Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
First Story
Chapter One:
Carter dusted off his coat and hung it on a hanger. It had been a long, hard day at the factory and he was exhausted. He slumped into his recliner, pulled out the day's newspaper, and began to read. Suddenly, he jerked himself upright.
"No," he muttered to himself, "it can't be." Carter was referring to the story on the front page. It read:
PIZZLES AND FURKLERS TO BE OUT OF WORK
Due to the lack of jobs for the Dillwinkles,
all Pizzles and Furklers are to be let go by
March third of this year. The goverment profusely
apologizes for the inconvenience they are causing
the Dillwinkles.
"Never in our wildest dreams would we ever even
consider giving lowly factory jobs to the Dillwinkles.
However, with the Magic Co. 'War' going on we had
no choice," said Mayor Puck. The entire board agrees
with him and to further express their apologies they
hosting a luncheon tomorrow at noon for the Dillwinkles.
All Pizzles and Furklers are to report at City Hall at
precisely 10:00 A.M. to help set up the luncheon for
the Dillwinkles. They are to have all their personal
items removed from their workplaces before noon
noon tomorrow or their items will be consficated. All
Pizzles and Furklers are to serve the luncheon, clean
it up afterward, and report to their workplaces to
scrub their offices down and decorate for the
Dillwinkles. We ask the newly jobless Pizzles and
Furklers to please stay off the street. The
Dillwinkles are too disgusted to see you and we
don't want to cause any fights.
Carter slumped down into his chair again and groaned. Not only had he just lost his job, but now he had to clean and serve lunch to the people he had lost his job to. It was occasions like these that made him wish he was born a Dillwinkle. What made them so special? It wasn't like they had any unusual or super-strong powers. Everyone just treated them like royalty. They pretty much were royalty. And it was beyond Carter why the Pizzles and Furklers always sucked up to the Dillwinkles when all the Dillwinkles would do was treat them like dirt.
"It's their positions of power," a voice from the ceiling hissed. "If you get a position of power with the government, it could be the Pizzles treating the Dillwinkles and Furklers like dirt."
'Yes,' Carter thought, 'that could be me.'
Carter dusted off his coat and hung it on a hanger. It had been a long, hard day at the factory and he was exhausted. He slumped into his recliner, pulled out the day's newspaper, and began to read. Suddenly, he jerked himself upright.
"No," he muttered to himself, "it can't be." Carter was referring to the story on the front page. It read:
PIZZLES AND FURKLERS TO BE OUT OF WORK
Due to the lack of jobs for the Dillwinkles,
all Pizzles and Furklers are to be let go by
March third of this year. The goverment profusely
apologizes for the inconvenience they are causing
the Dillwinkles.
"Never in our wildest dreams would we ever even
consider giving lowly factory jobs to the Dillwinkles.
However, with the Magic Co. 'War' going on we had
no choice," said Mayor Puck. The entire board agrees
with him and to further express their apologies they
hosting a luncheon tomorrow at noon for the Dillwinkles.
All Pizzles and Furklers are to report at City Hall at
precisely 10:00 A.M. to help set up the luncheon for
the Dillwinkles. They are to have all their personal
items removed from their workplaces before noon
noon tomorrow or their items will be consficated. All
Pizzles and Furklers are to serve the luncheon, clean
it up afterward, and report to their workplaces to
scrub their offices down and decorate for the
Dillwinkles. We ask the newly jobless Pizzles and
Furklers to please stay off the street. The
Dillwinkles are too disgusted to see you and we
don't want to cause any fights.
Carter slumped down into his chair again and groaned. Not only had he just lost his job, but now he had to clean and serve lunch to the people he had lost his job to. It was occasions like these that made him wish he was born a Dillwinkle. What made them so special? It wasn't like they had any unusual or super-strong powers. Everyone just treated them like royalty. They pretty much were royalty. And it was beyond Carter why the Pizzles and Furklers always sucked up to the Dillwinkles when all the Dillwinkles would do was treat them like dirt.
"It's their positions of power," a voice from the ceiling hissed. "If you get a position of power with the government, it could be the Pizzles treating the Dillwinkles and Furklers like dirt."
'Yes,' Carter thought, 'that could be me.'
First Blog Post Ever!!
Hi,
This is the first post for this blog. I hope to add stories and pictures to this blog later, but we'll see.
This is the first post for this blog. I hope to add stories and pictures to this blog later, but we'll see.
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