Well, I'm going to go visit where I used to live soonish, and I really should be excited. (I am in some ways. I'll get to see some of my friends again. YAY! :D :D )But I know everything's going to be different.
Two years is a fairly long time, and lots of things can happen in just two years, and everybody's changed. I've changed. Things will be odd really, but at least I'll get to see the people I know again.
-Aredhel
They took all that I
needed leaving me empty.
Dry. Alone. Afraid.
Robbed of my essence
I am empty. Forgive me.
I'm sorry. Fill me again.
The extremely good-looking and all together beautiful and pretty princess who was unusually short for her age because she was under average height, who did not even have a name because the author of this story cannot be bothered, went to the very very glamorous and amazingly fun-filled party at the Pancake parlour in Eastland. The extremely good-looking and all together beautiful and pretty princess who was unusually short for her age because she was under average height, who did not even have a name because the author of this story cannot be bothered, ate lots and lots of calories and enjoyed herself very very much. The extremely good-looking and all together beautiful and pretty princess who was unusually short for her age because she was under average height, who did not even have a name because the author of this story cannot be bothered, who went to the very very glamorous and amazingly fun-filled party at the Pancake parlour in Eastland, did not like the ice cream in the in cake from trampoline. The extremely good-looking and all together beautiful and pretty princess who was unusually short for her age because she was under average height, who did not even have a name because the author of this story cannot be bothered, who went to the very very glamorous and amazingly fun-filled party at the Pancake parlour in Eastland, who did not like the ice cream in the in cake from trampoline, had an allergic reaction to the candle smoke and had to go to the hospital. The extremely good-looking and all together beautiful and pretty princess who was unusually short for her age because she was under average height, who did not even have a name because the author of this story cannot be bothered, who went to the very very glamorous and amazingly fun-filled party at the Pancake parlour in Eastland, who did not like the ice cream in the in cake from trampoline, who had an allergic reaction to the candle smoke and had to go to the hospital, died in the hospital. The extremely good-looking and all together beautiful and pretty princess who was unusually short for her age because she was under average height, who did not even have a name because the author of this story cannot be bothered, who went to the very very glamorous and amazingly fun-filled party at the Pancake parlour in Eastland, who did not like the ice cream in the in cake from trampoline, who had an allergic reaction to the candle smoke and had to go to the hospital, who died in the hospital, suddenly work up and it was all a dream. The extremely good-looking and all together beautiful and pretty princess who was unusually short for her age because she was under average height, who did not even have a name because the author of this story cannot be bothered, who went to the very very glamorous and amazingly fun-filled party at the Pancake parlour in Eastland, who did not like the ice cream in the in cake from trampoline, who had an allergic reaction to the candle smoke and had to go to the hospital, who died in the hospital, who suddenly work up and found that it was all a dream, went back to sleep. The extremely good-looking and all together beautiful and pretty princess who was unusually short for her age because she was under average height, who did not even have a name because the author of this story cannot be bothered, who went to the very very glamorous and amazingly fun-filled party at the Pancake parlour in Eastland. The extremely good-looking and all together beautiful and pretty princess who was unusually short for her age because she was under average height, who did not even have a name because the author of this story cannot be bothered, ate lots and lots of calories and enjoyed herself very very much. The extremely good-looking and all together beautiful and pretty princess who was unusually short for her age because she was under average height, who did not even have a name because the author of this story cannot be bothered, who went to the very very glamorous and amazingly fun-filled party at the Pancake parlour in Eastland, did not like the ice cream in the in cake from trampoline. The extremely good-looking and all together beautiful and pretty princess who was unusually short for her age because she was under average height, who did not even have a name because the author of this story cannot be bothered, who went to the very very glamorous and amazingly fun-filled party at the Pancake parlour in Eastland, who did not like the ice cream in the in cake from trampoline, had an allergic reaction to the candle smoke and had to go to the hospital. The extremely good-looking and all together beautiful and pretty princess who was unusually short for her age because she was under average height, who did not even have a name because the author of this story cannot be bothered, who went to the very very glamorous and amazingly fun-filled party at the Pancake parlour in Eastland, who did not like the ice cream in the in cake from trampoline, who had an allergic reaction to the candle smoke and had to go to the hospital, died in the hospital. The extremely good-looking and all together beautiful and pretty princess who was unusually short for her age because she was under average height, who did not even have a name because the author of this story cannot be bothered, who went to the very very glamorous and amazingly fun-filled party at the Pancake parlour in Eastland, who did not like the ice cream in the in cake from trampoline, who had an allergic reaction to the candle smoke and had to go to the hospital, who died in the hospital, suddenly work up and it was all a dream. The extremely good-looking and all together beautiful and pretty princess who was unusually short for her age because she was under average height, who did not even have a name because the author of this story cannot be bothered, who went to the very very glamorous and amazingly fun-filled party at the Pancake parlour in Eastland, who did not like the ice cream in the in cake from trampoline, who had an allergic reaction to the candle smoke and had to go to the hospital, who died in the hospital, who suddenly work up and found that it was all a dream, went back to sleep.
Narrator: Stickman raced through the streets of Stickville after the greatest Stickvillian of all time: Twiggirl. Twiggirl had stolen the dog of Logguy and had run off with his precious pet, after hitting the dog, named GetStick, with a stick. *Yawns*Stickman knew he had to stop Twiggirl from further harming the poor stickdog, but Twiggirl had superstickpowers. Superstickpowers that Stickman hadn't seen before. *Yawns* Must.... not.... fall.... asleep.... *falls asleep and snores*
Little Child: Since Narrator is unavailable, Will Stickman ever stop running through the strets of Stickville? Will the story ever progress? Why are all theses silly questions written on the sheet? Why hasnt anybody answered my question about vacuums? Find out next time in the AMAZING ADVENTURES OF STICKMAN!
(Ok. Background info before starting this thing. Stickman is a Superhero I made up because I was trying to draw a comic, (that I still haven't finished yet) and I can't draw very well, and the only type of people I can draw reasonably well are stick figures. So... without further ado.... The Radio Adventures of Stickman!)
Narrator: Stickman raced through the streets of Stickville to catch up to the greatest Stickvillian of all time and...
Little child with whiney voice: (Interrupts) Wait!
Narrator: (sighs)
Little child w/ whiney voice: Mommy? Is Stickman real?
Mommy: Of course not honey.
Little child: Then how can he be a stick figure? Because if something isn't real, then its nothing, and nothing can't be something. So Mommy? Why is nothing pretending to be Stickman? How can Nothing be a Superhero?
Mommy: I don't know darling.
Little child: Mommy?
Mommy: Yes?
Little child: Is Nothing good or bad?
Mommy: Sometimes Nothing can be good, like if there's nothing wrong with someone. But if there's nothing in a container then it can cause a vacuum, which can be good or bad.
Little child: Is that how vacuum cleaners are made?
Narrator: And that's all the time we have for today. Will Little Child stop asking questions? Will Stickman finally appear in the story? Are vacuum cleaners made by making a vacuum? Will Stickman catch the Stickvillian in time? Find out next time in the RADIO ADVENTURES OF STICKMAN!
Life! It’s hard enough even when it doesn’t go wrong. What did I do wrong? I thought as I watched my little tormentor sleep with one slitted red eye open. The kitten-sized fiery-coloured dragon had hatched last week in the dark, musty cave, and it still had not responded to me. Well, if I counted her nearly biting my thumb off as a response, she had, but there was no real bond between us. And that was not a good thing. After all, my mother did have the ‘touch’ and I was supposed to have it too, but I was definitely not so sure that I had it just then.
“Ow!” I exclaimed as the dragon decided to wake up and bite me. “Alright, I guess you’re hungry. What would you like today?”
The dragonet eyed my thumb hungrily.
“No, you can’t have my thumb. I need it to be attached to my body, not in your stomach.”
Her tiny wings drooped and her eyes became big and sorrowful; her pupils dilating.
Was that a response? I thought. I reached out to stroke her and was rewarded with another bite. I guess not.
The dragon hissed at me; her teeth bared and wings raised.
“Yes, I love you too,” I told her.
She just hissed at me. Again.
“What do you want?”
The dragon gave what I thought was a sigh and flew to my shoulder. “Name Game?” she asked.
“What?” I asked incredulously. I hope that was her response, one of the rarer ones, but still, a response.
“Name Game?” she asked again.
“Alright, what about: ‘Dragona’?”
“That was silly name. Want better one,” the dragonet insisted.
“Nograd?”
“No. Want beautiful name.”
And a dragon’s definition of beauty is...? “What about ‘Xylia’?”
“No, hard to say.”
“‘Zaria’?”
“First sound is difficult for me to make.”
That was true enough; fire-dragon’s mouths were made for breathing fire, not speaking. I kept thinking.
“Hurry!” the unnamed dragon said insistently.
“I’m trying, little one. What about: ‘Arianrhod?’”
“Beautiful name, but it’s not right.” The dragonet’s grammar was improving after a few minutes of speech.
Why can’t humans learn that fast? I thought. “Never mind, that’s my name and it would be confusing if we had the same name. What about ‘Aethelfled?’”
“I like it, but it’s too long,” she said carefully.
“Well, your name could be ‘Aelflaed.’ What do you think?”
“‘Aelflaed, Aelflaed,” the dragonet said. “I suppose you could call me ‘Elfla’ for short?”
“Yes, if you want to be called ‘Elfla.’”
“My name is Aelflaed, and I am very hungry. Will you feed me?”
“Of course. You know, I’ve always wanted to feed my own dragon.”
“Arianrhod, your name is Arianrhod, right?”
I nodded. She’s observant.
“Arianrhod, you have it wrong. I am not your dragon. You are my carer-human. A dragon is owned by no one.”
I rolled my eyes. Fire dragons needed lots of training; they got an extra dose of stubbornness when they hatched.
