Wednesday, October 21, 2015

The Argonauts By Hannah Walker

Hey-o everybody!!!
 This is Hannah, with a brand new story!!! Hope you like-y :P

The Argonauts By Hannah Walker
Once upon a time, there was a highly macho, manly hero/sailor named Jase, but, he wasn’t alone, he had ten immensely enormous crewman, The Argonauts.  They sailed the seven seas and more, altogether, they were the most loyal groupies any macho man could ask for. Did whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted. These crewmen usually had free will over what direction they went. And Jase usually was below deck, sleeping or eating, never paying attention to what was above deck. But today was different, and the Argonauts could sense it. It all started when Bob was nervously swiping the poop deck-and doing an awful job- when Captain Jase peered out of the scuttle. Bob was the rookie on the ship, and was known to be rather jumpy, and to top it all off, had never seen the captain, only heard dreadful of him. And Jase was a sight today, he had spent the last two months under, so he was a sickly gray color. He yelped in surprise, and that turned the head of Ferb. Ferb was the head sailor, inspecting Bob’s work, and jumped back in surprise when Bob yelped. He slipped on Bob’s abandoned sponge, and went sailing in the direction of Jase. He landed on the captain, who was now enraged. “Everybody!!!” he roared, “Meeting in captain’s quarters now!!!”  Confused, they all followed him down.


“We are going to see Phineas!!” he finally declared. Ferb, who had just politely closed the door behind him, fell through it. “What!?” he screeched. “Yes, this is non-negotiable, we are sailing ASAP.” Jase lazily answered. “But…” He continued, “No!” Jase, suddenly agitated, hollered. “All of you leave.” So away they went, more perplexed than ever before. As you can imagine, they didn’t just arrive there right then, it took them about, six weeks before they got there. They sailed peacefully, no one fought, died, or complained. All went well on their voyage, but all was not well across the great Aegean sea, where elderly king Phineas dwelled. For three years before, the mighty king of gods Zeus, had blinded Phineas, and cursed him; with three Harpies.-harpies were a horrific mixture of ugly old women and falcons- to steal his food whenever he tried to eat. Whenever the helpless king tried to eat, they would swoop down and violently attack his food, He hadn’t eaten in up to three weeks, and he was starving.


So, when Jase, and the Argonauts arrived, they arrived prepared. They set traps. To everyone’s surprise, two of the Argonauts could fly, Ferb, and Bob. They were oddly the sons of the North Wind. They laid a feast for the starving king, and as planned for, the Harpies tried to swoop down and madly wolf down the dinner. But, the brother chased them away, far far away. So they could never attack the poor old man, every again. Extremely grateful, the king rewarded the Argonauts with his knowledge of the sea, and many ways to escape danger in even the most seemingly impossible situations.

You Never Know Who You Hire.

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Caleb

Bad News everybody, :(
 Caleb from Bratayley, died from heart failure on Saturday.  He was only 13.


We will miss you Caleb!!


Captive by Hannah Walker

Hey everypony!!! It's Tuesday!! And do you know what that means?
 Nothing in particular, but somewhere out there it's somebody's birthday!! In honor that person(s) special I have posted a story below that has nothing to do with birthdays!
 ~Enjoy!!

Captive by Hannah Walker
    Once Upon a Time, during a fierce war, an extremely unfortunate trumpeter happened to be at the wrong place and at the wrong time. Mind you, he didn’t carry out some diabolical plan; he didn’t even do anything wrong, but thanks to his immense history for ill-timing, don’t be surprised that the soldiers thought he was doing something suspicious.  In-fact, he was only looking for an appropriate mute, for his current one was starting to peel. Unsuccessfully the soldiers thought he was an enemy spy trumpeter, not a regular trumpeter, so they attempted to seize him after hollering a loud “For the King!!” 
  
The Trumpeter was immensely confused by the sudden outbreak of, ‘For the King!!’ And decided to run for his life, but was held back by the group of loyal-to-the-the-king soldiers. Shocked but terrified, he groveled for his life, pleadingly crying, “You see that I am unarmed, so let me be, for I was only looking for a mute!!!”

Dumbly Usurped, the soldiers gave him a perplexed stare, then the General smartly snapped back, “You may not be a fighter, but you are now part of this war.” Now it was the Trumpeter’s turn to be perplexed, as he made a questioning grunt, the General explained further. “You will not fight, but will tag along, as our own, official Trumpeter!”  Rudely smirking he added “As our Captive.”
Music can inspire. Good or Bad? Only Time can tell…

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

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 :{ )

Monday, September 28, 2015

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.

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

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’.




[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.

Monday, September 14, 2015

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.