My Winter Wonder Land (part seven)
17 Jun 2011 2 Comments
My winter wonder land continued (at last):
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16 Nov 2010 1 Comment
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The end of global warming, pt 2
29 May 2010 6 Comments
[Click here for pt 1: The end of global warming, a look into the future.]
Duct-taped
Georgiana sat in the air car as it rushed forward over buildings. Imprinted on its side were the words “GOVERNMENT SPECIAL AIR TRANSPORT.”
In the air, there were no bumps in the road; there wasn’t even a road. Air cars were expensive, so the air channel was mostly clear. The car could go as fast as a normal car, only without speed limits or traffic jams.
Georgiana stroked the seams, dreaming of inventing an even better air car that could go even faster and smoother and was WAY cooler. She dreamed of how one day she’d be driving an air-limo that was equipped with the best weapons!
The car jerked and started its descent. Georgiana looked up at the black-hatted driver. “Are we there already?” she asked, surprised.
“No, this is the boy’s house,” the driver spoke in his gruff voice. Then he looked back at her and continued, “If I was you, I’d try and make a run for it. ‘Course the Government would find you no matter where you went.”
Georgiana gave a small laugh and tossed her head. “I’m not going to run away. Just because the Government can’t do something doesn’t mean I can’t. And who’s this boy?”
The man sighed. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. And I don’t know the boy; so if you’ll just wait right here, I’ll go get him.” The man got out of the car and went up to the house.
As soon as he was out of sight, Georgiana took off her bracelet. It slipped off easily of her hand, but there was a clasp. She pulled at the clasp as if to open it, but instead a green light flickered across it.
She lifted it to pinpoint the door. Nothing. Her newest invention still needed work. Quickly she “re-shut” the bracelet; the green aura [for lack of better words] disappeared. She slipped the bracelet back on again.
A few seconds later, the man came out again leading a boy that Georgiana instantly recognized as Fredrick Moonfrick, her arch nemesis and captain of the Loombox’s School for Teens boy’s basketball team.
Fredrick opened the door of the car, then stopped on seeing Georgiana. “Oh no, I am not going with her!” he said, taking a step back.
The man sighed. “Yes you are,” he said, pushing Fredrick into the car and shutting the door.
Georgiana raised her eyebrow as Fredrick tried to push the door open. “Don’t try. It’s on child-lock; it will only open from the outside,” she informed him. He glared at her in reply.
“Look, you little cheat, I don’t want to be here; so be a lady and be quiet!” he snapped.
The was a flash and both of them had duct-taped mouths. The man spoke, “Thank you and good night. You better be quiet now!” He said it in a mock-sweet voice.
Soon they reached the airport. The man flew the car right into a waiting private jet; the top closed and they were off towards the capital.
My winter wonder land (part four)
26 Apr 2010 1 Comment
My winter wonder land…. CONTINUED!!!!!:
My brother’s secret
“WHAT!?!” My brother had just finished explaining that the door was a portal to another dimension that he had gone to and using memory, tools, etc. had made it look like their old farm. Anyone could reach the dimension as long as they went through the door.
“I know it’s hard to explain. My science teacher said it was a very difficult art. But out of your imagination you can do anything here almost. Sis, this is the chance of a lifetime. Don’t waste it. Please believe me,” pleaded my brother.
So we sat there arguing for a while. Finally I held out my hand and imagined skittles. Skittles appeared. I blinked in surprise and ate one. It was real. I blinked again. “How did you do all this?” I exclaimed.
“It’s simple: first you make a open space that someone or something can go through, a door in this case. Next you make the portal, a special dust can be added to it to make it a portal. The dust is called Memphine; it comes from deep in the earth. To get it you make a stream coming from the ocean with a stopper on the end, then you use gun powder to attract it, then you separate the Memphine and the earth.
“Next you sprinkle the Memphine across the object and let it sink in for several days undisturbed. After that you go through and design it. However, if you make something in the dimension by mind waves, you can’t take it out or it will dissolve. Though you can take things in, and the things you took in can come out. Confusing, but you have a brilliant mind, you’ll figure it out.” He gasped for breath as he finished.
“Wow,” was the only thing I could say; he nodded.
“Come on, Sis. Let’s go explore, not that I don’t already have the place memorized,” said my brother, getting up off my old bed.
Panther takes a dip
08 Apr 2010 3 Comments
in The adventures of Panther and Cimorene
[The Adventures of Panther and Cimorene, Chapter One]
Please look at “PussyCat Gives Birth” for the Prologue. After that please enjoy chapter one:
One day PussyCat was watching her playing kits, soon they would be going to school! Panther laughed batting playfully at Cimorene who batted back; one of the seven kittens was chasing her tail, another rubbing in a patch of cat nip, and a third eying a yarn ball while the last two ate the mush their owners had prepared for them.
Tiger came up and rubbed against PussyCat flicking his tail. “Beautiful day for a swim.”
“Ha! That’s something our owners would say! Cats going for a swim? Honestly Tiger, I sometimes think you’ve lost your marbles; as our owners would say,” chided PussyCat, “You know I also sometimes think we copy too much from our owners.” Tiger only laughed.
After lunch the family was sitting out in the sun, trying to take their after noon naps… Except for Panther, who was running from spot to spot, bouncing with energy, and basically keeping everyone awake.
Suddenly a mouse ran out of the barn and, his eyes going wide with excitement, Panther raced after it. He tripped over Cimorene, who glared at him sleepily, he crawled over PussyCat and Tiger, who were sleeping next to each other, and kept running. Sighing Tiger got up and went after him.
After a few minutes there was a small yow; then some shouting and laughing mixed together. Rolling her eyes PussyCat got up. “What have those boys got into this time? Come on kids, we better check to make sure they’re okay.” And all the kits, sleepy and grumpy, got up and followed PussyCat after Panther and Tiger.
When the seven cats arrived at the scene they instantly began gaping; for this is what they saw: Now they were standing on a small path that ran along a small stream that ended in a pool, and in that pool floundering to stay above the surface was Panther! And standing at the edge of the pool rolling on the ground laughing was Tiger!
Rolling her eyes PussyCat waded into the water, obviously reluctantly, and grabbed Panther by the nape of his neck, then she padded back out. Pussy set Panther down and they both shook their paws; Pussy also gave Tiger a good *wap* with her paw.
Later as they were all laying out in the sun Panther exclaimed: “I think I shall never do that again! I think I shall stay right here and take a nap and keep to Mommy’s milk!”
Cimorene, who was also still awake, rolled her eyes and replied, “You silly! We can’t live on Mommy’s milk forever. Besides, that would be weak!”
“Humph, not if I was the one doing it,” muttered Panther before rolling over and going to sleep.
The end of global warming, a look into the future
24 Feb 2010 5 Comments
in Homeschooling, The end of global warming
The My winter wonder land stories are taking a long time to write, so I’ve decided to post other things while waiting.
Here is the story of how the human race will defeat global warming, and don’t worry, I saw it in my crystal ball, tea leaves, clouds, and the like
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The first disaster, how it all started
Washington, the White House
“Sir, there’s been a explosion in New York… the whole downtown… It was sudden, few survived, and most of them will be handicapped for the rest of their lives… it was very bad, all were wounded badly… yes, sir… children, sir?…Sorry, sir…Right away, sir.”









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