Lily swept her beautiful glorious amazing golden locks off her face and continued to stare at the angel statue. She had mastered the art of blinking one eye at a time so she could watch it constantly. The wise man who lived in the village had told her that as long as something was looking at the angels, they couldn't hurt her.
Still, she figured, she couldn't sit in a tree all her life watching the statues. Curse that stupid big brother of hers! He had told her that there was a whole box of hair ribbons up here hidden by some rich girl. And boy, could Lily do with some hair ribbons for those beautiful glorious amazing locks of hers.
After a while, she decided it was time to climb down from the tree. There were now two of them, their arms outstretched, beneath her, their stone eyes wild and hungry.
She lowered herself from the tree limb and began to run as fast as she could towards the village- perhaps the wise man could help her. Backwards of course. She would have to keep staring at them.
"Stella. You were in my dream the other night. And everyone called you Princess." -Lauren2010
Gloria woke up with a start and proceeded to make her way out from under the haystack. "Dear me, I had a terrible dream," she said aloud to herself, which was something she did a lot. "There was this horrid sorceror-man, and he turned me into a prissy little bipedal... oh." She stood up and examined her own delicate hands, a disappointed look crossing her face. "Dear me, this is a problem."
Looking around, she realized that her haystack had inexplicably been moved into the center of the marketplace. Apparently a farmer had pushed it from his cart with a scream when he saw the enormous centipede curled up beneath it. The poor man had been intending to set the stack on fire, but then the llama pulling his cart had choked so he had to leave.
Gloria looked around curiously. She hadn't been in a human habitation before. The odd thatched buildings, the cobbled roads... Perhaps they aren't as silly as I thought previously.
That was when a sack of what might have been potatoes caught her eye. Gloria grinned. Maybe she could use the delightfully starchy tubers to lure some unsuspecting human into her clutches. People usually were rather tasty after all.
She sat next to the sack and waited, fiddling absently with her new glossy brown hair. Hopefully this wouldn't take too long.
"Indeed the safest road to Hell is the gradual one-- the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts." --The Screwtape Letters by C. S. Lewis
The guard shuddered as he passed by Sage's cell. The blond played his lute cheerfully in his dark mossy cell, too cheerfully. Where did he get the lute, anyway?
"Hello, Mark!" Sage stopped playing, but he continued to lie down on the stack of hay.
The guard stopped dead in his tracks, his hair raised. How did he know? The boy didn't even look at him as he passed.
"I can tell by your footsteps. I've been around so often. In and out like a storm, I think you thought."
Mark blanched. Why wouldn't the creep just poof himself out of jail already? He could do so if he wanted; Mark just knew it.
"To answer your question, I don't want to. It's nice here. There's a roof, a comfortable bed...Okay, maybe not. Later, when I'm bored." Sage picked up his lute and played again.
Mark shook his head and continued to walk on. The other prisoners huddled into the corners of their cells, desperately seeking warmth. Their tattered clothes marked them distinctively as long time residents and made Sage's bright garments stand out. The noble shouldn't even be here; his fiefdom was about to revolt at the king's treatment of their lord.
Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound above them. Mark looked at the ceiling. Bits of it fell down, and one particular prisoner screamed.
"EARTHQUAKE!" yelled the madman.
Then, the rumbling moved away slowly.
"Mark, what was that?"
Mass Exodus, thought Mark.
"I want to hear you answer me," demanded the teen. He sounded irritated. "It's rude to force me to read your mind for an answer."
The prisoner in the cell beside Sage's whimpered. "Don't hurt me."
"Mass Exodus," squeaked Mark.
"Hm? Who's that?" Sage ambled up to the cold steel bars keeping him inside his cell.
"Someone looking for Booboo or something like that, I think," mumbled Mark.
"Louder." Sage stuck his head out of his cell, clearly interested.
"A crazy woman trying to be a hero," Mark said in a weak voice.
"Heavy, isn't she? Caused an earthquake."
"Perhaps."
Suddenly, Sage was walking past the guard and up the stairs. The duke bowed to the rest of the prisoners, whose chains rattled as they made their way to the bars in front of their cells.
Cries of protests filled Mark's ears. The other prisoners pointed accusing fingers at Sage, who was well on his way out.
"We're under the town center so she should be somewhere in the residential area of the village now," calculated Sage. His eyes shone bright. What a wondrous hero, to be causing earthquakes just by walking. Just then, as he passed through the guards' quarters, Sage saw a sword inlaid with jewelry. He picked it up and it fell to the floor.
It had to have weighed 30 pounds. Nevertheless, he dragged it out with him. The other guard snored, asleep, with a big jug of beer in his hand.
Soon, he'd find this Mass Exodus girl. Soon.
"The moral of this story, is that if I cause a stranger to choke to death for my amusement, what do you think I’ll do to you if you don’t tell me who ordered you to kill Colosimo?“
Chunks of dirt fell as the ground shook. Rerun shook her head as she went up the hole, muttering all the while.
"Dusty, why do you think the ground's shaking?" She looked at the dust ball perched on her shoulder.
"I know, I know, that's why I'm going up, Dusty. I'm taking a look outside, not getting some fresh air." Rerun hated fresh air. It was too clean, smelled too fresh. She peaked out of the hole, expecting to see commotion outside. But everything was normal, save for a few fallen trees and an unnatural amount of fruits on the ground. An apple rolled her way and she picked it up and bit it. She was just about to go back down when she heard shrieks coming from the town.
"It's Mass Exodus! Run!"
"My baby! My baby!"
"Take cover! Grab all the food you can and head for sturdy ground!"
Mass Exodus? Who, or what, is that? Rerun wondered. Moments later, the shaking stop, and Rerun headed back down her hole. She sat down her dirt chair in her living room and ate the rest of her apple, all the while wondering who, or what, Mass Exodus is..
Name: The One
Age: Who knows?
Gender: Who cares?
Species: Tin Can
Location (now): With Boobo. It is her/his most prized possession.
Personality: Full of himself. He seems to think because he can talk he has been chosen by the goddess of light to destroy Megatron and take over the known world. Whatever that is.
History: He has no clue, so he made it up. He was once a bold knight who died after slaying his 10 millionth dragon of death. But he was so awesome he killed Death and came back with his soul in a tin can. Now he will take over the world in revenge for this horrific form his is in. The truth is he's just a can who can talk.
Goal: To open a line of hair care products. But he can't do that until he kills Megatron and takes over the world.
Other: He's really, really annoying, but Boobo loves him.
If you're learning from your mistakes, you shouldn't be making the same ones again.
I was sat in the comfortable smell land mass the Ms Exodus called her stomach. For days i had been floating around on a particularly tough peice of ham. Now,m however, it was beginning to dissolve.
I need to get out of here, i thought saolemnly. But how can i get out without being digested. Then it hit.
Well more bumped into my ham raft. Scissor, i thought happily scooping them up and separating them into twin blades. Now all i have to do is aggravate her stomach. I took the blades and began prodding wildly. A few moments later i was ejected at great force from exodus' mouth, ending up in a large puddle of sick.
"I'm free!" I shouted happily, perfoming a perfect backflip/somersault combo.
I have looked into the eye of the storm and stared it down. I am an adrenaline junky and i know no fear.
"Hey, you! C'mere!" The threatening voice of the Evil Overlord of Omegle was echoing in the palace – and to the kitchen, where a scrawny girl wearing a halfling-patterned apron and a tacky beige hat was sucking her finger. She was supposed to be cooking, but all she had got done so far was hurting her hand after touching the hot frying pan. The girl startled at the call, wiped her hands in the apron, and skittered through the seven halls toward the voice. Along the way, she tripped twice and ran into an armour once.
The clumsiness quota of the day was only starting to fill.
Panting, she reached the room where the Overlord was sitting – The Throne Room.
Wow, teehee, he sure doesn't look happy, thought the girl in passing.
"You!" said the Overlord.
"Terakulova, Master." said Terakulova, for that was her name.
"Yeah, yeah, w'eva," said the Overlord. "You're not supposed to ruin the dramatical mood, anyway. Let us try again." The Overlord inhaled deeply. "You!"
"Yes, Master?"
"(That's better.) Where's my food?"
"Eh..." How was she supposed to tell him she hadn't got anything done yet? Maybe she could say she had eaten it? Yes, yes, a brilliant idea. Terakulova wanted to pat herself in the back for such a work of a genius. Before she could say anything, though, someone ran in.
"Master!" said the someone. Terakulova recognized her; she worked in an another kitchen in the palace.
"Yes, Jill?" said the Overlord.
"I... I... I mean, someone else... did something wrong in the kitchen, and... and..."
Megatron – I mean, the Overlord – rolled his eyes. "Chyeah?"
The girl looked rather anxious. "They... they burnt the sausages that were supposed to be for dinner." She hanged her head.
The Overlord crossed his arms. "I am not impressed."
"I know, I know, I'm so sorry," said Jill. "But thankfully we still have another kitchen and its food supplies."
Terakulova looked up. "...I'll just go and... decorate the servings. Master, Jill." She nodded and skittered through the seven halls again. This time she didn't run into an armour, but she did hit her toe into a random dancing dog in the fourth hall.
It was nothing new, though.
"Your jokes are scarier than your earrings." -Twit
"14. Pretend like you would want him even if he wasn't a prince. (Yeah, right.)" -How to Make a Guy Like You - Disney Princess Style
Gloria looked up with some surprise when a girl approximately the size of a young hippo vomited up a strange looking man. He was wielding an enormous pair of scissors.
She smiled charmingly (her stomach churned a little at the mere thought of how insipid she must look) and waved at them both. "Good morrow, my fine travelers! Who might you be?"
The man struck a dashing pose. "I am Cypher, the glorious Scissor Knight."
The large girl blinked at her. "Well, my name's Exodus, except now they call me Mass Exodus on account of the wise man, but he's more flat than wise now..."
Gloria nodded as though whatever these strange primates were saying made some semblance of sense. "Might I interest either of you in a starchy tuber?" She pulled one of the potatoes out of Mass Exodus's abandoned sack. "I've heard that you humans... I mean, they really are quite lovely." She took a bite out of one and tried not to retch. "Mm, wonderful..."
"Hang on." Mass Exodus's brow furrowed in thought. "Didn't I have a sack of potatoes at some point? It looked an awful lot like that."
"What an odd coincidence," replied Gloria with another polite smile. "But really, I insist that you both come try one of these, ah, potatoes."
"Indeed the safest road to Hell is the gradual one-- the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts." --The Screwtape Letters by C. S. Lewis
"A potato! I can't even bare to look at those things. Do you know how many of those i saw floating around in her stomache?" I yelled pointing at Mass Exodus. "And anyway i'm a Scissor Knight. I was raised on a diet of raw iron followed by three cartridges of buckshot administered at close range straight down my neck."
The three women (Because there is no way Exodus counts as one) gave me an odd look.
"Don't you look at me like that! I'll slice you into ribbons and use you to wipe my bottom!" I shouted crazily. "Sorry the fumes in her stomache made me a little crazy. Now Ms Exodus i want a word with you. You ate me you crazy woman. I was always nice to you and you ate me!!"
I have looked into the eye of the storm and stared it down. I am an adrenaline junky and i know no fear.
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