Thursday, June 3, 2004

A little bit of this and that
So, I guess . ..

woah. Lost my train of thought.
Anyway. Here's a bit of a story I was working up. I like it.
But tear it up and give me your opinions please.
And I mean PLEASE!!!!!!


"Mel, you get back here. Now."
"No."
"This is not the way you treat older sisters."
"Wrong, because this is the exact way I treat older sister."
"Mel, this is not a game. Mother and Father told us to stay inside today. We have to follow their rules."
"I do not like those rules."
"Mel . . ."
"Fee . . ."
"I am the authority here! I am the oldest. I am the smartest. I am the most mature."
"And the stinkiest!"
"Melek!"

This is when Rusty walked on the scene. "Hey Fee, is your head going to explode?" He had every right in asking, because any normal person would have recognized her red faced rage the same way, and she would have delivered the same glare, aptly nicknamed "the stare of death" by her little brother.

Rusty, not the little brother, but the best friend, turned his eyes away and went back to examining a colorful slug that had caught his attention when he had followed his friend outsede. "Come on Rusty," Melek, the true to nature little brother, tugged lightly on Rusty's cotton shirt. "Fee is having a coniption."
"Where did you learn that word?" Fee asked in an icy timbre.
"Not from me, Fee, honest." Rusty felt that the best thing to do when his friend's sister was angry was to get out of her way as quickly as possible. Also, he didn't even know what cun-ip-shun meant anyhow. "Thank you, Rusty . . . but I was asking Mel." Fee, in her state of roiling madness was quite the site. Her mousy brown hair just crackled with electric rae and her usually bright blue eyes were dark and fearsome. The fact that she was wearing a pink and purple polka-dot sun-dress somehow made her seem all the more frightening.
Melek, due to years of exposure, was completely impartial to his sister's mood. In fact, he was rather pleased that he had been able to work her into such a tizzy at this hour of the morning. However, he possessed the attention span of a kitten and was already to the brink of insane boredom. "Come on, Rusty," he poked his friend in the back to get him moving.

Just when they were five steps closer to freedom, Fee shouted that she would come along too if the little monsters insisted on being unavoidable pests.
So, the three were on their way. On a random island of Oceani, three young people could find much to do. Not that Fee, being the authority on everything as she was at just past twelve years of age, was happy about it. The Luster parents had left their two children and Rusty in the bungalo while they went off and did adult things. Fee had been skeptical about taking a vacation to an island with a name she couldn't pronounce in a place she couldn't even see in her head on a map, but now her numb-brained parents had left her all alone to fend off the wild fancies of two nine-year-olds on a tropical island! She had always known that adults lost most of their common sense as they grew up, but the situation she found herself to be in was beyond anything she could've called stupid. It was immoral. The absolute worst thing that any situation, person, or action could be: immoral. She had learned the word from her father, but its meanings she had devised through her own superior wisdom.

Melek was not in much of a thoughtful moood, like his sister was, as he sauntered along the dirt path that led away from the bungalo. He was never much of a thinker, more of an explorer. A "curios monkey" as his parents like to refer to him. Everyone knew monkeys were stupid, but Melek accepted that trait whole-heartedly. As long as it bothered Fee, it had to be all rihgt. Then, he also shared this trait with his one-and-only-all-time-best-friend-forever-infinity-plus-two, Rusty Spots. Rusty was even less of a thinker than Melek. He tended to forget where he was and what he had been doing, but that's why he had Melek, so he would remember again. Really, the two boys were made for eachother.

After only a few minutes, the path widened out and joined an even bigger path, actually much more a road with tightly packed dirt that showed a scar here or there where traffic tended to travel, when there was traffic, all wagons and mules of course.
THe three children began to walk out into the road, none paying much attention to one another. Fee was brewing mad means of torture for her obnoxious sibling; Melek was imagining how he could become Indiana Jones in this setting; and all the while Rusty was noticing that a strange man was staring at him from a little further on. The sight of the person could have been quite alarming, for her wore only an animal hide skirt and loads of spiny white jewlery. The man's hari was ghost white but at least three times as big as his head. All in all, the bent old thing looked like a witchdoctor, and that's exactly how Rusty addresed him when he waved hello.
"Rusty!" Fee scolded quietly, for she too had now noticed the man and had been hoping to pass by him without confrontation. Rusty met her glare with his innoncent brown eyed ignorance, and Fee sighed, knowing there was nothing to be done.
"Hello, little ones." The old man spoke in a gentle way, but oddly accented. "How are my fine friends today?"
Melek took to answering at once. "Very fine. . . I mean well. Yes, well." This old geezer was terribly interesting. The lines on his dark face were like canyons when he smiled, which he did perpetually. His teeth were crooked, but well kept. He had to be one-hundred at least, but still spry and lively. Then there were his eyes, black as a blackhole and glistening with what Mel could only say was mischief. "Wonderful it is. It is." The old man rocked back on his heels, then forward again. He leaned over, squinting, "Tell me, do you believe in magic?" With one flick of his scrawny wirst, he had produced a beautiful if fragile white flower. Melek and Rusty were spell bound.
"I'm so sorry, but we must be going now, Mother is waiting just up the road." Fee chimed in with polite distrust. She despised the old man already, with his lame slight of hand tricks.
"I love magic!" Melek exclaimed.
"Oh . . . I just knew you did." The old man straightened back up and measured the boys with a glance. " I can show you something."
"No thank you!" Fee interrupted, grabbling Mel by the shoulder and Rusty by the arm. Her danger meter had been activated, and she started to back away. "We do not want any."
"Is that so?" The old one wrinkled up his nose and pursed his lips. "Isn't that rude?"
"Don't mind Fee, Mister Witch Doctor," Melek broke away from his sister's grasp and stumbled forward. "She doens't believe in any magic . . . at all."
"That true?" The old man had his arms folded across his lean chest. His bony fingers curing and uncurling in turn.
"She says, 'if I can't prove it, I can't believe it," but not me, oh no, I love all that stuff!" Melek was bouncing with excitement.
"Miss, I hope your brother is mistaken. For a dangerous attitude that is here." His deep brown skin glistened in the sun as he stepped closer. "You do believe in Signs, don't you?"
Fee dug her fingers into Rusty's arm and swallowed. "No, superstition is only a showing of ignorance." Melek had moved beside the old man, examining the strings of bone jewlery.
"Pity. Pity." He turned around and shewed Melek away. "Be on with you, rain is coming." The sky was a clear sheet of blue, which made both Melek and Rusty wonder, but they walked on anyway with Fee's hands on their shoulders.
She, on the other hand, was too worried about the despicably weird old man and how serious he had been asking if she believed in signs. When she had said no, like any other intelligent person, he had turned away with the saddest look in his eye. She could have gone the whole rest of her life without seeing him.
"Oi!" The old man called to them. Fee did not want to turn around, but she did anyway. "Mis Phoenix Renee Luster," he said, "be careful what you don't understand. There are some places logic does not exist at all." The he turned on his heel briskly and disappeared into the nearby jungle. When Fee turned to the boys they seemed totally unaware of that last comment.
"Did you mention my name?" She asked.
"Huh, no . . . I mean, I don't think so." Melek answered, slightly preoccupied by some other random though."
"Well, you must have . . . must have." She pushed the boys onward towards a hill, only slightly disturbed by . . . the situation which she would promptly make herself ignore.

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