Three

No dreams of him yet. Man, I’ll never see him again. Darron, the brother who thinks I am fragile, and his friend, Terrian, were spying on me. He’s a guy with yellow hair, except his hair is always dirty, so I can’t tell. He was staring at me, so I figured he thought I looked cool, standing on the bench in the middle of no where. Actually, I’m not even really that pretty. I have this really thick black hair up to my shoulders, and my parents won’t let me get highlights, even though all my friends have them. And the rest of me is regular. And Darron doesn’t look Chinese, as Ray and I do; he has nutty hair, and his eyes aren’t black brown. Maybe amber. Hey, I hope he’s adopted. Then his looks will make sense. Well, goodnight.

Two

So maybe this dream wasn’t good, without him, but now I think, do I really like him? Anyways, I have two older brothers, the oldest(Ray) being seventeen. He treats me like a, well, an annoying friend. And my other brother(Darron)is fifteen and treats me like a, I don’t know, a frozen delicate flower, don’t ask me why. I’m eleven, not one or eighty thousand. This dream I was skating, and then I wake up. Then I get sucked back to the dream, me trapped in a jar, and slowly fading away, then it’s 10 am. I wake up for real. Curious dream. More later!!
TO BE CONTINUED

One

I’ve always been a odd one, and introducing myself is not a good strong point. I am Celine Miranda, and I can’t pronounce my last name. I’m Chinese, but I live in Canada. Like I’ve said, I’m weird. Being weird includes wishing for awesome complicated half-nightmare dreams. And, I’ve had three, yep, three dreams that include this make-believe guy, who, I fall in love with. He likes me too, for your information. In dream one, two years ago, a famous singer(not real)my age then, which was nine, and it also had gross parts including a ingrown body part, which is quite sick. Dream two was two days ago, and was this 16 year old guy who I loved(we travel back in time-odd, eh?), and he wore glasses. Kind of like my cousin, except my cousin lives in Italy. And.  .  . Dream Three!! Last night. It was this guy who looked like a singer I liked, but also like a make believe guy. And when I went to the grocery shop(like, five seconds ago), I saw two cloud Cupids. Seriously. And I realized, I love a guy in my dream. Gonna go dream now!
TO BE CONTINUED

Failure stories are like really bad ideas turned worse. when you fix it. Like you add a story on top of it to fix it. So, here’s the fix:
Jadeeananania #1
“Princess, you must stop playing with that…..that….that, oh just drop the sceptre!”, snapped the rude maid. Princess Jadeeananania avoided Niminy’s searching eyes by dropping her book and running away the second Niminy set her eyes on the book…
Continued soon

Baab ie Leen was a a normal sized human with a normal sized life. She had a extremely large brain, which she hid in a secret compartment, with a key to it in a box with a key to that box in her calculator, which she had cleverly did something to it so that she clicked shift and typed in a code, the key would come out. She always kept the calculator on her desk. Baab also has a normal sized brain she always used. People didn’t really know her. She spoke a lot during school(well, she is in 5th grade but she is so smart and clever and sly and slick and you get the message.), but on all her tests, worksheets and stuff, her name was ‘Name’. And on ‘About you’ papers, all she wrote was, like, I have a sister, stuff like that. Nothing too personal.
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Anella finally stopped her writing, and actually looked her work over, read it all. It is okay, she thought. But a horrid thought struck her mind. Ulysses:what was going to happen to him and the other characters? Holding her papers to her chest, she mumbled to herself while running to where Ulysses lived. She opened the unlocked door(?), and saw that it was vacant. She went all around the house. No one. Up the ladder to the attica; still no one. Scared, she left the house. When she left, Ulysses came out of the shack, and chased after her. In a faery-tale way, through their selfless minds, they agreed to marry(In real life, Grace thinks this is truly weird). And they did. It seemed that if they were together in a form, the characters would, well, stay.

THE END

P.S. Watch for more; maybe there will be more. Maybe.

Eloise wished for many, many, many items and well, wishes. A few of them were: it was very mature of her to think of marrying(she told her sister and her sister just about got sick), hoping that her adventure with the mancers were kept forever, and a unicolourn(a multi-coloured unicorn). She secretly wanted to find out what had happened to Rednaxela. It was brave of him to say that during the war of flowers, and she hoped he wouldn’t get into trouble. So she told Ulysses that, and ran to the far side of SpringParadise.

Along the path(neatly and newly paved with dried chrysanthemum), she saw a group of mancers struggling to hold up a huge box. They, to her human ears, were shouting something like ‘Xela Jean’(Jean pronounced the French way). Eloise dashed behind a girgous tree, sat down, and translated. ‘Jean’ meant ‘gone with’, and ‘Xela’ was the rude way of saying someones name(specifically, Rednaxela…). Eloise knew what the mancers were doing. Luckily, they dropped the box and ran to the mushroom huts. She carefully crept towards the box. You could never be too careful near the mancers. She opened it, and.  .  .in the box was a young boy. He looked up sheepishly, as if he expected Eloise there. He mumbled something like ‘Hi’, but you couldn’t possible tell. Eloise roughly grabbed the back of his collar and tugged him to their home. Eloise normally wasn’t this mean, but she was so stunned that she did so. When she got home, she spoke to the boy. He said his name was Alexander, and that he was accidentally caught in the spell to transform the mancers to pretty young ladies. Eloise was bewildered. But she sent him back to his parents, and she remembered something: when a new mancer appeared, they are to say their name backwards until they get a mancer name. It all made sense.

TO BE CONTINUED.  .  .  .  .  .