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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Fairy Tales & Fantasy
- Subject: Other / Not Listed
- Published: 09/05/2012
Writer's Block
Born 1994, F, from Tooele, United StatesIt was a day like any other day. I sat in creative writing, equipped with my trusty pencil and a blank piece of paper, just waiting to be filled with creativity. Yet, my mind was as blank as the paper that lay in front of me. I was bored and my imagination was like a dehydrated sponge, thirsty for inspiration.
Suddenly, the wall crumbled into a pile of debris and a rainbow elephant with large, feathered wings stood before me. He wore a velvet top hat and a black waist-coat. Using his trunk, he tipped his hat to me. “Good day, chap. Fancy seeing you here. Would you care for a spot of tea?” My mouth hit the floor, literally. Was this really happening?
The elephant introduced himself as Henry. He sat beside my friend, Seb, squishing Alyssa between his buttocks. At that moment, Henry became my hero. Henry looked to Seb and tipped his hat. “Good day, chap. Fancy seeing you here. Would you care for a spot of tea?”
Seb gazed at Henry, wide-eyed. “Everyone else is seeing this too, right? It’s not just me?”
The entire class nodded, well except for Alyssa. She was screaming from beneath Henry. Henry looked around the room in confusion. “What is that horrid sound?”
Henry arose and stripped Alyssa from his butt like she was a piece of bubble gum stuck to his shoe. Henry began giggling endlessly. “Oh dear me, I didn’t see you there. Are you quite alright, dear?”
“I’m fine,” Alyssa mumbled, trying to smooth her frizzy hair.
Suddenly, the roof shattered into pieces and a pterodactyl descended into the destroyed classroom. “Thomas! Fancy seeing you here! Would you care for a spot of tea?”
Thomas grinned wildly, displaying a mouth full of emeralds and silver. Around his neck, he wore a long gold chain that was embedded with tiny gems. A large diamond shot glass hung from the chain and Thomas’ name was bedazzled across the glass in sapphires and rubies. Growing from his scalp was a large chestnut afro with a comb stuck in his tangled mess of curls. Thomas was a straight up gangsta.
“Henry! Wut up gangsta? Git Sheniquah back ova’ heeah.”
“Thomas, my dear friend, I cannot comprehend your ‘lingo’.”
“How don’t you dig me? Ya know what I’m sayin’?”
“I don’t understand, I’m afraid.”
“Awwww well. So wut going on, muh brotha?”
Staci nudged me in a fit full of giggles. “This is amazing!” I nodded in agreement. This WAS amazing!
“Werd up you!” Thomas swooped down and landed in front of Alyssa. “Wut wrong wif you face? Yous a ugly hood rat.”
“Excuse me? Don’t talk to me that way!”
“Ah’ll jive ta ya however ah wants. Ah’ll punch you, girl. Slap mah fro! Don’ mess wif Thomas. You bettah apologize. Ya dig?” Thomas then proceeded to slap his fro and flash his grill.
“Are you understanding a word he’s saying?” Ashley whispered to me.
I shook my head. “It’s like he’s speaking a different language.”
“Dear Thomas, calm down if you will. Maybe a spot of tea will tame your temper?”
“Ah don’ wants tea. Dat crap iz gross.”
“Thomas! Hold your tongue! Your language is too profane for the children’s innocent ears!”
“Ah don’ care ‘bout the chil’ns. Dey’re ugly.”
Henry shook his head. “Poor Thomas.”
Suddenly, a loud crash erupted in the hallway. A loud, high-pitched moan replaced the crash. It was a familiar sound, a sound that I recognized to be Michael Jackson. MJ peeked his head into the class and moaned again. “Dance,” He said in a low, demonic voice.
Suddenly, everyone began to jerk in every which way. Mr. Heiner’s face was horrified as he shimmied his hips and clapped his hands. The floor erupted into chasms as Henry stomped his feet and shook his booty.
“I think not!” Suddenly, the room was flooded with a bright light and miniature disco balls began to fly all around our heads. Lady Gaga landed on Mr. Heiner’s desk, clothed only in bubbles. “Stop,” She commanded. I felt my muscles relax and my body cease.
“Follow me,” Lady Gaga jumped off of Mr. Heiner’s desk, landing gracefully on her thirty-six inch heels. The class, Henry and Thomas followed her into the hallway, leaving MJ alone and denied.
Lady Gaga turned to us and grinned, her teeth sparkling diamonds. “It doesn’t matter if you love him or capital H-I-M. Just put your paws up ‘cause you were born this way, baby.”
“This is my jam!” Staci screamed and grabbed Lady Gaga’s hand, bursting into “Born This Way”. We all joined her, dancing down the hallways of our school. Lady Gaga’s magic flowed from her hands, engulfing us in sparkling glitter. Suddenly, we all morphed into Lady Gaga clones. Mr. Heiner supported a meat dress while Seb tried to balance in silver, spiked boots.
“My mama told me when I was young, we are all born superstars.” Staci sang, her lovely voice echoing throughout the hallways.
“She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on in the glass of her boudoir.” Mr. Heiner sang proudly and off-key.
“There’s nothing wrong with loving who you are." She said "cause He made you perfect, babe. So hold your head up girl and you’ll go far, listen to me when I say-“ Seb finished.
“I’m beautiful in my way cause God makes no mistakes. I’m on the right track baby I was born this way. Don’t hide yourself in regret just love yourself and you’re set. I’m on the right track baby I was born this way!” The entire class sang together as Henry and Thomas sang: “OOO there ain’t no other way baby I was born this way. Baby I was born this way (born this way). OOO there ain’t no other way. Baby, I was this way. Right track baby, I was born this way.”
MJ jumped in front of Lady Gaga and tried shoving her to the ground. “Oh no he didn’t!” Lady Gaga screamed. “Minions! Attack!”
Thomas and Henry lunged at MJ and grinded him into a bloody pulp. Lady Gaga clapped softly. “Cause baby you were born this way!” She cooed.
I looked at Staci and Staci looked at me. We shrugged and began to sing and dance again. And that’s what happens when I get bored and have writer’s block in creative writing!
Writer's Block(Nikki Risbeck)
It was a day like any other day. I sat in creative writing, equipped with my trusty pencil and a blank piece of paper, just waiting to be filled with creativity. Yet, my mind was as blank as the paper that lay in front of me. I was bored and my imagination was like a dehydrated sponge, thirsty for inspiration.
Suddenly, the wall crumbled into a pile of debris and a rainbow elephant with large, feathered wings stood before me. He wore a velvet top hat and a black waist-coat. Using his trunk, he tipped his hat to me. “Good day, chap. Fancy seeing you here. Would you care for a spot of tea?” My mouth hit the floor, literally. Was this really happening?
The elephant introduced himself as Henry. He sat beside my friend, Seb, squishing Alyssa between his buttocks. At that moment, Henry became my hero. Henry looked to Seb and tipped his hat. “Good day, chap. Fancy seeing you here. Would you care for a spot of tea?”
Seb gazed at Henry, wide-eyed. “Everyone else is seeing this too, right? It’s not just me?”
The entire class nodded, well except for Alyssa. She was screaming from beneath Henry. Henry looked around the room in confusion. “What is that horrid sound?”
Henry arose and stripped Alyssa from his butt like she was a piece of bubble gum stuck to his shoe. Henry began giggling endlessly. “Oh dear me, I didn’t see you there. Are you quite alright, dear?”
“I’m fine,” Alyssa mumbled, trying to smooth her frizzy hair.
Suddenly, the roof shattered into pieces and a pterodactyl descended into the destroyed classroom. “Thomas! Fancy seeing you here! Would you care for a spot of tea?”
Thomas grinned wildly, displaying a mouth full of emeralds and silver. Around his neck, he wore a long gold chain that was embedded with tiny gems. A large diamond shot glass hung from the chain and Thomas’ name was bedazzled across the glass in sapphires and rubies. Growing from his scalp was a large chestnut afro with a comb stuck in his tangled mess of curls. Thomas was a straight up gangsta.
“Henry! Wut up gangsta? Git Sheniquah back ova’ heeah.”
“Thomas, my dear friend, I cannot comprehend your ‘lingo’.”
“How don’t you dig me? Ya know what I’m sayin’?”
“I don’t understand, I’m afraid.”
“Awwww well. So wut going on, muh brotha?”
Staci nudged me in a fit full of giggles. “This is amazing!” I nodded in agreement. This WAS amazing!
“Werd up you!” Thomas swooped down and landed in front of Alyssa. “Wut wrong wif you face? Yous a ugly hood rat.”
“Excuse me? Don’t talk to me that way!”
“Ah’ll jive ta ya however ah wants. Ah’ll punch you, girl. Slap mah fro! Don’ mess wif Thomas. You bettah apologize. Ya dig?” Thomas then proceeded to slap his fro and flash his grill.
“Are you understanding a word he’s saying?” Ashley whispered to me.
I shook my head. “It’s like he’s speaking a different language.”
“Dear Thomas, calm down if you will. Maybe a spot of tea will tame your temper?”
“Ah don’ wants tea. Dat crap iz gross.”
“Thomas! Hold your tongue! Your language is too profane for the children’s innocent ears!”
“Ah don’ care ‘bout the chil’ns. Dey’re ugly.”
Henry shook his head. “Poor Thomas.”
Suddenly, a loud crash erupted in the hallway. A loud, high-pitched moan replaced the crash. It was a familiar sound, a sound that I recognized to be Michael Jackson. MJ peeked his head into the class and moaned again. “Dance,” He said in a low, demonic voice.
Suddenly, everyone began to jerk in every which way. Mr. Heiner’s face was horrified as he shimmied his hips and clapped his hands. The floor erupted into chasms as Henry stomped his feet and shook his booty.
“I think not!” Suddenly, the room was flooded with a bright light and miniature disco balls began to fly all around our heads. Lady Gaga landed on Mr. Heiner’s desk, clothed only in bubbles. “Stop,” She commanded. I felt my muscles relax and my body cease.
“Follow me,” Lady Gaga jumped off of Mr. Heiner’s desk, landing gracefully on her thirty-six inch heels. The class, Henry and Thomas followed her into the hallway, leaving MJ alone and denied.
Lady Gaga turned to us and grinned, her teeth sparkling diamonds. “It doesn’t matter if you love him or capital H-I-M. Just put your paws up ‘cause you were born this way, baby.”
“This is my jam!” Staci screamed and grabbed Lady Gaga’s hand, bursting into “Born This Way”. We all joined her, dancing down the hallways of our school. Lady Gaga’s magic flowed from her hands, engulfing us in sparkling glitter. Suddenly, we all morphed into Lady Gaga clones. Mr. Heiner supported a meat dress while Seb tried to balance in silver, spiked boots.
“My mama told me when I was young, we are all born superstars.” Staci sang, her lovely voice echoing throughout the hallways.
“She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on in the glass of her boudoir.” Mr. Heiner sang proudly and off-key.
“There’s nothing wrong with loving who you are." She said "cause He made you perfect, babe. So hold your head up girl and you’ll go far, listen to me when I say-“ Seb finished.
“I’m beautiful in my way cause God makes no mistakes. I’m on the right track baby I was born this way. Don’t hide yourself in regret just love yourself and you’re set. I’m on the right track baby I was born this way!” The entire class sang together as Henry and Thomas sang: “OOO there ain’t no other way baby I was born this way. Baby I was born this way (born this way). OOO there ain’t no other way. Baby, I was this way. Right track baby, I was born this way.”
MJ jumped in front of Lady Gaga and tried shoving her to the ground. “Oh no he didn’t!” Lady Gaga screamed. “Minions! Attack!”
Thomas and Henry lunged at MJ and grinded him into a bloody pulp. Lady Gaga clapped softly. “Cause baby you were born this way!” She cooed.
I looked at Staci and Staci looked at me. We shrugged and began to sing and dance again. And that’s what happens when I get bored and have writer’s block in creative writing!
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