in honour of CARYNblur enuf not to noe, is her bdae today, 28 May, YES?!!> , imma gonna release the LATEST and FINAL installment of my "ghost story" BEEG flying commas, cos i dun think it can scare..ghosts. so if ur not a ghost, u will b scared. onli if ur a ghost, u wont b scared..hmm am i making sense? or dollars? sense = cents! hehe..
http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m172/cocojam/Happy_Birthday.gif haiyo cant paste any pics here leh?!!!
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The Adventure
The worms had come to a concession. They agreed to keep Dave hostage and was going to send him to The Queen the first thing next morning. Dave wallowed in self-pity as he tried to sleep. Crude accommodation was provided for him: A makeshift bed of unwashed and putrid cloth in a tiny tent.
“How thoughtful, they even left me food.” Dave muttered under his breath, regarding the bowl of horrible-smelling, chunky broth with disgust. His stomach was growling like a wild thing, so he had no choice but to swallow the broth bit by agonising bit. Besides, Dave had to keep his energy level up so he could get out of the god-forsaken place to warn The Queen of the presence of the creatures. The idea seemed virtually impossible as a stout guard had been placed outside Dave’s tent, under strict orders to keep him from escaping. Dave’s face lit up as he thought of a plan. There was hope. It had to work.
So he sat on his “five-star-royal-bed” as thoughts of getting caught ran through his mind over and over again, like a train who managed to defy all laws of resistance, be it land or air. He took deep breaths to calm himself down, and finally assured himself that nothing bad would happen to him. Nothing at all. So he waited, anxiety coursing through him.
In the dead of the night, Dave sprinkled some sleeping powder on the guard. In no time flat, it started to yawn non-stop and soon collapsed, snoring softly. Before Dave had set off, he was prepared to face some unpleasant creatures so he demanded a small amount of sleeping powder from The Queen. She had agreed without hesitation and produced a pocket-sized silk pouch, cautioning that the magical powder could only work at night, whereas, during the day, the powder only made people slightly drowsy and ill-tempered. Incredulously, Dave accepted the pouch. He opted not to use the powder on the worm at first as there would be little effect on it. Also, he wanted to save it for a precarious situation like this.
Dave crept out of the tent soundlessly, kicking the guard and spitting on it for good measure. It grunted and turned slightly, before falling into a deep slumber again. Satisfied that the powder had worked its magic, Dave then inched away from the worms’ camp. Once out of hearing distance, he allowed himself a tiny whoop of joy before continuing to race towards the Undercity. While he was sprinting for his life, literally, he felt the adrenaline course through him. It had never felt so good to run, free, breathing in all the fresh, crisp night air! When he reached the palace, nobody had woken up yet. Fat beads of perspiration were forming on his head as he panted, trying to catch his breath.
Dave gasped in horror before his hands instinctively rushed to his mouth to stop himself from screaming out loud. At the palace gates, there was a guard. It would have been perfectly normal for a palace to have guards, let alone one guard. However, the guard was not human. It was a worm with anthers on its head. Dave shook his head and rubbed his eyes, half-convinced that some of the sleeping powder had taken effect on him. After taking a few deep breaths, he peered at the guard again.
“Oh my, that couldn’t be real,” he mumbled disbelievingly.
While he raced towards the house of the sorcerer, all the worms did not turn into people. The agony he felt then, the betrayal…If all those negative feelings, the loneliness, the depression, were written down, it would probably sear hearts and burn a gaping hole in the paper. The people of the Undercity turned out not to be people but monsters! To think Dave had placed so much trust in them!
“They must have cast a spell on me,” Dave thought, still hoping, hoping desperately, that it was true. His mother had told him that no matter what happened in the Undercity, the sorcerer would always be there to help. Dave willed hard that the sorcerer was not a monster but a human that could help Dave get back to his safe home, on Earth. He knew that he had not much time before the whole city would wake up. Then, what would become of him? He chose not to think of his fate and sprinted with all he could to the sorcerer.
Knock, knock! Dave pounded desperately on the heavy wooden door of the sorcerer’s potion shop. He heard an irritated grunt before the door creaked open. “What do you want?” the sorcerer exclaimed groggily, very much annoyed by the surprise visit. To Dave’s utmost relief, the sorcerer was human! Dave was so elated that he hugged him, almost knocking the poor old man down. He then explained that the whole city was filled with monsters.
“And what makes you think that I’m not one of them?” the sorcerer grinned, waving his wand. Instantly, the old man shot up and transformed into a beast, much more hideous than all the other creatures. He had a long, white beard and wore a shining crown on his head. Two horrifying, razor-sharp teeth raced down towards Dave’s neck.
“NOOOOOOOO!!!” Dave screamed his head off, and literally, it did come off. Now the people of the Undercity wait patiently for the next unfortunate owner of the grand house. The moral of the story? Never judge a book by its cover, or a house by its grandeur. More importantly, if something sounds too good to be true, then it probably is.
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haha the ending is quite o.o right? nvm i think tt shall b my style, writing o.o endings! HAPPY BDAE CARYN!
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