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"Just Dessert" by Sam

"Under the Rug" by Meghan

"Archie Smith, Boy Wonder" by Brianna

"Timmy Smith, Boy Wonder" by Sam

"Under the Rug" by Sam

"The Harp"  by Meghan

"The Harp" by The White Raven

"Just Dessert" by Sam

     “Tom, come help me load up the cookies on a plate!  Sarah, come help and put the rest of the frosting on the cake.  And Tiny (who was the biggest and fattest dog on earth) get off of the frying pan!” 

     That day was the Corten’s busiest day of the whole year. 

     “Christmas.”  Finally everything settles down and the Corten’s are so tired they go up to their rooms for the night, but after a few hours Siccoly (otherwise known as the mom) sneaks downstairs past the couch, past the fat dog and reaches under the secret door under the window and pulls out the pumpkin, sets it on the table and gets out a butcher knife.  She then slowly walks to the table, but then it lit up and she lowered the knife and it grew even brighter until it leapt out with teeth the size of golf balls and she slashed back at it with the knife.  Then up the stairs the family heard a shrill shriek and they ran downstairs  only to find the apron and mysteriously a wand?  After that no one knew who or what she was.  Was she a women, or was she a witch?!?!

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"Christmas Tree" by Meghan

     Life was great.  For ten years now, I’d been growing.  My servants would feed me whenever I felt the least bit hungry or thirsty, and they kept me so trimmed that I knew I was the most fabulous looking specimen for miles around.  This fact was made even more poignant by people coming and gazing at me, saying things like, “Woah there, what a beaut!”  or “In a few years time, this little-un will be perfect!”

     Then came my tenth year.

     That year, my servants took extra good care of me, spraying me down with all kinds of exotic perfumes that made me almost glow with health.  Just before thanksgiving, they gave me one final trim, making sure not one bit of me was out of place.  One of the servants even had tear filled eyes as he beheld my beautiful self.  Or so I thought.

     Thanksgiving Day dawned.  Strangers began passing by.  A few of them stopped and looked me over, uttering the usual exclamations of delight, but then their praises turned to curses as they saw the red earring my servants had placed on me a few days before. The people then stalked off, and I began to wonder what it was about my beautiful jewelry that angered these strangers so.  I tried to get a better look at it, but the wind kept pulling it away from me.  Shrugging, I settled in once again to be admired.

     Two short but glorious days later, I began to think that my jewelry really wasn’t jewelry at all, but some cruel scheme of a jealous servant to keep me from pure glory.  But on this day, before the line of strangers began to pass me by, a tall, dark and frightening man stepped up to me and looked me over with a jaded stare.

     “It’ll do.” He said to my head servant. 

     It’ll do?! I fumed to myself, not believing that someone could be so blind.  The mean (and blind) man then took a tool of torture off of his shoulder and began to trim away at my toenails.  When he finished the usual trim, he kept going.

     “HELP!” I cried, shaking in fear and fury as my servants stood by ignoring my cries.

     The blind, cruel man lifted me over his shoulders and proceeded to half drag, half carry me away from my padded home.

     “It might be pretty, but it’s heavier than it looks!” he said.  It was then that I realized he wasn’t completely blind…he did call me pretty after all.

     Then my awful, disloyal and terrible servants sold me to the near-blind man.  ME!  The most beautiful creature for miles around sold to a barbaric, nearly-blind brute!  They even smiled as he threw me unceremoniously into the back of his pickup truck and drove off.

     When we arrived at the ignoramus’ home, he promptly placed me in a bucket of frigid water (which made my toe stub ache) and began putting all kinds of frilly lace and decorations on me.  I tried to resist, stubbornly dropping all of the ornaments he placed on me, but in the end, resistance was futile.  Then the children came in.

     “Look at the beautiful Christmas Tree!” they exclaimed, dancing around me in delight as they gazed at my beauty.  Then I thought to myself,

     “Maybe this hovel isn’t so bad after all.”

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"Under the Rug" by Meghan

     Mr. Cramer was just an ordinary librarian, sitting at home by himself on a chilly new year’s eve.  The wind outside was blustering, making the old house sigh and moan.  A particularly strong gust forced some snow in thought the crack in the window.  Mr. Cramer felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickle as the icy blast brushed against him.

     Reluctantly he set aside his book, The Encyclopedia of all Things Magical to go force more rags into the crack to keep out the chill.  As he forced the first scrap in, he heard a strange ripping sound coming from behind him.  He looked around the room, but everything seemed in order.  The fire was burning merrily in the grate; the sparse, thread-bare furniture was still in it’s place.

     As Mr. Cramer turned back to his window, something moved just on the farthest reaches of his vision.  He focused in, and breathlessly waited for what seemed like an eternity.  There, coming towards him was a bump in the rug.  Mr. Cramer rubbed his eyes then looked again just to be sure.  But there it was, inching its way towards him.  It moved jerkily, and with each jerk there was a slight ripping sound.  Mr. Cramer stood frozen to the spot, his frail hands clutching his bathrobe as if it were his lifeline. 

     As the thing crept nearer, Mr. Cramer sidestepped around it, trying to keep out of the thing’s path.  The bump paused, then made a few little jerks in each direction, paused, and started jerking it’s way towards Mr. Cramer once again.  Mr. Cramer, being of both sound mind and full of knowledge, (if his many framed college diplomas were of any account) panicked.

     Throwing his arms up in the air, he ran screaming into the bedroom where he collapsed onto his bed and burrowed into the covers.  Shortly, he heard the little ripping sounds, signaling the bump’s approach.  Then a horrid thought struck Mr. Cramer. What if the thing climbed his bedposts and rooted its way under the covers?!  With a screech, he practically flew out of his bed and into the bathroom, where he locked the door.  Had he not been so panicked, he would have smiled at the old tile floor.  The thing couldn’t burrow under tile…or could it?

     Clutching the plunger, he stared, eyes wild, at the crack under the bathroom door, ready to strike.

     Morning found him slumped in the bathtub, cradling the plunger and snoring. 

     Daylight diffused the nighttime fears, and Mr. Cramer went to work believing that he had experienced nothing more than a nightmare. 

     Two weeks passed, then it happened again.  Once more, Mr. Cramer fled to his bathroom and barricaded himself in the bathtub. 

     The next morning, he called an exterminator, claiming he had a rat infestation.  The exterminator came and found no sign of rats or any other vermin.  Mr. Cramer was still charged the full price.  Unsettled, he paid the man and went back to work.

     Two weeks later it happened again. 

     This time, Mr. Cramer was not going to retreat.  He grabbed his fillet knife, cut open a seam in the carpet, then stood, facing his adversary, chair raised above his head. 

     The bump paused before the slit, as if weighing its options.  Sweat dripped down Mr. Cramer’s wide forehead and into his eyes, but he refused to blink lest the thing emerge while his eyes were closed.

     Finally, the bump stepped out from under the rug.

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"Just Dessert" by Brianna

There once was a handsome prince that was turned into a hideous beast by a witch when he refused to be hospitable and invite her into his home…

You’ve probably heard this beginning right?  It’s the beginning of Beauty and the Beast.  Well, the Grimm brothers got the story all wrong.  You see, there was a witch and she did cast a spell on a prince, but he wasn’t turned into a beast, he was turned into a gorilla/lion hybrid.  It was the witch’s idea of a joke because he was known for his intelligence and his bravery so she gave him a body to match both of those traits.

            Also, remember Beauty the younger sister who wanted a rose?  She didn’t ask for a rose, she asked for a pumpkin, a perfect pumpkin, freshly picked, so she could make a pumpkin pie.

            Continuing,  when her father picked the rose he was actually picking a rather small pumpkin, the beast was an avid lover of pumpkins for some reason.

            Her father also didn’t go home and try to send his daughter to the beast, the beast actually had a servant who had telekinetic powers.  And they went the pumpkin to her house placing it exactly in the center of the dining room table with a note that said: “love daddy.”

            When Beauty saw it she decided he had come when they were all asleep and was now taking a walk or something.

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"Archie Smith, Boy Wonder" by Brianna

            Hello, my name is Archie Smith.  I am the oldest kid in a family of 7 kids.  I am the sort of plain kid who is always forgotten by my family and classmates, I had nearly no friends, but you did not pick up my book to hear me complain about my life, you decided to read this manuscript because you wanted to hear about my adventure. 

             Here it is.

            I had been eating a breakfast of cereal and milk (my mom forgot to make 7 pancakes) when my sister (the second oldest) came downstairs and dropped her MP3 player then said,

            “Hey, kid, why’d you break my IPOD?”

            “What?” was all I could say.

            “You heard me, you knocked it out of my hand!”

            My mom looked up suddenly and using her mom radar she found my sister (whose name is Jemima by the way) and asked in the loudest mom voice possible,

            “Jimmy, why’d you break your sister’s IPOD?”

            “I didn’t…” I tried to explain,, but she interrupted me and said, 

            “You have to replace it.”  She then turned around to finish washing dishes.

            I got up, poured out what was left of my cereal, all the while muttering, “My name is Archie not Jimmy.”  Then I left for school.

            At school, it was still the same old thing, nobody picked on me, but nobody tried to make friends with me either.  None of my teachers called on me.  And finally I maintained a steady B, not B+ or B-, average.

            But that night, after I was tucked away in bed, I woke up to the sound of a tiny voice asking “Is he the one?” 

            “Yes! Yes!” the other answered joyfully. “He must be!”

            I opened my eyes just a crack, feigning sleep and I saw two glowing orbs.  I looked over at the two brothers I shared a room with; they were still sleeping soundly.

            The orbs then began to twist and morph until they shifted into two humanoid creatures with long emerald robes and light green skin.  They blinked a couple of times as if they didn’t know what to do with their big black eyes. 

            “He must be the one!” said the shorter of the two who had the same tiny voice as the orb.

To be continued…

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            ‘One sunny day in the cruise liner “Mystery” it was a perfect day on board for everyone except for Captain Morris and the crew.  Everything was happening like normal in the Bermuda.  The compass was out, the lights were dark but there was a weird reading coming from the middle of the course.  It was like a magnetic field.  The closer they got the less control they had over the ship. 

            “This is odd,” Morris said. “I hope it is going to be ok, because we’re picking up speed and heading straight for it.”

            So then everybody went to bed, but a crew member to watch the deck but he fell asleep too.  Suddenly, everybody woke up hearing a wrrrrzop wrrrrr sap bong.  Then when everybody got on deck they realized they had just exited a portal and were in Venice.  They were about ten feet away from the water canals.  Even with the mighty engines in reverse, the cruise liner was pulled farther and farther into the canal until the ship flipped, throwing everybody off board, knocking over buildings on the ship killing everybody on board and destroying Venice’s main residential area.

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"Timmy Smith, Boy Wonder" by Sam

            One day some people were thinking “maybe we should sell our kids.”  (because they were going bankrupt)  They were very evil and they singled out one of the kids to sell.  Timmy! 

            So that night they put an add on the internet saying “kid for sale.” 

            Lots of people are like “you’re nuts!”

            Then somebody typed “I’ll buy for 20 Grand.” 

            The parents were excited.  Then they went to bed anxious.

            About two hours later a “weeeeeyyyyy” sound was heard in Timmy’s room.  They ran down the hall, opened the door just in time to see the life being sucked out of Timmy by bright little orbs.

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"Under the Rug" by Sam

            “Honey, I’ve done everything to keep it out!”

            “Phew! I’m glad it’s over, now lets go to the beach for two weeks.” 

            “Ok”  a little while later…

            “Honey, I’m so glad we made it! Now catch!” it was a football.

            “Ok, now you want to play it rough?  Bring it on!” 

            They played everything from football to hockey to baseball.  Finally they went to bed. 

            “This is nice, dear.  Good night.” 

            The night was long for Bob and Stella.  When they woke up supposedly the next day, Stella looked at the electric calendar.  She was shocked to see that two weeks had passed AND it happened again.  She looked just in time to see a cannibalized gremlin sneak under the rug.

            “BOBBBBB!!!”  she screamed. “They’re here again!  Get the chair and kill it!”  Bob, half dazed from sleeping so long, ran over  and raised the only chair in the room above his head, ready to smash the gremlin before it bit his other foot off.

To be continued…

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"The Harp"  by Meghan

            Ian McGregor had heard the tales for years.  His grandpap had been telling them to him ever since he could remember.  But now, Ian was in the sixth grade, and way too old for such tales.  A harp, sitting alone by a stream deep in Scotland, played by the last of the mermaids?  I mean, c’mon, those stories were for babies, along with Santa clause, the Easter bunny, and the tooth fairy.  Weren’t they?

            Certainly Ian thought they were, until his grand pap took the entire family on a trip to his family’s land in Scotland. 

            The plane ride was a nightmare, with Ian’s baby sister bawling at the top of her lunges the entire seven hour flight.

            But as soon as they breathed the Scottish air, Ian felt himself rejuvenated, strengthened even.  Nothing was impossible now!  He jumped off of the tarmac into the airport and felt like he was flying.  His little sister quieted some, but still fussed to those around her. 

            The long car ride was full of wondrous new sights and smells, and Ian got so excited that he wore himself out.  By the time they reached the little vacation cottage, he was barely able to walk straight.  All sight seeing was postponed until the ‘morrow.

            A bright ray of sunshine woke Ian.  It had managed to worm its way through the curtains and land on the tip of his nose.  Ian groaned, and for a moment wished that he was back in America where he could sleep in properly on a Saturday morning.

            Then he remembered where he was.  He threw off his bedcovers and ran to the window. The light was so intense once he threw open the curtains that it took him a moment for his eyes to adjust.  But when they did, what a sight met them!

            Stretched out in font of the cottage was a beautiful Scottish valley, glistening with the morning dew.  A fog, so frequently shrouding the countryside thereabouts was skulking away, the sun nipping at its heels.  Ian felt like flying.  He raced downstairs as quickly and quietly as he could, slipped on his jacket and rushed outside to explore. 

            Every nook and cranny held new wonders, and before he knew it, the sun was high overhead and he was miles away from anywhere.  Panic momentarily seized him, and he spun around frantically searching for the small stone cottage his family was staying in.

            Just as he had made up his mind in which direction it should be, he heard a wonderful sound.  It was bells, and flutes, and violins all mixed together and…and a harp…yes, it was a harp!  Forgetting his search for the cottage, he plunged toward the sound.  In his haste, he wasn’t very quiet, and only caught the tiniest bit of an opalescent tail as it darted into the stream, leaving the harp behind, its strings still humming softly.

            “So it is true.” He thought “it’s really true!”

            He carefully made his way across the stream, jumping from rock to rock.  Kneeling down next to the harp, he gazed at its intricate gold filigree, and the jewels embedded in its golden frame.  After a moment, he reached out and plucked a string. 

            With a scream of rage, the mermaid rushed up out of the water and pulled the harp out of his reach.

            “HOW DARE YOU!!!” she cried angrily, her voice both beautiful and deadly.

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"The Harp" by The White Raven

One day a girl named Jennie was walking through the woods along a sparkling river.  She didn’t care where she was going, as long as she could have time to herself to think things through.  Jennie had a lot on her mind. Things such as her father and mother telling her she was adopted just a month ago.  And then telling her that they were getting a divorce! 

As she walked along a thin stone walkway (which she had no idea was even under her feet!) she heard the gargling of the water get a little louder but did not mind this.  What really got her attention was the faint strumming so beautiful she could never focus on anything else!  In fact, she walked right into a tree.  But the good news was that Jennie was walking south and ran into the moss. However, this moss was not any ordinary green moss.  This moss was sparkling and had a silver tint to the green color.  As Jennie was staring at the moss wondering, “what the crazy world,” the music began to play again except this time it was louder and sad and seemed to come around from everywhere!  But Jennie found herself being pulled to a lovely waterfall leading into a beautiful sparkling pond to the East. 

Jennie then saw a lovely golden harp with elegant rose carvings and she could see and hear the string being played.  But then, about one second after the sun peeped behind a cloud she could just make out the outline of what looked like a woman sitting next to the harp listening carefully and seemed to be concentrating on something.  But before more details came into view or even more colors, the sun came back out and the woman quickly faded away!

                “My eyes must be playing tricks on me, for I thought that I had seen a woman sitting there.”  Jennie said aloud.

                “Your mind is not playing tricks on you my dear child.  You have seen me,” said a voice as melodious as the harp. 

                “If I saw you then, why can’t I see you now?” she said.

                “Because I am not visible when the sun is out.  And I know you’re going to ask so I’ll just answer.  I am no ordinary woman.  I am a goddess, and one of the last!” said the voice.

                “So it’s true?” Jennie thought, “It’s really true what my grandmother said!”

                “Yes!” said the voice. This startled Jennie, she didn’t know that goddesses could read minds. “I found my nail file! I found my nail file!” said the voice.  Jennie then realized that apparently she, the voice, could not really read minds.

                Then, in the way back of her mind a strange even more beautiful voice said,

                “HELP! Please help!” in a crying voice.  Jennie gasped and looked around but all she saw was the harp, the very peaceful waterfall and pond, and different trees.  And could vaguely see the outline of the woman and realized it was getting darker!  She looked at her watch which read 7:00 p.m. 

                “Ohh Noo!” she exclaimed, forgetting the voice that cried help.  The woman then looked and had what Jennie assumed to be a startled look.

                “What is the matter dear child? Why must you cry?” the woman said as she was slowly coming into focus. Now Jennie was able to make out the color of her hair which happened to be a shimmering raven black and Jennie noticed that she was going into the water when Jennie cried and had stopped.

                “My mom’s gonna kill me!” Jennie said in an ecstatic tone, “I told her I’d be home by 4:30 p.m. at the laterst!  IO’m in soo much troub—“ all of a sudden Jennie fell into a trance.  She couldn’t think.  She felt as if she was a totally new person with no problems at all.  She seemed to forget where she was to be going and why.  All she wanted to do was join the woman, or goddess, who was no in clear vision, in her swim when she heard a voice inside, deep inside, her mind.  It said,

                “NO! It’s a trap!  If you jump in she’ll drown you! Don’t jump!”

                “How can or could she do that? I thought she was a goddess!” Jennie thought, half in trance, half not. “She’s not a goddess! She’s a god/goddess hunter.  She’ll kill you! And then she won’t need me to help her lure any goddess that are earthly bond and kill me! So don’t jump or I’ll, in the after life, kill you again, bring you back, torture you, and eventually kill you again! You understand! Now SNAP OUT OF IT!!!”

                Not Jennie was completely out of her trance.  She looked at the woman swimming toward her.  Jennie then caught the look in the woman’s eyes. They were very bright, flame red!  This really freaked Jennie out.  But she still didn’t’ understand.

                “Why does she want to kill me?  I’m not a goddess.  Even if I was why would she want to kill gods and goddesses?” Jennie Thought.

                “Yes, you are a goddess!  As of why she kiss gods and goddesses, I have no idea!” said the voice.  Jennie noticed that the harp played every time the voice spoke.

                “That’s because I’m trapped in the harp! I swear if you do not start running Tanressia’s gonna pull you underwater, and I’ll kick your rear end in the afterlife! Now run my sister, Jennie RUN!” said the voice.  And before Jennie had time to react to the voice calling her sister, she was flying down through the woods as fast as she could.  She got to the silvery moss tree and she could hear the woman, obviously named Tanriessa, running behind. She was 20 feet behind her.

                “Okay,” the voice said, “She’s catching up fast, so say these words, La Luna Tuwa.” So Jennie said the words and no longer was standing in front of the silvery moss tree, but instead behind the only oak tree of the house.  Luckily it was two feet away from the door.

                “Okay sister-“ the voice was then cut off by Jennie’s saying (or thinking)

                “How are you my sister?!”

                “I am your sister by mother and goddess of the 5^th heaven, at least up until she died defending that heaven in the Great War of the 15 heavens, Asiacca.  Now, can I finish my sentence?  Okay, sister, I know you’re gonna get into trouble.  So I want you to say this when you see your adoptive mother: Ani Calmjon Sy.  That should make her a lot less mad!  But don’t take this for granted. You can only use this in specific times like when we’re late home because of magical terms or you’re almost killed and other reasons!”

                After the voice, who is apparently her sister, was done giving her a lecture of how to use it an d how not, Jennie walked in and instantly her mother was on her case!

                “What were you thinking?!  You’re three hours late! What were you do-“ her mom was cut off by Jennie’s words

“Ani Calmyon Sy.” Then the expression changed on her mother’s plain face.  It wasn’t happy, but it wasn’t mad either.

                “Hum! I feel less angry. No, I must be mean, I have to!” Jennies Mother mumbled.

                “Say it again!” said Jennie’s sister inside her head.

                “Ani Calmyon Sy!” Jennie said while her mom was planning her punishment.  Then her mom said,

                “Oh! Dear daughter, you must be hungry.  I’ll heat up your dinner.”

                “Wow, it worked!” Jennie exclaimed.  She then followed her mother into the kitchen and the aroma of tuna casserole- Jennie’s favorite food- came into her nose.  She inhaled.  “Wow, mom’s not mad at all sis.  Because if she was, my dinner would have been leftover cabbage soup from the dinner at Aunt Sonya’s house! YUK!”  Jennie mumbled. She sat down at the table.  Her mother set a good sized plate of tuna casserole in front of Jennie and said,

                “There’s more where that came from!”

                Afterwards, she went up to her room to go to sleep.  When she got to her room she stopped in front of the door, afraid to go in.  For she had heard that same melodious sad music she heard while coming close to the pond.

                “Oh no.” Jennie whispered. “I hope that that Tanriessa hasn’t found out where I live!” But she knew, if it was Tanriessa then she would be ready to attack anyone who walked in.  That would mean her mother! But if it wasn’t that evil woman than who or what was it?  The tension was too strong for her.  She had to find out.  She turned her painted gold brass handle with her sweaty hands and was so scared she almost ran out of the house screaming and never came back.  But she hung on!  She started to open the door and ……

She turned her painted gold, brass handlw with sweaty hands and was soo scared she almost ran out of the house and never came back.  But she hunb on!  She started to open the door and umped to the ready.  To her surprise, the only thing she found in her dark room was her sister, who was imprisoned inside the harp.

                “About time!  I on’t have long!” came the familiar melodious voice inside Jennie’s head.

                “How did you get here?” the question popped out of Jennie’s mouth.

                “Even trapped in something, gods and goddesses can still transport!”

                “Then why didn’t you transport away from Tanressia?” Jennie was very curious.

                “Because after she trapped me in the…thing, I have these specific bonds to her making it so I can only go so far.  Turst me, I would if I could.  Oh, I don’t think I stated my name, have I?  It’s Tokeena.  But that’s my goddess name.  My motral name is Kayla.”

                “Well, what is my goddess name?”

                “Uhm … let em think. Oh!  It’s Ashona!”

                “Ashona.” Jennie tried it out and instantly connected to it.

                “Ok. Now I need you to transport back to the pond and..” started Tokeena.

                “NO!  I will never go back!” yelled Jennie at the golden harp.

                “Hold up!  Dop you want to leave the rest of our family down there?  The only way we can get out of these instruments is to all be in one room and released by a free god or goddess of the same blood!  Please!  You have to help me!  You have to help all of us! Not just me, but five brothers and three sisters! I am begging you!  We have been trapped in these wretched instruments for years! PLEASE!” she cried. It was too overwhelming for Jennie/Asho0ne to have her sister crying in her mind.

                “FINE. What must I do?”

                “Oh thank you!!!  What you should do is transport back to the pond. No need to worry, Tanerresia is asleep from trying to catch you, her home is deeper in the woods.  She keeps all of her victims in a small cave right under the waterfall!”

                “Why can’t they transport themselves here?  You did.”

                “The cave doesn’t allow anything to transport out.  I was left by the pond.”

                “Do you remember the words?”

                “I think they are La Luna Tuwa!” and instantly Jennie was back at the silverfish moss tree. 

She then walked toward the gargling water.  She quickly took a quick glance around to b safe.  Then she walked up to the waterfall.

                “Grunch!” went a few twigs behind Jennie, just two feet away behind a tree.

                “Wh…Who is it?  Tokeena, I need help! Tokeena!” Jennie was so scared her mind was whirling like a 10 foot wide whirlpool.  She had no idea what to do.  She needed help desperately.  She tried so hard  to get Tokeena to answer but got now reply.

                “The thing then started to walk toward her.  Jennie was shaking hard.  Every instinct told her to either run away screaming or skip the screaming and just run but her muscles didn’t even try to move.  She was frozen!  The thing, shich now looked more like a man, came even closer.

                “Tokeena!!” Jennie yelled out and suddenly the man was right in front of her.  She held her breath waiting for him to do something.  He then grabbed her waist and held a knife against her neck and said,

                “come! Any hesitations and I will kill you.”

                Jennie obeyed.  She had no idea what was going to happen.  The man led her to a huge tree with a small door.  Using his other hand, he opened the door and shoved Jennie through.  He then, before Jennie could even blink, slammed the door shut.

                “Tanressa will be here shortly to “take care” of you!” The horrible man said.  Jennie cried quietly to herself.  And again, could not get Tokeena to anser.  It was dark and cold and cramped.  All Jennie could do was wait, until she heard a very small voice say,

                “Hey, you up there!  I can help you!  But we’ll need to be extra quiet!”  Jennie looked, or peered down and saw an adorable mouse. 

                “Hi!” he said when she looked down.

                “How?” Jennie asked.

To see how Jennie gets out and find out why Tiokeena never answered Jennie’s ‘Calls,’
you’ll have to wait until the next chapter of The Harp.

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