Showing posts with label short story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label short story. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

The Girl With Immaculate Hair


THE GIRL WITH IMMACULATE HAIR



It was just before dawn, when immaculate and forlorn, Beth stood by and asked me to tangle her top.

Now this is terribly formed and messily drawn, but the story continues, I said `what?`








She said `My hair isn`t a mess, and it`s causing me stress` her knees landed on the bed- KER-PLOP!

Well, before the thought reached my head, I had leapt out of bed, both feet hit the floor KER-THUD!

`C`mon` said my mouth and we raced through the house, in the dark because it was just before dawn…

Well, we tripped on the rag which was an old rug we once had, and slid on the floor KER-OUCH! Because the wall stopped our slide!

And as the sun rose outside, we could see where we were and where we had been. We could see our beds where we`d slept, and the hallway we`d not crept, and there from the floor where we`d fallen, not a rug/rag

but your messy bag! KER-YAY!

Well this bag was very unusual and obviously so, it had two black shoes with two rainbow stockinged legs, silver and gold shapes on the side and a sturdy zipper on top. KER-WEIRD!


Well, just in the `nick of time`, whatever that means, we emptied the bag all over the floor.

You let out a scream at the things you`d just seen, with my ears on my fingers I said `KER-WHAT?!`



A spider? A mouse? A Hippolotomouth?

You smiled and said `No silly! It`s my STAR!`

Now, if you donot know, because you never have known, the star is a book for your dreams, if you write them all down and read of them often they can become much more real than they seem.

Well, with a pen Beth begun as she had done on pages 7 5 3 and 2; her wish for less than immaculate hair, and as her teeth bit the pen, an idea with such wit formed again, she wrote the first word

KER-UREKA!

On page 9 she divined that in the bag she would find, some spirally springs made of metal.

Would this have been different if her name wasn`t Beth, but maybe Hansell or Gretal?

And, as naturally you would do, as I once did it too, I wondered what 7 5 3 2 said.



Well, on page 7 she`d written as a matter of fact, that she needed some SPARKLY CLIPS.



On page 5 the word CONUMDRUM (which is a problem to be undone), and after that A FULL FIST OF STARS…



On page 3 she had FRESH, then, FLOWERS and then, ANICHA (meaning renewed all the time).



And on page 2 was the first thing, and hardly a `WOW!` thing, she had wrote just simply, A COMB.



Well, I returned with the springs and she re-read what she`d writ, in the order that she first wrote them down.



A COMB, FRESH, FLOWERS, ANICHA, A FULL FIST OF STARS, AND CONUMDRUM (with a line through it, meaning problem solved), EUREKA! (which in the Greek language means `a very good idea`), which obviously the spirally springs were.

Now I`m sure that you can guess, we managed to make quite a mess, of young Beth`s immaculate hair!


So we successfully stayed where we sat and we played and we laughed, until we got hungry and went and made breakfast.



THE END/BEGINNING

Sunday, January 10, 2010

The Boy Who Almost Smiled

Timothy awoke facing the wall.
It was Blue, Sky Blue, with silver/white stars painted all over it.


He almost smiled, then changed his mind.
He Rolled onto his back and looked at his feet on the ceiling; well, not his feet really, but his footprints.
Dad had dipped his feet into Purple paint, Violet, and held him upside-down whilst he walked all over the ceiling.


He almost smiled, then changed his mind.
Timothy saw Red, Blood Red, moving around the body hanging behind his bedroom door!!!
He and Dad had made a model man with a working heart pump which pumped blood all around it.


He almost smiled then changed his mind.
He looked under the bed at the monsters and grabbed them, they were monstrous!
Well, they were bright Orange (not Terracotta), with big white claws attached.
His slippers looked like they belonged to an Orange monster, they made his feet look a lot bigger than they really were.
Timothy climbed back onto the bed and jumped up and down a couple of times then leaped right off of it onto the floor.


He almost smiled, then changed his mind.
Timothy ran over to the other side of the room and pressed his nose up against the glass, two Huge Eyes looked back at his.
He blinked once, he blinked twice, but the eyes just stared back at him.
Jackson, his pet Goldfish (who was actually Yellow), didn`t blink back.
Dad had said that he didn't have eyelids to blink with, he didn`t need them in the water.
He gave Jackson a little bit of food, and watched him swim up to eat it.
"No blinking?" he thought, how funny.


Timothy almost smiled, then changed his mind.
He looked out his window and then down at the sill, looked down at the pot there, and then, closer still.
With both of his eyes guess what colour he`d seen?
Well, a tiny tiny stalk with tiny tiny leaves, he was growing a plant and it`s colour was Green!! 

This was the first time he`d seen it, this was just great, Dad had said, "plant a seed, water it and wait".
He ran past Jackson and winked (who didn`t wink back), kicked off his Orange monsters, tripped, slid and fell on his back; he saw the man all red pumping blood 
from the floor on his door; on the ceiling his footprints, liked pressed Violet mud; the Blue star-studded walls he`d first spied when he awoke
then it happened, his face it then broke!
As he lay on the floor and thought of the Green,

he almost smiled
then changed his mind,
instead he just BEAMED!