Hi everyone! I was reading the comments the other day, and I noticed that a lot of people wanted to suggest short story ideas. I thought that was a great idea! So, this is a new segment called "Short Story Dares". Dare me to write a crazy story in the comments! I will read them over the weekend and write a few on Monday. Hopefully I'll be able to get them up by Tuesday! This should be fun!
P.S. A new chapter of Mrs Ma'am's is coming soon!
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Hi guys! This is a Short Story Special! That's when I will post a short story and something else. This time, it's my dog's Instagram! @unsinkablemollyinla is her handle. Follow her! (if you're on Instagram) Here's some pictures: Cute, right? And now for the story. A french fry's lifeOkay, before we begin, my friend challenged me to do this when I asked her what I should write.
1: An Order of French Fries is Born It starts with a potato. A fast food employee comes over, holding a knife in his hand. CHOP! CHOP! CHOP CHOP CHOP! The potato is sliced into appropriately sized slices. The employee holds out his hands. The slices are scooped! into his hand. He dumps them into a metal basket. Frying oil bubbles and sizzles below it. The potatoes are lowered in. When they emerge, they are reborn. Glorious! The first word the french fries hear is "would you like some ketchup sir?" 2: An Order of French Fries is Served The french fries are dumped into a paper container. A thick, cold substance is poured upon them. Ketchup! A waitress picks them up, puts them on a platter. She carries them to a table. A child says, "Fwensh Fwies!" The waitress puts down a hamburger, a salad and an order of slider. Then, she puts down a Coke, a milkshake, and a water. Finally, she deposits the french fries onto the cold faux-marble table. 3: An Order of french Fries is Eaten A grin spreads across the greedy five-year-old's face. He reaches out with his small, chubby hands. He snatches up a fistful. He brings them to his mouth. The french fries disappear into the depths of his mouth. THE END Okay, are you happy, Luna? That was the most nonsensical story I've ever written. I hope you guys enjoyed this insane Short Story special. Bye! Make sure to check out some of my fellow bloggers! If you have any suggestions for blogs that I should look at, please leave them in the comments!
Yes! It's finally here! You can now stop wondering who the last boy was!
Rosie checked her pocket watch. Yes, it had been exactly two hours since Oliver had arrived. She was starting to get worried. What if Everett never came? Just as she was about to ask her mother if they should just go inside and start without him, she suddenly caught sight of a small figure. It was Everett! Why was he so late? And why was he walking? Once he got closer, Everett, whose parents were models, influencers, celebrities, and rarely had time for worrying about their child, greeted Mrs Ma’am and handed her a letter that his mother’s personal assistant’s personal assistant had written. This is what it said: To Mrs Ma’am: Hello, I’m Everett’s mother, Natalia Genevieve Idole. I had my personal assistant’s personal assistant type this letter because I was in a conference about my clothing line. I’m glad you accepted my son, because I really don’t have time to take care of him and I was just about to enter him in Mr Broutel’s Boarding School. I will not be able to bring him to your school because my husband and I have a photoshoot that day, but I’m sure one of my employees will bring him. (of course, they had all forgotten, so Everett had had to hitchhike and walk to get to the Rather Small Castle) Sincerely, Natalia Genevieve Idole. It was hardly Everett’s fault that he was late, so no one was especially hard on him. Alistair thought to himself how lucky it was that he wasn’t the only one with any class, but when he tried to strike up a conversation, he discovered that Everett was utterly boring. He looked like some sort of strange hiker! Very freckled and slightly muscular. Ugh! Lucas, however, immediately took to the brown-haired boy and his very adventurous gray cat, who was named Helmet, since he loved extreme sports. Oliver sneezed. Oh! Everettt hadn’t noticed that there was another boy, and immediately went up to introduce himself. Oliver seemed to like him. Now it was time to go inside. I suppose you are all wondering what Mrs Ma’am and Rosie look like. Mrs Ma’am was very tall, and she had long red curly hair that she wore in a large messy bun. She wore an enormous sweater that she had knitted herself, a pair of thick black pants, and tall rain boots that had been blue once upon a time, but had turned brown due to trekking through the mud so much. Rosie was the average size for an eleven year old, and she had bright red hair just like her mother’s, although hers was straight. It went all the way down her back, and today she was wearing it in two braids. Today Rosie wore a thick sweater that her mother had knitted as well, as well as a black skirt with pleats, brown leggings, and red rain boots that were a little too big. The Rather Small Castle was exactly what it sounds like: a rather small castle. It had a kitchen garden and a flower garden. It had four floors, and two towers. It did not have a moat, but it did have a lake and many many many animals running around. So, they went inside, and Mrs Ma’am dashed off somewhere while Rosie gave the boys a tour. The first tower was where Mrs Ma'am and Rosie slept. The first floor was the sitting room, the kitchen and the dining room. The second was a library and a classroom. The third had a music room, a small gymnasium, and an art room. The fourth was their bedroom. It had four canopy beds: a blue one, a green one, a red one, and a yellow one. At the foot of each bed was a wooden trunk, and next to the beds were cushions that matched the beds for the pets to sleep on. The walls were covered in a world map. They were all very surprised to hear that they would be sleeping in the same room. Everett, Oliver, and Lucas shrugged it off, but Alistair immediately turned to Rosie and informed her, because she obviously didn’t know, that he was Alistair Callaway, the richest person under the age of fifteen, and he could not handle sleeping in the same room as three other people, so perhaps he might be able to get another room? to which Rosie replied, “You’re no better or worse than any of us, Alistair. I suggest that you stop acting like you own this place, because that can never come to a good end. Now, I will assign you your beds. Mrs Ma’am chose these for you.(she glanced at a clipboard she was holding) Lucas, blue. Oliver, red. Everett, green. Alistair, yellow.” Alistair grumbled, “yellow? Really? Not blue? Does she know who I am?” Unfortunately, Rosie heard this, but decided to ignore it. It would do Alistair some good to take what he was given, and yelling at him wasn’t going to help with that. When they began to unpack their bags, they noticed that their normal clothes and shoes had been switched out with maroon shirts with the school crest of the talking chicken, whose name was Lewis, a hiking boot, and a book embroidered on them, gray pants, thick knitted sweaters, green hiking boots, and blue rain boots. They asked Rosie about this, but she said that this was the standard-issue uniform, and that their parents had been told to buy them these. Hmm. They all thought it was suspicious, but didn’t say anything and kept on unpacking. Once they were done, Rosie showed them the bathroom. There were five sinks, five mirrors, and five bathtubs that had curtains that you could close when you wanted privacy. . The bathtubs looked strangely like cauldrons. Mrs Ma’am came up just then and said to Rosie, “everything in order?” then instructed Alistair, Oliver, Everett and Lucas to take baths, dress in their uniforms, and come down to the library. Once they had all finished getting ready, they went down to the library, where Mrs Ma’am, Rosie, and Lewis were all standing. Oliver noticed that Rosie was still holding her clipboard and wondered if she always held that. He sat down in one of the leather armchairs and waited for someone to start talking. Mrs Ma’am welcomed them to the school and introduced them to Lewis the duck. Oliver heard Alistair mutter something about “throwing her voice” and “thinks I’m an idiot”. Mrs Ma’am told them about the course schedule: cooking, social studies, sport, Rosie’s mandatory book club, art, manners, general things to know, and adventure. Oliver wondered what kind of class Adventure was, but Mrs Ma’am did not elaborate. With that, she declared that now everyone would go to prepare lunch. Oliver smiled slightly. His mother had taught him how to cook delicious food. His favorite was lemon chicken with rosemary. Everyone walked down the stairs to the large kitchen. Now Everett was getting worried. His parents had never taught him to cook, and they hadn’t even had a cooking class yet. He expressed his concerns to Mrs Ma’am who said kindly, “That’s fine. You’re not the only one to ever come here who can’t cook.” During the cooking class, Everett managed to burn the toast, melt the timer by leaving it on the stove, and bend the whisk in half. He felt very embarrassed. Even Alistair was doing better than him, probably from watching his personal chef cook him meals. By the end, they had made one watercress and cucumber sandwiches, for Alistair, two chicken sandwiches for Everett and Lucas, a roast beef sandwich for Oliver, and two nasturtium pickle cauliflower sandwiches on rosemary sourdough for Mrs Ma’am and Rosie. The one thing that Everett hadn’t managed to do wrong was make orange juice. That was easy. They went into the cozy dining room and ate their sandwiches. After that, they had one CreamSicle each. Now it was time for book club. They went up to the library with Rosie. There Rosie asked if they would rather read The Wizard of Oz or The Magician’s Nephew. Alistair and Oliver chose The Magician’s Nephew and Lucas and Everett chose The Wizard of Oz. Rosie rolled a dice to decide. It landed on The Magician’s Nephew. She gave them each a copy and told them to read chapters 1 and 2. Then they went into the classroom where Mrs Ma’am taught them about the French Revolution which Everett wasn’t sure would ever be relevant in life, but thought that saying so would be rude. After that, they had 1 hour of free time. Lucas went to the music room and tried to teach himself to play piano, but then went on a swing in the backyard, then switched to reading The Magician’s Nephew, then went swimming in the lake. As you might remember, he had trouble focusing on one thing. Oliver doodled in the art room and then read some of his book. Everett went swimming in the lake. Alistair was utterly bored, because he was used to very posh surroundings. He tried reading a book about a family stranded on an island and discovered that he loved it. After that, they made dinner with Mrs Ma’am and Rosie. Oliver made his lemon chicken with Rosie’s help. Alistair made virgin pina coladas. He had learned how on one of his many yacht trips. Everett managed to not burn the asparagus. Lucas and Mrs Ma’am baked a blueberry pie. It was a delicious dinner! After dinner, they went up to their room and brushed their teeth and put on their standard-issue nightshirts with the school crest on them. It had been better than any of them had imagined. Hey guys! I know I haven't been posting a lot lately, but I promise you that I will have a new chapter of Mrs Ma'am's by Monday. Also, if you live in California, you should go see the poppy fields! I can't guarantee that they are still in bloom, though.
As you may know, May the Fourth is National Star Wars Day. So, I put together some ideas for you and your family to do to celebrate!
1. Dress up like Star Wars. Whether this means putting on some Chewbacca slippers, a Rey shirt, or even just your mom/dad's robe to look like a Jedi. 2. Have a lightsaber battle with a family member/friend. If you don't have a lightsaber, use a stick, broom, or some straws glued together. 3. Play a board game. You can play one that you already have, or make one up! 4. Make some Star Wars-inspired food. I'm going to post a picture of my BB-8 pizza later. Some other suggestions are: make a Yoda out of lettuce, a fruit lightsaber, etc. There's probably lots more on the Internet. 5. Do a Star Wars craft. There are MILLIONS of these on the internet. 6. Watch one or more of the movies. Duh! And of course, the Mandalorian. If you don't have Disney+, just watch endless clips of Baby Yoda on YouTube ;). The END! Thanks for reading! Sorry that I didn't have more ideas :(. If you have an idea that you'd like to share, please comment it! |
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