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02-12-2008, 05:37 PM
Okay, I am going to post a short story here. It is copyrighted to me. The story will be written in blue<3 Also, If this is posted wrong or in the wrong place, please tell, as I will work to correct that error. I was a little confused by the sticky :P here we go:
Bryony Balachandra woke up feeling unusually warm and fluffy. She sat up and yawned, stretching. She leapt out of the bed. This wasn't her bedroom! The bed she'd jumped out of wasn't her usual plain twin bed, it was a huge canopy bed with a fluffy pink compforter. The carpet was thick and white, not dirty pea-green, and instead of her lizard's cages and reptile postes, their was a huge vanity table, a white wardrobe, and a big golden harp. The walls were bright pink and had posters of fluffy kitties and castles, as welll as popular male actors and musicians.
No, this wasn't her house. She must have been kidnapped in her sleep and brought here, probably drugged. Bryony ran to the huge picture window and looked out, no, it wasn't that awful place, but still, where was she? Well-landscaped grounds and a long driveway faced her. There were no other houses or building around.
Well, Bryony wasn't about to take this lying down. She marched over to the bedroom door. Bryony let out a squeak when she got to it. There was a full-length mirror on the back of the door. She had no ears! She slapped desperatly at the top of her head. They were on the side of her head. Bryony tried to send her claws out. Great. Wherever she was at, she was a full-fledged human.
Whoever kidnapped her had either surgically removed her ears and claws or had magically removed her kitty powers. She was hoping for the former, as she'd still have her instincts and skills that way.
Bryony flung the door open, letting the mirror slam into the wall. She hoped it broke. She wearing pink silk jammies as well, instead of her usual T-shirt and shorts.
Bryony was pissed. They'd stripped her naked and put these clothes on her too. She stomped down the well-furnished hall. She headed down the big mahogony staircase. This was why she hated big houses. It took forever to get anywhere.
Finally she got to the dining room. She shoved the startled girl in the maid uniform aside and stomped up to the end of the table where a middle-aged man and woman and a teenage girl were sitting. They looked startled as she raged up to them.
"You! What is the meaning of this?! Which one you did it?!" Bryony screamed.
The teenage girl was the first to respond.
"God, you're such a baby. There was no water pressure in my bathroom."
This stumped Bryony. Temporarily.
"Penny, go upstairs and get dressed. This is becoming ridiculous." the woman told her.
"You kidnapped me! Did you drug me and perform surgery on me, or did you cast some sort of spell?!?" Bryony screeched.
Have you been taking your medication, sweetie?" the man asked, giving her a look of sympathy.
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02-12-2008, 05:52 PM
coool. haha poor Bryony.
good story! keep writing!
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Sweet Lemon Effect
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02-12-2008, 06:10 PM
Thanks! Writing Bryony and Penny is so fun. Should I post the rest?
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Jenn_heart
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02-12-2008, 06:38 PM
yes please!
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Iheart801
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02-12-2008, 06:46 PM
Interesting. What happens next?
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02-12-2008, 07:13 PM
Here's the next part:
Bryony stared at the man. How dare he imply she needed medication! She was always in perfect health. Tears welled in her eyes and she quickly shut them. She would get to the bottom of this. They couldnât beat her.
She opened her eyes and slowly lowered herself into a chair. Bryony picked up a knife. Her âfatherââs eyes widened, but she simply buttered a slice of bread. The teenage girl next to her smirked. No wonder this Penny was on meds.
âYou should get dressed Penny. Youâll be late for school.â The woman said.
Bryony nodded and got up. She pushed the heavy wooden chair in. It had one of those tacky gold cushioned seats rich people liked. She walked back up those stairs and into the room she had come from.
Or so she thought. This room had a huge king sized bed convered in burgundy pillows. Huge cherry-wood bedroom furniture and gilt-framed pictures adorned the room. Bryony backed out of the room and into the hall. She tried the next room.
She thought it was the right room at first, but then she noticed the posters of semi-naked men. Gross. There was, however, a sweet cream colored kitty sitting on the bed. Bryony walked over and picked it up. It meowed loudly, and she nuzzled its face. The kitty was batting at her bangs when the girl walked in. She tore the kitten from Bryonyâs hands.
âHow dare you touch Prissy, you freak!â
Bryony was astounded. Before she knew it, her hand was flying through the air and connecting with the girlâs face. The girl cried out and dropped the kitten. Bryony put her hands on her hips.
âListen, Jill,â (that was the name on the headboard) âItâs name is NOT prissy. He is called George.â
She picked the kitten up and walked out. Bryony opened the next door. It was the right one. She strode into the pink-and-white room and walked over the closet. She sat George on the floor and walked into the closet. It was a small room about the size of her bedroom at home. It was chock full of clothes.
She pulled a pair of low-cut blue jeans off the rack and tried putting them on. They actually fit. They were a size 5. Bryony had to watch herself just to fit into a size 10. She had a bit of a big butt, and letâs not talk about hips. They must have lipoâd her. She checked her body over. The pale skin was immaculate. Of course, she healed faster than humans, so there wouldnât be scars.
Bryony sighed and pulled on a mint-green top with lacy edges. She noticed a pair of shiny black-and-pink Nikes on a rack and stuck her feet into them. She walked out of the closet, shutting the door. A back-pack lay next to the dresser. It was full of schoolbooks and supplies. But how would she know her classes? Bryony went over to the desk and began rooting through it.
There was a photo of Penny with a goth-looking girl and a handsome boy on top of a stack of papers. Bryony picked up the photo and looked at the back.
âMe+Erin+Carlâ was written in scrawled gold ink.
Below that, luckily, was a report card. She scanned it. Penny apparently made mediocre grades and her last name was Taylor. Next semesterâs classes were on it too-now this semesterâs. Bryony folded up the piece of paper and stuck it in her pocket. Then she ran out of the room and down the stairs. Pennyâs mother and sister were waiting at the foot of the stairs. Her mother was running a hand through her silky dyed blonde hair. She looked up.
âPenny.â She said. âJill said you hit her.â
Bryony made her eyes go wide.
âI most certainly did not.â She said, calmly.
âOh. Alright then.â Her mother said. âCome on. You girls will be late.â
She walked out the front door. Bryony smirked. Penny was staring at her, shocked. Bryony shrugged and walked out the door.
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02-12-2008, 07:24 PM
haha wow. this girl's got some guts to hit a person she doesn't even know.
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02-12-2008, 07:30 PM
:P yeah, she is tough, and not happy to be there. Penny is a different matter, as you'll see here. This is the last bit I have on the comp:
Sunlight beamed into Pennyâs eyes. She stretched, pulling her arms behind her head. The rough, scratchy blanket was making her legs itch. She opened her eyes and sat up. The view was certainly not the usual. Penny blinked and rubbed her eyes.
âWhere am I?â she whispered.
She was sitting on a narrow twin bed in a closet. The closetâs walls were wallpapered in a dingy olive green pattern. A beat up cheap-looking dresser was piled high with battered paperbacks. And there was something moving under the blanket. Penny leapt out of the bed, shrieking. An iguana crawled out onto the pillow. Penny backed up against the wall, trembling.
âWhat the hell is gong on?! She yelled.
She sank slowly to the ground, sobbing. The door flew open. A woman came running in.
âBryony! Are you alright?â the woman asked.
Penny stared. Were thoseâŚcat ears? Two tawny triangles twitched atop the womanâs head. A horrible thought occurred to Penny. She raised her hands to the to top of her head. She felt a furry triangle on her head. Her other hand found the other one. She screamed again.
âBryony, whatâs wrong?!â the woman asked, scared.
The woman knelt down and put an arm around Pennyâs shoulders. Penny slapped her arm away. She started crawling away on all fours.
âI am not Bryony! Wh-what have you done to me?â
âNothing!â the woman said, mystified but concerned. âWho are you then?â
Penny wiped her nose on her hand. âPenny.â
She stopped crying and stood up. She was still freaked, but sheâd get to the bottom of this.
âLetâs go to the kitchen and talk.â The lady said.
She opened the bedroom door.
âIâm Janice, by the way.â She stuck out her hand. Penny shook it. She almost said ânice to meet youâ but under the circumstancesâŚshe followed Janice out of the room. They went down a short hallway and into a living room. Janice turned into the kitchen. There was a round table shoved against a corner, and an aisle with the fridge, stove, sink, and counters. With that, the aisle had a space about a foot wide and 4 feet long.(1.3m for you Canadians, etc). Janice navigated down to the fridge.
âHave a seat. Coke?â
Penny nodded dumbly and sat down. Janice walked over to the table and handed Penny her can. She sat down and pulled the tab on her own.
âSo. Letâs get to the bottom of this. Whereâre you from?â
âIâm from Springfield, Missouri. Where am I now?â
âYouâre in the town of Greenlawn, in the state of Chattika, in the Western States of America.â
Penny looked confused. Janice sighed.
âItâs as I thought then. Thereâs only one way you could look so much like my daughter and yet not be her. Youâre her time twin.â
âWhat?â Penny asked, frowning.
âYouâre from a parallel dimension. I know it sounds like Sci-Fi bullshit, but itâs true. I just donât understand how you were switched.â Janice buried her face in her hands. âUgh. What a mess.â
Penny actually had no trouble believing it. She always knew people had been hiding something from her. Even if they didnât know it.
âThere are two ways this could have happened. Technology, or magic.â
âMagic?â Penny asked, intrigued.
âUh, human abilities with a perfectly reasonable, logical explanation, but with that explanation currently unknown.â
âHmmm.â Penny looked thoughtful. She was probably dreaming of being a wizard or some such nonsense. Janice snorted. Penny looked up, and Janice coughed.
âAnyway, itâs probably that fookinâ scientist who found us out. Heâs been wanting to get his grubby hands on us for a while. And heâs a pervert. Dr. Meevrow was a childhood friend of my husband. But when he found out what we were, âcat peopleâ as the media delightfully calls us, he outed us. He took credit for âdiscoveringâ us. A new species. But it backfired. Under Western laws, as a rare, sentient species, we couldnât be put under the microscope, or dissected. Terrorized. Made into freaks. Itâs highly illegal, what heâs done.â Her mouth pursed. â
âIf heâs the one that took her, that is. He does have equipment for it, at the university.â Seeing that Penny looked rather alarmed, Janice patted her on the shoulder.
âWeâll get you back home, dear.â Penny smiled weakly.
Hmm the last post is all messed up. I wonder why it did that?
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02-12-2008, 07:34 PM
aw, Janice is so nice!
hm..I wonder if I have a time twin...that'd be awesome!
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02-12-2008, 07:47 PM
Wow. Who is this doctor and just what has he done? Very interesting.
@Jenn_heart
Oh yes A time twin would be fun to have I would think.
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02-12-2008, 07:51 PM
Yeah, the thing I like best about Janice is that she isn't a skeptic. She believed Penny off the bat when she said she wasn't Bryony.
As for Dr. Meevrow, he is a bad man :( he let's greed and desire for fame get in the ways of his morals and destroy his life.
:P I think we all have a time twin. Or maybe time triplets.
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02-12-2008, 08:00 PM
ha, I have 6 twins att school. We al dressed the same for twin day.
Dr. Meevrow...sounds like a teacher from my school who apparently told the public about a very small incident that recently happended.
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02-12-2008, 08:51 PM
Interesting. I don't think I have a Dr. Meevrow in my life. Though maybe I do and don't know it.
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