Stories

My winter wonder land (part four)

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.

(more…)

Panther takes a dip

[The Adventures of Panther and Cimorene, Chapter One]

Please look at “PussyCat Gives Birth” for the Prologue. After that please enjoy chapter one:

Kittens Playing by Hitchster

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!”

Cat Nap by jurvetson

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.

How my name nearly changed… the spiced-up version :P

Okay, we’re back. Now this is the non-true, spiced-up version of how my name nearly changed:

Pembroke Castle 1 by Athena's Pix (In Ireland for Easter)

I, Princess Kitten of… erm… I don’t know… Kitten’s Purring? Anyway, back to the story:

I, Princess Kitten of the land of Kitten’s Purring, was walking along a street observing my kingdom.

Now I was the Princess of this land. But there was no king or queen, prince or other princess. I was feeling very lonely.

Now of course I had my subjects, but they always talk about the same thing. And they don’t really let you talk back. Once I found one that did talk back… It didn’t go well. He was after all half crazy… or was it just his randomness? Read more about that encounter in “Spam (this is a random….).”

So anyway, after a while you memorize each subject’s story/conversation/whatever you wanna call it, and he or she gets boring… And I get bored with them faster than most people.

So I decided I would write a letter to a friend of mine, Climbing Gecko from the land of Intellectual Ramblings. So I tramped up to my room and pulled out my quill and some paper and started to write. But then I didn’t know what to write, so I decided I would pay his land a visit so I would know what to say.

So I got in my traveling clothes, petted (yes, I know that’s the wrong word) my kitties and my white tiger and started off, leaving my white tiger in charge.

My plain brown T-shirt, blue jeans, and tennis shoes, twisted and flapped in the wind. I stopped next to the stables and grabbed my favorite stallion. He was a smooth coated brown Arabian named Elementary.

I saddled him up and started off, taking my time. We walked out through the city gates and down the long stone pathway that went between two mountains. It weaved and twisted, and I listened to the steady Clop clop of Elementary’s hooves against the stones.

Tea Mountain: Path by Jakob Montrasio

Now it was still kinda cold, and dark gray thunder clouds covered the sky. I was able to keep things bright and cheerful in my land, but outside of it was a whole different matter.

Finally we emerged into an elegant green plain and farm land with rolling hills. I took a deep breath of the wet air; wet air could also be called humid air, you know [random science fact].

We trotted for a while, then it happened!

[to be continued… in Pt 2]

The end of global warming, a look into the future

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 ;-).

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.”

(more…)

My winter wonder land (part three)

My winter wonder land…. CONTINUED (see My winter wonder land for part one, and My winter wonder land (part two) for part two):

Christmas Eve

I laughed heartily as my brother made a joke. It was Christmas Eve. My mother, my father, my brother and I were all sitting at the kitchen table eating supper; my brother, Peter, had arrived earlier that day.

I pushed my chair back from the table and looked at my mother as I said, “That was delicious.”

My mother only laughed and said, “If you think that was good, wait until you taste what I’ve got planned out for tomorrow.”

“Ooh, what is that, Mother?” said my brother, raising his eyebrow. “I can’t imagine anything better than this.” My mother merely rolled her eyes and started cleaning up.

“Come with me, Pete. I want to show you my hideout!” I said happily. I hadn’t seen my brother since the beginning of the school year. His job as a vet in New York kept him pretty busy.

I grabbed my brother’s hand and practically dragged him out to the play yard. My brother only laughed good-naturedly and said, “Okay, okay, Kacey, don’t pull my arm outta its socket. Now where’s this hideout of yours?”

I let go of him and ran to the tree house and called back to him, “Here it is. Come on up.” Then I climbed up myself. He followed, smiling.

When he saw it, he gasped, “Wow, Kacey, this is really cool, and I mean cool in both ways.” He laughed and shivered as he said it.

I smiled and also shivered, “Don’t blame me that it’s freezing. Blame the time of year and the place.” Then I scowled. “At least on the farm, we got snow along with the cold.”

Peter sighed, nodding. Then he rubbed his hand across the latch hook rug. “So this is what you did with this old thing. Beatrice looks almost as beautiful as she does in real life.”

I laughed. “Almost, but not quite. And it isn’t old. It isn’t even a year old yet! So you like my hide-out?” My eyes sparkled.

“Yeah, I love it, except for the freezing cold. I don’t mean to make the wrong impression, but let’s go in before we turn to ice-cubes and can’t open presents tomorrow.” I agreed, and we went in.

(more…)

About Kacey

This page is about the fictional character I made for the story My winter wonder land.

Name: Kacey Naomi Holmes. (No, she is not related to the famous Sherlock Holmes.)

Age: 15 years, birthday is April 20th.

Job: Well… Pretty much school. Might get a part time job later on.

Loves: Horses, Family, Friends.

Hates: Luke Forester and getting sick.

Family:

Mother: kind, loves scrapbooking, blue eyes, long brown hair.
Father: Loving, loves fixing and making things, brown eyes and brown hair.
Brother: Peter, middle name is Jay, loves cats (though likes horses, too), brown mischievous-looking eyes and shaggy brown hair.

Friends:

Annie Day: Friendly, energetic, slightly random. Loves History, especially the American Indian parts because she also loves Indians. Hazel eyes, bright red hair.

Description: Has light blue eyes and brown hair. Skin is fair, nearly tan.

Personality: Has habit of talking about horses a lot around people, is a tom girl, loves to run around and play outside or with horse/barn toys (loves riding more, though).

Wants: To return to her old home that was a farm with a lot of — what do ya’ know? — Horses!

My winter wonderland (part two)

My winter wonderland… CONTINUED (Read My winter wonderland for part one):

Supper

I poked at my food. Across from me sat Luke, to my right at the head of the table was my father, and to my left at the foot of the table was my mother.

I was thinking about what had happened earlier when my father had told me that Luke was coming over. I had nearly lost my balance and fell off the bed by twisting around and sitting straight up at nearly the speed of light.

After that I had asked my father if there was no other way. He had said that my mother was planning a family supper and that Luke’s parents wanted a night together, and so the only course of action that would at least somewhat grant both of these wishes was for Luke to come over.

I asked if Lucille, Luke’s younger sister, would be coming over, too; my father had said that she was going over to a friend’s house for the night anyway. I asked why Luke couldn’t go over to a friend’s house, too. My father had replied sharply, “We are friends. And this conversation is over, Kacey.”

We had sat there looking at each other in silence for a while. Finally my father said softly, “I know you two don’t get along, but he really is a nice boy once you get to know him. So please, please, try and get along for just tonight.” I had sighed and nodded.

“Kacey, de—” my mother said, pulling up short on the dear when she saw the look I shot at her. I saw Luke snicker quietly. I think my mother did, too, for she tried again: “Kacey, aren’t you hungry? You’ve hardly eaten a bite.”

I thought about it. No, I didn’t want to eat with Luke, but I was hungry. Finally I said, “I’m fine Mom, really. I just was thinking about…” I paused, and my mother nodded encouragingly. “About today.” (more…)

My winter wonder land

This is a small story for horse and/or fantasy lovers. Though it’s not a true story, I will be writing it in first person. It is about a town girl with a country gal’s heart. ENJOY:

Luke

I ran across the street still looking from side to side. My backpack bounced on my back making a uncomfortable feeling.

One of my feet landed on the side walk. I bounced, and my other foot joined it. I turned left and ran down the street. As I was about to turn into my house’s yard an icy snowball hit me. Again? How many snowballs does this guy got stored away in that freezer of his? I whirled and glared at the short blond boy standing behind me. “Cut it out, Luke! Or I’ll tell your Mom.”

Luke is the ten-year-old, short, blond-haired boy that lives next door to me. Luke, you see, had made several snowballs last time it snowed and put them in the freezer. This had: one, frozen them together so they didn’t crumble easily; two, made them icy and so sting more; and three, meant that there didn’t need to be snow on the ground for Luke to have a “snowball fight” with me. Not that they are very good snowball fights, because he is the only one with snowballs.

“Oh I’m so scared,” said Luke sarcastically. “My Mom is the one who let me save some snow balls, so you can threaten me all you want and I won’t care.”

“Ah, but does she know that every day when I get back from school, you throw one at me? And does she know that you are annoying me by it? And if all else fails, I’ll get my Mom to ask your Mom to make you stop,” I challenged.

“Humph, good luck with that, Kacey.” Luke shrugged and went back to his house. (more…)

How I met a cattering

This is the story of how I first met a cattering.

I was walking along in the woods one day, and I saw something move. I turned around and started home. I was pretty sure that I didn’t want to meet whatever it was. Luck wasn’t with me.

A wolf jumped out at me. I stepped back just in time to not get eaten alive right on the spot.

The wolf began to circle around me, growling angrily. Man, I was scared! As I watched, I saw that the wolf was really thin.

Just then I was saved. A flash of pink and gold came out of the sky. It was the fastest thing I ever saw. The wolf ran off with its tail between its legs.

The thing pulled to a stop in front of me. It was shaped like a cat with wings. It was pink, and the wings were gold. It was not only the fastest thing, but the most beautiful thing I ever saw.

Then it spoke. “I’m a cattering. My name is Serenity. What is your’s?”

I was about ready to run off screaming, but I answered anyway. “My name is Kitten. I’m honored to meet you.”

“And I’m honored to meet you, too.”

Soon we became great friends, and she walked with me all the way home.

That is the story of how I first met a cattering.

Cattering

Catterings are pink with gold wings and green eyes. A cattering smells sweet like a rose. It sounds like a cat purring long and loud, and it’s soft like a fuzzy, warm blanket. And I’m happy to say I don’t know what it tastes like, because I’ve never tried one, and I never will.

And now you know what a cattering is, and I hope that if you ever meet one, that you will like it.