The Enchanted Toy Store; part 1

Denny sighed. It was December, sure, but not close enough to Christmas to make Denny feel very excited. He had been in the toy store for half an hour already and he still hadn't found anything for his friend, Charles. He knew what Charles liked; art and pretty much anything that had to do with scissors and glue. But all this store had was things either for babies, toddlers, or little kids. Denny headed towards Crow st., hoping that there was somthing in the new toy store, Enchanted Fun for his friend. As he walked along, he whistled. He entered the store, and noticed something right away. A model rocketship that could fly up to 500 feet high! He quickly added it to his list. Then he saw a remote control helicoper toy that was glow in the dark! And a model train with little people and baggage, even crated animals! 'This is heaven!' Denny thought. Then he saw it. A kit where you could build your own walking, talking robot! He raced out of the store, and right into his teacher, Ms. Bricko.

The Monkey Story: part 1

If there was one person who liked monkeys, it was Autumn Yuberker of 101 Cross st. She was crazy about them. She had posters of them on their wall. She had a monkey backpack and a monkey colored blanket. She had donated $50 of her allowance over the years to help conserve monkey habitats, and went to the zoo at least once every week to see how the baby ringtail was doing. There was no doubt about it, Autumn had monkey fever.
Every Monday at show and tell, Autumn brought something monkey. Once it was a book about the monkeys who lived in the Amazon rain forest, another time a stuffed squirrel monkey. And at recess, all she would do was update her friends on the latest bit of information about her favorite animals and swing on the monkey bars, pretending she was a spider monkey.
At first her friends were tolerant, thinking it was only a phase. But after a month she was still just as interested in them, yet her friends agreed to wait a little longer. When she organized her desk to look like a monkey, her friends threw out their "It's a phase" idea and started on their "She's crazy and we gotta help her" one. So it happened, that Autumn's best friend, Olivia Shallowater, had a plan. "And it's gotta work!" she whispered to Milo and Shanks, Autumn's other friends.

ANNOUNCEMENT!

I have been very busy lately, so sorry for my not writing for months! I will try and keep my schedule from now on. Now, for the announcement; I am now accepting other people to write stories on my blog. If you want to do this, send a sample writing to my email address at alisa.animal@yahoo.com. However, there are some rules to this:
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2. You can write as long a story as you like, but you have a limit of one story a week. Over writing will make it more likely that readers will miss reading your story.
3. Please do not write anything too gruesome or yucky, as younger readers may not appreciate the dialogue.
4. Do not delete or change anyone's written work without their permission or if they have violated the rules above. If you do, your stories will be deleted as soon as possible.
5. Please do not be too upset because if there are already many writers, or for some reason you are not accepted, it is possible I will accept you later. Try again in a week or more.

The Mean Angel: part 2

Sarah's mouth dropped open. A rabbit! That bully got a rabbit for being an 'angel'. She couldn't believe it! It twitched it's pink little nose and squirmed in Robert's arms. Robert turned his head and smiled as his mom, Mrs. Saffer, and the teacher, Ms. Pazz, entered the room. "Well hello, Robert." Ms. Pazz greeted him. "A fine day for a sweater I think." Why isn't she scolding him for bringing a rabbit to school? She wouldn't let me bring my cat to school and everybody knows cats are cleaner than rabbits, Sarah asked herself. Robert smiled at Ms. Pazz and replied, "Yes ma'am, a cold day indeed." Mrs. Saffer put down a shiny blue cage with a carrot and hay inside. It was very neat and Sarah guessed it had been cleaned out right before they left. "Here's Rocky's cage dear. Don't forget to feed him after lunch time." Mrs. Saffer reminded him. Robert smiled again and said, "Don't worry mom. I won't." "That's my boy." She said and left for home. Sarah thought, why they've planned this out! Including the teacher! She burned with rage, but tried to hide it. It wasn't fair! If Robert could bring a smelly rabbit to school, why couldn't she bring a graceful cat? "Let's take a seat and talk about the changes to our schedule today." Ms. Pazz began. Sarah sighed. It seemed she was in for a long day of Robert.

The Mean Angel: part 1

The wind rustled the leafs of the trees and the birds sang their morning songs as Sarah set out for school. The first day of fall and already the weather was chilly. She pulled her jacket's hood over her head and walked down the driveway where her mom was waiting in the car to take her to school. She climbed in and they rumbled down the street, heading towards Bollnar Elementary school. The rocking of the car relaxed Sarah, and soon they parked outside the school. But Sarah stiffened when she saw Robert. Everybody knew him, and disliked him, except the grown-ups. They thought he was an angel. Robert was holding something in his arms, and he was smiling at it. Then he saw Sarah looking at him. She ducked, and held her breath. If he sees me staring at him, he'll give me trouble. She reminded herself. "Sarah, it's time to go." Her mother said. "Class is starting in five minutes." Sarah peeked to see if Robert was there. But he was gone. She slipped out of the car and went to her room like a mouse, looking left and right and jumping at every movement. Finely she arrived, only to find her cautiousness in vain. Robert was there showing everyone what he had been holding in his arms. Sarah couldn't believe her eyes. Robert was holding a rabbit!

A Fish's Tale: Part 2

Curt shook all over with fear. One more move and- BUMP! Curt bumped into the fake ship. It was hard to think with all his fear, but Curt came up with a simple plan. He could hide under the silly bubble maker! Curt looked around innocently then zipped under the ship half-way. But his rear was stuck! He....couldn't....get....under....! Mallo hissed with delight. "Why thank you little fishy! You've made my catch as easy as eating it!" Curt had to think fast. He stretched his fin desperately out towards the strong forced bubble maker tube. He just managed to whack it down into reach. Quickly Curt aimed it at his bottom and WHOOSH, POP! he was under the ship! Suddenly the 'old, boring, fake shipwreck that blows silly bubbles' seemed like the 'rescuer of fish, an under water hero, a savour!' And when his misstris came Mallo had gone out the window, never to be seen again. By Curt anyway.
THE END

A Fish's Tale: part 1

         The coffee machine whirred and the T.V. blurted out the news as Curt the fish swam around and around in his small fish tank. He would've yawned, but goldfish don't yawn. Curt was unexplainably bored. He'd been in his new home for just a week and he was bored to death. There was nothing to do except swim through a big rock with holes in it and watch bubbles coming out of a fake shipwreck. At first, Curt had been excited about his new home, and had watched the bubbles with much interest. But now Curt just wished the ship- and the rock- would be replaced by something new. Just then, Curt noticed something- Mallo the snake next to him had managed to push the top of his cage off and was climbing out! Curt started to panic. Mallo could easily slither over to his bowl, reach in and- BANG! Mallo had knocked over the pan that Curt's mistress used to keep his fish food in when she once accidentally spilled it. Curt begged for his owner to come running to find Mallo out of his cage. He swam around, frightened and begging for mercy. But she didn't come. Little did he know, she was at a baby shower at her friend's place. Mallo was leaning over Curt now, menacingly hissing, "Say hello to my stomach, fishy! TO BE CONTINUED....

No More Mice!

            "Hurry hurry hurry! The cats are coming! The cats are coming! Oh get in, Fuzz. IN!" But Fuzz, the smallest mouse on Grunder St. was frozen with fear. His mind flashed back to all those times when Mustard's cat team had raided the barnyard. His mother had been eaten by Mustard's foul deputy-like cat, a skinny black cat whose name was Guck. And his father's left eye had been badly scratched by a hairy brown cat called Bore, thus making his left eye unable to see. There were other cats on Mustard's team too, all mean and hungry. Fuzz was angry and scared. And hungry too. With Mustard's team around, the mouse colony's food searchers went out less. Fuzz was too young to have a role in the mouse colony, and didn't know if he ever would. He had come from the pet store with his mom and dad just a couple of weeks ago and he was white with evil looking red eyes. Now watching Mustard's team running towards the barn, once more coming to kill and injure, Fuzz got angrier and angrier until he could bear it no more. He ran screaming at the cats in such a squealing and frightening tone that he startled himself. Fuzz quickly made a plan in his head, which mice have to do in order to survive. The cats screeched to a stop and hissed at the little figure. Mustard and Guck weaved around the other cats until they were up front. "What on Earth is going on?" roared Mustard. Guck answered him in a voice full of respect, "Sir, it's a small white mouse." Then he added with amusement, "Oh save us, somebody! A weird white mouse from the Moon is attacking us. Oh help!" Mustard chuckled. He answered, "Oh yes, we're goners for sure!" Then he turned serious and asked, "Okay, little mousie. You have one chance. Oh, and what kind of mouse are you? I've never seen a white one like you." he asked, getting curious. Fuzz mustered up all the courage he could get and said in a voice unlike his real one, "I am the ghost of Merry, a mouse you ate a week ago." Fuzz boomed, pointing at Guck. He saw Guck's hackles raise in fear. Fuzz continued, "Now you will have to pay. ALL of you." All the cats scattered, except Mustard, trying to look brave. But Fuzz could see him shaking a little and knew he was scared. Fuzz charged at Mustard full speed, hurtling curses at him. Mustard finely lost his courage. He ran, screeching, over the hill and away. Fuzz returned to the colony, a hero. And Mustard- and his team- were never seen again. 

                                                                             THE END

A Candy Cane or Two

        Dan shivered. The wind whisked the snow around outside and the fire was dead. It was Christmas eve and Dan's family still hadn't but a single pine needle. It was held in Dan's hand, small and lonely. Just like him. Dan lived in a shabby New England house with his mother and father who, were often gone either looking for a new job, or doing the one they had. They had a very poor bank account which kept taking bits of money from them, and they had not much money to spare. At school his classmates kept jeering at him for his poor clothes, and he dreaded gym time when he'd be teased of being skinny and weak. But worst of all, Dan and his parents hadn't any money for buying Christmas decorations, and there was no tree. The only tree was the big strong oak tree out in their front yard. And it definitely wasn't a good Christmas tree, with it's scratchy bark and leafless branches it looked more like a Halloween tree. Dan sadly looked at the place where their chimney used to be. It had fallen down a week ago, too rackety and old to stand up much longer. How is Santa Claus going to get in here if we have no chimney? Dan wondered. Then he thought, Maybe that is a good thing it fell down now. Maybe it would have fallen down when Santa was in it and then he got hurt. But Dan still wished the chimney would have fallen down after Christmas was over. Dan sighed. It wasn't fair everybody got Christmas but he didn't. Oh well. He thought. At least we have one pine needle. He looked at the needle and groaned. Other kids got a whole tree full of pine needles and all he had was one. He rolled onto his stomach and fell sound asleep, dreaming of driving Santa's sleigh for him.

             The sleigh was shaking! All the presents were sliding to one side, then the other! They were going straight towards a tall house's chimney! They were going to crash! They were going to brake all the presents! They were- Dan woke with a start. His mom was shaking him gently. He groaned. He didn't want anything to do with a Christmas where he didn't get any gifts. But, annoyingly, his mom kept shaking him until he finally sat up and looked around. Dan had fallen asleep in the living room. Then Dan saw something. It was a baby Christmas tree in a pot too big for it's mini size, sitting in the middle of the living room. Dan just stared at it, his mouth wide open like a cat trying to eat a pigeon. Tied onto it's tiny trunk was a tag. Dan scooted over, his mouth closing slowly. It read, For Dan Gilltrip, a good boy. From, Santa Claus. Dan jumped up and down with excitement, then noticed five little figures under the tree. He picked them up; they were candy canes! One of them was for his dad, one for his mom, and THREE  for him! He nibbled a little on one, then he and his family sang some Christmas songs and had a very happy holiday. And from then on, Dan knew that it doesn't matter how fancy or how many gifts you get, it's the joy and excitement that counts.

                                                                             THE END

A Little Too Much Snow

The wind howled like a starving lion, and the snowflakes slammed against the window. It was a blizzard, and Harrison was watching it on the sofa in the living room, wondering if Santa could come in such weather. His mom was putting Sofia to bed in her crib and dad was making some Christmas cookies for Santa. Harrison sighed; he was very bored. And worried. What if Santa Claus couldn't make it here in time for Christmas? Then he thought, 'Maybe he can. After all, he is magic, right?' A voice made him jump. "You thinking about how Santa is going to get here?" It was his dad, who had snuck up to Harrison while he thought. Harrison answered,"Uh, yeah, um.... can he make it?" He looked hopefully up at his dad, nervously awaiting the answer. His dad sat on the couch and held him in his arms. "I used to wonder the exact same thing." he began. "But now I understand. No matter how hard it snows, he will always get here to deliver presents on time." Harrison sighed with relief, then burned with curiosity. "How do you know?" he asked suspiciously. His dad replied, "It is not possible for a person so loving and reliable to be late on such a special night. He will do whatever it takes to get here, and give you gifts." Harrison just nodded, lost in thoughts.

The fire crackled, and the snow-storm was rapidly dying. Harrison blinked his eyes open, then closed them again. Oh, was he tired! Then he remembered. IT WAS CHRISTMAS! His eyes shot open and his tiredness evaporated like dew in front of a heater. Had Santa really made it? He jumped out of bed and ran down the hall, into the living room where the Christmas tree stood. Sure enough, presents were scattered about under it's bottom layer of pine needles. Their bright colors and patterns made him feel even more joyful. He ran into his parents room and woke them up for an exciting day of opening presents. And for the rest of his life, Harrison never again doubted Santa's being late for Christmas. And neither should you.