ONCE BLA UPON BLA A BLA TIME

Okay, seriously,  I am really close to putting a ten in the place of that eight. Just so you know. Now, here's a little,  fairy tale. 

                  Once there was a princess who was born bla bla bla, and the King and Queen were good, but made choices that were always a little stupid, so the fairies always hated them, bla bla bla, and a fairy cursed the baby that on her 10th birthday she would be stapling a story she had written, and she would get a  staple in her finger and die, bla bla bla... Luckily they caught her and she lowered it to an eight-year sleep. Then she dissolved into ashes. But, when she turns into ashes, she's just leaving a little something to remind them of her curse. .The queen screamed, bla bla bla.
                 Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you bla bla bla bla bla bla, it was Princess Beauty's birthday, bla bla bla. Not any old birthday, her 10th birthday. Bla bla bla, after the party, Princess Beauty went to the largest bedroom you'd ever be in. It was her's. She shared it with her sixteen other sisters. The thirteen boys shared another room. Her other fifteen siblings are either at college, or married. Any way, every girls' section was divided. She was the eighth sister in that huge room.  She went to her desk, bla bla bla, "I finished my story! Yay! Bla bla bla, bla bla!" She stapled it. "OWOWOW! BBBLLLAAA!" And she fell, slowly, blaly, blablabla, bla bbla.  When they found her, they were terrified, blaaa. . . and so eight years passed. But, she was growing more womanly in her sleep. She learned more and accelerated, till, she was sleeping, but she was wiser than her parents.
                She finally woke up, and went on with her life, parents rejoicing, bla bla bla. Until one day, a young man came to the castle. He was as old as Beauty, and as wise. He was Prince Handsome, and he had been robbed while traveling home from hunting. He had gone there, fallen in love, proposed, and gotten married. All the while his parents aware. They traveled to his land, and there they lived.


                                                                       THE END

Contiuing ogre and fairy story

 

CHAPTER 8

A MAP OF WHAT TO GO THROUGH

            The girls were very afraid. First, they would have to go through the Valley of  Storm, where Storm and Wind, Rain and Hail fought over who is the mightiest. Once they passed through there, (if they passed through there), they had to cross the Plains of Peril, where the Mist of Mortification lives. The Mist of Mortification tells your most embarrassing moments of your life. And worst of all, you can’t block out the voice of the Mist. It is saying out and inside your head so everyone can hear it. Nobody knows how to block out the sound of the terrifying voice. Most who have to pass through these Plains of Peril wander off in shame. If they succeeded in passing through, they had to find through the Path of Parolization, where you had to find your own way, because there was a deep mist in which nobody could see. And to make matters worse, there were mysterious voices who whispered all different directions. At that point, you would find the Mountains of Monsters, were all the beasts of the world lived, including the Witch of Wicked Works. They knew the rout, and followed, each adventure very surprising, but scary at the first.

CHAPTER 9

ADVENTURE #1

STORM, WIND, RAIN, HAIL

It was loud. Really loud. Storm was striking the hail, trying to make hail fail to work. Wind was trying to blow out rain. Hail was trying to rule out rain, splashing the drops of delicate dew. Rain was trying to shatter the blowing air of wind. All it was, was fight, fight, fight. Man, It was not fun to have to cross that 96 mile place of loudness. When they entered the land, Nala said, “Do we honestly have to cross this? Oh, I wish the rout were more lovely than this,” “Well, it is the only way to go and save Orian, so we can do it, right?” Anlie bravely and hopefully said. They flew, walked, and crawled through the ear piercing land. It was pure torture. When they were approximately 72 miles, Nala and Anlie couldn’t stand the loudness any longer. Nala screamed, “shi-ya!” While Anlie yelled, “Porkantal!” Which were both words for stop it, or be quiet. Immediately, Storm, Wind, Rain, and Hail were silent. Silent as the dead. Nala and Anlie turned back. The gigantic rain cloud ceased to rain, the wind seemed to be frozen, the hail was stuck in mid-air, an storm was a huge blur of  well, frozen storm. They once again were on their way, only, in peace and quiet. No one had accomplished to silent the quarreling weathers. And yet, it was so simple. Learn from this story, that when something seems so difficult, sometimes, it is so easy.

       CHAPTER 10

ADVENTURE #2

PLAINS OF PERIL/MIST OF MORTIFICATION

           

            The land was hideous. Instead of a regular plain, with a big old meadow, it was a very plain land. No flowers, no grass, just hardened and cracked old dirt. And to have to walk and fly over it with bear feet! And the sky wasn’t clear or blue at all!It was covered by a certain mist. Nala and Anlie were sure Hell wasn’t far away.

            They started in silence. Then, they herd faint whispers. “Anlie once kissed a tree, getting ready to have to kiss her Aunt Corabelle! Hea Haa Haa.”  “I didn’t do it!” cried poor Anlie. But, she had. “HA! Nala once kissed an ogre!” Anlie yelled over the Mist, “I didn’t know you actually kissed him!” And so it went on.

            When Nala and Anlie couldn’t handle the horror, they yelled, “SHIYA!” Nothing happened. The Mist didn’t stop. They tried to think. “Ah! Dear, dear Mist, will you be ever so polite and kind as you are, as to stop telling these fascinating stories of us?” Nala said in her polite voice.

            Silence. “Thank you ever so much; your kindness is the token of our trip. Goodbye.” 

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Hey, romance lovers, have I got a story for you. I wrote it myself.
                       THE STORY OF ROBERT AND JENNIISA

“Mother, I had a terrible day at work.”

         Robert Flinnagoran  was a single twenty one year old. He worked at the local Tallahassee library.  His father had died two years ago, so he lived with his mother in the Terrific Tallahassee apartment complex. He had been engaged two years ago, but something had happened that day. “I saw Jenniisa.”

         Wait, I forgot, you do not know the story of Robert, so I will tell you.

         Two years ago, Robert Flinnagoran was walking to class at Collage of Education, University of Florida, a Hawaiian-looking girl was clearly late to class, all walking quickly. Suddenly, a bunch of her papers that she was loaded with, fell. Rob ran on instinct, helping to pick up papers. When they were almost done, their hands met on the last paper. They looked up, the girl picking the paper up. “Miss, what is your name,” Rob said, entranced in the beauty of this tropical – not to mention tanned girl. “Jenniisa Kealoha. Thank you for helping,” Beautiful Jenniisa replied, blushing. To end the awkward silence, “ I have to go. I’m almost late for class.” And she ran off. Later, they bumped into each other. And no matter what, Robert would never stop “bumping by pure chance into her”. Soon, they started dating. On one date, they became engaged. By that time, Robert Flinnagoran was a traveling doctor-in-training.

         One day, he had to go treat Scarlet Fever in Australia.

         He was gone for five months treating this person. It turned out that the reason that this person still didn’t get better, was because  Rob got Scarlet Fever, and HIS doctor got it, so he didn’t get better before a year was over. After a year and three months, he had only a cough left.  By then, his to-be bride was somewhere in Paris. He tried to find her, but little did he know that his darling was being treated in the hospital for a paralyzed leg. She wrote, but he was sick, and treating Scarlet Fever, so nobody let letters pass, and there was no phone.

         He called her best friend, but she didn’t know Jenniisa’s location and so he supposed that his sweet heart was helping her dear fragile mother. When he got to her, the house was bare. When he learned this, he called his mother. Jenniisa’s mother had died long ago.

         He went home and had a good cry. And when he was himself, only melancholy, he quit the doctor business for sadness, but ended up looking for a job.

         Finally he found a job at a library. He was to be the “librarian at the desk”.

         Now, back to present time.

         “Oh?” replied mother, all of the sudden snapping up from her knitting, something she never does unless she is intensely interested in something, like she does when somebody decides to write a letter. “There is something worth while doin’. Just all this new technology. P-mailing and pastebook.”

         “Yes. She was in a wheelchair. She’s more beautiful than ever.” Flinnagoran sighed. “When she looked at me, you know what she did? She pounded me with the book she was checking out. She was getting Moby Dick, and do you know how heavy that book is?” He told the story in those exact words.

         The next day, he went to work and saw Jenniisa with a cast on her leg. She ran to him stumbling  a bit. When she almost reached him she fell, him catching her. “I am so sorry for pounding you. Ever since I went home, I felt terrible. At the doctor, I cried as they put the cast on because I loved you terribly. So I made up my mind to wait here for you. Oh, I am so sorry. You didn’t come, and when I saw you……….I was just never prepared to meet you again……you didn’t come. I thought you had changed your mind on me, and I was so upset. But when I saw you, I knew nothing had changed. Why didn’t you come? When I was in Paris, why didn’t you call? Why didn’t you write?” sobbed Jenniisa. “Sweet, there is much to say, and……..” started Robert, but was interrupted and fired for “smooching” on the job. Rob and Jenniisa went to his car, and drove home. When they got at his home, Rob explained, and they became re-engaged.

        

                                    EPILOGUE

        

         The wedding was beautiful. Now they are mother and father of two pairs of triplets, four pairs of twins, one group of quadruplets, and one boy who was born by himself. (All the others are girls.) Once in a while they get frustrated with all these kids, but it’s all good. They are a wonderful family. And if by chance, you want to know the stories from their mouths, they live in a gigantic house in Maine, and sometimes in a gigantic house in Hawaii.