Smudge at the Grinning Stone

Smudge is a girl’s name for a very recluse person. Our Smudge is just like that. On far away islands she lived with enough other children to play with, yet never did. Instead the only time when the other children can spot her was at the Grinning Stone after school. Why would she want to be there? Everyone would ask. Nobody can really tell why Smudge remained at the Grinning Stone, it was like her friend, the only friend that understood her. 

Smudge seemed petulant at home, so she didn’t spend much time there. She’d only drop by her house at dinner time and any other normal family home procedures, such as bed time. When it wasn’t time for any of them to be done, she would hide behind swarthy shadow of the foreboding Grinning Stone.

Did this every change?

 

One Tuesday after school, a boy from Smudge’s class, wasn’t in the mood to immediately go home either, and decided to patrol the island. He came across the Grinning Stone, and spotted Smudge sitting there as usual. Five minutes later, for the first since I don’t know, the two children were at the Grinning Stone appearing miserable. They had a chat, about what makes them sad, and why home isn’t as nice as anywhere else on the island. Nobody could tell what they were chatting about, no one could understand anyway. The evening arrived, it was soon going to be dinner time so the Boy and Smudge went home. Since then, Smudge was seen a lot less at the Grinning Stone.

Olly & Pies

Simply put, Olly's kindness was abundant, though no one really noticed him. When someone was sad, Olly was always there to talk, yet after the talk, people still seemed not to consider him. This made Olly himself feel sad, he never understood what made people not think about him so much. Feeling laudable, Olly plotted something for his up coming friends pie party, something not entirely friendly. He intends to eat everyone’s pies and see how they react.

It was the day of the pie party, Olly was feeling pallid into doing anything. He caught a glimpse of his friends kitchen and saw perhaps about twenty-five pies for the twenty-five guests. It would take a lot to eat them all, yet Olly remained certifiable yet nervous. The plan was to wait while everyone was dancing and sneak off to the kitchen.

 

The music was loud and violent, the pies were warm and soft. Olly wasn’t incredibly hungry, there was no turning back. It is hard to believe but Olly did manage to eat the twenty-five pies, after which he almost fainted. Olly thought for what he had just done, forgetting why he had done it. Everyone remained dancing, Olly had nothing to say or to do. He would get caught in the act and people would get angry, or would laugh while he had no excuse to why he ate all the pies. Olly absconded, nobody noticing him go.

Olly was in a pathos, torn by what he had done, and the fact that he had left his coat at the pieless party. The other guests would probably figure out it was him and find him silly and unreasonable. His friends if they still were his friends might never invite him to another party again. Olly found that he ate the pies to exactly for the reasons he was thinking of now. At least people would think about him more, and consider who he is or was.

The Chocolate Cook

The Chocolate Cook, was a gipsy traveler who cooked whatever chocolate suited the way her customer was feeling. An interesting sounding system, but you should believe that every customer got they very own tasting chocolate and were never able to figure out what the taste was. The Chocolate Cook was extricated, and worked as long as she wanted, for money naturally, for happy customers and the joy of making chocolate.

Usually people eat chocolate as a treat resulting them being happy. Most of the Chocolate Cook’s customers were happy, so she indefatigable kept cooking the happy chocolate with a most auspicious attitude.

One day however a different customer approach the Chocolate Cook’s gipsy caravan, who was in a difficult mood to cook for. He was a lad who asked for the ‘Big Lode’ the most chocolate that was on offer, without even the slightest smile. The Chocolate Cook first explained how her service worked, resulting in her being inquisitive about how the lad was feeling. The lad explains that he isn’t happy, in fact he is very sad and is curious if the chocolate cook can make the right chocolate to make him happy. The Chocolate Cook stared at the lad with lamentation, and realized a sad taste was something she hadn’t cooked much of. The Chocolate Cook walked deep into her caravan, and spent one and a half hours making something. The lad waited very patiently, not once crying out when it was ready, unlike a large majority of customers did. The Chocolate Cook came back and showed the lad what she made. She showed a pan that was completely empty. The lad didn’t understand so the Chocolate Cook says that she is only good at making happy tasting chocolate, why would some one want to eat chocolate to be sad. The lad burst into tears trying to explain his emotions, to which the Chocolate Cook soothed him to be sad for some time. The boy eventually left the Chocolate Cook with the ‘big lode’ of slightly happy chocolate as he was feeling better about himself.

Evan vs. Purple Ghoul

Evan had devoted himself to the Purple Ghoul, a character from his favourite comic book series Space Ignited. How this came to be was that the fan support behind the character had grown so strong, a small amount of young comic book readers had crafted a religion to profane to, believing to receive faith from a stupid fictional comic character. Evan was one of them, it was a second life of his that he rightfully did not tell anyone about.

For a while the Purple Ghoul played a big part in Evan’s life, right to the point of him devoting all his life decisions to it. Evan had decided to take an I.T. course for his college years because he had never done I.T. but felt keen to try it. This was a decision that did not suit well with the Purple Ghoul, but Evan only found out after everything was set for next year. Evan had failed, apparently, how was he able to fix what he had broken? Explaining to the college he had changed his mind wasn’t enough to make him learn, other procedures had to be taken.

Evan was going to commit penance, for his faulty chose. With small hesitation, Evan slashed and hacked at his arm with his ruler in the rage of the Purple Ghoul, for some reason. Naturally, it really hurt and Evan was quite persistent. Five minutes later, he was joggling on the floor in pain, believing the punishment had been well delivered. For fifteen minutes Evan lay on his floor clearing his mind of unpleasant thoughts. The pain had faded to an extent, and he found himself wistful for what he had just done. Evan had never inflicted self harm for the Purple Ghoul before, and it felt unnecessary.  He stood up, went into his bathroom and cooled his had in the sink. He then sat behind his laptop and started to practice some I.T. skills he found he had. Despite his insane obsessions, Evan is a versatile man who enjoyed trying anything new. I am happy to say he did his I.T. course very well, so well he faded the Purple Ghoul from his mind.

Rain on Abi

Out on the balcony, Abi felt cold, but didn’t believe the weather was to blame. She felt like a derelict hairless puppy, wanting love, but kept getting lost trying to find it. Abi couldn’t even remember who’s balcony she was standing on. Perhaps someone would find her and chase her off the building ending everything for assailable Abi. She was on the balcony now though, best to make the most of it.
Staring hopefully at the sky Abi started to extemporize a song and dance routine. Who was it for? The sky of course, does that sound insane? Abi did it regardless, hoping something would happen. Actually, what she wanted to happen exactly was it to rain love. Now does that sound insane? You would think differently if you were there, like most occasions your friend tells you about: you can’t properly understand unless when you are there.

Abi remained dancing and singing a song of complete improve. So much

so she started to sweat, grow tired, and even feel pain. However no one was around to judge or speak logic to her so it could work. Would you believe that it did?

The sky rained incongruous love over Abi, washing away all of her derelict emotions. The sky and rain felt jovial, giving Abi that slight saving grace, for her to go on with her life, to find all the love she deserved.