<![CDATA[Silent Moonstone - Short Stories]]>Thu, 24 Dec 2015 20:27:06 -0800Weebly<![CDATA[The Aces]]>Mon, 02 Apr 2012 00:19:32 GMThttp://silentmoonstone.weebly.com/short-stories/the-acesThis was a short story idea that just fell into my head as I was researching things for my biology project. I hope y'all like it! (Reviews appreciated).  ENJOY 
<3 Silver

The Aces
     Andrew glanced at his hand then back to William: four aces and the ten of spades. Four of a kind! Beat that! He thought. He could see William's hands were shaking just a tad too much and you could play connect-the-dots with the sweat on his brow.
     “Come on William—play your hand.” He said with his poker face.
Andrew and William had been friends for years. Two peas in a pod—they often joke about how they met in Sculley’s Tavern on Karaoke Night. Andrew had been attempting to sing ‘Friends in Low Places’ by Garth Brooks. 
     On a good day, Andrew couldn’t carry a tune to save his life. On that particular day, all the liquid courage he drank didn’t help improve his pitch and the audience validated it. William was part of that crowd and Brooks was his favorite. So he jumped in and gave Andrew a hand, saving him from being tossed out of the Tavern. From that day on they’d been the best of friends.
     When it came to cards, they always played for money. This time the stakes were high. Winner took all.
     “Gimme a minute Andy,” William said fumbling his cards from sweaty hands. His eyes kept darting between Andrew and his hand. “Royal Flush!” He said slapping down the cards with a splat.
     “Royal Flush, huh?” Andrew asked, raising an eyebrow.
     “Yeah, whatcha got to beat that?” William said, locking eyes with him.
     Andrew closed his eyes and took a shallow breath as he carefully put down his four aces and ten of spades. “Four of a Kind.” He replied softly.
     “Ha! Royal Flush trumps Four of a Kind!” William said with a nervous laugh.
     “It does, doesn't it?” Andrew questioned, his eyes still shut.
     “Well, yeah. It trumps all hands, don't it?” William replied tersely.

     As he opened his eyes, Andrew stared at Marty with a strange expression on his face. “I guess that it does, Will,” He muttered “I guess it does.”
     Before William even knew what was happening, Andrew grabbed his dewy unopened glass bottle and swung it at William’s head. The bottle connected directly with his temple and shattered, severely cutting William’s face. Blood splattered everywhere and William fell unconsciously to the floor.
     When he came to, he was in the passenger seat of Andrew’s rusty old pickup truck, pulling up to the emergency room. Williams’s eye was swollen shut and crusted over with blood, and he was still in a daze as Andrew grudgingly helped him into the hospital. On the way to the nurse’s station, the two men heard Garth Brooks' song ‘Friends in Low Places’ from the old-fashioned radio in the waiting room.
     William urged Andrew to a stop at the sound, a tear welling up in his good eye. “What gives Andy? I thought we was best friends! Why are you such a sore loser?” He asked confusedly.
     “We were best friends, Will. But, there are only four aces in a deck of cards.”


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<![CDATA[Sorting Hat Song]]>Tue, 13 Mar 2012 19:24:02 GMThttp://silentmoonstone.weebly.com/short-stories/sorting-hat-songLong ago when I was new,

More'n a thousand years ago,

I witnessed such great wandwork,

As most never hope to behold.

Four great founders created this school,

Each as virtuous as the next,

But each had their own opinion

Of which students were the best.

Gryffindor prized the bravest,

far more than the rest,

But Ravenclaw thought intelligence

would always be the best.

Hufflepuff thought a hard worker,

was all that one should be,

While cunning Slytherin said,

the ambitious ones we'll see.

So each one had their own house,

to teach the ones they chose,

but when they were getting on in years,

a slight problem arose.

Who would sort their students,

when they had passed on?

Then Gryffindor whipped me off his head,

and charmed me so I could see

every thought inside your head 

and determine what House you'll be!

So come on up, slip me around your ears,

and let me take a look,

to me your whole personality

is just an open book!


I wrote this for my new fanfiction: Second Time Around. I was originally going to give it its own license, but then I thought I would scare* two birds with one stone and put it up here too. 

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<![CDATA[Black Heart]]>Mon, 27 Feb 2012 23:48:45 GMThttp://silentmoonstone.weebly.com/short-stories/black-heart    Hello, everyone. To say I haven't written anything in forever would be an understatement. I've been focusing on Fanfiction, but it wouldn't feel write to put them here. (Not a spelling mistake- isn't it punny? :D)
    Umm... this story is based off the back of a candy box. Weird, I know. But better than nothing, right? It's the Black Heart candy company, if you're interested. I can't find the story online, or I'd link to it. In the spirit of the story, it's written in black. Can't see it? Highlight it!
    Disclaimer: Not my idea. No.
    I walked the streets with my best friend, Lorna. It was the holiday season, and we were having a fine time doing our Christmas shopping. We peered into every window we passed, a little boisterous with high spirits.
    "Amelie, come here!" Lorna called, pulling me into a candy store. We ducked in, and in the spur of the moment, decided to make a gingerbread house- from scratch. We picked up peppermint sticks and jelly leaves, gumdrops and chocolate drops. Lorna paused next to a small bin in the corner.
    "What about these?" She held up a handful of black licorice hearts.
    "No," I said, pulling her to the cash register. "Just don't."  She started to protest, but seeing the look on my face, ceased.
    After we paid for several pounds of candy, we went to our favorite coffee shop, and I told her just why the black hearts weren't a good idea.
    Years ago, when I was young girl in England, a candy store had opened in out village. The young owner, Edward, always had an array of bright confections and it was a thoroughly cheerful place. I'd stop there every day after school with my friends to look at the display in the window, and he'd often give us each a piece of his newest creation. These began to grow more and more exciting and exotic, as Edward tried to attract the attention of Angelina, a distant relative of my mother and the most sought-after girl in the village. Soon she'd also stop by every day and have a chat with us, while sneaking furtive glances at the handsome young candy maker. But fate was not kind to the shy young couple. Angelina's marriage had already been arranged, with David Greene.
    On the day of the wedding, which everyone in our town had been invited to, everyone was joyful but the bride. She seemed diminished, but only the ones who knew her best thought something wrong. Everyone else put it down to nerves. As the wedding finally ended, the mob carried Angelina and David to their new home. Everyone was looking forward to passing the candy store, which they expected to be full of the best treats imaginable to honor the wedding. They were unpleasantly surprised.
    The window was filled with nothing but black candy hearts. The door was locked, and Edward's house was empty. No one knew what to make of this, but upon close investigation of the whole village, they found a single rowboat missing. Strangely enough, its oars were untouched.
    Lorna gaped at me. "That's terrible!" she cried, squeezing my hand. "I'm so sorry!" I assured her it was all right, and we went back to the flat we shared. I glanced back at the candy store, and for a moment, it looked as if it was filled with black hearts.

    Cheery, no?  Please comment! I won't do anything more like this, it's too depressing, but I hope you enjoyed it!

Please check my Fanfiction page and drop a comment! You don't even have to have an account. My username is, surprisingly enough, AlabasterLily.
-Lily (duh)
   
   
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<![CDATA[Love is Truly Blind!]]>Thu, 23 Feb 2012 23:35:41 GMThttp://silentmoonstone.weebly.com/short-stories/love-is-truly-blindHi guys, Silver here! This is Kate's contest prize; Congratulations, Kate! As per her request, this is a poem about a Dinosaur that falls in love with a Strawberry Man... Hence the title, "Love is Truly Blind!". Nonetheless, it was extremely fun to write! Here you go:

Love is Truly Blind
She was large and brown,
And often felt down,
This lovely dinosaur lady.
He was small and red,
And not quite right in the head,
This crazy strawberry man.
So it was set,
That one day they met,
And became such good friends.
After many years,
They began to feel dear,
So fell in love they did.
This is a tale,
That never grows stale,
Of the strawberry man and his bride.
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<![CDATA[Written in the stars]]>Fri, 29 Jul 2011 19:51:12 GMThttp://silentmoonstone.weebly.com/short-stories/written-in-the-stars This is a one-shot I had an idea of doing.  Please read and review!
~Ice Cream Out!
   Rachel ignored Kennedy calling her down and sat staring at herself in her vanity mirror.  Anyone else would kill for the fancy party her parents were throwing for her.  She had refused angrily when last month, her parents began discussing plans for her party again.

   She had reluctantly put on the forest green gown her parents had chosen for her a couple of weeks back.  She traced the golden trim of her dress and sighed.

   Why must they put me through this Miriam?   She bit her lip.  Miriam.  She would have dragged Rachel out and force her to have a good time.  But then again, she wouldn’t be in this situation if Miriam weren’t gone. 

   She stared at her soulless self in the mirror again.  Her hair had been professionally done for the evening.  That evening she didn’t want to celebrate.  Kennedy and Amanda came bustling through the door, followed by Rachel’s mom. 

“Rachel, please all these people are here for you.” Her mother began again, still trying to convince her to join the party.  She opened the velvet box in her arms, revealing a golden tiara, sparkling with the glistening emeralds.  It was breathtakingly beautiful, but it didn’t change how she felt about the party. 

“Miriam picked it out for you, she knew you would love this green.” She stated. 

That made things worse for Rachel.  There was no way she could have a party , after Miriam’s sudden departure. 

  “Oh Rachel, its been 8 months.  Please be alright.” Her mother began soothing her, stroking her hair and cradling her teenage daughter. 

“I’m fine.” Was Rachel’s cold and untruthful reply.  Kennedy and Amanda were still in awe of the amazing crown.  Rachel stood up and plopped on her bed. 

“Oh, please don’t cry,” Amanda pleaded, “It’ll totally run the mascara, I spent almost an hour doing.” Kennedy angrily nudged her. 

“Come on Rach, take your mind off of… certain things.  Its not everyday you get a totally awesome sweet sixteen party.” Kennedy tried. 

Rachel mustered a smile with fake enthusiasm and agreed to accompany her friends to the party.  They insisted she wear the elegant tiara, so she did, but not for them, for Miriam. 

She found herself descending down the marble staircase to the main hall, where the party was being held.  To her immense embarrassment, they all cheered wildly and applauded for the birthday girl. 

She tried to stir up conversation with Dana and Melody, two girls who wouldn’t be considered friends, but lately had taken a sympathetic attitude toward Rachel. 

Unfortunately, William, Miriam’s old boyfriend took to dancing with quite a few girls, including Rachel.  Wouldn’t it be an insult to Miriam if he danced with her sister?

She stepped outside to take a stroll in their lovely garden, but found herself alone on the patio.  Finally some quiet.  The air was particularly chilly, so she wrapped herself in her soft white shrug. 

Quickly though, her grandma Maddie stepped onto the patio uninvited to join Rachel.   Obviously Maddie could tell Rachel wanted to be alone, but she took to talking to her granddaughter instead. 

Maddie finally broke the silence. 

“Still upset about Miriam aren’t you?  I was a bit shocked about her sudden death, but I had a feeling Miriam knew what was coming soon.  I think we all knew it it our hearts, but we didn’t want to admit it to ourselves.”

Rachel remained in silence and Maddie waited patiently. 

“No one seems to care, they all just…” she couldn’t string together any words to talk about the touchy subject, but Maddie understood.

“You’re very deep you know, which is why it hurts you more, but she wouldn’t have wanted it this way.”  Maddie replied, “Miriam was very brave, that’s why she chose the crown early on, she had a feeling she wasn’t going to be here, even if she didn't le .”  Rachel shook her head, “No.” Maddie lifted Rachel’s chin. “Look up dear, its all written in the stars.” 

Rachel brushed away a tear, “I don’t know what you mean.” Maddie smiled warmly, “she’s not here but she always will be, dear, she would want you to enjoy this party she spent so much time planning.” 

 “Miriam is here, with us, you can’t see her, but both of us know she is.” Maddie told her tenderly.  “She’s not gone.” 

At that moment, Maddie left the patio to Rachel, who stood all alone. But, not truly alone.  She stared up at the stars, and that instant, felt a warm gentle breeze brush past her.  She removed her shrug to let the gentle breeze touch her skin. 

Perhaps it would have been good for her to go in, and as if right on cue, her parents and friends approached her. 

“Oh dearie, we’re so sorry, we should have been more sensitive, are you alright dear?” her father looked at her with deep concern. 

Rachel looked outside to see the bright stars for the last time that night.  She smiled at the night sky, to acknowledge Miriam. 

She nodded. “I’m fine.” And for the first time in the past few months, she actually meant it. 
The end. Sorry it was so cheesy!
 


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<![CDATA[Away to L.A: Chapter 7]]>Sun, 15 May 2011 23:09:55 GMThttp://silentmoonstone.weebly.com/short-stories/away-to-la-chapter-7Title is self-explanitory, and I don't really have anything to say so here it is! Sorry this chapter is a bit cliche!
Chapter 7
Kylie and Bethany were walking back to the lunch table.  Only the middle of the week she thought to herself.  Ugh, how much longer till the weekend?  This week had been worse than the last.  Kylie Stewart had been plain awful.  She wished she hadn't been so caught up in thoughts of the devil when she bumped into the devil herself.  "Ugh, this top is new!" Kylie Stewart shrieked.  Kylie Ellis's train of thought had been broken after hearing the high-pitched shrill voice which had haunted her so, scream again.  She looked to see why Kylie Stewart was so mad, despite the fact the two girls had come face-to-face, and noticed a bit of lettuce an mayonnaise from her sandwich had made its way onto her shirt. Evil Kylie looked incredibly angry, angrier than she had ever been and immediately, grabbed a bowl of pasta overly drenched in marinara sauce from a kid who passed by them.  "Hey!" the boy snapped. "Get your own pasta!" Kylie Stewart turned and gave him a quick glare, silencing him for good. Before Kylie Ellis figured out what the evil Kylie had in mind,she found her hair covered in pasta.  Gross!  She could hear the kids snickering, and Bethany offering her napkins insulting Kylie Stewart under her breath.  That was the last straw.  Kylie was done with this girl.  She pushed away the napkins and dumped her chocolate milk on evil Kylie's head.  There were a few collective gasps and some laughter from the less popular, but no one laughed harder than Bethany.  Kylie Stewart was enraged, enough to start a food fight.  Which did follow after she threw her soup on to Bethany.  Kylie soon found herself crouched under a lunch table next to Josh.  They had a few laughs, and she was happy to know Josh was quite amused, and found her funny!  The good times didn't last though.  The principal arrived quickly and grabbed the troublemakers who started it.  Her, Bethany and Kylie Stewart.  What would happen now? 
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<![CDATA[My new short story series]]>Sun, 08 May 2011 21:20:40 GMThttp://silentmoonstone.weebly.com/short-stories/my-new-short-story-series  I'll still be doing away to L.A, but I'll be writing a couple of stories on the weirdest family you'll ever meet!  To think about it, they are so weird, you will probably never meet anyone like them.  Silver gave me a few ideas for the basics.  I've changed a few things though. Some stories, will feature weird songs I wrote so keep your eyes open.  
~Ice Cream Out!

The Swruartenmeyers 
Pedder- dad who plays the jaw harp in the family band.  His occupation is an ice cream truck driver.
Octavia- mom who plays the didgeridoo in band.  She works as a bear tamer in a Russian circus.  Sometimes, she will go to Russia for a month with her troop. 
Bobert and Boberta- 12 year old twins, Bobert looks up to his older brother and dad for inspiration. Boberta is a unique individual and is considered weird in school, and easily the most peculiar member of her family.  They both play electric ukuleles in the family band.  They hang out lot with their older brother. 
Billiam- 13 years old, considered a weirdo, but he is the smartest member of his family.  He aspires to be a mad scientist and is either with his siblings spying on their neighbors, ding dong ditching, and running around scaring small children by dressing up as vampires with big glasses who go boo! and do the Oogie-boogie or he is alone in his room performing crazy experiments.  He has no real friends although this doesn't appear to bother him.  He plays a harp in the band.  
Tobias- Meet the most normal member of this wackjob group, the family's singing toad,  who is also the lead sing in the band.  He is actually quite lazy and spends the day sitting on the couch eating potato chips watching Spanish soap operas. 
Follow these five freaks and their pet as they through daily life, they'll make you rethink abnormal!

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<![CDATA[Away to L.A: chapter 6]]>Sun, 08 May 2011 21:02:29 GMThttp://silentmoonstone.weebly.com/short-stories/away-to-la-chapter-6Sorry, I've been busy but I'm getting back for you!


Chapter 6
Kylie was in her room eating a moon pie.  A week ago the death of her had began.  A week ago, was the day the evil Kylie entered her life.  From being there only a day, she could get the sense  popular Kylie didn't like her.  She shouldn't have gone up to her.  Why couldn't she tell she was getting her hopes up?  She cursed herself for being naive.  Ever since that incident, and the fact the mean Kylie's crush had been real friendly to her, Kylie Stewart had silently made it obvious she was going to destroy Kylie Ellis.  The teacher trying to be nice to her didn't help either.  She remembered yesterday quite clearly. Her science teacher, Mrs. Washington, kept getting confused because they both had the same name.  
" Kylie, " she began softly.  Kylie Ellis looked up.  "No, not you, keep working dear." she said sweetly.  Kylie looked down at her paper.  The other Kylie was talking to Britta and Rhea, they were giggling in between every bit of gossip.   Mrs. Washington called her name quietly, but Kylie Stewart was the only one who didn't hear.  Finally, exasperated, she yelled angrily, "KYLIE STEWART!"  Finally looking up, she replied in a very irritated tone, "Yea what?  I'm trying to work here!"  Even though she had been talking.  Mrs. Washington regained her composure.  "Kylie, since there are two Kylies in this class, how about I call you Kylie S.?  Just this class. I could ask Kylie Ellis if she would mind being called Kylie E., but seeing how you barely reply to anything I say, I thing it would be more convenient if I called you Kylie S."  Kylie had a look of horror on her face, and Kylie Ellis could do nothing to change Mrs. Washington's mind.  She would rather be called Kylie E. than face the wrath of the evil Kylie, even though she had none nothing wrong.  Things like that didn't matter to Kylie Stewart she had been furious that day. 
Now, Kylie Stewart had protested by not talking in class, leading to Mrs. Washington having to change how everything was done in class.  Now, even outside of science, Kylie Stewart had everyone calling her Kylie E.  Not really a big insult to her, but it proved the power evil Kylie had over the rest of the students.  Kylie was dreading going back to school on Monday, but knew she had no choice.  She fell back on her bed and sighed.  


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<![CDATA[Things to do on an Elevator]]>Sun, 08 May 2011 20:33:34 GMThttp://silentmoonstone.weebly.com/short-stories/things-to-do-on-an-elevatorTHINGS TO DO ON AN ELEVATOR:

This is pretty much self-explanatory. Read and enjoy! - Silver :)

WARNING: DON'T TRY THIS YOURSELVES! If anyone who reads this decides to try it, Silent Moonstone is in no way responsible for their actions or the consequences of their actions.

1. Crack open your briefcase or handbag, peer inside and ask "Got enough air in there?"

2. Stand silent and motionless in the corner facing the wall without getting off the elevator.

3. When arriving at your floor, grunt and strain to yank the doors open, and act as if you're embarrassed when the doors open themselves.

4. Greet everyone with a warm handshake and ask him or her to call you Admiral.

5. Meow occasionally.

6. Stare at another passenger for a while. Back away slowly and announce in horror: "You're one of THEM!"

7. Say "DING" at each floor.

8. Say "I wonder what these will do" and push all of the red buttons.

9. Make explosion noises when anyone presses a button.

10. Stare and grin at another passenger for a while, and then announce: "I have new socks on."

11.
When the elevator is silent, look around and ask: "Is that your beeper?"

12. Try to make personal calls on the emergency phone.

13. Draw a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passengers: "This is my personal space!"

14. When there's only one other person on the elevator, tap their shoulder and pretend it wasn't you.

15. Push the buttons and pretend they give you a shock. Smile, and go back for more.

16. Ask other people if you can push the button for them, but push the wrong ones.

17. Hold the doors open and say you're waiting for your friend. After a while, let the doors close and say: "Hi Greg, how's your day been?"

18. Drop a pen and wait until someone reaches to help pick it up. When they reach for it, scream: "That's mine!"

19. Bring a camera and take pictures of everyone on the elevator.

20. Pretend that you're a flight attendant and review emergency procedures and exits with the passengers.

21. Swat at imaginary flies.

22. Call out for a group hug and enforce it.

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<![CDATA[The Grammar Nazis- We're Editing You!]]>Sat, 07 May 2011 01:42:32 GMThttp://silentmoonstone.weebly.com/short-stories/the-grammar-nazis-were-editing-you       Hey y'all! It's the weekend, guys! We saw this thing on dearblankpleaseblank about the Grammar Nazis. Hahahahaha. Here's our ridiculous story about them.
   
    Jedediah was writing his ten page paper. It was one o'clock in the morning, and he was still on the third page. His monster of a teacher had assigned it to him just THREE MONTHS AGO! Seriously, what kind of a moron did that?! It was like she thought her class was the only one in the whole school.
    His mother came in. "Jeddy, you poor baby, aren't you done yet? I'll get you a new iTouch when you're done. Make sure you proofread! And here's a box of Peeps." Jedediah smiled, than quickly pouted. When his mom walked out, he went back to smiling.
    He put his head down for a minute. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his hand. He opened his eyes to see a tiny, ugly little man. He had god awful style, was wearing knee high flat boots, khaki green pants, a mid thigh khaki jacket, a hideous belt with a shoulder strap, and an armband. He was also wearing a green hat, and strangely, a red pen strapped to his waist.
    "Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!" Suddenly, there were thousands of the ferocious little things. They all screamed and started attacking him with their pens. Jedediah was so surprised, he dropped his iPod. One of them said, "YOU ARE SENTENCED TO SUMMER SCHOOL!"
    "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

    Sorry, I wasn't in a writing mood. The others were helping me, but one of our other friends was here and they all started gossiping.
                                                -Lily
   
   
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