Post by silent.lullaby on Dec 12, 2009 15:00:55 GMT -5
Theme: The Holidays
Words that must be in the story:Blue, Sanctum, Wishing, Changed, Lame
Sentence that must be in the story:"Oh him? Uh.. too much egg nog."
The water was an icy blue as they sailed along. She looked back at him, the pirate that had stolen her heart. The book I was reading was snatched away. "Hey!" I shouted standing and reaching for it as my neighbour, who's family always spend Christmas with ours, held it away from me before reading aloud.
"'Milady! You have stolen this mans hardened heart, sailed the seas fearlessly with me crew'" the Captain swept the beauty off her feet and headed to his private room." I jumped and ripped it from his grasp.
"Seriously Jeremy, screw off."
"Whats with the smut reading?"
"Shut it!" I whispered harshly, but I suppose I was wishing for too much.
"And pirates, that's your fantasy? Stinky, scurvy infested pirates?"
"It's not a fantasy," I responded blushing, "it's just a book I was reading, could you drop it?"
I turned away from him walking toward my room to escape him and the embarrassment. My room, my private sanctum. I could feel the heat leaving my face and felt relieved, I threw in a book mark and placed it in my desk for later. I could hear my mother calling me, which felt far too soon.
I sat next to Jeremy, not because I wanted to, but rather because I was seventeen and still had to sit at the kids table with my younger cousins, and Jeremy and his sister Sarah. Somethings never changed.
Jeremy moved his food around on his plate, making images out of his mashed potatoes after he'd finished off his turkey. "Is that a horse?" I asked mockingly.
"No, horses are lame, this is a centaur."
"A centaur?"
"You know, half man half horse?"
"I know what a centaur is!"
"Then why did you say it with a underlying questioning tone?"
"Well because it seems a little strange to be making fantasy creatures with potatoes." I got distracted from telling him how stupid he is when I seen my dad get up and start the Karaoke machine. "Oh God."
My father started singing and dancing to an old song, completely out of tune. Jeremy snickered, "he always like this?"
"Oh him? Uh... too much egg nog."
"Spiked egg nog," Jeremy corrected with a grin.
"I hate you so much right now."
He gave me a tight hug, "Merry Christmas." I couldn't help but smile... just a little.
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Sentence that must be in the story:
The water was an icy blue as they sailed along. She looked back at him, the pirate that had stolen her heart. The book I was reading was snatched away. "Hey!" I shouted standing and reaching for it as my neighbour, who's family always spend Christmas with ours, held it away from me before reading aloud.
"'Milady! You have stolen this mans hardened heart, sailed the seas fearlessly with me crew'" the Captain swept the beauty off her feet and headed to his private room." I jumped and ripped it from his grasp.
"Seriously Jeremy, screw off."
"Whats with the smut reading?"
"Shut it!" I whispered harshly, but I suppose I was wishing for too much.
"And pirates, that's your fantasy? Stinky, scurvy infested pirates?"
"It's not a fantasy," I responded blushing, "it's just a book I was reading, could you drop it?"
I turned away from him walking toward my room to escape him and the embarrassment. My room, my private sanctum. I could feel the heat leaving my face and felt relieved, I threw in a book mark and placed it in my desk for later. I could hear my mother calling me, which felt far too soon.
I sat next to Jeremy, not because I wanted to, but rather because I was seventeen and still had to sit at the kids table with my younger cousins, and Jeremy and his sister Sarah. Somethings never changed.
Jeremy moved his food around on his plate, making images out of his mashed potatoes after he'd finished off his turkey. "Is that a horse?" I asked mockingly.
"No, horses are lame, this is a centaur."
"A centaur?"
"You know, half man half horse?"
"I know what a centaur is!"
"Then why did you say it with a underlying questioning tone?"
"Well because it seems a little strange to be making fantasy creatures with potatoes." I got distracted from telling him how stupid he is when I seen my dad get up and start the Karaoke machine. "Oh God."
My father started singing and dancing to an old song, completely out of tune. Jeremy snickered, "he always like this?"
"Oh him? Uh... too much egg nog."
"Spiked egg nog," Jeremy corrected with a grin.
"I hate you so much right now."
He gave me a tight hug, "Merry Christmas." I couldn't help but smile... just a little.