WA- fantasy story #1

Once upon a time- as fairly all tails seem to start- there was a brother and a sister. The older one was a young boy named Thomas, who was neither too smart nor too dull. Thomas was the apple of his sister’s eyes and seemed to be loved by almost everyone. Then there was his little sister Julia. Julia, unlike her brother, did not seem to be too smart nor was she loved by everyone; in fact she was ignored.

Thomas and Julia lived in a small apartment with their stepmother and father. They weren’t a rich family, but they got by. This however wasn’t good enough for their stepmother; she wanted jewelry and fancy parties. One night, when Julia and Thomas were in their beds, the wicked woman confronted the siblings’ father.

“They cost so much to bring up,” She whined. “What if we just left them some where? Like the park. They would be fine- I’m sure someone would happily bring them up as their own.” Their father, who was under the slight influence of certain liquids, let out a grunt and scratched his head.

“Please honey-poo,” she begged and grasped his hand. He let out another grunt and the stepmother squealed with delight, apparently taking the noise as a ‘yes’. “I love you sweetie!”

Maybe, if she had known that the boy Thomas was awake and listening to every word that had been said, she may have been quieter.

Placing the blanket carefully on the park-green grass, the stepmother, Julia, and Thomas sat down. Thomas looked around, carefully taking in all that he saw. This was a part of the park he had never been to before; it was farther from where most people sat and on the edge of a small bit of lush forest.

“Ducklings?” Their stepmother smiled handing Julia two sandwiches, “I’m not too hungry right now. Howze about the two of you go play. But don’t be too long.” The two of them looked at each other. “What’s wrong? Go on now, off with you.”

Thomas grasped Julia’s hand and led her into the woods, “Thomas?” Julia asked, coming to a stop once they were out of sight of the picnic basket and the person sitting beside it.

Thomas looked around them, “She wanted to leave us.” He laughed uncomfortably, “Just leave us in the park and hope someone would pick us up. But we’ll show her. All we need to do is just get through this forest, then we’ll be away from them both.”

“But what about father?”

“Father?”, Thomas’ grip tightened, “Father didn’t stand up for us. He agreed with her! He wants us gone, Julia!” He instantly felt bad about the tone he had spoken to his sister in. Thomas began to walk again pulling her along.

Soon the light began to fade in the forest and the air began to cool. There seemed an awful lot of forest for such a small area. The ivy in the forest quivered as a breeze rushed on through. Thomas angrily stared at the leaf littered trail before him as Julia lagged behind. The sun set before he finally stopped walking. Smiling, he told his sister to eat her sandwich (which she happily nibbled on) as he went off to find fire-wood. He soon came back, a broad smile across his face, “Julia you wouldn’t believe what I found.”

It was a small house. But not just any small house; this one was made of candy and sweet cakes. Thomas felt proud as his younger sister stared in awe at this unbelievable marvel. She suddenly let out a shriek and grasped her brother’s arm.

“What is it Julia?” He inquired.

“It’s the witch’s house brother! The witch that tried to eat Hansel and Gretel; she lives here.”

Thomas laughed, “Even if this was her house she was pushed into an oven, right?” Julia nodded slowly.” Now come on, sister, let’s get something sweet to eat.” They had happily grabbed several chucks off the house, before they heard a scratching. Both of them paused and looked at each other nervously.

“Where is that coming from?” Thomas bravely began to follow the noise while Julia followed close behind. They finally came up to what appeared to be a large oven, overgrown with assortments of ivy and other shrubs. Only curiosity made Thomas open the door to that stove.

WA- fantasy story #2

Once upon a time- as fairly all tails seem to start- there was a brother and a sister. The older one was a young boy named Thomas, who was neither too smart nor too dull. Thomas was the apple of his sister’s eyes and seemed to be loved by almost everyone. Then there was his little sister Julia. Julia, unlike her brother, did not seem to be too smart nor was she loved by everyone; in fact she was ignored by every one but her brother. However she was quite a clever girl and often had more common sense than most of the people she knew. The two loved each other very much and were practically inseparable.

Thomas and Julia lived in a small apartment with their stepmother and father. They weren’t a rich family, but they got by. This however wasn’t good enough for their stepmother; she wanted jewelry and fancy parties. One night, when Julia and Thomas were in their beds, the wicked woman confronted the siblings’ father.

“They cost so much to bring up,” She whined. “What if we just left them some where? Like the park. They would be fine- I’m sure someone would happily bring them up as their own.” Their father, who was under the slight influence of certain liquids, let out a grunt and scratched his head.

“Please honey-poo,” she begged and grasped his hand. He let out another grunt and the stepmother squealed with delight, apparently taking the noise as a ‘yes’. “I love you sweetie!”

Maybe, if she had known that the boy Thomas was awake and listening to every word that had been said, she may have been quieter.

Placing the blanket carefully on the park-green grass, the stepmother, Julia, and Thomas sat down. Thomas looked around, carefully taking in all that he saw. This was a part of the park he had never been to before; it was farther from where most people sat and on the edge of a small bit of lush forest.

“Ducklings?” Their stepmother smiled handing Julia two sandwiches, “I’m not too hungry right now. Howze about the two of you go play. But don’t be too long.” The two of them looked at each other. “What’s wrong? Go on now, off with you.”

Thomas grasped Julia’s hand and led her into the woods, “Thomas?” Julia asked, coming to a stop once they were out of sight of the picnic basket and the person sitting beside it.

Thomas looked around them, “She wanted to leave us.” He laughed uncomfortably, “Just leave us in the park and hope someone would pick us up. But we’ll show her. All we need to do is just get through this forest, then we’ll be away from them both.”

“But what about father? It would not be fare for us so leave him”

“Father?”, Thomas’ grip tightened, “Father didn’t stand up for us. He agreed with her! He wants us gone, Julia!” He instantly felt bad about the tone he had spoken to his sister in for he saw tears well up in her large brown eyes. Thomas began to walk again pulling her along.

There seemed an awful lot of forest for a park wood- Julia thought to herself and immediately was on her guard. She had heard stories of young children getting lost or eaten while wandering alone. But it was far too late to turn back now, and she couldn't bare to leave her brother behind.

Soon the light began to fade in the forest and the air began to cool as small breezes rushed through the leaves and lush green ivy. Thomas angrily stared at the leaf littered trail before him as Julia lagged behind, a stick grasped lazily in his hand. The sun set before he finally stopped walking. Smiling, he turned to Julia and told her to eat her sandwich (which she happily nibbled on while sitting on a rotting log) as he went off to find fire-wood.

The forest was far from quiet at night, but rather natural noises seemed muted. Chirping crickets and small frogs led on a gentle symphony some where not too far off as the stars barely peaked past the thick canopy above. Only the sudden snap of twigs or rustle of leaves disturbed Julia and make her wonder what could be taking her brother. But often the source of the noises were only deer or mice searching for something to settle their restless stomachs.

But soon Thomas was back, a broad smile across his face, “Julia you wouldn’t believe what I found.” Her eyes narrowed suspiciously, but she followed her sibling.

It was a small housemade of candy and sweet cakes. Thomas felt proud as his younger sister stared in awe at this unbelievable marvel. She suddenly let out a shriek and grasped her brother’s arm.

“What is it Julia?” He inquired.

“It’s the witch’s house brother! The witch that tried to eat Hansel and Gretel; she lives here.” Such common knowledge.

Thomas laughed, “Even if this was her house she was pushed into an oven, right?” Julia nodded slowly, there was a strange that pulled one to the house. It seemed so kind a nonthreatening. "Now come on, sister, let’s get something sweet to eat.” They had happily grabbed several chunks off the house, before they heard a scratching. Both of them paused and looked at each other nervously.

“Where is that coming from?” Thomas bravely began to follow the noise while Julia followed close behind. They finally came up to what appeared to be a large oven, overgrown with assortments of ivy and other shrubs. Only curiosity made Thomas open the door to that stove.