the hope of New Years. But I also believe it ends well with the love of Christmas. I am anxious for this year. Clean and untouched I hope to make this a wonderful year for many others. I hope to bring happiness and bring them the year that they wanted. Hope is the key. And it's what helps me get through life. I hope for a good year. I hope for others as well as myself.
So as you can see, even though I am pessimistic I am also hopeful. Hope is an amazing concept. Through hope are things done. Through hope people are able to see optimistically.
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