TWISTED FABLES, and then some...

Dear Readers,

 I have decided, that I will, transfer all my stories to another blog, titled
TWISTED FABLES, and then some...

I hope this doesn't inconvenience you in any form, but it's just a little bit easier for me.

  But do not fret!!! I'll still post the stories on this blog, but TWISTED FABLES, and then some... Will be strictly stories.
In fact, i'll put the link below, to make sure everything goes as planed.

http://twistedfablesats.blogspot.com/

This new blog will be coming up October 30,2015 , so don't miss it!

     Thanks for reading!!!
       ~Toodles :{ )

Honesty By Hannah Walker

Honesty By Hannah Walker

    Once upon a time in a land, far, far away, there was an Woodman, He made an honest income steadily chopping wood and during one blazing, golden, summer afternoon, he was doing just, that. He was chopping to such a steady rhythm, he didn’t realize that he was sweating profusely, and before he could stop it, his axe flew from his grip, into the river! He squealed in horror as his prized axe plunged down into the blue unknown. As he descended to his knees to weep eternally for his prized possession; his only way to earn income, he heard a glorious buzzing coming towards him. As he turned to look, he fell to his knees once again; for, hovering above him was the messenger of the gods, Mercury.

      “Ahhhhh!” the Woodman screamed, tumbling backwards, because the Official Messenger of the gods didn’t usually make house calls. “Oh, stand up, you coward!” he irritably bellowed. “I have lots of wishes to grant, so don’t think you get any special treatment.” He sighed “Let me guess, you found a magical golden lamp and you have a flea ridden monkey. Well sorry, I don’t do the genie thing anymore.” The Woodman was obviously puzzled but told the messenger,   “I-I- I lost my-my axe in the river!” The Woodman quaked. “Oh, that truly is awful isn’t it? Much better than poofing up a dress for some dye blonde, how can I help?” Mercury impatiently consoled. “Uh, I thought you-you could find it?” The Woodman stammered.  “Well than, let’s start!” he briskly appealed. And with that, he suddenly dived into the deep blue.

     He was up in a matter of seconds, with a glorious golden axe.  “AHA!!” he loudly sang. “I have found it Mr. I Dream of a Jeanie!”  But, being honest from ever since he could remember, he gloomily countered, “You are mistaken, for that is not my axe, but of much greater value.”   The bronze messenger  rolled his eyes and mumbled something like, “ungrateful little...“   and before The Woodsman could retaliate, he was under again.  This time, when the planet returned, he was carrying a silver axe. “This has to be it!”  He hopefully shrieked, but the Woodsman only shook his head. Mercury, without a look at the mortal, lunged into the river, muttering something like “He must be crazy…” 

 And this final time, when he arrived, he was carrying the Woodman’s old, prized axe. “Oh! That is my axe!” He joyfully cried!  Mercury, eagerly pleased, energetically screamed, “Yes Yes YES!! You did it!!” The Woodman formally cheerful, was now, very, very confused. “I, what?”  He carefully asked, remembering the time when his mother told him, “Crazy people can’t control their emotions, slowly back away and turned to run for his life, when Mercury pulled him back to the river. “Finally!” He gratefully exhaled “I’ve been looking for someone as honest as you since, well, the kid with the monkey!”  Seeing that the Woodman was clearly still confused he raised the two axes the Woodman refused, and gave them to the startled peasant.  “A gift, for the most honest person I’ve met in a long while.” Mercury explained. And before anything more could be uttered, he was gone.  

    Later that day, the same woodman was bragging about it in a bar, when the bartender decided to try the same tactic, for she was low on cash.  So, she lugged an ancient, rusty axe down to the waterway and, as soon as she threw the instrument into the river, the mythical fire ball appeared.  “I have lost my axe!”  She deceitfully cried, and sadly pointed to the river. And as before, the planet threw himself into the river and came up with a golden axe. “Yes! That is it!” the deceitful bartender joyfully jested.  But the planet could see through the lie and replied, “You have tried to cheat the gods out of a precious gift and for that, you will get neither of the axes. And with that, Mercury zoomed away, leaving two different people the same lesson, Honesty is the best policy.

Eagles and Jackdaws

Eagles and Jackdaws By Hannah Walker

Once upon a time, a very long time ago, when eagles and shepherds didn’t get along, a vastly graceful eagle, who had something in its beak, plunged down from the heights of Rysy[1] to a small field below, seized an innocent petite lamb, and carried it away. Meanwhile a Jackdaw, who was also in the field and curiously examining the spectacular feat, felt suddenly envious.

 Curiously, the Jackdaw noiselessly landed on a Ram and tried to carry it away, imitating the Eagle, but to his avail, he didn’t even rouse the ram. Trying and trying again but never succeeding. In-fact; he only dangled his claws into the wool. Regrettably stuck, and realizing his horrid mistake, the Jackdaw cried mournfully.  

Fortunately, someone else was in the field, a Shepard, who previously was sleeping on the job, was awakened by the cry of the Jackdaw. Startled, he scanned the field only to find the humorous sight. Slightly chuckling, He caught the bird, clipped its wings: paralyzing it forever, and brought it home to show off his family. Now realizing the horrific mistake he had made, the Jackdaw mourned his lost ability to fly and forever became the Shepard’s prize. And When anybody asked how he caught the creature the Shepard answered, “He pridefully believed that he was an eagle, and tried to carry away one of my rams, But I’m sure he will now recall,” gesturing to the clipped wings, “The horrid repercussions, and that he is in fact, a jackdaw.”

You need not compare, for fear you might lose what you have. Do not wish to be another bird, if it is graced with gifts, for you will ‘lose your wings’.

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[1] Rysy (Slovak: Rysy, Polish pronunciation: [ˈrɨsɨ]; German: Meeraugspitze, Hungarian: Tengerszem-csúcs) is a mountain in the crest of the High Tatras, lying on the border between Poland and Slovakia. Rysy has three peaks: the middle at 2,503 m (8,212 ft); the north-western at 2,499 m (8,199 ft); and the south-eastern at 2,473 m (8,114 ft). The north-western peak is the highest point of Poland; the other two peaks are on the Slovak side of the border, in the Prešov Region.

Kindness By Hannah Walker

Kindness By Hannah Walker

    Once Upon a Time, a ghastly serpent succeeded in surprising an innocent eagle and wrapping around the neck of the bird. Unfortunately the Eagle couldn’t reach the back of his neck, which also means, he couldn’t reach the corrupt Serpent with his beak, or claws. The Eagle even soared into the sky to try to shake off the unscrupulous creature. But that horrific Serpent only held on tighter, so the woefully overcome Eagle dropped to earth gasping for air.

    Meanwhile a Countryman, who was mindlessly day-dreaming, caught sight of the bizarre scene. In pity for the unfair fight, he rushed to the damaged bird, and removed the vile creature from the Eagle’s neck. The Eagle was absolutely delighted, the Serpent, however, was enraged. He tried to find a chance to bite the heroic Countryman but couldn’t, so he struck his drinking horn while the Countryman wasn’t looking, thus contaminating the horn with deadly venom.

     The Countryman, seeing that his work was done, departed home. But he became rather thirsty, filled his horn with water from the clear stream, and was about to swallow when he heard a breathtaking call from above. Bewilderment acquired the Countryman and he lowered his horn slightly; and witnessed the Eagle lunge down and seized the deadly horn from his startled grip. The Eagle swiftly bolted away to distribute the horn elsewhere, somewhere, where no one would ever find it.

Never underestimate an act of Kindness, for it is almost always repaid.

New Book List and Reviews!!!

• The Hunger Games-Suzanne Collins
• Divergent-Veronica Roth
• The Uglies -Devin Grayson, Scott Westerfeld, and Steven Cummings
• The Fault in Our Stars-John Green
• Under the Never Sky-Veronica Rossi
• Shatter Me-Tahereh Mafi
• The Selection-Kiera Cass
• Legend-Marie Lu
• A ring of endless light-Madeleine L'Engle
• Paper Towns-John Green
• The Mortal Instruments-Cassandra Clare
• A Series of Unfortunate Events- Lemony Snicket
• Dust Land Chronicles-Moira Young 
• Leviathan- Scott Westerfeld
• The Maze Runner-James Dashner
• The Infernal Devices-Cassandra Clare
• Twilight-Stephenie Meyer
• I am Malala- Malala Yousafzai
• Gone-Michael Grant
• Looking For Alaska-John Green
• The Lightning Thief- Rick Riordan
• The Book Thief-Markus Zusak
• If I Stay-Gayle Forman
• Graceling- Kristen Cashore 
• Battle Royale-Koushun Takami
• Running out of Time-Margaret Peterson Haddix
• Life as we knew it-Susan Beth Peffer
• An Abundance of Katherines- John Green
• Eleanor & Park- Rainbow Rowell
• Me and Earl and the Dying Girl-Jesse Andrew
• Reawakened-Colleen Houck
• Dorothy Must Die-Danielle Paige
• The Daughter of Smoke and Bone-Laini Taylor

Graceling: Absolutely Loved it!! It's about a futuristic world where some humans have evolved and have superpowers, and they are called the Graced. 

Battle Royale: I already did a summary on that. Check it out below!

Running out of Time: This might be one of my favorites, it's a book about a girl who thinks she lives in the 1800s but later finds out that she lives in the 90s

Life as we Knew it: It's about a world where, once a asteroid crashes into the moon, it moves closed to earth, causing volcanoes and tsunamis.

An Abundance of Katherines:Well, it's a John Green book so I laughed and cried. Not much more to it.

Eleanor and Park: LOVED IT!!!

Me and Earl and the Dying Girl: Perfect! I can't wait to see the movie!!

Reawakened: Once an Egyptian Prince wakes up after 1000 years to find his brothers, he needs help from a girl. Stuff like that's hard, even for a New Yorker.

Dorothy Must Die: What would happen if OZ wasn't a dream? If Dorothy went BACK to Oz? Was named Princess of the whole country? If the power went to her head? If she's trying to steal all the magic there? And the only way to stop her is to get ANOTHER girl from Kansas?

Thanks for reading!!!

~Toodles :)

Why Change?

              

Why Change?

    Susan the crow was contentedly flying on the north side of the C.A.R. (Central African Republic) kingdom. She made her way over the gloriously beautiful garden which belonged to the king. “Oh what a joyfully glorious morning!” assumed Susan in a state of revere. Abruptly torn from her thoughts she discovered vibrant colors dancing through the king’s garden. “Peacocks!” chortled Susan.

 She flew over the garden every week, but she never saw anything like this! “Maybe I can pretend to be one of those birds and join the party!” jubilantly exclaimed Susan. Hopelessly she quickly glanced over her shoulder only to examine that her feathers would never make the cut. The peacocks would detect that she was not one of their kind.

She suddenly received the notion of pasting old peacock feathers to her plain rear feathers. Susan thought this was a sharply thought out plan. Unfortunately she didn't see that it was a hilariously dumb idea.

     Gleefully she swooped down to the palace garden and started to retrieve as many shed feathers as her miniscule wings could carry. ”Oh, I am so clever!” dreamily snickered Susan. She then sloppily slapped on the stolen feathers. Any other birds looking at her would think she was cray-cray.

   Nonchalantly she strutted into the garden wearing her stolen feathers. At once the music stopped and all the peacocks gawked at her, rudely stared and some even impolitely shouted very hurtful names. Such as (and I quote) “Imposter!” and “Go back home!”  They speedily crowded around the frightened crow and pecked at her. 

All the stolen feathers and quite a few real feathers were successfully ripped off. Susan rapidly burst out of the circle, flew away, and was never heard from again. MORAL, be you and don't change for anyone.

Uncle Odd

                 Uncle Odd By Hannah Walker

You know how everyone has that odd uncle that’s not really related to you, but comes every Thanksgiving? Well this story is dedicated to that odd Uncle Bob. Or Steve. Possibly Larry. Maybe even Donald! Okay so it all started when Alissa Shnorenborghy decided to have a huge Christmas shindig when it suddenly hit her! She gave everyone she knew an invitation except her 4^th Uncle 6 times removed!! She had hoped the blabber mouth of the family (who would like to remain anonymous) wouldn’t blab the party to Uncle Odd but to her dismay Blabber mouth did and sure enough, Oddy called and asked why his invitation wasn't received. She of course had to create a tiny white lie which went like this: “Um I… see….and then I…. because….she didn’t…the inva…..but…YOU'RE INVITED!!!!!”  She lied. Which by the way, her ceiling would regret her saying that. It turns out Her Odd Uncle loves high places, like ceilings and chandeliers.

She set up everything for an absolutely perfect Christmas party, when unexpectedly the doorbell rang LOUDLY! She frantically raced towards the door and peered out the peep hole. She was shocked to see her 4^th Uncle 6 times removed!! She was also baffled because her party wasn’t until another week!!  She nervously opened her door “Umm are you my uncle...” she guessed, but before she could finish He seized her hand and shook it wildly “Well howdy doo sweetie!!!!” he screamed “I haven’t seen you since you were knee high to a grasshopper!!”  Alissa was very surprised and let her jaw drop so low a fly buzzed in and out without her noticing!  While she was in shock mode Uncle Odd waltzed right by and rudely nagged “It’s rude to let your jaw drop peach!” She obeyed and shut her mouth, while thinking about how her Christmas party decorations where probably going to be ruined.

Uncle What’s-his-name mysteriously sauntered around her amazingly immaculate house and nonchalantly robbed her of stray pennies and dollars.  Unfortunately she didn’t notice this robbery until 5 days later. He made his way to her bedroom and pitched all of her valuables out a near-by window, and started replacing her stuff with his junk!!! Alissa was so bamboozled she froze right where she was standing! She sadly retreated to her massive library and read a book on patience. She studied and studied until her eyes popped out (not really)!!! Then fretfully an earsplitting noise jammed the room! Alissa lowered her book and looked horror-filled as her crazy uncle waved, sprang to her million dollar chandelier and swung back and forth, to and fro until he got sick and turned a very pale aqua marine color. Alissa sprang from her chair and sprinted to the nearest phone to call 911! The V.F.D.(Voluntary Fire Department)burst through her beige walls which as a result started a chain reaction that tore down her expensive library. The enforcements removed Uncle Weird from the premises and gave Alisa a check for all the damage and a restraining order to keep Uncle Quack-a –doodle away from her, her house, and anything that belonged to her at a 10 mile radius.   

                                                              THE END!!!