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The boy looked about ten or eleven but the grime encrusting his hands and face made it impossible to be sure. Between pinched finger and thumb he held one end of a length of green string. The other end was tethered to the ankle of a wailing infant, equally grimy, that floated a few feet above the boy’s head.
The boy smiled at me with brilliant-white teeth.
“I won him at the funfair,” he said, his voice old and gravelly. “You wanna come to the funfair? You can win all kinds of stuff.”
The infant stopped wailing.
“Don’t listen,” it said. Its voice, neither male nor female, was soft and chiming and I felt myself go a little weak at the sound of it. “Don’t listen to a word this lying little toe-rag says. He’s filth and dirt through and through. Don’t listen.”
“All kinds of stuff,” said the boy.
submitted by Madeline T., age 13, Idlewild Acres
(January 22, 2014 - 6:38 pm)
(January 22, 2014 - 6:38 pm)
Cool!
I stared at him, weakening. He seemed to sense it.
"All kinds of stuff. My treat," he smiled, a smile surprisingly winning and trustworthy for a boy so . . . dirty.
"All kinds of stuff?" The voice I heard was not my own. It was rough, as if it didn't belong to anyone and waned to claim someone as his "person." My mouth felt like saw dust.
"All kinds," he comfirmed, his voice scraping at my ears, "candy, a small stuffed dragon, a comb. But those are just the small prizes, for losers."
I tried to pull back. No! I shouldn't go! He isn't a boy. Don't listen! Don't listen! But instead of retreating, I felt myself being sucked in. No!
He swam off a little ways. "Are you coming?" he called.
I shook my head, but even that small act cost me so much concentration. I could feel myself mouthing the words ," Yes, of course."
The minute the words, whether from my mouth or not, were spoken, a huge wave surred me on, then caused me to crash into him. The baby stopped crying, and looked at me pityingly.
"Now," the words of the boy were menancing. "You're mine."
The boy's hand closed around my arm. I screamed.
(January 23, 2014 - 7:26 pm)
TOP!
(January 23, 2014 - 7:28 pm)
TOPPPP
(January 23, 2014 - 11:34 pm)
TOPPP O THE MORNING OLD CHUM
(January 24, 2014 - 1:54 pm)
New am I to well ink or is it box
chatter and I like the idea of an ending never story!!!
He put his grimy hand over
my mouth and dove into the water, dragging me behind him like I
weighed no more than a feather. Down down into the watery depths
he swum, all the time in that weird voice repeating “all kinds of
fun stuff? ” The last thing I saw before the dark closed in around
me was the baby. Something was happening to it, long pink feathery
hair, or was it fur, was sprouting all over the thing, and
momentarily – inexplicably for we were at least twelve feet under
the water by then – both of its ankles lit on fire, burning through
the green string and releasing it. The last I saw of it, it was
swimming upwards like a bedraggled pink flamingo, and smiling its
bell-like smile down at me. In case you forgot, that was when I
blacked out.
My eyes opened and I sat up,
wondering where I was. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light I
realized that I was in some kind of cell, it had a peaked roof, was
only just big enough for me to fit in, and one side of it was almost
completely open to the outside except that it was barred with some
kind of wrought metal gates that would have been beautiful if they
hadn't been so slimy and grimy. That was when I realized that I was
still underwater, and I could breath! As I looked out of the almost
open wall, I saw that I was in what at first seemed to be an
amusement park populated with small pink blobs and clods of dirt, but
which, as I peered closer through the dark water, turned out to be
more strange, chiming babies and people so covered with grime and
dirt and slime that they could have been part of the dirty seabed
itself. The only bright things about the dirt clods were their
brilliant teeth that – as I saw one come near to me before
scuttling off as if I was a wild animal – had a certain sharpness
about them. After watching this strange panorama for a while, I began
to see that the strange infants, who seemed to be older than their
appearance suggested, were treated more like pets or dolls than
sentient beings. I was tired of this, so I turned around, wondering
what had happened to me, and saw for the first time a small bowl on
the ground labeled “All Kinds of Fun Stuff for my Human.” That
was when I realized that I was in a doghouse!
Sp :Some times I get things
the round way wrong
(January 25, 2014 - 8:31 pm)
My cheeks burned in anger and humiliation. Who was that boy to put me in a dog house?!?
In fright, I looked down at myself. I seemed shorter...? "Oh no," I whispered, "no, no, no-no-NO!" I was already turning into a baby!
(January 26, 2014 - 2:36 pm)
A never ending story? AWESOME!
After realizing I was de-aging I blacked out for some time before awaking to hear disturbing news. Over about thirty feet was a small carnival-style booth, a tall man stood behind it and he appeared to be holding a spool of green ribbon wich he was cutting for the boy. The boy took the cut peice and then glanced around before leaning over to the man. From what I could hear he said " And you are sure this is a sturdy piece right? I have a big one, possibly a five on the Dismuvet scale so this has got to be quality." The boy handed over a small shiny object before coming to my enclosure and entering. He sat down and began fastening the ribbon around my ankle with a suprisingly strong grip that prevented any movement throughout my whole leg. "Come on" he said "let's go to the funfair" Just then a sound like millions of bells erupted into the air and the boy pulled out a small device of about the size of a nickel and spoke into it " Yes Mr. Dismuvet, this one is quite large I'll be there soon." He put the device back in his pocket and turned to face me speaking the words "Looks like we can't go to the funfair afterall, Mr. Dismuvet wants to see you." The look in his eye told me that Mr. Dismuvet was not the person I wanted to be seeing, that this could mean trouble.
(January 26, 2014 - 4:19 pm)
Suddenly, there was a big sound--not unlike a balloon being blown up-- and I was weightless. I could not talk. I could not flail. I could not move. I was paralyzed, floating by my ankle. My lips could not even form a scream, and my cheeks could not even blush. I was just simply...there. Existing. Nothing more than a mere amusement to this boy, a seldom used toy that gets pushed far under the bed after the first few uses.
(January 26, 2014 - 9:39 pm)
Unwillingly my eyes closed and I could sense that we were moving, I couldn't feel anything I just kind of knew. My hearing grew poor but the boy's voice rang through my head "We treat things like you very well around here, don't listen to the rumors". His words replayed infinitly in my head like a repetitive awful song. Despite my best efforts I couldn't decipher what those words meant.
(January 27, 2014 - 9:03 am)
I opened my eyes and found myself--my baby self--tied to a pole in a long alleyway. Where was the boy? Where was I, for that matter? WHY COULDN'T I MOVE???
(January 27, 2014 - 1:47 pm)
"Ha ah, I see you have finally made it," a cold voice rang out from the shadows. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Mr. Dismuvet," said a man, stepping into the light that barely shone in the darkness. I could make out his Appearance just barely, but it was still much more than what I wanted to see. Mr. Dismuvet was rather short, a tattered bow tie tied around his neck. He has a loop sided smile that suggested that his jaw was build in such a way to prevent him from smiling, and his whole face had an unsettling unshaven feel to it. His eyes, which burned red in the little light there was, surveyed me closely.
"Oh yes," he said to himself. "Intresting indeed."
(January 27, 2014 - 6:16 pm)
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Lonnie
(January 28, 2014 - 10:58 am)
*ps. im transferring all of this onto a document which i will share with you guys if this ever does come to an end*
(January 28, 2014 - 11:03 am)
I tried to say something but my mouth wouldn't move. Then again I don't know what I wanted to say. The boy I realized was standing farther back into the shadows, he stepped forward and looked more grim than ever in the dark light. "Yes, it is one of the better ones I've found, what shall we do with it?" he replied in his low gravelly voice. "Well procedure B does look promising, but..." Mr. Dismuvet's voice trailed off and left silence in the empty air. It was a long, uncomfortable silence but his next words really startled me.
(January 28, 2014 - 3:46 pm)
"...I think we're going to have to do the Toximble with this one."
Toximble? I thought, What does that mean?
Whatever it meant, it didn't sound good. It sounded menacing, and reminded me of the word 'toxic', which literally means poison and/or something very bad, unpleasant, or harmful.
"T-Toximble?" Even the grimy boy's voice faltered. He looked almost distressed. "B-but Sir! That hasn't happened since Morath!"
Well, there's another word I don't know....
"Well," the Mr. Dismuvet said, "that's about to change." He said it in such a way that I knew the boy couldn't argue.
(January 28, 2014 - 6:49 pm)