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Welcome back to the Fabulous Fabulae. Even though this was meant to be for stories, you don't have to just put stories up. You can put anything you want. Please do too, for I am a little bored at times and would like to see things from you guys.
Sincerely Maryann
P.S. You might want to check the comments on the other posts just in case there are things you missed.
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hey, maryann, i miss you! rachaels baby was born today, his name is oliver neal. What do you think of the penultimate peril.
anyway, i hope you can come visit and see the baby, with your mom or something.
sarah!
igeuss i forgot my password or something so i had to get a new username,
by the way this is a great place for a conversation dont you think??
Yeah Sarah great place for a conversation sheesh what kind of cheese is that. Its an interesting delema that maryann left before Rachaels baby was born. The babes so cute with lots of hair and long fingers. See ya-Julie
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HEY YOU GU-UYS! I hope we can visit soon too. are there any pictures of oliver you could send to me? I thought the penultimate peril was quite gripping. It was hilarious with the person that would always talk about his mother. ha ha ha. It was pretty cool with the reflection and stuff too. Sarah your story is quite well written but I must ask if this is part of the portal to the sky? I must agree with yall that this is a great place for a conversation. Oh yes and some ladies came to look and the building i don't know if their serious or not but hopefully they will just buy the dang building and we can move there. yeah well this is quite long so I will end it now.
well, first of all, the story i wrote on here isn't really part of portal to the sky i just threw it together real quick like, and oliver is cute, but i don't have any pictures to send i'll look into it. i also hope the building will sell, and and and, i though the children helping olaf was whack, but i guess it doesn't matter, i mean reading that one kind of made me feel like the baudelares just shouldn't care about vfd and they should just try to go live thier lives far away from anyone who's ever heard of it. yknow, mean how do you feel and how do you feel about the whole poison darts thing????
Yeah I guess I never looked at it that way. It's an interesting dilemma they have. I need to refresh my memory about the poison darts. did it say that they went to a party and dewey gave their mom poison darts? i'll look it up.
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sorry i know it says the girls name is sky then aspen then sky again its all teh same girl i just forgot to correct that..l.heehhe
Sarah your story kind of reminds me of a story that studio ghibli would make. the cat is kinda like the cat returns and the city in the sky like laputa. But its not like your copying it or anything. Its cool. I can imagine it good and the characters actually have different personalities.
I made some edits on my thomas and the magic valley story on the computer in the rhythm room. Its in a folder labeled maryann. there should be two documents in it. if one of you could attach them both to an email and send it to me that would be great. if there are more than two then just send everything in the folder. thanks.
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there you go your whole story!!
i hope you write more i really like it!
thanks dude
could you attach it to an email and send it to me? Then it will be in the same fonts and stuff.
So then I had no idea what the heck to do so I asked my little brother (don't ask me why) and he said to go flush the toilet because he was too scared to. Yeah that really helped. No I'm serious. It gave me an inkling of an idea. I went to my secret hideout and planned it all out. I drew maps and everything. Now you may wonder what the idea is, but that is where you are going to have to be a little patient.
What do you think?
it definately grabs the attention right of the back, but the train of thought is kind of quick paced and i got kind of lost
Do you guys think that the thomas story drags on a little. I mean I kinda feel like it should have something exciting happen somewhere. is there a part that just kinda bores you and makes you want to stop reading? and don't just say "it's fine just stop being paranoid" I mean I want some serious feedback.
maryann i just read it the other day and i reread it today, and it seems pretty solid to me i mean i'm pretty content with it, maybe you could make the part about him walking to the woods a little more intense or maybe have the message for him to come to the woods be a little more mysterious or something
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Totally radical dude! I mean its just so cool its cool how they dgo through the sky like water and yeah its just cool. post more! post more!
hope you don't mind i deleted my story off here because it was pretty big and took up some space.
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cool dude. I have one guestion though, is the emperer just the emperor of chatteran or is he the emperer of all the islands?
This comes right after the stuff he read about how to use wands.
“Thomas, what are you reading?”
Thomas looked up to see one of his schoolmates, Frederick.
“Oh just a book about The Magic,” he replied.
“Oh, doing your homework as soon as possible. It’s just like you. Always trying to be the teacher’s favorite,” Frederick sneered. Thomas had no reply for this statement. He never liked Frederick and Frederick never liked him. It seemed to Thomas that if someone was better than Frederick at something, he would make fun of that person because he was jealous. Or, in some cases, he would make up things about himself that made him look better than that person. Thomas remembered a case in which Frederick said his grandfather was a wizard and one day, after his grandfather dies and his father dies, he would inherit it. Nobody really believed him, but it was hard to be sure because his grandfather had left the valley before he was born.
“All right then if you don’t want to talk then I’ll just leave you alone,” Frederick said but he didn’t leave. He walked across the room to Thomas’s desk where Anavard’s autobiography was lying open.
Thomas’s stomach turned.
Frederick lifted up the book and…
BANG!
Chapter the Ninth
“Oh no! What’ve I done?” Thomas whispered as he walked over to his victim. “I thought the book was just going to transport over here!” Thomas knelt down beside the petrified Frederick. He was still breathing so he wasn’t dead. A rush of relief spread over Thomas, but he was still shaking uncontrollably. He looked up and saw people rushing over to the schoolhouse to see what had made the noise.
“Oh no, what do I do?” Thomas whispered. The only thing he could think of was to run away. He had to. It was his only choice. Sweating profusely, he quickly, yet quietly picked up Anavard’s autobiography and The Magic: A history of Wands, looked around the room for any source of food, and left out the back door. The one place he could think of to go was the woods.
“I should’ve brought a candle,” he thought as he saw the sun disappear behind the hills. There was just enough light to get to the woods.
i might change this stuff cuz it kinda makes him seem i don't know wimpy or something.
The Old Hill
On a snowy afternoon Janet Lingerberry could be found inside reading a book on slugs or mosquitoes pretty much the most boring books in the world. Why she read these no one knows, but it is clear to everyone exactly how it happened that snowy afternoon exactly how and why. This particular afternoon Janets parents were off at work and she was all alone in their living room silently reading away the hours when she heard a sudden knock on the door. Janet quickly put her book down forgetting to put a bookmark in and ran to the door. When she answered it she was surprised to find a dog sitting there wagging his tail and panting. Janet looked around for the person this dog belonged to but the outside world was deserted. Before Janet could decide what to do about this strange occurrence the dog ran inside Janet darted after him and found curled up on her mothers favorite blanket in front of the fire.
"Oh now look what you’ve done," Janet said gesturing to the dirt and snow all over. Janet stared at the dog and soon realized that it was asleep. Janet simply accepted the fact the dog was immovable and went back to her book. Right as she found her spot she heard another knock on the door. Shutting her book once more Janet ran to the door. She opened it and this time found a very short chubby man dressed in a purple jumpsuit with purple earmuffs.
"Miss Lingerberry I am incredibly pleased to find you home and at this hour. Gee willikers." Janet was thoroughly bewildered at this comment “this is 1347 28th avenue” the man asked.
“Yes,” Janet said and invited the man in.
"Would you like to come in out of the cold?" Janet asked this strange man.
"Oh gee you are just like they said, I would love to join you in your home," The man replied. Janet showed the man through the door. Janet brought him into the living room and gestured him to the comfiest chair.
"Oh I see Biscuit found you," The man said looking at the dog.
"He arrived only minutes before you did," Janet said politely.
"Oh yes of course," The man said.
Um sir why did either of you arrive? Janet asked.
Well surely you must know of the Ironic code, the man said looking at Janet interestingly.
No sir I don’t, Janet said what is it?
It would take days to explain weeks, months! The man said.
Oh, Janet said a little disappointed.
The ironic code is the code in witch our whole civilization lives by, The man said.
Oh, Janet said sounding sheepish.
But there is a little clip of it in witch I think necessary that you understand fully. The man pulled a scroll out and unrolled it carefully.
Bycome. Lady mafingaha! He exclaimed. Okay Miss Lingerberry I would like you to read out loud these paragraphs. He handed the scroll to Janet and this is what she read.
By order of council the 23rd any human or thing on the day they are visited by a certified A.O.T.C must herewith follow the A.O.T.C till the final destination in store for them. They must of course abide by rules made by council 84 and 97.
"Yes very good, now," He grabbed the scroll out of Janet’s hand and searched? it Okay now I would like you to read paragraphs 84 and 97, Janet was once more handed the scroll and bid to read aloud despite all of the questions whirling around in her head.
By order of council 84, the voyage of a young squire and an A.O.T.C is to only be made by day, they are strictly forbidden to venture during night hours.
Okay now to 97, The man said.
By order of council 97, an A.O.T.C is not to be left behind in any travels. If this ever is the case the young squire will immediately be visited by a council member of council 97.
Okay so now you know what you must do, the man said grabbing the scroll again.
Um sir, what is an A.O.T.C? Janet asked as politely as she could.
An A.O.T.C is an Animal Of The Council, The man said yawning. Now we both really must get some sleep.
Excuse me Sleep? It is the middle of the day, Janet said.
Oh yes I forgot, where I come from your day is our night, Why do you think biscuit went to sleep the minute he arrived? The man said. Now if you don’t mind I will sleep in the chair and be here in the morning to see you and biscuit off. Janet did not know what to say and not before long she heard loud snores. She just sat there thinking of what just happened. She was very excited. If you didn’t realize this already Janet’s life was not very exciting. She sat around reading books on bugs witch happened to be the only books her parents owned. They were both certified bug experts. Janet wondered where she and biscuit would go. She was so caught up in this excitement she didn’t even realize what had really just happened.
5 years later
“Look mommy, look at the flowers!” Cynthia Waxler said as she and her mom walked up to 1347 28th avenue.
“Yes those flowers are very lovely,” her mom replied as she opened the door to reveal large amounts of dust and furniture.
“Mommy why is it so dusty?” Cynthia asked.
“Well, sweetie the last time this house was inhabited was 5 years ago. Cynthia looked at all the furniture and saw a bookshelf filled with books on bugs and insects. She walked over to a creepy looking door and shuttered.
“Mom will you come here,” Cynthia yelled. Her mom rushed over there and found Cynthia staring with extremely wide eyes at a purple jumpsuit filled with maggots.
Julie your story is pretty cool. do you have more written? what did you think of mine?
Sorry maryann but i did not read your story yet i'm too busy.
yeah it is kinda confusing now that i think about it. its okay julie i understand how busy you are with school and whatnot. oh yeah and sarah ill make you a team member.
The snow softly hit the ground that December day,
All i remember was i got stuck on my way,
My way to town that is, i was doing my shopping,
When out of the dark appeared a mob that was haunting
they questioned and questioned and i put up a fight
but i found that quite useless for we were now in the light,
the policmen all saw and ran to my aid
I didn't realize what would have to be paid.
My purse had been stolen my shoes were all torn
A girl invited me to her house and offered me corn
i ate it gratefully for i had just been mobbed
I had no more money for i had surely been robbed
what use was i now when i no longer had a job
i would go home and cry and cry for sweet BOB!
the end
nice julie! did you make that up off the top of your head?
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