S. Lynn's Stories

More tunnels

2008-08-01T21:56:13Z

- Renita-

“So you guys aways heal, no matter the injury?” I cried, amazed. “How can you do that, it’s amazing. I’ve never heard of anything like that.” I leaned back, sitting crossed-legged. “Well, maybe you didn’t need onf of Consuela’s nine lives, but she thought that you did. Oh well, what happen happens I guess.”

With that I stood up, walking around the cave. It was lit by the many laterns on the wall, and there were two other clumsily made cots along the wall for me and Carlene. For now she was in Consuela’s, but she would probably be moved later on. There was also a fire pit in the center, with a few cooking utencils around it, and a few embers still glowed.

There was a tunnel leading farther back, but I only stayed in the main room where Carlene was. The tunnel wasn’t lit, and I was warned not to go down it earlier. Standing near it, I smelled something familiar, and a faint breeze came out of the opening. I wanted to go down it, but I knew I shouldn’t.

Just another conversation in Science Class [Teen Speak Challenge]

2008-07-13T01:35:57Z

“Did you see those pictures of Daniel Radcliffe?” Madelynn asked, leaning over her desk to get a look at her friends study guide, quickly writing down some notes.

Jane looked over, pushing her away. “Yeah! What about them?”

Madalynn put her papers away, giving up on the study for now. “He is so tiny it’s not even funny!”

“That’s what she said!” Jane replied, also packing up. Madelynn glared at her for a second, thinking of something to say.

“Well… Your mom! Oh yeah! I took your phrase! Booyah!” Madelynn cried, a smug look on her face.

“That’s not my phrase anymore! So ‘Booyah’ to you!” Jane said, wiping the smug look right off Madelynn’s. “My phrase is ‘In bed!’ remember?”

Right then, Simon walked over, cutting into the conversation,”Hey, what’s up girlies? Like, did you see Daniel Radcliffe’s wang? It’s like-”

“Dude, you ruined the whole thing! You killed it!” Madelynn said, cutting him off.

“What?” He asked.

“Fail!” Jane cried out, sending a rejected Simon to his seat.

K-9 the Robot Dog

2008-07-12T15:50:28Z

Sarah jane turned around suddenly as the doorbell rang. She put down the letter from Dr. Fredick Who, and walked over to the door to greet the delivery man, who was standing outside, not looking that happy.

“Ms. Sarah Jane?” The man asked irritably.

“Yes” Sarah Jane replied. She quickly thought back to the letter as the man went back to his truck and wheeled a large box to the front door.

“Sign here please.” The man snapped, shoving a clipboars towards her. She signed it, pulling the package into the house and slamming the door.

She was nervous, not wanting to open it. The return labe loated on the box matched the name from the letter, and Sarah Jane slowly opened the package. She ripped off ine side of the box, and packing peanuts scattered onto the floor. She moved more of the peanuts to the side, revealing something inside.

Detecting her movements, the object pushed its way out of the box, lights flashing and ears spinning.

“Why me?” Sarah Jane asked, watching K-9 roam around the room.

A Letter From Your Not-So-Typical Fan....

2008-07-12T15:35:32Z

Dear Ms. Sarah Jane

I am not another fan of Doctor Who who shall say that he person who shares your name in that show is my favorite character. No, I am a fan of Doctor Who but not in that way or form. I am guessing that you must get a lot of fan mail, and that it is very annoying.

Hopefully, vey soon after you read this (or maybe you never will) you shall recieve a gift on your doorstep. Since you do share the same name as Sarah Jane from Doctor Who, I thought you would like to maybe play around with people. Of course, I don’t know if you look like the character or not, but I thought you might like the gift overall.

Sincerely,

Dr. Fredrick Who
University of Medical Knowledge
Canada

Its not easy having the same name as a TV character....

2008-07-12T15:17:03Z

Sarah Jane opened yet another letter from yet another avid Doctor Who fan. Unfortunately there are many people that just don’t understand that even if your first and middle name is Sarah Jane, that person is not the famous character from Doctor Who or any other show or movie. It was overwhelming the amount of emails and letters Sarah got, no matter if she moved, changed her email, etc, etc, etc! The letters still came, and fans still believed.

Finally, Sarah Jane made a storage area for these letters. This storage was located under the kitchen sink in a small container, usually containing old coffee grinds, banana peels, and other such items. And every Thursday night, this container was empty into a bag and put out onto the curb where a truck was going to happily take it away to a bigger storage area.

One day, an envolope caught Sarah Jane’s attention, half buried in the mess that was about to go to the ‘storage container’. She quickly picked it up, slowly opening it looking inside…

Ficlets- What an improvement from quizilla! [The Wonderful World of Ficlets Challenge]

2008-07-12T13:04:02Z

Three months ago I joined Ficlets. It doesn’t seem that long at all! I guess it all started when I just got really tired of writing fanfiction and getting no feedback on Quizilla. Sure, I did get people posting in a Cbox at the end of each story, but it was nothing more than a “Cool!”. Quizilla just wasn’t what I thought it was, even though I was there since 2006…

Then one day, a friend of mine told me about this strange place called Ficlets. She told me it was a place where you could write short stories and people would comment, rate, and maybe even write a prequel or sequel to anything you post.

‘Strange ’ I thought. I was so used to be ignored on quizilla, I found the concept of Ficlets just plain wierd. So I hurried along to make an AOL account, only using the email as a giant spam folder.

For the first few days, nobody commented on my stuff except Twitch, and I was worried about a repeat of quizilla. It wasn’t until THX commented my second ficlet that I realized this place wasn’t so bad.

I Really Hope I Made John Perkins' Day! [Make Someone's Day Challenge]

2008-07-12T02:58:53Z

Well, I thought that since John is the one who made the challenge, at least someone should take one of his stories and continue them! And I hope that I have done a good job at that!

Here is John’s original ficlet – Dear Diary, I hate It Here :
http://ficlets.com/stories/33255

His story was about a psychcopath with a child’s mind, or maybe he was even a child at the time! It is a very chilling read, and I had fun writing a sequel to it! I simply continued the story, adding in a new friend for the main character, Teddy the stuffed Teddy Bear!

I was suprised John hasn’t continued it, since it was very interesting! Or atleast someone would come in before me!

Here is my sequel – Dear Diary, Meet Teddy :
http://ficlets.com/stories/37092

I hope I have made your day John, and I hope you like my sequel! And I know that the story is only 36 days old, but I had to write a sequel to it!

Dear Diary, Meet Teddy

2008-07-12T02:46:12Z

I guess I hurt Tommy more than I thought. He still hasn’t come back, and a few days ago the staff wheeled this cart out. There was something under this white cloth that was covering the whole thing, it was strange. I have no clue what that is about. But I wonder when Tommy will return?

Dr. Stephens came by to visit me after they wheeled that strange cart out. He was pleased that I had written something in here. And he gave me a gift! I love gifts! Especially if they are wraped in shiny paper and have one of those pretty bows on them!

The gift Dr. Stephens gave me didn’t have either, and I got mad. He said that he will bring a gift next time and will make sure that it is wrapped. The gift was a stuffed bear toy, with a blue checkered bowtie. I don’t like those…

Dr. Stephens said that I should talk to Teddy, share my emotions if I don’t want to write in here. He says that Teddy will keep me company. He was right, I like Teddy. He listens to me, understands me. No one else has before. He is my friend!

Nine Lives (Or Even an Extra One) for a Wolf is Pretty Strange!

2008-07-12T01:53:03Z

Renita:

I leaned back, squeezing my hair, still trying to get the remnats of water out. I was not that big of a fan of swimming, yet it led me here. I looked down at Carlene who still looked dreadfully pale.

“Well, Consuela is going to get us some food. You are lucky though, when she found you she was going to take you as dinner. But, I convinced her not to and help heal you since I knew you!” I said, smiling.

“W-what?” Carlene mumbled, still a little out of it.

“Here,” I said, leaning behind me and grabbing the bowl full of water. “You need to drink something. You lost a lot of blood out there and need to rest.”

She tried to sit up, but I pushed her back gently. She grunted, glaring at me saying, “I’m fine! Let me get up!”

“No! I snarled back. “You need to rest for now. Consuela doesn’t know all the side effects that you might get, so you are staying right there!”

“Wait…” Carlene said, clearly confused. “What happened to me?”

“Consuela gave you one of her nine lives…”

The Birth of Firefox - Finding the Hidden Schin

2008-07-11T17:16:04Z

Firefox searched her overwhelming database of the internet for her maker, Schin, but had very little luck. It was troubling her greatly, afterall, she had contol over all of the internet, why couldn’t she find him? It was another question on her pile of questions, and this one was on the top of the list.

Over the following weeks, Firefox had roamed the internet, popping into the real world, hoping to maybe bump into this Schin. But she had no suck luck with this, and eventually gave up on it. Now she turned to writings once more. She had the sparse comments that he left, but they did not help.

She tried following the comments to a single system, but was always brought to a dead end. This man, her creator was nowhere where she could reach him, any trace of him was nowhere to be found.

Still, she searched. Following links and old system codes. All of them brought her nowhere, and she was getting very agitated about the whole thing. Schin had vanished, and Firefox was about to take desperate measures…

Prince William, I thank you! [Perfect Moment Ruined Challenge]

2008-07-04T17:48:06Z

I am in a bad mood today. My friend for some reason stabbed me in the back, somebody stole my wallet, my boyfriend broke up with me, I just found out that the same person who stole my wallet as already spent two thousand dollars on my debit card, must I continue?

Oh, and you must not forget the topping, I’m locked out of my house and its pouring down rain. So here I am, sitting on my front steps, my cloths and hair soaked, waiting for my phychotic mother to drive 15 miles to let me into my own house. I officailly declare today the worst day of my life!

I don’t have any money, no way to get into my house for the next half an hour, and not even anyone to complain to. What good is that!?

Wait, is that Prince William walking up the street? And all his body guards? Where is his limo? Oh, it broke down at the corner, ok. Man, not even the prince is having a good day. Oh my gosh! The Prince of Wales just fell! He just slipped! Thats is so funny!

I guess this perfectly horrible day is now ruined!

Werewolves do not belong in trees!

2008-07-04T17:01:49Z

- Renita-
I let out a panicked howl as I scraped my claws desperately against the tree that I just got out of.

“Why does the tunnel come out of a tree?!” I howled, my front paws only barely latched on to a very dead branch. I looked around. The tree had grown out of the side of a cliff, and some creature dug a hole through the top and into the tunnel. The top of the cliff was at leat 50 feet above me, a waterfall was only a few yards to my left, and the water and rock below… I didn’t even want to look down.

I whimpered, trying to get a better grip on the rotten tree. I couldn’t change back into a human, that was a sure way to fall and out of the options. I thought for a moment, but fear was clogging up my mind.

“Why me…?” I whimpered, my back paws scraping against the tree. “Werewolves do not belong in trees…or on a cliff…”

There was a loud crack and I looked up. The branch I was holding onto was shattering at its base.

“No!” But it was top late. The branch snapped, and I going down..

The Exit! The Exit!

2008-07-04T16:53:32Z

- Renita-

I sat there in the tiny tunnels, staring at the wall. Adventure was racing through my veins, and I wanted to get out.
“No, I can’t leave… Carlene said it be safe down here…” I told myself…But it wasn’t enough.

Does it ever end?? I thought to myself, still walking down the tunnel. It felt like forever since I left the spot where Carlene and I had stopped. It was hard to manuver in the tunnel, with the ceiling jutting down in different places, and roots criss-crossing the pathway. It was a neverending walk…it was never going to end!

Finally the tunnel turned upward, and I could start to see light filtering in. I stoped when the tunnel went straight up, clouds visible through the exit. I looked for foot support, but there was none. I put a paw on the wall, and for some reason it felt like wood, like the inside of a tree… I crouched down, deciding to jump to get out of the tunnel.

With a powerfull push, I lunged up out of the hole. Fresh air…..And no ground beneath me!

Experimental Ficlet No. 7

2008-07-04T16:33:36Z

....Maybe no one will, maybe I’m alone. But maybe, just maybe…

The Willy Wonka Challenge

2008-07-02T21:33:03Z

Well, just today I realized I have past 50 ficlets. Now, I know compared to mostly everyone else here, thats very little, but for me its a lot. When I first joined Ficlets, I never dreamed that I would have actually went over 50. I know there are a lot of challenges out but…

I was watching Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory over the weekend, and I haven’t seen that movie in years! You know when your really little and you watch that movie, you always thought that it was such a happy film. Well, I finally realized…Its not… Mr. Wonka, just like in the origonal book, is a slighty evil man, and I finally saw that.

So, I thought the challenge would be this:
Write a ficlet that when you first read it seems like a innocent story. But if you read it again, you see a much darker side to it all, just like the movie.

It can be as short or as long as you wish it to be!

I don’t think there will be any judging, unless someone wants there to be.

Lets put the cap on it for… July 27th! (My birthday!)