Story Scrap Bin

These are little bits and pieces of stories I never finished and probably never will. There is one alternate beginning to MAIM at the very end but besides that, none of these “story scraps” are really connected to pieces that I will or have posted on fictionpress. They may have, however, inspired ideas (hint for people reading Magically Insane).

Most of these stories are from a long time ago (I cleaned the grammar up as best as I could). I caution you to read at your own risk. Some of these are clichéd stories from my pre-teen years. DO NOT bother to flame any of these ideas. Don’t worry; I don’t plan on finishing them.

Oh, and just so you aren’t too confused. The italicized paragraphs are my comments on the stories. The bold, centered text is the title of the piece. The lines separate stories. Enjoy and try not to burn your eyes too much ;)

A WOLF IN A TEMPEST

This first piece is about a conspiracy at a high school. Basically, the fictional story is about a girl who finds out that her high school is turning students into mundane “sheep” (as in people who can’t come up with their own opinions and follow others. Not the animal). Essentially, they are brain washing kids (I never finished it so I never figured out how they were doing it). She learns that all high schools across America are starting to do this to students. The people behind this conspiracy find out that the girl and a couple of her friends know about the brain washing, and order the girl’s teacher to capture her. It is a very dumb idea, I know. But I wanted to add this story. This little tidbit the only part of the story I ever wrote.

“Are you really going to shoot me?” I asked, close to chuckling.

I was still having a hard time believing my favorite teacher was part of the conspiracy, let alone willing to kill me.

But, in an almost trance, Mr. Thaed cocked his gun.

“They have to hear a shot,” he said softly, as if trying to comfort me, “out of the car.”

I obeyed. There was no use not to. If he was going to shoot my brains out, he was going to shoot my brains out. Taking me outside wasn’t a necessity. It just saved him the chore of scrubbing my blood out of the car’s upholstery.

“Are you really going to do this?” I croaked.

Over the course of that day, I had been threatened, chased, even shot at by complete strangers. I never cried. Not even when Mr. Thaed shoved me into his car and betrayed my trust by kidnapping me. But the sight of my former teacher, once a gentle and kind man, grasping a gun that was aimed at my head, was too much to bear.

Warm tears finally begun to slide down my cheeks. I let them fall to the earth, to exhausted and stunned to wipe them away.

“Well?” I sniffed, “Are you really going to kill me?”

“They have to hear a shot,” was all he said.

And they did.

The sound of the bullet cracked the air. I winced, expecting my dead body to fall to the ground. I waited….nothing.

Carefully, I opened one eye. There was a bird, about five feet away from me, with blood oozing out of a gaping hole in its skull.

My teacher took out a large mechanical device and punched in some numbers.

“You shot a bird?” I yelled, “what about all that respect for animals?”

“Hush. I only got their bugs down for a couple minutes. You need to tell me everything you know.”

I nodded.

“Robert and Addison have most of the information. If you tell them I sent you, though…”

“They will probably think I am lying,” he stated, reading my mind, “What should I tell them, then?”

“Wolf in a tempest.”

STERCES

This piece is something I wrote a very, very long time (it must have been before I learned about clichés). It’s about a girl and a boy who fight but deep down really luurve each other. Then they get stuck in a closet while looking for the girl’s ipod. Cue the cliché. I never finished it and I never will because…well…it stinks. I was a mere preteen and like many female writers of that age, I was going through a “cliché romance” faze. I dug it up, though. Even though it burns my eyes when I try and read it…

Allison ran up to a door to her right and grasped the handle. She motioned quickly for Nathan to follow. He obeyed, but not before rolling his eyes.

The room was no bigger than a large broom closet. There was a cupboard with doors in the back but besides that and the dust there was hardly anything in there.

Nathan shut the door behind himself and walked up to Allison, who had bent down to retrieve her Ipod.

“Found it?” he asked.

“Yep. Told you it wouldn’t take long. Now let’s go.”

He nodded in agreement and turned the doorknob. Much to his horror, the door did not budge.

“Uhh…it’s stuck.” He mumbled.

“What? Well let me try.”

Alison jiggled the rusty handle franticly, but it was no use. The door was locked from the outside.

“Let us out!” She screamed in a panic.

“Mr. Herron has gone home…no one is going to let us out until morning.”

Allison’s crystal blue eyes widened.

“You’re right! The janitor already came by here. He won’t be back until morning!”

“Well I guess that means we have to sleep in here.” Nathan said bitterly.

“No! My parents will kill me!”

“Well maybe if you had remembered your Ipod in the first place this wouldn’t have happened!”

“Well maybe if you didn’t close the door we would be out by now!”

The pair glared at each other furiously.

They had been close friends since sixth grade. It wasn’t unusual however for the pair to have their fights.

“Well maybe if you had told me not to!” he yelled

“Well maybe if you didn’t need to be told!”

“I cannot believe I am stuck in here with you!”

“I hate you!”

Allison turned away from Nathan and plopped down on the floor. Nathan did the same, though as far from her as he could get.

C.A.T

This story was written more recently (as in written in 2006, not 2001). My friend and I (Nimbus) were discussing ideas for what CAT could stand for. I came up with Calicos Against Terriers. It was a pretty random idea to begin with but I actually enjoyed writing it. Unlike the first two stories, I could stand to finish his one and post it as a completely random story.

The sun set in a blood red sky. Distant stars now accompanied the orange clouds that were scattered about the horizon. I watched in silence as the red light played tricks on the dead bodies of my fellows. It had been a long and brutal war and I was one of the sole survivors.

I belonged to a secret organization called Calicos Against Terriers. Or cat, as it was affectionately called. Not the most legitimate association to be sure, but one of the most honorable among my kind. I was a top agent working to track down a family of smelly canines charged with the murder of eleven cats and the assault of one human.

It was a very important job, so it was only natural that it was assigned to a calico. You see,calicos are the most intelligent, adorable and courageous of cats.

Long have we calicos bared the burden of power. Because of our cunning and beauty, we make excellent agents for many secret organizations trying to abolish, or control the disgusting canines that foul the earth. Because of this, very few calicos that live up to breed expectations are unemployed. Our kind is routinely thrown into grand positions of power, and that certainly puts pressure on us.

VENEFICUS TEARS

This story actually was finished but is not something I want to post. It is basically what Magically Insane used to be. It has all the same characters (excluding Allen and Katrina’s human friends). The biggest difference between this and Magically Insane is that Katrina already knows she is a witch and they already live on Bestia. Oh, and Tait and Melody got a complete personality change. This little snippet of story is the first part of the story and shows where Katrina and Melody meet.

Far away, on the other side of the galaxy, is a planet inhabited by millions of amazing creatures. Some, like the creatures on your own planet, others unlike anything you have ever seen before. The most dominant creatures on this planet are witches and wizards. And while most of them live in harmony, there are a few who are so evil, so vicious, that the sight of one in person can make anyone upset. This is a story about how a few of the good creatures went up against the few bad ones, and before you start thinking this is like every other story you’ve heard I’d like to point out that the characters alone are the oddest bunch you’d ever see. In fact, lets start with them shall we?

The day I met them was on my first day of school. My mom nudged me into the classroom.

“Have a nice first day of school Katrina!” she called.

I looked around, a few people were reading, a small group was talking, a few were playing with toy wands and the rest were looking around nervously. Speaking of nervous, I must have looked pretty pathetic standing there, staring at the students because the teacher got up from her chair and walked over to me.

“Something wrong?” she asked. I shook my head no. “Then why don’t we get you a seat?”

She talked slowly, as if I was a baby. This made me want to turn around and smack her, but I resisted the urge and followed her to a seat.

“There now…that better?” I nodded my head innocently, still controlling the urge to yell at her. What would I say anyway? ’I am not a baby, I am smarter than you so please treat me like I am?’. Judging by the way she sounded she would probably just smile and suggest that I take a nap.

I sighed and sat down.

‘This is going to be a long day,’ I thought.

“Hi! My name’s Melody Ann Twinkle. What’s yours?” whispered a voice. I spun around to find a small girl with purple-blue eyes, large butterfly-like wings and blond hair, which was tied up in a pony tail by a big purple bow. “What’s your name?” she repeated in a loud whisper.

“Um… Katrina…”

“Cool…My names Melody Ann Twinkle!”

“So I’ve heard,” I giggled and turned to face the teacher.

VENEFICUS TEARS 2

As the name says, this is the sequel to Veneficus Tears. In this story, Katrina and co. are sent to earth (which is an unknown and as far as they know, a dangerous planet). I never finished this story simply because I got bored with it and ran out of ideas. But here is the very beginning of it. Keep in mind, I also wrote this when I was pretty young.

“Melody!” I whined “Why? Why did you tell them that we could go?”

“Cause it would be funner with you” she responded in her most innocent tone of voice. I growled at her. Why did she do this to me? And Marten? We weren’t involved in it! The council is going to whisk us off to the most unknown planet in the universe and I have absolutely no way of stopping it!

“Funner? FUNNER? Going to an unknown planet is not ‘funner’!” everyone in the room cringed, they knew I wasn’t likely to stop until I got Melody to fix what she did…and not even melody could get us out of her mess.

“I’m sorry.” she whispered.

“Sorry won’t stop the council from ripping us from our homes!” I shrieked, angry tears streaming from my flushed face, “You won’t see your mommy and daddy until the council is through with us. And for all we know that’s when we are dead!”

“Kitty.” I felt a hand on my shoulder…it was Marten. I felt a rush of embarrassment and guilt. Marten had to go too and he wasn’t screaming like a dying bird. I sat down on the chair next to me and started crying silently.

UNAMED DRUNK DRIVER STORY

Uh…yeah. Remember what I said about having that pre-teen “everything-I-write- must-be-some-kind-of-cliché-and/or-tragic-love- story” faze? This was a story I wrote during that time. It’s about a girl and a boy who used to be enemies but fell in love eventually. The guy got hit by a drunk driver when he was 17, shortly after the pair started dating. Again…read at your own risk.

I miss you more than anything.

Sometimes I wish it was I walking home that night instead of you. Or maybe if you had stayed a minute longer, maybe if I didn’t pull away from your hug so soon, the events that unfolded that night would not exist, and your dead, cold corpse would not plague my dreams.

I can vividly remember the first day I met you. It was raining. The drops fell onto my head, dampening my hair and my PE uniform, but unlike the others I just stood out on the field, staring up at the sky with child-like curiosity. It was raining exactly like it is today.

We were both in 4th grade, but in separate classes. It was the middle of October, which meant our football field was a giant mud puddle. Nevertheless our psychotic PE teachers made us go outside. I didn’t mind.

A particularly loud clap of thunder that day scared our teachers into letting us go to the gym. I lingered for a bit, staring at the sky, while the other girls ran screaming. When one of the teachers yelled for me to come inside, I obeyed, and ran towards the school, splashing in mud the whole way.

When I was almost out of the rain I ran across a particularly slick blob of mud. I whimpered helplessly as my feet slid a good two feet, right into you.

I crashed, which caused you to fall into a very wet mud puddle. A couple of your friends chortled. You got up, dripping with chocolate colored slime, and glared at me.

“You clumsy cow!” you sputtered, “Stay away from me!”

This comment set the tone for our relationship for the next four years. Anytime you talked to me during that time, I felt a wave of anger and an intense urge to strangle you. Now however, I would give anything to hear you say something.

ALTERNATE OPENING FOR MAGICALLY IMMATURE

This is just a paragraph I wrote for the beginning of Magically Immature before I really knew what it was about. After I figured out the plotline I decided that time and repetitive schedules had nothing to do with the story and I changed it.

Things start. They build, they stop building, they fall apart and generally, they start again. This is a common cycle reflected in my, and many other peoples, everyday life. We wake up to the annoying sound of an alarm, a sound so obnoxious it starts the day with us thinking ‘I am going to kill whatever is making that horrible racket’. And yes, this is the thought that over 60 of the population starts with. From there we leave our beds, our minds yawning but at the same time mumbling bitter things about how we are insane for waking up so dang early. We typically shower, possibly eat breakfast, hopefully get dressed…and so starts our day of tediousness. We go to work, school, whatever, but almost all of us have at least one thing in common in this schedule: we don’t want to be there. The day ends with most of us collapsing onto our beds, not thinking ‘oh what a wonderful and productive day this was’ but ‘Thank god this day is over’. We fall asleep, and wake up to the alarm. For most of us, the cycle starts again. The same kind of events, the same feelings, sometimes even the same conversations. There are little breaks in the cycle for most of us. I was no exception three months ago, right up until I found out that I was a witch.

OTHER STORIES THAT WERE NEVER FINISHED OR COULD NOT BE RECOVERED

Memorable with No Memory- About a girl who lived some kind of extraordinary life but got amnesia and could not remember who she was.

Boopaloopia- I could not find a SINGLE snippet of the boopaloopia stories. These were hilarious fantasy stories and were the very foundation for Magically Insane. Katrina first appeared in these stories, and is still the same character (personality and all) today. Well, except for the cat ears. She doesn’t have those anymore…