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      Maggie walked alone, down a brick path. It was cold, and raining, she had forgotten her coat. Even though her mother reminded her at least 3 times to take it with her. She could see the empty town out in front of her, and the mountains to the side of her. It would take her another 10 minutes to get home, and she was already shivering, and about to sneeze. She saw a small house out in the distance, just across the bridge. She decided she would go to it, and beg to stay for a bit until the rain let up. She walked at a fast pace, she crossed the bridge, and made it to the house in 2 minutes flat.
     She slowly approached the house, and gently knocked on the door. She could here a rustling, and then the door flew open. "Who are you, what do you want." Said a slightly grouchy older woman. "I'm sorry to bother you mam, I mean no harm." She said. "I was walking home from school, and it started to rain. I forgot my coat, and was hoping I could stay here for a minute til the rain lets up." She pleaded. The old woman looked at her sternly. "I don't want any trouble, so get inside and lets get you dry." She said. Maggie entered the house and looked around. It was slightly dusty, and the top shelves, and cupboards looked even worse. Like the old lady hadn't been able to reach up there in ages. Maggie looked down to eye level, she saw a cat approach her, and bent down to pet it. It seemed nice, until it hissed at her and nibbled her hand. "Ouch!" Maggie shrieked.
 
     The old lady walked in with hot tea, and a blanket. She handed the blanked to Maggie, and started to pour the tea, "I have a granddaughter your age, you know." She said. "Hmm, that's interesting." Maggie said, she had no interest in people her own age. The older lady went on about her granddaughter, and about five minutes later Maggie knew everything about this girl. Her name was Anne, she was 15, and she hated cucumbers. The older lady finally stopped, and said "Oh how rude of me, I haven't told you my name." She spoke softly. "I'm Marilyn, and you are?" She asked. "Oh, I'm Maggie, Nice to meet you Marilyn." She replied. A few minutes passed in silence.

  "Well it sounds like the rain is letting up, thank you Marilyn for letting me stay for a bit." Maggie said. "Oh sure, here let me grab you an umbrella." Marilyn said, retrieving  a bright blue and green polka dot umbrella, then handing it to Maggie. "Oh, and by the way Maggie, I would really enjoy your company again." the older woman said. "Maybe you could meet my granddaughter sometime also." She said with a smirk.

(To be Continued, eventually)

Happy and Mysterious

Happy and mysterious,
They go on, to the world of the unknown.
Their smiles are captivating,
and their thoughts are a secret.
Their eyes tell a story,
of the non forgotten past.
They venture on, not knowing whats next.
But they have each other,
And thats all anyone could ever need.

Story starter 1.

       Emilia walked into the house with a vague look on her face. She had, had a very long day,
and the last thing she wanted to do was deal with her family. She found them quite annoying, but then again she was an angsty teenager. "Ugh!" She said as her body flew onto her bed. She looked up at the ceiling and thought of the many other places she could be in the short moment.  "I could be in Africa, riding an elephant." She said with a smirk. But she knew in her heart that she would never get a chance to do anything that extraordinary. Right then her little brother walked in. "Emilia, can I borrow your soccer ball?" He asked,with a pleading look on his face. "No!" Emilia said with a crease in her brow. "But Emilia!" He pleaded. "I said no Michael, now go away you pest." She said pushing him towards the door.

Zombie by moonlight

Zombie by moonlight.

Death, decay, corpses, and bones.

Now you’re in the mood,

 To take a trip to the grave yard.

It’s a stormy night, but the big, lushes,

White moon is out.

You try to escape from the noises in your presence.

But they get louder, and louder,

You turn around to find a zombie,

You are startled,

But you great him with a pleasant handshake.

“Hello sir, pleased to meet you.”

But you soon discover he wants to eat you,

He nibbles at your hand.

So you flee the premises,

And have nightmares for the rest of your existence.

Don't Worry Child

Don’t worry child.

You watch as the sun starts to fade,

 To the other half of the earth.

The reds and oranges captivate your attention.

You enter a graveyard,

 With the hopes of something exciting.

A ghost, maybe a zombie,

You’d be happy with just a bone.

You walk around to discover something new,

And you suddenly trip on something.

You look down, hoping for it to be a zombie,

Grabbing your foot, or a bone sticking out of the ground.

But sadly, it’s just a tree root,

You go home disappointed,

But don’t worry, a zombie followed you home.

Take A Walk

Take a walk

You get exhausted from the boredom,

You decide to go out, and take a walk.

At first your mind fools you, and you see nothing.

Then you close your eyes and re-open them,

It’s like a new world, in front of your eyes.

Stars falling from the skies, aliens walking down the street,

Your little brother is flying.

Your teacher is now a green blob.

But then the sky turns black, and night approaches,

You fear the night time creatures,

So you run home, and hide, until you’re 31.

So much for imagination…

Broken Plate

Broken Plate.

You’re sitting upon a shelf, collecting dust.

Lonely and forgotten,

You’re a Christmas plate,

They normally give Santa cookies from upon you.

You, on your shelf, start to ponder.

You rock back, and forth,

Hoping to open the cabinet a slight bit.

Maybe they’ll see the cabinet open slightly,

And open it, remembering that I am here.

But sadly, in your excitement,

Your rock too much…

And now you are bits and pieces upon the floor.