Moving Day

[nina]

Hey guys...I recently moved into another house with my parents and had to go through EVERYTHING that I've been holding onto for years. Anyway I found some stuff that really made me laugh. Some short stories I had written, and some drawings I did when I was really little. Anyways...here are some short stories. I'll add more stuff later. Comments welcome -nina

[nina]

This first short story is about a play that my sister and I were in. I believe I was 4 at the time and she was 6. It's called Role Model. "Ok, brat, you have to know this line. It's just a line, ok? Think you can handle it?" "Of course!" I shouted through my two missing front teeth. My little fingers paged through the book and came upon a bright yellow line. Slowly, I read it, "I'm only sixty-five years old!" I thought for a minute about this line. "Hey Shadia I thought I was a baby tree." "You are stupid," came the usual reply. "Then why am I sixty-five? That's so old." "We are trees and trees years are different, I think. I'm three-hundred years old." "Oh, ok," I replied, satisfied by anything that came out of her mouth. Mom waded into the dressing room in her flowing flower gown. She carried with her a green turtle neck and a small pair of brown stretch pants. I knew they were for me and I jumped at her to grab them. My sister was already dressed and began spreading a bright red paint across her mouth. "See," she began, "I get to wear makeup, and you don't. You are just a little baby tree." She smiled and cocked her little head, then turned back to messing up her face. One of her friends gave her a little red flower to wish her good luck. I would have loved that flower, but I saw my sister give it to a little boy she liked who had a big part in the play. "Ok sweetie, I have to go now. You will be wonderful." "But, Mommy, I'm scared." "Well I'll have blankie with me so you can come see him when you show is over." My mom pulled a little soft pink blanket from out of her purse and let me hold it for a moment. The lady in charge directed me to my tree, where I was to sit and wait until my line came. The stage lights were so bright I couldn't even see into the crowd. All they saw was my little face peeking from a little hole in my little tree. My sister sat at a larger tree next to me and one of her friends was in an even bigger tree next to her. The rumbling in the crowd stopped as the two stars, two twins playing Hansel and Gretle, stepped onto stage. I went over the line in my head many times so I wouldn't forget it. "Look Gretle." said the first twin, "Look at those trees!" With that my sister spoke, "Yes I have been in this here woods for three-hundred years now." The girl next to her replied, "And don't go any further because a mean old witch lives there!" "I'm only sixty-five years old!" I shouted, grinning through the gap in my mouth. All eyes turned towards me, "Not yet you idiot," shouted my sister. "Well I am so old, in fact, I'm over a thousand years old," exclaimed another tree. There was a long silence before Shadia finally elbowed me in the ribs. "I'm only sixty-five years old!" I shouted again. The crowd laughed, I guess they thought I was funny. I thought I was funny too so I laughed with them. At least I didn't forget what to say. Our scene ended and I followed Shadia back to the dressing room. She yanked the turtleneck up over m y head, and laughed as my hair stood up straight from the static. "Good job, Beaner," she began, "You were bad, and you ruined the whole play. You are so stupid you always ruin everything. Now Mom and Dad will blame me 'cause I was supposed to help you learn your one, tiny baby tree line." She pinched my arm and I screamed. "I was perfect," she added. "I know," I replied looking at the ground. "But they thought I was funny. They even laughed!" "They were laughing at you, Geek. Oh, well, I guess you're allowed to mess up every now and then. Just try not to do it so much." "Thanks," I smiled. "We have to go and bow now. Do you remember how to curtsy or do I have to show you again, Dumbo." "I remember," I answered as we hurried out of the dressing room and took our place along the line of characters. I took the hands on either side of me and bowed with everyone else. When it was my turn to curtsy, I squinted through the bright lights, placed my left foot behind my right, bent my knees, and lifted the ends of my skirt like I was supposed to. A little red flower flew from the crowd and landed at my foot. Shadia didn't get a flower. But it was ok, because I gave her mine.

[nina]

Conflicting Interests All eyes turned to the stranger as he entered the "Beggin Vegans" restaurant for the first time. His overalls were dusted with dirt and the gloves that rested in his rear pocket were still wet and muddy. He emitted a strange smell to the herbivores in the restaurant as he walked to the back of the room, took off his hat, and sat down at a lonely table. His hands were callused from years of shoveling up dirt, grass, and mud only to put it back with a fresh corpse. The people didn't like his clothes, nor his age, or even his balding head. They glared at him until they recognized the smell was of dirty grass, and one by one turned back to continue eating theirs.

[nina]

Duck...Duck...Goose! Her long neck reminded me of the countless paintings of the Madonna the Masters kept in our Old Victorian house. It was elongated and thin like a giraffe, but firm and beautiful like an elephant's tusk. I tried to imagine what it would feel like to wrap my mouth around her neck and give her an eternal kiss. I've tasted many necks in my lifetime, but hers looked so thick and enticing. I leaned my head down to smell her gamy scent, but she ducked out of the way and hid behind a clump of gooseberry bushes. To the Masters she was a prize not to be touched or taken advantage of. Her flesh, I had been informed, was an aphrodisiac that I had to experience. Then again I don't have much patience and the anticipation was too much to bear. I took off chasing her around the pond. Too slow to outrun me I tackled her to the ground and breathed in her salty aroma. She struggled to get away but my large paws held her firmly in place. My anticipation grew as I leaned down to give her the last kiss she would ever receive. Canned food and table scraps are great but I've always had a thing for poultry.

[sulretal]

The vegan one is odd =/ I am a vegan and I do not eat grass at all! Vegans Unite!

[Merck]

Vegans are responsible for millions of animal deaths a year from combines.

[nina]

lmao, not exactly the type of comments I was looking for but...OK! hehe, whatever gets em talkin!

[Salmone]

aw that first story is soooo cute...

[nina]

Originally posted by Salmone aw that first story is soooo cute... Yeah. Good thing we get along alot better now hehe. Though I will always have the "little sis complex" when I'm around her. Meaning I think she is the greatest thing ever and whenever she walks into the room the remote always goes straight to her heh. Do you have any siblings Salmone?

[Salmone]

i have 2 half brothers from my dads side..they're both just over 10 years older than me tho. i dont see them much.