Confession

     “Will,” I looked down at the grass not being able to meet his eyes, “there's something you need to know about me. It's kind of a weird thing to bring up, but if we're going to be friends you need to know this,” I dared to look up at him and took a deep breath, “You've been asking a lot of questions about me lately and I'm not mad, but it's just... there are a lot of things about me you don't know and there are a lot of things that I can't really tell you.”

      He just stood there waiting for me to go on.

      “I'm a very complicated person. I have a very unique past and there are some things that for a very long time, if ever, I won't be able to tell you,” I was trying to make it sound normal like I just had an embarrassing history rather then a completely unbelievable one.

He slipped his hand into mine and stared at one of my curls flying in the wind, “What are you trying to tell me?”

      “I know it's not fair and if you want to keep some things secret from me you can.”

      He used his free hand to snag the curl he had been watching and twirled it around his finger, “I don't want to keep any secrets from you.”

      I wasn't getting anywhere. At this point I could feel tears sneaking up in the back of my eyes, “J-Just know that if you ask a question and I don't necessarily answer it, I'm doing it for your own safety,” my voice dropped to a whisper, “and mine.”

      Something flickered on his face and he looked me strait in the eyes, “Annie, are you trying to tell me your in some kind of danger?”

      My heart nearly broke in two. His eyes were full of nothing but caring and protection. I wanted to tell him so badly. Yes I'm in danger. Yes I want you to help me. But I would be putting not just him in danger if I did that.

      My fear of him getting hurt was bigger then my want for his help, “No, I'm not in danger,” the first time my lie sounded completely fake. I blamed it on the tears.

      I recognized his calculating face. He was trying to guess, “Are you in trouble with the law?”

      I nearly jumped at him even thinking of me as a criminal, “No! It 's not like that.”

      “Annie, if you need help, you know you can tell me anything.”

      Could I?

      I looked away from the painfully understanding face, “No,” I shook my head, “I'm not in danger or anything I just wanted you to understand that if I don't tell you some things it's not because I don't trust you. I...” my voice started breaking, “I just can't tell you.”

      Will put both his hands on my cheeks, making me look at him, “Do you promise? Do you, Annie Marie     Martingale, promise that you are in no danger in anyway? That you aren't telling me things for the single reason of protecting me?”

      My heart dropped and a tear escaped down my cheek. I couldn't lie to him like that. I couldn't break a promise. I gently pulled his warm hands from my cheeks and looked at him for a moment.

      Then I ran.

      I could hear him calling my name till I was far past the hill and nothing but fields lay ahead of me.

Hillarious story written by an anonomous girl in my class

Boris Bordonaro deposited the 1 cup measure of bullets into his homemade blender. His blender was really a work of art, powered by a V8 diesel engine, the rotary blades could turn even the toughest of flesh into a pulp. Boris, however, wasn't trying to pulpify flesh. He was just having his daily breakfast, liquified bullets. (Yes you read that right. Unless you read something other than what I wrote, in that case, you read it wrong.) Boris wasn't particularly loquacious. He was a man of action, not vocabulary. When Boris's breakfast reached equilibrium, he dumped it into a crystal cocktail glass and headed to his work-out room. He headed over to the Thigh Master and started...mastering his thighs. Between leg compressions Boris would sip his breakfast. Boris Bordonaro had a lot in common with blender, his muscles seemed to chiseled out of the finest marble, he was powerful and tough, and he could turn even the toughest of flesh into a pulp. (With his bare hands I might add.) You see, Boris is no ordinary man. He is in fact, the number one contract killer in the world. Now you might wonder why a man would ever want to murder contracts, I'll tell you this: I don't know. But that's not really the interesting thing about Mr. Bordonaro, decimating legal documents is only his career, killing people is his hobby. (That was the interesting part.) Boris thought about his plans for the day. His percolating brainwork went something like this: Gotta bunch of contracts at work...Gunna rip em' to shreds. Yeah...rip em'. Then I'll smash em' with a meat tenderizer. Then I'll get my battle ax and pulverize a whole cabinet of contracts...That's good. Gotta kill the man at the phone booth today...he always takes a really long time...gotta kill that guy. Yeah...I'll rip him to shreds...like a contract. 

I told you he wasn't much for conversation, I'm sure you can see why. Boris headed out to work and he killed those contracts. The scene was brutal and borderline offensive, when he'd finished up Boris Bordonaro trekked to the red phone booth on the corner by his penthouse and waited. He hadn't exactly formulated a plan, but he didn't really need to. Instincts would guide him in this kill. Where is he? Where is the dirty rotten scoundrel? I gotta get this...wait...what's that smell? Oh...yum...Boris had noticed a construction zone and was distracted for a moment. When he turned back to look at the phone booth it was empty. This was odd. The man was pretty regular in his daily usage of the phone. Boris pulled open the door on the booth and went in. He'd never actually been in one of these things before. He decided to finish out his wait in there. Unbeknownst to Mr. Bordonaro, Steven Halling, the man he was out to kill, was home sick. Steven had a horrid cold and decided to stay home and watch the Discovery channel on his faded blue sofa. As Boris sat in waiting for a man who wouldn't show, people started to gather. You generally didn't see a man like Boris in a little red phone booth. But that's not why they were gathering, a krispy kreme truck had tipped over in the road and people were scrambling to get free doughnuts. After 6 consecutive hours of waiting, Boris drew the conclusion that the man probably wasn't going to show, so he decided that he'd kill some people stealing doughnuts instead. (They were being really noisy and he had a headache.) Boris stood and pulled on the handle of the door. It wouldn't budge. Boris yanked harder. Still nothing. Boris rocked his body back and forth against the walls of the phone booth, hoping to tip it over and gain freedom, but he only succeeded in making himself look like an escaped mental hospital patient. Boris was stuck. He was stuck bad. When the realization of this sunk into Mr. Bordonaro's skull, he sunk to his knees and began to weep violently. At this, people with doughnuts and camera cellphones gathered around the booth. It wasn't often when you saw a man like Boris in a phone booth, but even more rare was seeing a man like Boris sob. These people knew a you tube hit when they saw one. They smiled as their phones captured this media gold. What a great day, first free doughnuts, now this. Life doesn't get much better than that folks.

Mansion Garden (around Jane Austin times)

       I filled my lugs with the gorgeous smelling air as I lay down on the grass. I still couldn’t believe this was all mine. The flowers, the trees, the waterfall… I loved this garden and everything about it. There was something about this garden that made it different; almost mysterious or enchanting.

When I’d first come to live with my Aunt and Uncle, they could hardly keep me away from the garden. Everything about it fascinated me. I swear, some times I could hear more then just wind rustling the leaves; and when I’d watch the waterfall, it would shimmer in ways that I would have thought impossible. I had asked the servants about it a couple of times, but they would just look at me as if I wasn’t all there. I learned to keep quiet about it, and my reputation was restored quickly. But even though I didn’t think it out loud, I still saw strange things and was constantly trying to figure it out.

This morning I had received spectacular news. After staying with them for four years, my relatives told me they had officially decided I was to be in charge of the garden this spring. I was ecstatic. Being in charge of the garden meant I got choose where everything was going to be planted, how it was going to look this summer, I could even add in a sitting area or a swing to my favorite spots if I wanted too.

I had already written my mother. I knew she would be excited. My grandmother owned a floral shop and both of us were very into to hobbies like that. Being in charge of the planning would give me tremendous amounts of practice and Mother would probably even give my tips in her letters.

Undoubtedly, this was going to be a very good year.

I looked up at the sky as other thoughts came into my head. Planning the garden wasn’t the only thing my aunt and uncle wanted me to do. They had never said it or even hinted at it, but I knew my aunt and uncle well enough to know they wanted me to marry soon. It wasn’t at all unreasonable since I was, after all, the appropriate age. It was just that my Aunt was a natural matchmaker and I was worried they might end up having more say in my husband then me.

My thoughts were cut off when I heard some one yelling. I sat up trying to find the cause. Sam was coming towards me on his horse, galloping much faster then usual

“My Lady,” he was panting as if he’d been the one running, “you are needed at the mansion at once.”

My heart sped up along with my feet. Was some one hurt? Was there danger? “What is it?”

“Sir Edward,” he had his horse trot towards me, “his carriage has arrived. He is a day early and your aunt and uncle are still gone and there is no one to greet him but servants.”

       My heart calmed down a bit, but I still ran. Social greetings were very important in this country, especially if the people were as high up as my aunt and uncle.

       Sam extended his hand and I jumped onto the horse behind him. He kicked hard and we galloped faster then I was used to. Arms tightened on Sam’s waist, I tried not to fall off as he jumped a fence. I also couldn’t help but think what my aunt would say if she saw me hugging a servant like that; especially one as close to my age as Sam.

      The horse stopped and Sam jumped off. He helped me down and I ran into the house. I ran past Mary towards my room.

      “Where are you going?” she yelled after me.

      “To change,” riding clothes were not considered suitable for greetings.

      “There’s no time,” she grabbed my hand pulling me back towards the foyer. Another servant ran up with a brush and began to fix my wind blown hair as we walked.

      “Who am I greeting again?” I was becoming flustered around all these panicked servants.

      “His name is Sir Edward,” Mary filled me in, “he’s staying here while he go’s to law school. Just greet him like you would any other stranger, but be formal; he is very high class. Just explain where your aunt and uncle are, but pretend you knew he was coming,” We reached the end of the hallway and the other servant finished my hair, “Good luck,” they fled leaving me to greet the stranger on my own.

      I ran to the center of the foyer just in time to be perfectly posed as he walked through the door.

      My eyes widened a little. When Mary said he was going to school I expected him to be young, but not as young as me. I didn’t expect him to be as handsome as he was either. His blond hair and blue eyes went   perfectly with his tall stature and pure white smile.

      He took off his tall hat and I curtsied, “Sir Edward, it is a pleasure to have you staying here.”

      He walked over and politely kissed my hand, “I am honored to be here.”

     “I’m sorry my Aunt and Uncle are not here, but they are still handling some business else where.” I almost apologized for my poor attire but decided not to say anything since that would probably give away the fact I didn’t know he was coming. He was a boy, maybe he wouldn’t notice.

      “I am sorry I missed them,” He smiled, “although I am glad to say, I am not at all disappointed with my greeting.”

      I wasn’t sure what to say to that, “I’m glad you are pleased,” what now? “Mary!” she was undoubtedly somewhere close eavesdropping.

     She waited a couple seconds then came out of the hall way as if she had just coincidentally been near by,   “Yes, my Lady?”

      “Mary this is Sir Edward,” she gave a small curtsy, “would you please show him which room he will be staying in?”

     “Of course,” she headed towards the stairs.

     I started to follow and Sir Edward politely took my arm, “If you don’t mind my asking, what exact business is it that your aunt and uncle are taking care of?”

     Actually, I did mind, since I didn’t know, “I believe they are having a social visit with some friends,” oops, that might offend him, “not that they wouldn’t rather be here with you, they just…”

    He laughed at my blush, “It’s alright. I am a day early after all.”

    “Here we are,” Mary opened a pair of double doors to one of our nicest guest rooms.

Christmas Story

Okay, I know this one, when you read it, sounds a little odd, but I think if you did it right it could be really cool. It kinds of goes off the 'Nightmare Before Christmas' concept of having different realms/places that are the different Holidays. Sam and Mary are both elves and Ramen is a citizen of Pandemonium (Halloween). This one is a scene from plot #7.Sam and Mary are just kind of chillin' and talking while feeding the reindeer in the stable.

      “Oh, by the way,” Mary fed Donner a piece of carrot, “Ramen is coming to visit tomorrow.”

       Sam suddenly looked up from his papers, “Ramen? Why's he coming here?”

       She tried to think up an excuse, “He wants to see the reindeer.”

      “Really?” he didn't seem to believe her.

      “Yes. They don't have reindeer in Pandemonium, so he wanted to come see what they look like.” pretty good for on the spot.

       “And the reindeer are the only thing he's coming to see,” he raised an eyebrow.

       “Maybe he was planning on seeing the candy shops too.”

       Sam just rolled his eyes at that one.

      “You don't think he'd want to see them?”

      “No offense Mary, but Ramen is more the type to burn down a candy store then shop in one.”

       Mary hatted when Sam stereotyped like that. She turned her back to him, feeding Donner another carrot, “Just because he's live in a Halloween Town, doesn't mean he's pron to maliciously evil acts.”

       “You sure about that?”

       She glanced back just long enough to glare at him, “'no offense', but you're not exactly an expert on Pandemonians Sam. I don't recall you even bothering to get know any.”

       “Not true, I have met three. Zoe, Carlos and Marvin, when they all came for the Grand Holiday's Meeting.”

       “I don't think having a three word conversation with someone counts as getting to know them.”

       “And randomly falling for a good looking one does?”

       She whipped around, her eyes wide, “You think you know so much Sam.”

       “So I'm assuming that means you haven't started falling, but rather you have already fallen?” his tone was starting to sound a little bitter.

       Mary realized he wasn't racist, but rather jealous. Which meant that it was now confirmed that he liked her. This could have been a very romantic moment if they weren't in the middle of an argument. And if all of what Sam had just said wasn't true.

       He sighed, drumming his fingers on his folder, “I know you mean well Mary, but trying to get Ramen to act like a good willed person...even if it did work it would be rather pointless. It's like teaching Donner how to swim. That's not what he's meant to do, and there is no way that Ramen could survive in his environment without the personality he currently has,” he took a carrot from the bin and fed it to Cupid, “Ramen was born to add to the Halloween spirit, and unfortunately that can't be done by singing songs and giving to little children,” his voice dropped a fragment as he spoke the last part, “ I also don't see how light and dark can possibly reside together without having problems.”

       Mary wondered if he was really trying to protect her, or if this was his way of lashing out, “Sam , I know you mean well, but I'm not going to stop being friends with Ramen just because we are, technically, supposed to clash.”

"Corn Maze" Opening

         This is a chapter from plot #5

            “I think I’m going to call it a night,” I took off my 'Employee' pin and tossed it into the bin under the counter.

           “Already?” Abby raised one of her sparkly eyebrows at me, “It's only ten o-clock.”

           “I know, but I'm tired. Plus, my little brother is having his Halloween party tomorrow and I want to save my hours so I can be here till long after it's over.”

           “But, you can't leave early tonight,” somehow I couldn't take her seriously with the bright green eye shadow and fake eye lashes.

           Abby and I both worked at the town's corn maze. We'd been working since late September, but with Halloween this week, we were required to start wearing costumes. Which was fine with us, since we loved dressing up. In fact we'd kind of gone all out.

           Abby was a bright green fairy, somewhat resembling Tinkerbell. She had glitter on about every inch of her body and a poofy skirt twice as big as her.

           I had decided to go with something completely opposite of my personality; heavy metal rock star. My hair had that crimped wind-blown look and looked much more edgy then was normal for me. My make-up consisted of neon eyeshadow, too much eyeliner and lashes almost as big as Abby's.

           “But you gave me a ride here,” Abby persisted, “How am I supposed to get home?”

           “You could leave with me right now.”

           “I can't . Our boss said I had to stay till closing today.”

           Made sense. Abby was pro at getting out of work and our boss hated her for it. I was the opposite where I stunk at making excuses and usually ended up working my tail end off. So, of course, the girl in charge loved me.

           “Well,” I shrugged, “you'll have to find a ride home from one of the haunters,” it sounded like I was abandoning her, but we'd both done it multiple times before, so I knew it wouldn't scar her for life.

           “Maggie please,” she grabbed my arm as if her life were on the line, “you have to stay.”

           What was wrong with this picture? “Abby, chill, there's only two more hours till closing. You'll be fine.”

           “What's the drama?”

           We both turned to see a hideous clown take off his head to reveal Kyle Morgan, but we both already knew it was him.

           “Abby is freaking out because I'm leaving and now she doesn't have a ride home,” I explained.

           She looked at me like some dummy who had just spilled the beans.

           “I can give you a ride home,” Kyle automatically volunteered.

           Now she looked panicked and I suddenly caught on to why she was so persistent on me staying.

           “If that's all right with you,” he quickly added.

           “I...uh...” I think this was the first time I had ever seen Abby without and excuse, “sure.”

           “Great,” Kyle smiled at both of us and then put his head back on, “I'll come get you at closing. See ya, Maggie.”

           She waited till he was gone before she blew up, “Now look what you've done!” she said it as if I had just ruined her life.

           I rolled my eyes and grabbed my purse, “See you tomorrow Abby.”

           “If he tries to kiss me, you better hope we aren't working the same booth tomorrow.”

           “I think your being a little mellow dramatic,” I laughed.

           “Goodbye Maggie,” she waved me off like some pesky fly. I just laughed and walked out of the booth.

           I didn't understand why she was so worried. I thought Kyle was kind of cute, but I guess Abby had always been a little awkward around him. Probably because he was friends with her Ex.

           I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. Even the cute boys Abby didn't even like were bowing at her feet, whereas I was lucky if I even got one decent boy to consider me as anything more then a friend.