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-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Halloween Story Chapter 7 (Finale)
Here's the last chapter.
The next day was Saturday. I spent the entire morning searching up possible clues on how to banish evil spirits. I found an interesting webpage.
“Welcome,” it said. “To banish any evil spirit, one must recite the following incantation while facing the evil object directly without alarm.”
But the words of the incantation were too tiny. I growled, and looked through the Page Source. Ah, there it is.
But to my alarm, the words were disappearing rapidly! So I quickly found a piece of paper and scribbled down what I could. “Banish all whom I detest, within the evil pump…”
Pump? That didn’t make sense. I thought through it carefully, and suddenly it all made sense. Pump was actually “pumpkin”.
I closed the Page Source and refreshed the webpage. To my surprise, an “Error” message greeted me. Huh. Maybe the webpage got suddenly deleted….Or maybe…
I quickly phoned up CiCi and got her to come over, telling her what happened. At 1:00pm, me, CiCi, and Ethan sat around the jack o lantern balls and took a few deep breaths.
“This is it,” I said.
“How do you know the incantation is real?” Ethan demanded.
“Because your sister found a magic webpage,” CiCi said, smiling. I knew she was joking.
“Enough, okay?” I snapped.
“Sure,” they both said in union.
I sighed and regarded the two jack o lantern balls with a mixture of regret and distaste. Regret, as in I regretted leaving the house on Halloween Night. Distaste, as in I hated how the balls had caused us all so much trouble.
I began the incantation, looking calm and focused. “Banish all whom I detest, within the evil pumpkin.”
We waited, waited for the miracle to happen. But nothing did. Maybe I was wrong, I thought to myself, depressed. Maybe I didn’t find the right incantation.
CiCi looked down on the ground, saying nothing. Ethan stifled a yawn, also silent. And then it happened.
We all looked up when we heard a deafening screech of horror, rising from the jack o lantern balls. “Aeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!” They yelled, and suddenly, two misty yellow things rose up from the balls, connecting together, forming into the shape of a witch…The Witch of Misfortune. “You’ve won this time,” she screeched. “But I’ll soon be back!” She disappeared into nowhere, and so did the jack o lantern balls.
CiCi, I, and Ethan were silent for a while. Then Ethan broke it. “Aw,” he said. “I don’t get to keep my jack o lantern ball?”
“No you don’t,” I said, hugging my brother. “Just be happy you’re alive.”
…
Weeks past, and things went back to normal. CiCi’s dad got another job, and her mom became healthy and well again.
I was with my brother on our patio one blissful Sunday night. “Hey Ethan,” I said.
“What?”
“Remember three weeks ago?”
“What happened three weeks ago?”
“Remember when we went trick or treating on Halloween Night, and got those two jack o lantern balls that caused us all that trouble?”
Ethan turned at me, looking confused. “What are you talking about?”
“You really don’t remember? Three weeks ago? Trick or treating? Halloween? The jack o lantern balls?”
“You’re crazy, sis,” he said. “It hasn’t been Halloween yet. Halloween’s in two days.”
“Two days?” I was confused. I reached for my cell phone and turned it on. To my surprise, the date was Oct 29!
The End.
Next week, I'll continue writing the Princess and the Pea.
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
The next day was Saturday. I spent the entire morning searching up possible clues on how to banish evil spirits. I found an interesting webpage.
“Welcome,” it said. “To banish any evil spirit, one must recite the following incantation while facing the evil object directly without alarm.”
But the words of the incantation were too tiny. I growled, and looked through the Page Source. Ah, there it is.
But to my alarm, the words were disappearing rapidly! So I quickly found a piece of paper and scribbled down what I could. “Banish all whom I detest, within the evil pump…”
Pump? That didn’t make sense. I thought through it carefully, and suddenly it all made sense. Pump was actually “pumpkin”.
I closed the Page Source and refreshed the webpage. To my surprise, an “Error” message greeted me. Huh. Maybe the webpage got suddenly deleted….Or maybe…
I quickly phoned up CiCi and got her to come over, telling her what happened. At 1:00pm, me, CiCi, and Ethan sat around the jack o lantern balls and took a few deep breaths.
“This is it,” I said.
“How do you know the incantation is real?” Ethan demanded.
“Because your sister found a magic webpage,” CiCi said, smiling. I knew she was joking.
“Enough, okay?” I snapped.
“Sure,” they both said in union.
I sighed and regarded the two jack o lantern balls with a mixture of regret and distaste. Regret, as in I regretted leaving the house on Halloween Night. Distaste, as in I hated how the balls had caused us all so much trouble.
I began the incantation, looking calm and focused. “Banish all whom I detest, within the evil pumpkin.”
We waited, waited for the miracle to happen. But nothing did. Maybe I was wrong, I thought to myself, depressed. Maybe I didn’t find the right incantation.
CiCi looked down on the ground, saying nothing. Ethan stifled a yawn, also silent. And then it happened.
We all looked up when we heard a deafening screech of horror, rising from the jack o lantern balls. “Aeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!” They yelled, and suddenly, two misty yellow things rose up from the balls, connecting together, forming into the shape of a witch…The Witch of Misfortune. “You’ve won this time,” she screeched. “But I’ll soon be back!” She disappeared into nowhere, and so did the jack o lantern balls.
CiCi, I, and Ethan were silent for a while. Then Ethan broke it. “Aw,” he said. “I don’t get to keep my jack o lantern ball?”
“No you don’t,” I said, hugging my brother. “Just be happy you’re alive.”
…
Weeks past, and things went back to normal. CiCi’s dad got another job, and her mom became healthy and well again.
I was with my brother on our patio one blissful Sunday night. “Hey Ethan,” I said.
“What?”
“Remember three weeks ago?”
“What happened three weeks ago?”
“Remember when we went trick or treating on Halloween Night, and got those two jack o lantern balls that caused us all that trouble?”
Ethan turned at me, looking confused. “What are you talking about?”
“You really don’t remember? Three weeks ago? Trick or treating? Halloween? The jack o lantern balls?”
“You’re crazy, sis,” he said. “It hasn’t been Halloween yet. Halloween’s in two days.”
“Two days?” I was confused. I reached for my cell phone and turned it on. To my surprise, the date was Oct 29!
The End.
Next week, I'll continue writing the Princess and the Pea.
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Halloween Story Chapter 6
Happy Halloween, guys! Now, here's chapter 6:
“I have to go to the hospital,” I whispered. “Ethan needs me.”
“I’ll go with you,” CiCi offered. And off we went.
When we arrived at the hospital, we were taken in by surprise. There was Ethan, standing perfectly well, dressed in his regular clothes, holding my mom’s hand. “Hi!” He greeted us.
“Ethan!” I rushed over to him and gave him a quick hug. “You’re okay, right?”
He rolled his eyes. “Duh,” he said.
“That’s good, that’s good…” I repeated that to myself, calming myself down. “Let’s go home then…”
“Yes,” said my mom.
We went home and I started to do my homework. I heard a knock on the door. “Come in!” I beckoned.
Ethan came in, head down and shoulders slumped. “Judy? I have something to tell you…”
“What is it?”
“I think my jack o lantern ball made me trip.”
“Huh?”
“Ever since I got it, I’ve been hearing it say things to me…That’s why I loved it so much. I thought it was special.”
“Okay…?”
“When I first got into the hospital, I heard the jack o lantern ball’s voice…”
“What did it say?”
“It told me, ‘You’re off the hook this time, Ethan. But I’ll be back.’”
For a second I thought he was joking. “I’m not kidding, Judy,” he told me assertively.
I went up to him and gave him a hug. “You’re not the only one who thinks the jack o lantern balls are evil, bro. CiCi and I believe so too.”
“Really?” Ethan looked like he was about to cry.
“Really,” I said. “Don’t worry, because tomorrow, we’re going to get rid of them permanently. Just you wait and see.”
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
“I have to go to the hospital,” I whispered. “Ethan needs me.”
“I’ll go with you,” CiCi offered. And off we went.
When we arrived at the hospital, we were taken in by surprise. There was Ethan, standing perfectly well, dressed in his regular clothes, holding my mom’s hand. “Hi!” He greeted us.
“Ethan!” I rushed over to him and gave him a quick hug. “You’re okay, right?”
He rolled his eyes. “Duh,” he said.
“That’s good, that’s good…” I repeated that to myself, calming myself down. “Let’s go home then…”
“Yes,” said my mom.
We went home and I started to do my homework. I heard a knock on the door. “Come in!” I beckoned.
Ethan came in, head down and shoulders slumped. “Judy? I have something to tell you…”
“What is it?”
“I think my jack o lantern ball made me trip.”
“Huh?”
“Ever since I got it, I’ve been hearing it say things to me…That’s why I loved it so much. I thought it was special.”
“Okay…?”
“When I first got into the hospital, I heard the jack o lantern ball’s voice…”
“What did it say?”
“It told me, ‘You’re off the hook this time, Ethan. But I’ll be back.’”
For a second I thought he was joking. “I’m not kidding, Judy,” he told me assertively.
I went up to him and gave him a hug. “You’re not the only one who thinks the jack o lantern balls are evil, bro. CiCi and I believe so too.”
“Really?” Ethan looked like he was about to cry.
“Really,” I said. “Don’t worry, because tomorrow, we’re going to get rid of them permanently. Just you wait and see.”
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Halloween Story Chapter 5
Woot, I'm really speeding through this thing.
“You really believe it’s the jack o lantern ball?”
“Yes. I know that you think I’m crazy, but no one else believes me!”
I thought things over. “I believe you, though,” I finally said.
“You do, Judy?”
“I’ve heard the jack o lantern ball say my name too. And I’ve seen its yellowy glow.”
“Same here!”
I felt a lump rising in my throat. “And you know what’s really weird?” I asked her, croaking. “Ethan was holding his jack o lantern ball when he tripped and hurt his head. I think it caused him to fall. I heard it say his name.”
CiCi shook her head. “What are we going to do? There are TWO jack o lantern balls. In other words, two times the bad luck. I can’t leave both of them in your house, Judy. You’re my friend, so I don’t want you to get hurt.”
The bell rang. “Bye,” I said. “See you.”
“See you. Let’s meet at the library after school at 3, ok?”
“Sure.”
After school, we met at the library. Well, kind of. She was already there, reading an old dusty book when I stumbled in.
“Look at this, Judy,” she said, pointing at her book. “I think this should tell us the answers to everything.”
I sat down with her, looking at where her finger was pointing. “The Wretched Jack O Lantern” was the title of the chapter.
I read it aloud. “Legend bestows that there was once a pumpkin that contained the evil spirits of the Witch of Misfortune. One Hallow’s Eve night, the pumpkin got carved, and the evil spirits were free to roam around. The evil spirits of the Witch of Misfortune found home in a lump of potato plastic, entering through the cracks. But some crafters ripped the evil spirits into two…To make two potato plastic jack o lantern balls for Halloween Night crafting. The Misfortune side of the spirits drifted into the bigger jack o lantern ball…and the Death side of the spirits made their way into the smaller side. The two jack o lantern balls were painted neon green, and passed from generation to generation, house to house…On Halloween Night. No one knew of the evil spirits trapped inside, so everyone was dumbfounded when the balls appeared to be able to teleport to different locations. And no one knew it was evil. The Death side, the smaller ball, would cause untimely deaths to all who touch it, and the Misfortune side, the larger ball, would bring sorrow, grief, and misfortune to all who come in contact with it. There is only one way to destroy the evil spirits. One must recite the following incantation…” I paused. “Oh, the text is too faded. I can’t read it.”
“I know. It sucks, huh? But at least we have a lot of facts now.”
“Yeah…So I have the ‘Misfortune’ side, huh? That’s sad.”
“The bad luck’s going to sink into your family too. But you know what we should really think about right now?”
“What?”
“Your brother, Ethan.”
“Why?”
“If you have the Misfortune side, then he has the DEATH side!”
Death. The word repeated itself inside my head. My eyes widened. I nearly screamed. “Ethan!”
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
“You really believe it’s the jack o lantern ball?”
“Yes. I know that you think I’m crazy, but no one else believes me!”
I thought things over. “I believe you, though,” I finally said.
“You do, Judy?”
“I’ve heard the jack o lantern ball say my name too. And I’ve seen its yellowy glow.”
“Same here!”
I felt a lump rising in my throat. “And you know what’s really weird?” I asked her, croaking. “Ethan was holding his jack o lantern ball when he tripped and hurt his head. I think it caused him to fall. I heard it say his name.”
CiCi shook her head. “What are we going to do? There are TWO jack o lantern balls. In other words, two times the bad luck. I can’t leave both of them in your house, Judy. You’re my friend, so I don’t want you to get hurt.”
The bell rang. “Bye,” I said. “See you.”
“See you. Let’s meet at the library after school at 3, ok?”
“Sure.”
After school, we met at the library. Well, kind of. She was already there, reading an old dusty book when I stumbled in.
“Look at this, Judy,” she said, pointing at her book. “I think this should tell us the answers to everything.”
I sat down with her, looking at where her finger was pointing. “The Wretched Jack O Lantern” was the title of the chapter.
I read it aloud. “Legend bestows that there was once a pumpkin that contained the evil spirits of the Witch of Misfortune. One Hallow’s Eve night, the pumpkin got carved, and the evil spirits were free to roam around. The evil spirits of the Witch of Misfortune found home in a lump of potato plastic, entering through the cracks. But some crafters ripped the evil spirits into two…To make two potato plastic jack o lantern balls for Halloween Night crafting. The Misfortune side of the spirits drifted into the bigger jack o lantern ball…and the Death side of the spirits made their way into the smaller side. The two jack o lantern balls were painted neon green, and passed from generation to generation, house to house…On Halloween Night. No one knew of the evil spirits trapped inside, so everyone was dumbfounded when the balls appeared to be able to teleport to different locations. And no one knew it was evil. The Death side, the smaller ball, would cause untimely deaths to all who touch it, and the Misfortune side, the larger ball, would bring sorrow, grief, and misfortune to all who come in contact with it. There is only one way to destroy the evil spirits. One must recite the following incantation…” I paused. “Oh, the text is too faded. I can’t read it.”
“I know. It sucks, huh? But at least we have a lot of facts now.”
“Yeah…So I have the ‘Misfortune’ side, huh? That’s sad.”
“The bad luck’s going to sink into your family too. But you know what we should really think about right now?”
“What?”
“Your brother, Ethan.”
“Why?”
“If you have the Misfortune side, then he has the DEATH side!”
Death. The word repeated itself inside my head. My eyes widened. I nearly screamed. “Ethan!”
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Halloween Story Chapter 4
Here's chapter 4. Now, I dunno if I'm gonna finish this in time.
When I returned home, I was greeted with bad news. “Ethan isn’t doing well…” My mother sighed at me.
“Why aren’t you at work, mom?” I tried to push away from the unhappy subject.
“I was with Ethan at the hospital. The doctors are saying that Ethan hit his head pretty hard…”
Ouch. I felt sorry for him, but I didn’t feel like hearing anything else. “Ur, I’m going upstairs to do my homework.” I ran upstairs with my backpack.
In my room, I pulled out my textbooks and began my math. I chewed my pencil as I tried to figure out the questions.
As I put away my textbooks, it hit my brother’s jack o lantern ball. That’s funny, I thought. Didn’t I leave that in my locker?
I took the ball out and closely examined it. It wasn’t a perfect sphere…It was slightly fatter near the middle, kind of like Ethan. The ball was still neon green, perfectly unharmed, and it still smiled brightly.
…
The next day when school started, CiCi stormed into the building with an angry expression on her dainty little face. She marched over to my locker, and fiercely slapped something into my hand. “Keep it,” she growled.
I looked at what she put into my hand. It was my jack o lantern ball, still in good condition. “Uh, thanks…”
CiCi’s harsh look vanished, replaced by a sort of guilt mixed with shock. “I’m really sorry! I know I shouldn’t be so mad at you, because it’s not your fault!”
“What’s not my fault, CiCi?”
CiCi looked up at me with sadness in her eyes. “Judy, I think that jack o lantern ball is haunted.”
“Haunted? How could it be haunted?”
“The moment I took it into my home…The moment my family came into contact with it…Bad things have been happening.”
“What bad things?” Curiosity pushed me to the extreme of butting into her personal business.
CiCi cleared her throat. “So I went home, and took it out. It glowed yellow eerily at me, and I could even swear that it was saying my name! OK, enough about that. The main point is that my dad lost his job, my mom is feeling extremely sick, my hair is falling out…And I’m losing my sanity!”
I stared at her with incredulous eyes. “What? May you be so kind and slow down?”
“Okay!” CiCi sighed and continued. “At dinnertime, I showed your ball to my mom and let her hold it.”
“And?”
“The moment it came into contact with her, she became drowsy and really sick. She’s been running a high fever and oh, it’s getting worse!”
“What about your father?”
“After my mom, I gave him the ball too, because he wanted to look at it. He fiddled with it for a while, and then the company he works for phoned him.”
“He got fired?”
“Worse. The company headquarters got suddenly burnt down by a mysterious fire.
“You serious?”
“Uh huh, and some of the workers claimed they saw a faint yellow glow before the fire started.”
“A faint yellow glow?”
“Yeah, and I think it was the jack o lantern ball!” CiCi’s eyes widened, tears of apprehension forming in her eyes.
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
When I returned home, I was greeted with bad news. “Ethan isn’t doing well…” My mother sighed at me.
“Why aren’t you at work, mom?” I tried to push away from the unhappy subject.
“I was with Ethan at the hospital. The doctors are saying that Ethan hit his head pretty hard…”
Ouch. I felt sorry for him, but I didn’t feel like hearing anything else. “Ur, I’m going upstairs to do my homework.” I ran upstairs with my backpack.
In my room, I pulled out my textbooks and began my math. I chewed my pencil as I tried to figure out the questions.
As I put away my textbooks, it hit my brother’s jack o lantern ball. That’s funny, I thought. Didn’t I leave that in my locker?
I took the ball out and closely examined it. It wasn’t a perfect sphere…It was slightly fatter near the middle, kind of like Ethan. The ball was still neon green, perfectly unharmed, and it still smiled brightly.
…
The next day when school started, CiCi stormed into the building with an angry expression on her dainty little face. She marched over to my locker, and fiercely slapped something into my hand. “Keep it,” she growled.
I looked at what she put into my hand. It was my jack o lantern ball, still in good condition. “Uh, thanks…”
CiCi’s harsh look vanished, replaced by a sort of guilt mixed with shock. “I’m really sorry! I know I shouldn’t be so mad at you, because it’s not your fault!”
“What’s not my fault, CiCi?”
CiCi looked up at me with sadness in her eyes. “Judy, I think that jack o lantern ball is haunted.”
“Haunted? How could it be haunted?”
“The moment I took it into my home…The moment my family came into contact with it…Bad things have been happening.”
“What bad things?” Curiosity pushed me to the extreme of butting into her personal business.
CiCi cleared her throat. “So I went home, and took it out. It glowed yellow eerily at me, and I could even swear that it was saying my name! OK, enough about that. The main point is that my dad lost his job, my mom is feeling extremely sick, my hair is falling out…And I’m losing my sanity!”
I stared at her with incredulous eyes. “What? May you be so kind and slow down?”
“Okay!” CiCi sighed and continued. “At dinnertime, I showed your ball to my mom and let her hold it.”
“And?”
“The moment it came into contact with her, she became drowsy and really sick. She’s been running a high fever and oh, it’s getting worse!”
“What about your father?”
“After my mom, I gave him the ball too, because he wanted to look at it. He fiddled with it for a while, and then the company he works for phoned him.”
“He got fired?”
“Worse. The company headquarters got suddenly burnt down by a mysterious fire.
“You serious?”
“Uh huh, and some of the workers claimed they saw a faint yellow glow before the fire started.”
“A faint yellow glow?”
“Yeah, and I think it was the jack o lantern ball!” CiCi’s eyes widened, tears of apprehension forming in her eyes.
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Halloween Story Chapter 3
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We’re? Who’s the ‘we’? Those two questions repeated themselves in my head through first and second period at school. I couldn’t even pay attention to the teacher.
“Judy? Did you hear what I just said?” Mrs. Morris-Shane beckoned at me, pursing her lips and narrowing her eyes.
“Huh? Oh, I’m sorry, ma’am.”
And the whole class snickered. My friend CiCi nudged me. “What’s with you today?” I just couldn’t tell her.
During lunch break, I went to my locker to put my books back. As I took the things out of my backpack, I gasped. Sitting snugly in my backpack’s back pocket was my – and Ethan’s – jack o lantern balls. I didn’t remember putting those in.
Was I seriously losing it? I didn’t know. I decided to just let everything go and put the balls in my locker.
“Aw, those are so cute! Did you get those on Halloween?” CiCi poked at the jack o lantern balls, gushing over them. Her light blonde hair bounced up and down.
“Uh, yeah…Sure, you could say that. The smaller one’s my brother’s, though.”
“Then why do YOU have it?”
“My brother tripped and broke his head. He’s in the hospital right now.”
“Poor Ethan.”
“I know. I feel really sad too.”
CiCi pondered over that for a few moments. Then she immediately perked up. “Can I have yours, then?”
“My what? You mean, my jack o lantern ball?”
“Yeah, I really like it.”
Why not? I thought. “Sure.”
“Thank you so much!” CiCi squealed all over the place. “I thought it would be nice if you seriously took good care of your brother’s…To show your care for Ethan…”
I raised my eyebrows at her. She just didn’t make sense sometimes. “Whatever.” I handed her my jack o lantern ball.
CiCi cradled it in her hands, looking down at it as if it was a baby. “I can’t believe you would give this up to me so easily!”
“Eh, who cares?”
CiCi was silent for a second. Then her facial expressions changed. She looked confused. “Did you just say my name?” She asked me.
“No, why?”
“I thought someone just said my name…Maybe I’m just crazy.”
“Maybe you are.”
“You’re SO nice!”
And off she went, carrying my jack o lantern ball in the side pocket of her backpack. As she disappeared around the corner, a faint neon yellow glow followed her.
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
We’re? Who’s the ‘we’? Those two questions repeated themselves in my head through first and second period at school. I couldn’t even pay attention to the teacher.
“Judy? Did you hear what I just said?” Mrs. Morris-Shane beckoned at me, pursing her lips and narrowing her eyes.
“Huh? Oh, I’m sorry, ma’am.”
And the whole class snickered. My friend CiCi nudged me. “What’s with you today?” I just couldn’t tell her.
During lunch break, I went to my locker to put my books back. As I took the things out of my backpack, I gasped. Sitting snugly in my backpack’s back pocket was my – and Ethan’s – jack o lantern balls. I didn’t remember putting those in.
Was I seriously losing it? I didn’t know. I decided to just let everything go and put the balls in my locker.
“Aw, those are so cute! Did you get those on Halloween?” CiCi poked at the jack o lantern balls, gushing over them. Her light blonde hair bounced up and down.
“Uh, yeah…Sure, you could say that. The smaller one’s my brother’s, though.”
“Then why do YOU have it?”
“My brother tripped and broke his head. He’s in the hospital right now.”
“Poor Ethan.”
“I know. I feel really sad too.”
CiCi pondered over that for a few moments. Then she immediately perked up. “Can I have yours, then?”
“My what? You mean, my jack o lantern ball?”
“Yeah, I really like it.”
Why not? I thought. “Sure.”
“Thank you so much!” CiCi squealed all over the place. “I thought it would be nice if you seriously took good care of your brother’s…To show your care for Ethan…”
I raised my eyebrows at her. She just didn’t make sense sometimes. “Whatever.” I handed her my jack o lantern ball.
CiCi cradled it in her hands, looking down at it as if it was a baby. “I can’t believe you would give this up to me so easily!”
“Eh, who cares?”
CiCi was silent for a second. Then her facial expressions changed. She looked confused. “Did you just say my name?” She asked me.
“No, why?”
“I thought someone just said my name…Maybe I’m just crazy.”
“Maybe you are.”
“You’re SO nice!”
And off she went, carrying my jack o lantern ball in the side pocket of her backpack. As she disappeared around the corner, a faint neon yellow glow followed her.
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Halloween Story Chapter 2
Yay, Chapter 2!
I woke up the next day feeling sleepy and full of fatigue. I looked over at my jack o lantern ball. It was still smiling at me. The smile warmed me up, and I got dressed and went downstairs.
Ethan was still cradling his jack o lantern ball like it was his most favourite thing in the world. Mom and Dad were there too, reading the newspaper and having breakfast.
My mom was a technician and my dad was a businessman. They were friendly people, with lots of friends and not so many enemies. “Good morning, Judy,” they greeted me.
“Good morning.” I yawned and sat down. “So Ethan,” I said, directing my gaze at my little brother, “You’re still loving that thing?”
Ethan frowned at me. “Well, at least I have something to do!” He stood up. “I have to use the washroom,” he told my parents.
I still remember that moment freshly. He had pushed his chair in, picked up his jack o lantern ball, turned around, and started walking in the direction of the restroom. But on his second step, he tripped over his fuzzy blue slippers, crashing onto the hard linoleum floor with a loud stentorian bang. He had hit his head hard.
“Ethan!” My parents and I stood up at the exactly same time, rushing over to him, worried sick. “Ethan, Ethan dear…Can you hear me?” My mother frantically whispered at him.
Mom felt around his head. Suddenly, her face turned white. “There’s blood!” She shrieked. “There’s blood! Henry, go call 911!”
My father reached for the phone and quickly dialled. Soon, an ambulance pulled up and took my brother away.
“Is there anything I can do?” I felt useless.
“No, Judy.” My mother’s voice was firm. “You go to school.”
“Alright, mum.” I started to leave, but I saw something that made me suddenly stopped in my tracks. Ethan’s jack o lantern ball was still on the floor. But to my amazement, there was an eerie neon yellow glow surrounding it. And the smile that was once there was replaced by an evil grin. “Ethan…Ethan…” It seemed to be chanting my brother’s name in a deep, mellow voice. I blinked and shook my head. All of a sudden, the jack o lantern ball looked normal again, completely normal and smiling…Without a glow.
I decided that it was only my imagination. Come on, Judy, I told myself. You’re hallucinating.
But as I turned away, I heard something else. It was a chanting in the same voice as before, repeating itself inside my head. I dared not to turn my head back again to check on the jack o lantern ball. I was scared out of my wits already. But I did hear the chant. The voice was now whispery and husky, quietly reciting the same thing over and over again: “Judy…You’re next. We’re going to get you…”
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
I woke up the next day feeling sleepy and full of fatigue. I looked over at my jack o lantern ball. It was still smiling at me. The smile warmed me up, and I got dressed and went downstairs.
Ethan was still cradling his jack o lantern ball like it was his most favourite thing in the world. Mom and Dad were there too, reading the newspaper and having breakfast.
My mom was a technician and my dad was a businessman. They were friendly people, with lots of friends and not so many enemies. “Good morning, Judy,” they greeted me.
“Good morning.” I yawned and sat down. “So Ethan,” I said, directing my gaze at my little brother, “You’re still loving that thing?”
Ethan frowned at me. “Well, at least I have something to do!” He stood up. “I have to use the washroom,” he told my parents.
I still remember that moment freshly. He had pushed his chair in, picked up his jack o lantern ball, turned around, and started walking in the direction of the restroom. But on his second step, he tripped over his fuzzy blue slippers, crashing onto the hard linoleum floor with a loud stentorian bang. He had hit his head hard.
“Ethan!” My parents and I stood up at the exactly same time, rushing over to him, worried sick. “Ethan, Ethan dear…Can you hear me?” My mother frantically whispered at him.
Mom felt around his head. Suddenly, her face turned white. “There’s blood!” She shrieked. “There’s blood! Henry, go call 911!”
My father reached for the phone and quickly dialled. Soon, an ambulance pulled up and took my brother away.
“Is there anything I can do?” I felt useless.
“No, Judy.” My mother’s voice was firm. “You go to school.”
“Alright, mum.” I started to leave, but I saw something that made me suddenly stopped in my tracks. Ethan’s jack o lantern ball was still on the floor. But to my amazement, there was an eerie neon yellow glow surrounding it. And the smile that was once there was replaced by an evil grin. “Ethan…Ethan…” It seemed to be chanting my brother’s name in a deep, mellow voice. I blinked and shook my head. All of a sudden, the jack o lantern ball looked normal again, completely normal and smiling…Without a glow.
I decided that it was only my imagination. Come on, Judy, I told myself. You’re hallucinating.
But as I turned away, I heard something else. It was a chanting in the same voice as before, repeating itself inside my head. I dared not to turn my head back again to check on the jack o lantern ball. I was scared out of my wits already. But I did hear the chant. The voice was now whispery and husky, quietly reciting the same thing over and over again: “Judy…You’re next. We’re going to get you…”
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Halloween Story Chapter 1
I decided to write a Halloween Story for Halloween on Oct 31. Here's chapter 1. The story should be finished by....Halloween or so...I dunno.
“156…157…158. 158 pieces of candy.”
“158? I only got 120!”
“Ha, ha, I got more than you did, sis!”
“Just shut up already.”
I was in my room, counting up the candy with my little brother. We had just gone trick-or-tricking to all the houses in the neighbourhood, and I got to admit, I was dead beat. I still had my Halloween witch costume on, an ugly piece of yellow worn out fabric etched unskilfully together into a dress. And of course, an equally ugly yellow witch hat, bought at the Dollar Store.
“Hey Judy, aren’t you going to eat your candy?” My chubby little nine-year-old brother Ethan beckoned at me. His blue wizard hat slipped down and covered his brown, almond-shaped eyes. “If you don’t, I’ll just take yours too!”
“Yeesh, talk about impatience.” I sat down with him and regarded our load. All sorts of different kinds of candy were laid out on the living room floorboards. Lollipops, chocolate, gummies…Every kind of candy I could imagine. “So Ethan,” I said. “What should we eat first?”
“You’re the tall fourteen-year-old skinny freak,” he rolled his eyes at me. “It’s only fair that you get to decide.”
I frowned at him. It was true that I was thin and tall, above average in height for my age, but I never like it when he says that to me. I chose to let it go and started rummaging through my bags. My hands suddenly came across something round and hard. I picked it up.
I realized that I was staring at a light green plastic jack o lantern ball. It had a black smiling face printed onto it. “Huh, that’s strange,” I said. “I don’t remember getting this.”
Ethan rummaged through his bags, and pulled out an identical ball, except smaller. “I got one too,” he mused. “Hey! Why is yours bigger than mine?”
“That’s only because I’M bigger than you, you twerp.”
“No fair!”
But we decided to just put the balls aside and find other things in our bags. Sure, they were pretty to look at, but they weren’t edible.
We ate 2 lollipops, 3 chocolate bars, and a gummy bear each. Then mom called us to bed. “It’s a school day tomorrow,” she reminded us.
I took my jack o lantern ball and placed it on my desk. There, I thought. I can always see it there…Perhaps as a memento of this Halloween.
Ethan put his on his desk too. He really liked that thing.
At 10 o clock sharp, I turned off my lights and went to bed. On my bed, the jack o lantern was still there, smiling amiably.
But then it changed. The smile changed. In my motionless sleep, the jack o lantern’s smile slowly changed into a crooked, nasty scowl.
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
“156…157…158. 158 pieces of candy.”
“158? I only got 120!”
“Ha, ha, I got more than you did, sis!”
“Just shut up already.”
I was in my room, counting up the candy with my little brother. We had just gone trick-or-tricking to all the houses in the neighbourhood, and I got to admit, I was dead beat. I still had my Halloween witch costume on, an ugly piece of yellow worn out fabric etched unskilfully together into a dress. And of course, an equally ugly yellow witch hat, bought at the Dollar Store.
“Hey Judy, aren’t you going to eat your candy?” My chubby little nine-year-old brother Ethan beckoned at me. His blue wizard hat slipped down and covered his brown, almond-shaped eyes. “If you don’t, I’ll just take yours too!”
“Yeesh, talk about impatience.” I sat down with him and regarded our load. All sorts of different kinds of candy were laid out on the living room floorboards. Lollipops, chocolate, gummies…Every kind of candy I could imagine. “So Ethan,” I said. “What should we eat first?”
“You’re the tall fourteen-year-old skinny freak,” he rolled his eyes at me. “It’s only fair that you get to decide.”
I frowned at him. It was true that I was thin and tall, above average in height for my age, but I never like it when he says that to me. I chose to let it go and started rummaging through my bags. My hands suddenly came across something round and hard. I picked it up.
I realized that I was staring at a light green plastic jack o lantern ball. It had a black smiling face printed onto it. “Huh, that’s strange,” I said. “I don’t remember getting this.”
Ethan rummaged through his bags, and pulled out an identical ball, except smaller. “I got one too,” he mused. “Hey! Why is yours bigger than mine?”
“That’s only because I’M bigger than you, you twerp.”
“No fair!”
But we decided to just put the balls aside and find other things in our bags. Sure, they were pretty to look at, but they weren’t edible.
We ate 2 lollipops, 3 chocolate bars, and a gummy bear each. Then mom called us to bed. “It’s a school day tomorrow,” she reminded us.
I took my jack o lantern ball and placed it on my desk. There, I thought. I can always see it there…Perhaps as a memento of this Halloween.
Ethan put his on his desk too. He really liked that thing.
At 10 o clock sharp, I turned off my lights and went to bed. On my bed, the jack o lantern was still there, smiling amiably.
But then it changed. The smile changed. In my motionless sleep, the jack o lantern’s smile slowly changed into a crooked, nasty scowl.
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
For Madeline
Ho hum ho. Yesterday, my grandparents left for the States to visit my uncle/my cousin, etc. Since they had nothing to give my nine-year-old cousin, they forced me to draw a picture for her.
I don't like drawing things for people I really don't know, but I had to anyways. Here it is. I took a photo of it before handing it over to Gramps and Gramma.
I don't like drawing things for people I really don't know, but I had to anyways. Here it is. I took a photo of it before handing it over to Gramps and Gramma.
Definitely not my BEST work, but I guess it'll do.
I hope you like it, Madeline, if you're reading this. And if you don't, SHAME ON YOU it's okay.
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Princess and the Pea Chapter 6
I gurantee you that from now on, it won't be boring. ;)
Chapter 6:
Princess Marilynn was in town that day. Her parents had sent her off to Daffodil Acres to congratulate Prince Samson.
Princess Marilynn felt glum. She was regretful that she had not told the truth that morning, just a week ago, about the pea. She actually liked Prince Samson, but now it was all over. He was married to another princess.
She rode in her royal carriage all the way to the Daffodil Acres castle. She looked around, and she saw Prince Samson, by himself in the royal gardens. “Stop the carriage!” She demanded. “I want to get out.”
Princess Marilynn got off and approached the prince. “Congratulations, Prince Samson,” she murmured shyly.
Prince Samson looked up. “Oh, it’s you.” He nodded his head at her.
“I heard you got married, so I came here to wish you good luck in your marriage.”
“I see. Thank you for your concern.”
Princess Marilynn looked down. “You’re welcome,” she said. And then she left, back in her carriage, off back home. She knew she could’ve stayed longer and talked more with the prince, but she didn’t know what she could’ve said. So she left.
Prince Samson watched her leave. He closed his eyes and sighed. If only, if only, he wondered. If only my mother dear would’ve let me get married to her. She seems so much more pleasant than Princess Lila, that’s for sure.
Princess ‘Lila’ was busy. She was fumbling in her room, searching the drawers for the next step. Oh come on, come on, she told herself. Hurry up and find it.
Helen was also busy. She got all the dark magic she could and conjured up an incantation to begin the plan. She muttered it to herself. There, she said. I’m ready. Now if Linda would just hurry up or she’ll be affected too.
Outside the castle, the castle guards suddenly felt funny. For some reason, they felt a strange fatigue envelope them, and one by one, they collapsed in sleep.
And that was only the beginning.
Chapter 6:
Princess Marilynn was in town that day. Her parents had sent her off to Daffodil Acres to congratulate Prince Samson.
Princess Marilynn felt glum. She was regretful that she had not told the truth that morning, just a week ago, about the pea. She actually liked Prince Samson, but now it was all over. He was married to another princess.
She rode in her royal carriage all the way to the Daffodil Acres castle. She looked around, and she saw Prince Samson, by himself in the royal gardens. “Stop the carriage!” She demanded. “I want to get out.”
Princess Marilynn got off and approached the prince. “Congratulations, Prince Samson,” she murmured shyly.
Prince Samson looked up. “Oh, it’s you.” He nodded his head at her.
“I heard you got married, so I came here to wish you good luck in your marriage.”
“I see. Thank you for your concern.”
Princess Marilynn looked down. “You’re welcome,” she said. And then she left, back in her carriage, off back home. She knew she could’ve stayed longer and talked more with the prince, but she didn’t know what she could’ve said. So she left.
Prince Samson watched her leave. He closed his eyes and sighed. If only, if only, he wondered. If only my mother dear would’ve let me get married to her. She seems so much more pleasant than Princess Lila, that’s for sure.
Princess ‘Lila’ was busy. She was fumbling in her room, searching the drawers for the next step. Oh come on, come on, she told herself. Hurry up and find it.
Helen was also busy. She got all the dark magic she could and conjured up an incantation to begin the plan. She muttered it to herself. There, she said. I’m ready. Now if Linda would just hurry up or she’ll be affected too.
Outside the castle, the castle guards suddenly felt funny. For some reason, they felt a strange fatigue envelope them, and one by one, they collapsed in sleep.
And that was only the beginning.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Fixing My Crayon Box
Just minutes ago, I realized that my Crayola 12-Crayon Crayon kit was in horrible, horrible shape. It was all teared, ugly, and old. In a way, I couldn't blame it. I had it since I was in grade 1, and back then, I used to harass it a lot.
So I decided to fix it...with Dollar-Store tape. First, I took off the old tape my dad put on it. Then, I ripped up some pieces of tape and started randomly putting it on places. I taped the broken pieces back onto the box, the good pieces together too (I dunno, boredom?), etc. I think I taped it together the best I could, so I wrote "My box of MAGICAL FUN CRAYONS" on it.
Voila, art:
So I decided to fix it...with Dollar-Store tape. First, I took off the old tape my dad put on it. Then, I ripped up some pieces of tape and started randomly putting it on places. I taped the broken pieces back onto the box, the good pieces together too (I dunno, boredom?), etc. I think I taped it together the best I could, so I wrote "My box of MAGICAL FUN CRAYONS" on it.
Voila, art:
xDDDD
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
P.S. Note to self: Next time, buy a new crayon box.
Swearing
THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS LANGUAGE. DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU JUST DON'T CARE.
"Oh, darn it!"
"What the hell?"
"OMG!"
"****!"
Swearing. What's your opinion?
People of different ethnic groups look at swearing in a different way. Some think it's totally acceptable...while others look down at it in scorn and disdain.
Some people state that simply calling someone stupid is swearing, while others don't even grasp the concept. Some religious people freak at you when you say "god" or use the Lord's name in vain. (Not me though, I'm an atheist).
In the dictionary, a swear word is a word marked with the TABOO sign. For example, bloody and uh...you get the point. But what IS a taboo word? A taboo word is a word that you should not say.....Then isn't every negative word out there a swear word/taboo? Huh.
Speaking of swearing and pain, I somewhat recently saw a report online that showed that swearing is actually good for you! They did a test with college students where they made them put their hands in freezing cold water. The ones who were allowed to let it all out (swear) kept their hands in the water longer. Huh.
But nobody likes to hear swear words...so just remember your surroundings when you want to squeeze in a word. The Worst Times to Swear:
1. At school in front of your teacher
2. With religious people
3. Right before midnight (just kidding)
4. At work when you're talking to your boss
Swearing gives people the idea that you're a rude, impolite person. Oh well. I guess I'm one of them. -_-
Good bye. I swear to you that I won't ever use a horrible bad swear word in this blog ever again....depending on what you think, of course. ^_^
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
"Oh, darn it!"
"What the hell?"
"OMG!"
"****!"
Swearing. What's your opinion?
People of different ethnic groups look at swearing in a different way. Some think it's totally acceptable...while others look down at it in scorn and disdain.
Some people state that simply calling someone stupid is swearing, while others don't even grasp the concept. Some religious people freak at you when you say "god" or use the Lord's name in vain. (Not me though, I'm an atheist).
In the dictionary, a swear word is a word marked with the TABOO sign. For example, bloody and uh...you get the point. But what IS a taboo word? A taboo word is a word that you should not say.....Then isn't every negative word out there a swear word/taboo? Huh.
Speaking of swearing and pain, I somewhat recently saw a report online that showed that swearing is actually good for you! They did a test with college students where they made them put their hands in freezing cold water. The ones who were allowed to let it all out (swear) kept their hands in the water longer. Huh.
But nobody likes to hear swear words...so just remember your surroundings when you want to squeeze in a word. The Worst Times to Swear:
1. At school in front of your teacher
2. With religious people
3. Right before midnight (just kidding)
4. At work when you're talking to your boss
Swearing gives people the idea that you're a rude, impolite person. Oh well. I guess I'm one of them. -_-
Good bye. I swear to you that I won't ever use a horrible bad swear word in this blog ever again....depending on what you think, of course. ^_^
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Comic Stip Number 4
School. What do people do there? Easy: Learn and have fun...right?
Sure...but sometimes, if you look more deeply, there is more than meets the eye.
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Sure...but sometimes, if you look more deeply, there is more than meets the eye.
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-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Princess and the Pea Chapter 5
Another short chapter. I guess I'm just lazy.
Chapter 5:
“I do not even want to do this.” Prince Samson complained as he put on his royal tux.
“But you’re going to anyways, so you might as well like it.” Queen Lily closed her eyes and sighed. She’d put so much work into planning the wedding, and she was tired.
At exactly 13 hundred o’ clock, the wedding began. Linda walked down the aisle, up to Prince Samson. They said their vows, Prince Samson with a sigh, and they kissed. The minister pronounced them man and wife.
After the celebration, Linda tried talking to the prince, who ignored her. Linda sighed. She wasn’t going to get his trust, but the plan was to go on.
Linda went to her room (which was still piled with many mattresses), and took out a feather pen and notebook. She wrote down all the facts she needed, sealed it with her dark magic, and sent it to Helen by airmail…Dark Witch style.
Helen, who was sitting on a tree twenty miles from the castle, pulled back her lips into a hideous smile. She had received the notebook, and looked at Linda’s information with pleasure. Oh yes, she was ready.
And all thanks to a small little pea.
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Chapter 5:
“I do not even want to do this.” Prince Samson complained as he put on his royal tux.
“But you’re going to anyways, so you might as well like it.” Queen Lily closed her eyes and sighed. She’d put so much work into planning the wedding, and she was tired.
At exactly 13 hundred o’ clock, the wedding began. Linda walked down the aisle, up to Prince Samson. They said their vows, Prince Samson with a sigh, and they kissed. The minister pronounced them man and wife.
After the celebration, Linda tried talking to the prince, who ignored her. Linda sighed. She wasn’t going to get his trust, but the plan was to go on.
Linda went to her room (which was still piled with many mattresses), and took out a feather pen and notebook. She wrote down all the facts she needed, sealed it with her dark magic, and sent it to Helen by airmail…Dark Witch style.
Helen, who was sitting on a tree twenty miles from the castle, pulled back her lips into a hideous smile. She had received the notebook, and looked at Linda’s information with pleasure. Oh yes, she was ready.
And all thanks to a small little pea.
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Sitcom Review: Family Guy
Everyone knows Family Guy, right? Rated PG14, it's a sitcom of evil.
Even though I watch it often, I do not have anything positive to say about it. Seriously.
First of all, what the heck? All their racist and sexist slurs...why aren't they censored? It makes me just mad.
Second of all, what the heck again? The baby wants to kill the mother, the dog's in LOVE with the mother, the father's a freaking retard, the mother's a you-know-what, the son is an idiot, and the daughter is a social outcast that no one loves. That also makes me mad. It's child neglect.
Third of all, the mature content gets in the way of the "plot". Sheesh.
Fourth of all, their voices are weird. Eww. Lois's voice is SO nasal, and Stewie doesn't even sound like a baby.
Fifth of all, FAMILY GUY SHOULD BE RATED R OR BE CANCELED OR SOMETHING. Teenagers shouldn't be watching it. It sets a bad example to everyone. Drugs? Alcohol? What the beep?
General rating: 2/10
The jokes are a bit funny sometimes, but *yawn* they get boring.
Ho-hum-ho. Don't watch Family Guy.
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Raspberries!
It's harvest season, and the raspberries are ripe and rapidly producing. It's approaching the end of the harvest season right now, so I decided to take a few pictures. You know, so I can remember all this. What started out as a pathetic little plant....is now an equally pathetic bigger plant. Joy, joy.
Another picture:
After me, Dad, and my little sister picked them, I took more pictures. ^_^
Awesome, huh? This is like our, tenth plate (?).
The raspberries tasted delicious. Yum, yum. Sweet with a sour tang.
Just for the heck of it, I googled raspberry pictures. Here's a good cartoon:
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Madara Pic (XD)
Just for fun, I drew Madara-san. ^_^ A bit blurry and dark, but whatever.
Ah, Tobi.... X3
Ah, Tobi.... X3
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Comic Strip #3
I made this:
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Click on it to see it in full view.
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
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-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Princess and the Pea Chapter 4
Ugh....so tired.
Chapter 4:
“Oh, it should be held in the royal garden!”
“No, sweet, it should be held out in front, where the world can see.”
Everyone was bustling around, planning the wedding. They were so busy and distracted that no one noticed the darkness that was slowly surrounding the castle. Helen had already started to make her move.
“You see, dear, with everyone so merry and naive planning the wedding here, no one will know what him them.” Helen clicked her fingers as she talked to Linda, who was left alone, unprotected and unwatched. “Nobody even bothered to attend to you. Such ignorance.”
“Well, I guess it’s just our luck then.”
Soon, a wedding day was set. Queen Lily looked exuberant as she described all the details to her son. “Oh, it will be so enchanting! You will never see such profusion in your life!”
Prince Samson rolled his eyes. “I don’t even care, mother. And I don’t like that girl. As innocent as she may seem, I can sense darkness wavering off of her.”
“Oh, don’t be silly. She’s a lovely girl.”
“Whatever you say, mother.”
Helen was busy herself, arranging all the evil spirits she could find, and making them ready to attack the castle. It was a tiring process, but it would all be worth it at the end. Soon, the castle and kingdom of Daffodil Acres will be hers to manipulate. Soon, they will all pay.
The wedding day arrived.
Chapter 4:
“Oh, it should be held in the royal garden!”
“No, sweet, it should be held out in front, where the world can see.”
Everyone was bustling around, planning the wedding. They were so busy and distracted that no one noticed the darkness that was slowly surrounding the castle. Helen had already started to make her move.
“You see, dear, with everyone so merry and naive planning the wedding here, no one will know what him them.” Helen clicked her fingers as she talked to Linda, who was left alone, unprotected and unwatched. “Nobody even bothered to attend to you. Such ignorance.”
“Well, I guess it’s just our luck then.”
Soon, a wedding day was set. Queen Lily looked exuberant as she described all the details to her son. “Oh, it will be so enchanting! You will never see such profusion in your life!”
Prince Samson rolled his eyes. “I don’t even care, mother. And I don’t like that girl. As innocent as she may seem, I can sense darkness wavering off of her.”
“Oh, don’t be silly. She’s a lovely girl.”
“Whatever you say, mother.”
Helen was busy herself, arranging all the evil spirits she could find, and making them ready to attack the castle. It was a tiring process, but it would all be worth it at the end. Soon, the castle and kingdom of Daffodil Acres will be hers to manipulate. Soon, they will all pay.
The wedding day arrived.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Bad Haircuts (Not me!)
Everyone's experienced a bad hair day, right? Yeah. But usually when you go to school, no one will really say much. Because they're too nice. Ho hum ho.
I'm beginning to realize something. Whenever a girl comes to my school with a haircut, no matter good or bad, everyone will either ignore it or comment it positively, like for example, "Oh! Nice haircut!" Or, "I like your new haircut". It's the same when my grandma cuts my bangs too short too. Aren't people just nice? But when a boy gets a haircut, it's a complete different story.
People would laugh at whichever unlucky guy and yell things like "HAHA what happened to your hair?" or "OMG you got a haircut. BWAHAHAHAHA!"
Just today, one of my classmates (boy) got a haircut. No one said much, and I actually thought the day would go peacefully for a change, but oh, I was wrong. One of my other classmates just had to yell: "(Name) got a haircut!!??!!" :(
Poor guys. No wonder a lot of them leave their hair to grow long. To them, it just ain't worth it.
And I understand.
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
I'm beginning to realize something. Whenever a girl comes to my school with a haircut, no matter good or bad, everyone will either ignore it or comment it positively, like for example, "Oh! Nice haircut!" Or, "I like your new haircut". It's the same when my grandma cuts my bangs too short too. Aren't people just nice? But when a boy gets a haircut, it's a complete different story.
People would laugh at whichever unlucky guy and yell things like "HAHA what happened to your hair?" or "OMG you got a haircut. BWAHAHAHAHA!"
It's actually quite sad...
Poor guys. No wonder a lot of them leave their hair to grow long. To them, it just ain't worth it.
And I understand.
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
MidAutumn Festival
Yesterday was the Midautumn Festival, the day where you stand freezing cold outside to stare at the full moon and stuff your sorry faces with moon cakes.
The moon looked very pretty indeed. I just hated the cold of my back yard. Brr!
The mooncakes! They tasted awesome, but my stomach felt queasy after. Bah. I think my dad bought too many. There are still like, 3 boxes left. I had to have one for breakfast. ^_^
I think there's more to the MidAutumn festival than just that, but what the heck, I don't care. XD
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Comic Strip #2
Click on the image to see it in full size.
It's photo day! ^_^
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
The Flower King (Story)
The Flower King
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful queen who was out in her garden. She saw a blue rose just lying there, chopped off for some reason from her rosebushes. She went to pick it up.
The queen accidentally pricked her finger on the thorns, and suddenly, all the blood in her body got sucked into the magnificent blue rose. The queen disappeared forever, and the blue rose turned a soft, violet colour. She was gone, and nobody found her.
One day though, her son, now king of the kingdom, found her. He was also walking in the garden, and to his dismay, he found a beautiful violet rose just lying there in the middle of the walk path, chopped off abruptly. He went to pick it up, but he pricked his finger on the rose thorns. He felt a bit dizzy and shocked as he saw the rose suck all his blood and soul away. He collapsed, and his body mysteriously disappeared too. The rose turned into a dark magenta colour.
When the king awakened, he was both surprised and relieved to see his mother’s soul, also trapped within the evil rose. His mother told him what had happened to her, and how she had heard the spirit of the rose threatening her. The king felt despaired. He knew that if he was to escape, his mother couldn’t. And if she was to escape, he would be trapped there forever. The rose had to hold a soul in it at all times for it to keep on living, it had told his mother.
Weeks and weeks passed by, and life within the rose got less and less comfortable. One small rose was too much for two souls, and both the mother and the son felt very cramped. But none of them wanted to sacrifice the other.
One day, the queen made up her mind. “Go.”
“What do you mean, mother?”
“Go. You can leave me here. I want you to be happy. Escape.”
The king was shocked. “No, mother. You escape.”
The queen lightly shoved her son’s soul in the direction of the narrow exit, between two of the rose’s finest petals. “No, you go.”
The king shoved back, and soon, the two of them were shoving back and forth, back and forth. But the king was sturdier, and on one hard push, his mother lost her footing and fell through the exit.
The queen landed with a thud onto the walk path of her garden. She was surprised of the thud, and quickly realized that she was once again human and solid. She remembered her son, still trapped within the rose, and she burst into tears of sorrow. In her grief, she took out the hand sword she always wore on her belt, and she committed suicide.
To this day forth, if you take good care of any rose in your neighbourhood, the queen’s ghost will watch over you and protect you. If you do not, you will be haunted. And oh yeah, pay extremely close attention to roses like this:
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful queen who was out in her garden. She saw a blue rose just lying there, chopped off for some reason from her rosebushes. She went to pick it up.
The queen accidentally pricked her finger on the thorns, and suddenly, all the blood in her body got sucked into the magnificent blue rose. The queen disappeared forever, and the blue rose turned a soft, violet colour. She was gone, and nobody found her.
One day though, her son, now king of the kingdom, found her. He was also walking in the garden, and to his dismay, he found a beautiful violet rose just lying there in the middle of the walk path, chopped off abruptly. He went to pick it up, but he pricked his finger on the rose thorns. He felt a bit dizzy and shocked as he saw the rose suck all his blood and soul away. He collapsed, and his body mysteriously disappeared too. The rose turned into a dark magenta colour.
When the king awakened, he was both surprised and relieved to see his mother’s soul, also trapped within the evil rose. His mother told him what had happened to her, and how she had heard the spirit of the rose threatening her. The king felt despaired. He knew that if he was to escape, his mother couldn’t. And if she was to escape, he would be trapped there forever. The rose had to hold a soul in it at all times for it to keep on living, it had told his mother.
Weeks and weeks passed by, and life within the rose got less and less comfortable. One small rose was too much for two souls, and both the mother and the son felt very cramped. But none of them wanted to sacrifice the other.
One day, the queen made up her mind. “Go.”
“What do you mean, mother?”
“Go. You can leave me here. I want you to be happy. Escape.”
The king was shocked. “No, mother. You escape.”
The queen lightly shoved her son’s soul in the direction of the narrow exit, between two of the rose’s finest petals. “No, you go.”
The king shoved back, and soon, the two of them were shoving back and forth, back and forth. But the king was sturdier, and on one hard push, his mother lost her footing and fell through the exit.
The queen landed with a thud onto the walk path of her garden. She was surprised of the thud, and quickly realized that she was once again human and solid. She remembered her son, still trapped within the rose, and she burst into tears of sorrow. In her grief, she took out the hand sword she always wore on her belt, and she committed suicide.
To this day forth, if you take good care of any rose in your neighbourhood, the queen’s ghost will watch over you and protect you. If you do not, you will be haunted. And oh yeah, pay extremely close attention to roses like this:
The End.
Friday, October 2, 2009
The Power of One? Nope.
Today was a bully-rific (not really) day at school. Not only did I witness much bullying, there was also a special presentation today on the subject.
Today around lunch, after the teacher went out of the room, two of my classmates, one tall and one...not so much, grabbed a volleyball and started playing with it...indoors! So they start playing, and suddenly, the shorter one accidentally volleys the ball at the taller one's eyes, hurting both him and his glasses. The taller one immediately takes off his glasses and starts rubbing his eyes. The shorter one looked seriously worried. Guess what the taller one did? He got really angry and started to kick and punch and intimidate the shorter one. It looked very VERY violent. I almost felt sick.
After lunch, we were all called to the gym to attend a special presentation: The Power of One. The two presenters (both female) started telling us about verbal, physical, and cyber bullying. They also acted out a couple of scenes. Their acting was awesome, but it all looked way too familiar to be comfortable with. And on top of that, the only kind of bullying THEY talked about was GIRL BULLYING. Well, I can understand why they didn't do boy bullying. No one wants a school of good students to learn a hundred new swear words to take home, right? But it all didn't really help.
They also got us to act out the bully, the victim, and the bystander. That didn't help either. We spent that entire section laughing and laughing and laughing. It was so useless.
After the presentation, they actually made us say an oath. It went something like this:
"I will not bully others.
I will not just stand by when other people are being bullied.
I will report all bullying I see.
I have the power of one!"
Yeah. It was all serious, with the presenters making us put our right hand on our heart. But in my head, I knew that saying a simple oath wasn't going to help anyone. The bullying would continue...and that shorter dude will always be too scared to report that taller dude.......Nothing will ever change.
But I take oaths quite seriously.
The Power of One? HAHAHAHA, you just got to be kidding me. Bullying will always be there in our world...and we can't help it.
Heh, them and their peace talks. We hear them every year. <_<
Today around lunch, after the teacher went out of the room, two of my classmates, one tall and one...not so much, grabbed a volleyball and started playing with it...indoors! So they start playing, and suddenly, the shorter one accidentally volleys the ball at the taller one's eyes, hurting both him and his glasses. The taller one immediately takes off his glasses and starts rubbing his eyes. The shorter one looked seriously worried. Guess what the taller one did? He got really angry and started to kick and punch and intimidate the shorter one. It looked very VERY violent. I almost felt sick.
After lunch, we were all called to the gym to attend a special presentation: The Power of One. The two presenters (both female) started telling us about verbal, physical, and cyber bullying. They also acted out a couple of scenes. Their acting was awesome, but it all looked way too familiar to be comfortable with. And on top of that, the only kind of bullying THEY talked about was GIRL BULLYING. Well, I can understand why they didn't do boy bullying. No one wants a school of good students to learn a hundred new swear words to take home, right? But it all didn't really help.
They also got us to act out the bully, the victim, and the bystander. That didn't help either. We spent that entire section laughing and laughing and laughing. It was so useless.
After the presentation, they actually made us say an oath. It went something like this:
"I will not bully others.
I will not just stand by when other people are being bullied.
I will report all bullying I see.
I have the power of one!"
Yeah. It was all serious, with the presenters making us put our right hand on our heart. But in my head, I knew that saying a simple oath wasn't going to help anyone. The bullying would continue...and that shorter dude will always be too scared to report that taller dude.......Nothing will ever change.
But I take oaths quite seriously.
The Power of One? HAHAHAHA, you just got to be kidding me. Bullying will always be there in our world...and we can't help it.
Heh, them and their peace talks. We hear them every year. <_<
Yeah right.
We're just going to see more and more of this:
It's a cruel world....
-Vociferously yours, Vicky.
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