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Sierra Burgess is a Loser! (Movie Review)

Hey everyone!

Time for another movie review!

So last night I watched a Netflix classic called: Sierra Burgess is a Loser!

So this movie follows a teenage girl who is in high school and unpopular. The plot of the movie revolves around a popular girl giving Sierra’s number to a boy, making him think it is indeed the popular girl’s number.

Sierra and the boy (Jayme) text back and forth, Jayme all the while thinking that he is texting the popular girl.

I really liked the movie. I thought it had funny parts but also heartfelt points and an overall lovely message.

However, I have a question. During the movie it’s shown that Sierra is smart, funny, very talented, and involved in some school activities. The only reason she’s deemed unpopular is because of her looks. She isn’t deemed attractive enough to her peers and is therefore, shunned.

So I’m wondering if this is an appropriate message to show our younger generation? Yes, everything works out in the end and the girl gets the guy anyway. You should know there’s spoiler alerts by now! However my whole thing is that their still showing that high school (and middle school) kids shun other kids solely on their appearance.

Do you think, as parents or not, that the generation is actually swayed by what they see and that, seeing such a thing in a movie, might convince them (more so than already) that judging a peer on how they look and not their character and personality is ok?

That it’s acceptable, by society’s terms, to judge someone’s worth on what they look like and their talent on how attractive they are?

I would just like everyone else’s feedback and what they think!

In other terms and disregarding what message it could, unintentionally, be sending I thought it was a good movie and I would recommend watching it!

Thank you guys for the support and for your continued reading!

 

 

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The Forgotten Land

She sat on her windowsill, staring out at the blue and red sky. It was a marvelous sight. The blues and reds right next to each other but never touching. Just the right blue and red where it wasn’t clashing but looked like a dream.

Underneath the fantasy sky lay tall lush green grass. Laid out like a plush carpet, where you could lay for hours and dream of anything you could imagine. Everything around you would seem like you landed in a dream.

That’s how she had ended up here after all. From dreaming.

The trees were made of a sweet cinnamon tasting bark, and the leaves hung down in a twisted taffy fashion. Even the rocks tasted like a chocolate whoopie pie. The water tasted like water but the clearest, fresh, most thirst quenching water you had ever tasted.

Everything here was designed to draw you in, make you want to stay.

But it was all a lie.

She had ended up here from a dream. She had fallen asleep one night, outside in the forest, next to a hidden stream. She had been going there for days to think but this one night she was too tired to walk back home. When she awoke she was in this tower. This plain, rocky home with nowhere to go, nothing to do. The day she had awoken she decided to go outside and explore the area. At first everything had seemed like a dream. She had eaten from the trees, drank from the water, and laid down in the plush grass to watch the beautiful sky. And then she started to cough. It was misleading at first. Just a small cough, like happens to any of us. And then it got worse. Pretty soon she was gasping for air and she couldn’t catch her breath. She barely made it back to the tower and shut the door. She lay gasping on the floor for hours. Trying to get her air back and try to breath.

The air was in fact toxic and poisonous. Everything was designed to look tempting and relaxing so that you don’t leave. So that, by the time you realize it, it’s too late and you suffocate to death. The bodies were used to feed the monster in the woods. She had seen it, when peering out the window at night. She had hidden beneath the windowsill so it wouldn’t see her. As far as it knew, no one ever survived. It only came out at night to collect the bodies. She had tried to warn people, yelled and pounded on the window. But they couldn’t hear her and she was too afraid to go outside again. So night after night, ,week after week, month after month, she watched people fade away and the monster continue to eat. It could’ve been years and years for all she knew, she had been up in the prison for what felt like eternity.

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Hey guys, this is another short story for you guys. I’m sorry if they all seem like excerpts. Sometimes I come up with what I think are really cool ideas for a story but I suck at fleshing them out into full length stories, so I usually just write as much as I can come up with. Originally I wanted to keep my ideas copyrighted so that they couldn’t be stolen but I personally think I am being selfish because, realistically, I will probably never write a book and, even if I did, my mind is so full of random twisted ideas that I’m sure I could come up with a new base concept. Therefore, if you read any of my short stories and feel inspired to write a longer version or a whole novel then feel free. I only ask two things. 1-you somehow send me a copy so that I can see what the inspiration turned into and 2-you put me in the acknowledgements. Thank you and I hope you find this inspiring, Let me know what you think.

On a side side note, on a different blog I used to do with someone, I used to do a quote of the day where I shared a quote or song/movie quote that inspired me and what I took from it. It seemed to be fairly popular there and I was wondering if anyone would be interested in that here?

Thanks and please let me know!

Vacation

hey everyone!

this is going to be a short post but I wanted to share with everyone what’s going to be coming soon. So tomorrow is Sunday and I will be coming back from vacation at some point tomorrow. I hope to share lots of pictures with you guys and let you know what we did and some fun spots to visit!

I’m sorry this was such a short post but I hope you stay tuned for tomorrow and I’m excited to share it with you!

I will also hopefully be sharing more of my short story with you guys so let me know if you want to read more about that!

I’m also having trouble thinking of a name for my main character so if you have any suggestions, I’d love to hear them in the comments!

Staring on the ledge, she stared out across the water.

Her heart was racing as the light searched and searched.

The fog hadn’t lifted in days but she still held out hope.

There was talk among the town about a curse.

An old evil that had been woken by their many voyages.

But still she hoped.

 

Three days later when there was no light coming anymore, some villagers decided to search the tower.

They looked all over and it was at the top of the tower, where the flame had been extinguished, that they found her.

Her body looked like she was sleeping. She was beautiful even in death.

Everything was perfectly serene, except for her eyes.

Her eyes were wide open in terror, staring at some point beyond them.

Staring at the forever extinguished light, just like the light lost from her eyes.

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Untitled (Part 2)

Her guest couldn’t see her right away from where she was standing. And it was probably for the best. She should try to at least get to know her company before he tried to run away.

Her guest was a handsome man from the village who was still looking for a young bride. That thought amused her. When he saw what she looked like he’d wish he’d never come to the castle. In fact he’d probably be fit to be single for all of his days.

He went to turn around as she entered the room.

“Please, I’d rather us not face each other just yet.”

“Well, if you’re sure madam. Of course.”

He turned back to his original seated position and began to drink the wine that was placed in front of him. In a few minutes he fell off his chair as the sleeping agent set in.

She sighed. She had hoped he would last a little longer than the other ones. Long enough for a decent discussion.

She whistled and her “pet” came and drug him to the dungeon where the other ones where as well. Pet was a loose word for a 7ft tall beast with claws as sharp as daggers and teeth like little knives. It was her partner in fact. Her lover, changed before they had had the chance to get married. Of course in this state his beautiful words that had once waxed poetic to her in the early light of the morning was now reduced to growls and grunts. He did anything she asked, as he had as a human. But she still felt a tug of guilt as he dragged this newest mortal to the dungeon.

Finally, as she headed back into the hall to head back upstairs, she looked in the full length mirror. Her shaggy hair had changed into a long black mane. Her nails and teeth, the same as that of her lover. She thought back upon that day. The happiest and worst day of her life.

The day her and her lover had been cursed.

*************************************************************************************And that is part 2! I will hopefully have part 3 up soon. This took a different turn than I had originally intended but I think I like this better.

Thank you for all the support and continued following!

 

Turning into a Monster

2030-

As we knew them Vampires didn’t exist…but, in another form, they were very much real. Thin pale skin, blood red eyes, nails like carving knives on the end of their fingers. They were nothing like the romantic, smiling, sparkling creatures the world had been admiring on the screen and in their books.

Scientists weren’t sure what caused or created them. No one knew if they began that way or something more like us. No one knew whether it was magic or a virus or evolution. How they began however had no effect on how dangerous they were. They had been wiping out the human race, countries at a time. The feudal class system had returned and who had been determined the elite of our society was hidden behind high, impenetrable walls while the rest of us were left to be slaughtered. Every branch of the military was in action. All over they were trying to figure out how to combat these monsters. Of course, everything in fiction was wrong. They attacked during the day, silver had no effect on them, garlic seemed ridiculous. Unfortunately the only thing the tales had gotten right is that they seemed to be immortal. Beheading them did work, but good luck getting close enough to behead one. They had lightning quick reflexes and were deadly.

As aforementioned no one knew how they came to be…but I knew they were like us once. Living and breathing humans. With feelings like love…and remorse. With families. How did I, just a commoner among the new hierarchy system, know all this information? I was turning into one. I first noticed when I had a dull, aching pain in my gums. Like a toothache starting up. The very next day as I was looking in the mirror I noticed it. The tip of a fang poking out.

Now, just two days later. I could see my skin paling, getting thinner. My pupils had gotten red to the point I needed to wear contacts. I had to hide it as long as I could. Long enough to tell the Emperor. You see, I was one of them. I knew how they evolved into their form. However, because I was turning into one, I also knew something vital to the survival of all mankind. To the survival of my loved ones…I knew how to kill them.

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Just wanted to write a quick short story. I was thinking about leaving it there but let me know if you want me to continue it into a longer story. Thank you all for the support as well!

 

Writing Prompt Short Story

an angel meticulously plans a criminal act with a monster

Ok so above is my writing prompt and below will be the story. I decided to try something new. If any of my followers have any writing prompts that they’d like me to use to write a short story let me know in the comments! Thank you!

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Sabella paced back and forth. Well I guess hovered would be the better term as her wings were fluttering at the speed of light and keeping her floating above the ground. She looked at the old and rusted clock on the wall for the thirtieth time in the past five minutes. “Where is that stupid troll?” she thought out loud. She shouldn’t even be here. She should be lounging on a cloud and pouring rain through the western hemisphere. Not here in this dirty, old, abandoned train station waiting to help a troll rob the palace.

Finally she heard shuffling through the halls. The green troll rounded the corner. At 8 feet tall, he had to duck under the ancient arches. His skin was scaly and rough and he had a slimy ooze running down his body at a steady rate. He walked towards Sabella at such a slow rate that she started hovering even higher as her anxiety grew. Each second longer that she was there she got more anxious. Constantly looking around and even up to make sure no one was there. Finally Glert, the troll, got to Sabella and looked up at her. She immediately launched into a million questions.

“How did it go? Did you talk to the council? Did you explain exactly what we were doing? OhMyGod are we really DOING what we’re doing? Should we not do what we’re thinking about doing? How’s my brother? Did you see my brother? Oh God what if they don’t even HAVE my brother? Are you sure they have my brother?” She finally took a deep breath and stopped her tirade, looking at Glert expectantly.

He very slowly blinked before simply replying, “Are you ready?” In a loud and brutish voice.

Sabella deflated. It was apparent she wasn’t going to get any answers out of Glert.

“Yes, yes I..I suppose we better go.”

She followed Glert out of the train station and into the dark night. Right in front of the palace. “Are…are you sure there isn’t anything you and your brother would like more than the royal jewels? A shiny precious stone perhaps…from a river? An unguarded river even?”

Glert just grunted and kept moving forward. Sabella sighed and waited for Glert to do his part in this heist. As he started throwing rocks at the palace, Sabella glided into the palace through the door that the guards left open as they ran after what they thought were children. She just hoped Gert didn’t hurt them….or worse. She glided silently and invisible through the palace and took the royal jewels, easier than a kid reaching into a cookie jar. As per their plan she left the palace and returned to the abandoned train station. There she found Glert already waiting…covered in blood.

“Oh…oh did you have to kill them?” Sabella cried. She collapsed to the ground holding her heart. The death of humankind always pained her.

Glert just grunted again. “Jewels.”

“Wha..oh, oh right. Very well. That’s all you care about. All you wanted anyway.” Sabella threw the jewels at Glerts feet. He picked them up gingerly. The most gentle movement Sabella had ever seen him make. After inspecting them for a minute he nodded and seemed satisfied.

Sabella spoke up, “Now…now that I have upheld the part of my bargain, I want my brother back.”

Glert looked at her for a moment before nodding. He started walking deeper into the tunnel and Sabella took is as a sign to follow. She followed Glert to a big iron door that she hadn’t known was there. Glert knocked 5 times in a rhythmic pattern and the door opened. Inside she couldn’t see anyone or anything that had opened the door. In here were more doors than she could ever imagine. Gert led her to a tall heavy one that looked enchanted. As she approached she felt herself getting weaker. The enchantment was to suppress magic. Gert opened the door and stood aside.

Sabella looked hesitantly inside. “Gabriel?” she called into the room. Her voice echoed letting her know how large the room was. She took a couple more steps in and suddenly the door clanged shut behind her. She immediately rushed back to the door and started banging on it.

“Glert! Glert! Open the door! We had a deal!” she screamed. She yelled and yelled but the door stayed shut. She walked to the back of the room and searched around. It was big and round…and extremely empty.  She got to the last corner of the room and gasped. There, on the floor, was her brother Gabriel. He was dead. She sobbed and fell against the floor. Facing the same fate as her dear brother.

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Sabella looked hesitantly inside the large room. “Gabriel, are you in there?” She heard no response. Her voice echoed letting her know how large the room was. She looked back at Glert who stood motionless and hesitantly took a few more steps into the dark room. Immediately she heard the heavy metal door shut behind her.

“Glert! Open the door! Please! We had a deal! Please, I just want my brother back!”

Suddenly through the small space in the door her brother, Gabriel appeared.

“Gabriel! Oh I am so happy you’re ok! Please, open the door so we can get out of here and go home!” She cried with relief. They’d finally be going back home. After a moment though she realized the door wasn’t opening. She looked at her brother still standing there.

“Gabriel…why aren’t you opening the door? Please!”

Gabriel turned away from her, “I am sorry sister…goodbye.”

The small opening in the door was shut as Gabriel walked away.

“NO! No Gabriel please! Come back! Please!” Sabella sobbed, banging against the heavy door. She pounded at the door, the tears flowing freely. After what seemed like ages she slid down onto the cold hard floor. She would never escape from this room.

*************************************************************************************So that’s my story for the writing prompt, I hope you all liked it. I couldn’t decide which ending I liked better so I decided to put them both up. Let me know in the comments which you liked better! And, as always, have a good night!

The almost wedding of Julia Parker

I sat in the taxi fidgeting the tulle under my gown and thinking I’d rather be at home in my flannel pajamas instead of going to this wedding any day. My wedding as it turned out. You would think in 21st century America arranged weddings would be extinct. Unfortunately for me I was 1/28th part Indian and my parents were 1/10th Indian. Spiritually and mentally however they were 100% Indian through and through so it should have come to no surprise when they told me they were marrying me to an Indian prince who live in Oklahoma but was wealthy from the land and people he owned back in India. I kicked and screamed and didn’t eat for a week but I couldn’t convince them to let me out of it. Another downside of being part Indian was that I was spoiled rotten by my parents who were rich from an inheritance. Some long lost Aunt had died back in India and even though my mother couldn’t remember her she was apparently the favorite niece. This meant I had no job, no income, and no place of my own. If I disobeyed my parents and didn’t go through with the marriage I would be homeless in the middle of nowhere, Oklahoma. My name is Julia Parker. I am 19 years old and I am being married to a 29 year old man who I have never met who has 3 wives back in India. I repeated this to myself in the taxi numerous times because part of me still couldn’t believe it was happening. And then there was Alex.

Alex was my best friend back in Rhode Island. We talked and hung out all the time and only because I would sneak out at night. My parents would have a stroke at the thought of me being unsupervised with a male. Especially a 22 year old white male with full tattoo sleeves on each arm. Alex dressed almost entirely in leather or denim and rode a Harley. He was rough and tough on the exterior but inside was sweet as cotton candy. The feeling where it’s almost too sweet but you can’t help to take another bite. The truth was that recently I had started looking at Alex as more than a friend. The subtle hand brushes against our sides or the just too long hugs made me think that maybe he felt the same. I sighed as a loud honk brought me back to the present. We had arrived at the church for my very traditional Indian wedding complete with belly dances. I exited the taxi and walked towards the church. Looking around I saw bright colors, heard the drums being played and even heard the horse that the groom would arrive on. Out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw a flash of black. Shiny black leather. I whipped my head around but no one was there except the belly dancers. Heading into the church I caught a glimpse of the canopy we would stand under for the ceremony. It was tall and actually quite pretty. The whole thing would be pretty if I wasn’t so against it all.

I was walking towards the powder room when I was grabbed from behind and dragged into a small dressing room. I would have screamed had a hand not covered my mouth. Looking down I saw the finishes of an ornate tattoo sleeve. I spun around and came face to face with Alex. He didn’t say anything, just leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. We looked into each other’s eyes and I realized he didn’t need to say anything. He gave me his famous half smirk and grabbed my hand as we tip toed through the kitchen and out the back door.

I suddenly didn’t worry about anything. I wasn’t worried about where we would go or how we would afford it or even what my parents would think. I couldn’t stop myself from laughing as we rode to the train station on the groom’s stolen horse.

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So the part in bold was my writing prompt for this story. It could definitely have been improved with more length and detail. Maybe even what happens to Julia and Alex or more about how they met but I’m feeling quite exhausted today and I do actually like the picture of them taking off on the groom’s horse which is what the groom usually rides in on in a traditional Indian wedding. I did a little bit of internet research for this one and I hope everything was correct as far as Indian weddings go. I hope you all enjoyed the story and, as always, have a good night!

Lost

Many years ago I knew a young lady. Her name was Hazel Moss. Her and I would joke countless hours about how her name pretty much described moss. She would argue that it was creative. I would argue that her parents were drugged up hippies when she was born. She never argued with the latter.

Hazel loved to take walks. She’d walk in the woods. Walk around the lake. She’d walk anywhere as long as she could take the camera I gave her for her birthday with her. She loved taking pictures as much as she loved walks. She would give me her camera and ask me to develop her favorites.

Hazel didn’t have a job.  She said that working with people brought her down and exhausted her soul. She preferred to be in nature. Whenever we met we would meet in the abandoned shack in the woods that she called home. She frequented the free boxes at yard sales. All of her furniture, decorations, and necessities came from yard sales with the exception of her pictures. She hung her pictures everywhere. She said they made her feel like she was in different places at once. Like she could fly.

For many years Hazel lived in that shack. She loved it and maintained it as well as you could for a jobless person who lived in an abandoned shack. One day a few drunk teenagers came across Hazel’s shack while she was taking a walk in the woods with her camera. They kicked her furniture. They tore down her sheets, and smashed her ceramics. They peed on her bed and poured gas on her clothes. Maybe this could have all been forgiven. Maybe if they had left after all that I wouldn’t be writing this story. Unfortunately maybes have yet to turn back time. They burned her pictures. They took each one and torched it in the flame of a lighter. Such a small flame and yet, it did such damage. After all her pictures were a pile of charred ash and only a few colorful corners remained, they burnt down the rest of the shack. The wood charred and discarded on the forest floor. I don’t know Hazel’s reaction to this. I don’t know what she did when she came back and witnessed what had become of her beloved home and her treasured pictures. She might have cried and cried. The wailing mixing with the birdsong. She might have yelled and threw whatever was left until her throat was sore. Knowing Hazel I find it most likely that she sat on the forest floor. Quiet for a very very long time.

I do however know what she did next. You see I know what happened to the shack because it was in the news the next morning. I was sitting there with my morning coffee and a cucumber sandwich halfway to my mouth when the story flashed across the screen. It was in that same news story that showed my darling Hazel, laying at the bottom of a cliff off of highway 10. She had jumped, of course, because she would never had ridden in a car. Besides there were no other debris besides her fragile body, now broken.  She was in a better place now I suppose. One positive thought to brighten the pain and sorrow that I felt. At the very end my darling Hazel had learned how to fly.

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So first let me say that this story is entirely fiction and made up. The names are made up, the highway is made up. Even the cucumber sandwich is made up as I’ve never had one in my life. This started as a story to a picture writing prompt that showed only some bare wooden trees. I started out with a very different idea but I definitely like this one better. Please let me know what you think! Thank you very much.

The Sun Is Failing

So I decided to follow a writing prompt generator found here:https://thestoryshack.com/tools/writing-prompt-generator/.

Below is my writing prompt details that I was given and under that will be my story. Thank you and I hope you enjoy it!

  •  Word count: 550
  •  Genre: Fairy Tale
  •  Character: A repairman
  •  Material: A mysterious liquid
  •  Sentence: “You will take the fall for this.”
  •  Bonus: The Sun is failing.

 

The Sun is Failing:

It had been a long hard day at the workshop. Leprechauns kept paying him in fake gold for their expensive repairs and he couldn’t ban Leprechauns from his shop because of that blasted Fair Creatures Act of 2200.  Jack started his walk home after work and tried not to think about tomorrow when he’d have to explain for the fiftieth time that, no he wasn’t THAT Jack, and he didn’t have any idea why the beanstalk had popped up in the middle of town and if magic beans were to blame. He was fine with magical creatures, fairy tales, and even the bubble gum river some amateur wizard has created in his backyard. Lately though, everything seemed to be getting out of hand. The centaurs wouldn’t come out of the woods and the fairies were tired of low flying vehicles getting in their way. It was enough to drive any human crazy. Finally home Jack settled in with his modest dinner of bean soup and turned on the news. The beautiful blue sprite that Jack always rushed home to see was already done with her news and had switched over to Temple, the elderly gnome who hated his job. Jack just caught the end of his news story.

“…Well folks, it seems as if the sun IS indeed failing. The city council assures us it has their best people on the job but so far, nothing seems to be working. Back to you Sunder.”

Jack barely even paid attention as the blue sprite came back onto the tv to talk about the unicorn showing. The sun was failing? How could that be? In the millions and millions of years the Earth had existed, the sun had never failed. Why now? Shaking his head and wondering what the world was coming to, Jack washed his bowl and went up to bed.

The next day was even weirder for Jack. Sure no one asked him about any beanstalks which was a definite improvement but all anyone could talk about was the sun. He heard countless theories from his customers about what the cause could be but they all seemed as unlikely as the last. The Alien community had been peaceful for a century now and vampires had declared their annual slumber weeks ago. All the usual culprits of big crimes were in the underground lockup and, with the new dragons in place and the trolls finally armed, they weren’t likely to escape.

It wasn’t until well after lunch when Jack heard something that caused him to take pause and listen. Two old hags were walking past when he overheard their conversation.

“I heard it was that beanstalk that popped up in the middle of town. The thing is so high that its poking into the sun, and there’s a mysterious green liquid that’s been pouring down the beanstalk” , said the hag with the crow hat.

“I don’t know, there hasn’t been a beanstalk that size in ages”, exclaimed the other as they walked away.

Jack sat as his workbench pondering this for a moment. Could the beanstalk have something to do with the sun failing? It seemed unlikely a beanstalk would reach that high and even if it had, wouldn’t it just catch fire? He shook his head and started packing up his tools for the day. He decided it was time to have a talk with Kiwi, his old friend.

Walking downtown always made Jack feel a little uneasy. Sure the Orcs hadn’t attacked recently and the relations between Orcs and humans were getting better, but humans still weren’t that welcome in the downtown area. Here the Fair Creatures Act had been ignored but humans were targeted with buildings everywhere bearing signs that read, “No Admittance to Humans.”

Finally getting to the old brick building, Jack knocked on the wooden door until he heard steps. Finally the door was opened to reveal Kiwi, an elderly elf who had become a hermit in his later years. He was one of Jack’s only non-human friends after they worked together in a factory for many years.

“Jack! It’s so good to see you! What brings you to these parts?”

“Hello Kiwi! I wanted a word, might I come in?”

“Of course, of course. Come right in!”

Jack followed Kiwi in and shut the door behind him. The room had dirt and grass on the floor with plants growing in every spare place they could be put. Kiwi was a wood elf and filled his home with the forest wherever he could.

“So Jack, what did you come to talk about? I haven’t seen you in ages!” exclaimed  Kiwi.

“It has been quite a while with work and the Leprechauns are back at their old tricks during this season. Actually I came to talk about the news recently Kiwi, the sun is failing!”, Jack said, surprised Kiwi didn’t know.

“No! I hadn’t heard without tv, and you know I’m not much for visitors. Do they know what’s causing it?” inquired Kiwi.

“Well everyone has their speculations, but no one knows for sure. I heard an interesting bit of conversion today though that has me thinking. Two old hags were walking and discussing that maybe it was the beanstalk that sprung up in town recently. No one knows where it came from and I thought perhaps with your knowledge of them…I know you’re reluctant to talk about when you dealt in beans but, it could be of some use. Can they really grow that tall Kiwi?” Asked Jack, still in shock over the rumored height.

Kiwi was quiet for some time, as he didn’t like to talk about his life before moving to the city and settling down. Finally he nodded slowly as if deciding he best impart some wisdom.

“Yes Jack, they can indeed grow that tall. Taller even. One was rumored to reach the heavens in the olden days. I suppose it is entirely possible one is causing issues with the sun. They are flame-proof you know, and grow very well in bright light. The sun has been flickering as of late. I suppose I should have known the rumors, even here in the dregs of town, had some truth to them.”

“Wow”, whistled Jack, “flame proof…are they indestructible Kiwi?” he mused.

“No, no nothing like that. They can be chopped down just like any ordinary tree. The bean juice that they’re filled with keeps them safe from flame since they flourish in bright lights.”

After this Kiwi was silent for a while. Finally he looked at Jack with calculating eyes.

“We both know who your great great grandfather was Jack, but you don’t have anything you must live up to. I’ve never said a word and no one even knows your family existed in anything but a fairy tale. Beanstalks are dangerous. Not the stalk itself but what it can draw to the town and to the one who destroys the beanstalk. You know the giants have never signed the peace treaty and wherever there is a beanstalk a giant is far from trouble. Please don’t go looking for trouble Jack.” pleaded Kiwi.

“No I suppose I shouldn’t.” mused Jack. Though even then he was considering how hard it could be to cut down a beanstalk. He could win the town’s affection, charge better rates. Move out of his rickety shack of a home. Kiwi must have seen the look in Jack’s eyes because he said next, in a warning tone.

“Your great great grandfather may have saved the town Jack, but he’s also the one who planted the magic beans in the first place and brought them to this world. DON’T get involved Jack, you will take the fall for this whole situation if you do.”

Jack nodded his head in agreement and headed off back home. He was sure Kiwi was right. Getting involved would do more harm than good and really there were plenty of other young men who could cut down a beanstalk. Still, he wondered as he neared his home, it would be nice to afford a new cow.

*****THE END*****

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Well I went over my word limit lol. I decided not to completely finish the story with the sun getting fixed. I like the allude to the cow in the original fairy tale and I think I like this ending. If you really want me to make a part 2 let me know in the comments section! I hope no one was too bored with the long dialogue. I’m more used to writing poetry and I’m still struggling with short stories a bit. Look for more to come and thank you again for reading!