This is a little story I wrote when I got really bored. It has nothing to do with Pokemon, but I thought I'd share it anyway (I really hope that's not against the rules or anything =\). Well, here it goes:
The Little Town of Fotslingham
Once upon a time in there was a man named Ed Davis. This story is not about him. It's just that there was one once upon a time, so I thought I'd mention it. Anyway, there was also a town called Fotslingham. In the town of Fotslingham, everyone was polite to one another. They all cleaned up after themselves and no one left any messes yet to be cleaned up. It was a beautiful town in which the denizens would plant roses that grew up the sides of their houses. Some of the denizens even planted roses up the sides of other people’s houses just to be nice, as they always were, and always enjoyed being. There were colorful toadstools everywhere, on which the estatic denizens could sit on. The houses were all colored brilliant shades of pink, yellow, or some other color that would make even the saddest passer-bier cheer up a bit. The grass was all freshly mowed and usually stayed that way. No one had ever gone a day without being showered with love by their parents or friends. Come to think of it, no one had ever gone a day without being showered with love by complete strangers that also happened to live in the happy town of Fotslingham. In short, everyone was happy.
This story is about a little girl of only seven. The little girl’s name was Mary-Beth. She was a pretty little girl who was dressed like every other little girl in Fotslingham: she had a pink, fluffy dress with a large, pink bow tied neatly in her hair. Her hair was fixed into neat, little blond curls and she looked just like the Little Miss Muffet from story books. The only difference between her and Little Miss Muffet is that the person who created this particular character was intelligent enough to give her a real name like Mary-Beth.
The only thing that was different about Mary-Beth was that she had no friends. This was extremely rare in Fotslingham, as everyone was nice to everyone else and no one felt at all left out. Mary-Beth was simply different. She was a sweet little girl, and there was no reason she shouldn't have any friends. It seems that she just didn't want to make any, but I don't know that for sure.
One beautiful day, which is not saying much at all about anything, as every day was beautiful in Fotslingham, Mary-Beth went out in search of a friend. This was perfectly unlike her because she normally was happy with the no friends she had. Anyway, Mary-Beth ran off and started searching in the beautiful forest of Fotslingham. Just like the town, the forest was friendly. It was full of colorful flowers and friendly bunnies which could charm anyone. There were no snakes, wildcats, or wolfs in the forest of Fotslingham; only bunnies, small birds, butterflies, deer, flowers, and beautiful trees with flowers growing up the sides of them. Mary-Beth decided to run through the forest in search of a friend.
As she was going, she came upon a white pony. She walked up close to the pony and found that its leg was trapped in a rose bush. It was struggling and whining in a pathetic high voice.
“Excuse me,” said Mary-Beth in a little child-like voice.
“Please help me, little girl,” squeaked the pony.
Mary-Beth inspected the pony’s tangled leg. “I think I can fix this,” she said to herself. She bit the vine several times. Finally, the vine snapped, freeing the pony. The pony stood up and faced her.
“Thank you for freeing me, little girl.” said the pony.
“My name’s not ‘little girl.’” said Mary-Beth. “It’s Mary-Beth. What’s yours?”
The pony frowned. He had never been asked this question before. “My name is Fluffykins.” He said.
“Will you be my friend, Fluffykins?” said Mary-Beth in a cheerful voice.
Fluffykins frowned again. He had never been asked this before either. “Oh, of course I will.” Fluffykins said, a devious smile slowly forming on his friendly face.
Mary-Beth was overjoyed at the news, so she ran to show her new friend to all the overly happy denizens who lived back at Fotslingham.
~*~*~
About an hour later, Mary-Beth found that she was still wandering around the Fotslingham Forest. She stopped and scratched her head, “I know we went the wrong way,” she said. “We should have gone the other direction.”
Fluffykins looked around himself. “I think you might be right, Mary-Beth. What shall we do?”
“Well,” she said. “We’re going to have to turn around from here.”
Fluffykins nodded and they turned to go the way of which they came. They had not gone far when Mary-Beth got tired and they stopped to rest. She sat down on a log beside a bunny (who was unafraid of humans because there they were all peaceful in Fotslingham). Fluffykins stood on her other side and said nothing.
“I’m getting a bit hungry,” Mary-Beth said. “We need to eat soon.”
Fluffykins nodded in agreement, “I think you’re right.” He then ate her.
The end.
~Shadow~
The Little Town of Fotslingham
Once upon a time in there was a man named Ed Davis. This story is not about him. It's just that there was one once upon a time, so I thought I'd mention it. Anyway, there was also a town called Fotslingham. In the town of Fotslingham, everyone was polite to one another. They all cleaned up after themselves and no one left any messes yet to be cleaned up. It was a beautiful town in which the denizens would plant roses that grew up the sides of their houses. Some of the denizens even planted roses up the sides of other people’s houses just to be nice, as they always were, and always enjoyed being. There were colorful toadstools everywhere, on which the estatic denizens could sit on. The houses were all colored brilliant shades of pink, yellow, or some other color that would make even the saddest passer-bier cheer up a bit. The grass was all freshly mowed and usually stayed that way. No one had ever gone a day without being showered with love by their parents or friends. Come to think of it, no one had ever gone a day without being showered with love by complete strangers that also happened to live in the happy town of Fotslingham. In short, everyone was happy.
This story is about a little girl of only seven. The little girl’s name was Mary-Beth. She was a pretty little girl who was dressed like every other little girl in Fotslingham: she had a pink, fluffy dress with a large, pink bow tied neatly in her hair. Her hair was fixed into neat, little blond curls and she looked just like the Little Miss Muffet from story books. The only difference between her and Little Miss Muffet is that the person who created this particular character was intelligent enough to give her a real name like Mary-Beth.
The only thing that was different about Mary-Beth was that she had no friends. This was extremely rare in Fotslingham, as everyone was nice to everyone else and no one felt at all left out. Mary-Beth was simply different. She was a sweet little girl, and there was no reason she shouldn't have any friends. It seems that she just didn't want to make any, but I don't know that for sure.
One beautiful day, which is not saying much at all about anything, as every day was beautiful in Fotslingham, Mary-Beth went out in search of a friend. This was perfectly unlike her because she normally was happy with the no friends she had. Anyway, Mary-Beth ran off and started searching in the beautiful forest of Fotslingham. Just like the town, the forest was friendly. It was full of colorful flowers and friendly bunnies which could charm anyone. There were no snakes, wildcats, or wolfs in the forest of Fotslingham; only bunnies, small birds, butterflies, deer, flowers, and beautiful trees with flowers growing up the sides of them. Mary-Beth decided to run through the forest in search of a friend.
As she was going, she came upon a white pony. She walked up close to the pony and found that its leg was trapped in a rose bush. It was struggling and whining in a pathetic high voice.
“Excuse me,” said Mary-Beth in a little child-like voice.
“Please help me, little girl,” squeaked the pony.
Mary-Beth inspected the pony’s tangled leg. “I think I can fix this,” she said to herself. She bit the vine several times. Finally, the vine snapped, freeing the pony. The pony stood up and faced her.
“Thank you for freeing me, little girl.” said the pony.
“My name’s not ‘little girl.’” said Mary-Beth. “It’s Mary-Beth. What’s yours?”
The pony frowned. He had never been asked this question before. “My name is Fluffykins.” He said.
“Will you be my friend, Fluffykins?” said Mary-Beth in a cheerful voice.
Fluffykins frowned again. He had never been asked this before either. “Oh, of course I will.” Fluffykins said, a devious smile slowly forming on his friendly face.
Mary-Beth was overjoyed at the news, so she ran to show her new friend to all the overly happy denizens who lived back at Fotslingham.
~*~*~
About an hour later, Mary-Beth found that she was still wandering around the Fotslingham Forest. She stopped and scratched her head, “I know we went the wrong way,” she said. “We should have gone the other direction.”
Fluffykins looked around himself. “I think you might be right, Mary-Beth. What shall we do?”
“Well,” she said. “We’re going to have to turn around from here.”
Fluffykins nodded and they turned to go the way of which they came. They had not gone far when Mary-Beth got tired and they stopped to rest. She sat down on a log beside a bunny (who was unafraid of humans because there they were all peaceful in Fotslingham). Fluffykins stood on her other side and said nothing.
“I’m getting a bit hungry,” Mary-Beth said. “We need to eat soon.”
Fluffykins nodded in agreement, “I think you’re right.” He then ate her.
The end.
~Shadow~
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* post in the thread about the need for a fiction forum. (link in my sig)