+- +-
Welcome, Guest.
Please login or register.
 
 
 

Login with your social network

Forgot your password?
Colt by Zen
October 29, 2023, 01:41:30 am

Sanctum Discussion by Zen
September 25, 2016, 09:45:20 pm

Sanctum/Divided by Zen
May 02, 2016, 12:33:20 am

Multi-screen wraparound by Iaashadow
March 01, 2016, 06:23:13 am

Re: Sanctum/Divided by Zen
February 27, 2016, 11:20:17 am

Divine Chaos Apparatus by JamesGames
February 12, 2016, 05:36:35 pm

GUNS WAR 3 FREE FOR ALL by t3Entropy166
February 03, 2016, 07:19:22 pm

Sandsteppe by Leaping Deer
February 01, 2016, 07:59:21 pm

R.I.P. Gamestar Forum 1.0 by Stickly
January 30, 2016, 12:19:39 am

Re: The Beginning of Sameness: A Giver Prequel by Tomuslahm
January 27, 2016, 11:27:49 pm

Re: Zoology Impersonation Personification Roleplay by Tomuslahm
January 27, 2016, 11:21:28 pm

Re: Fate Characters by JamesGames
January 24, 2016, 01:17:04 pm

Fate Characters by JamesGames
January 24, 2016, 01:16:39 pm

True & False by Stickly
January 23, 2016, 05:07:24 pm

Alter by Nitrox
January 20, 2016, 07:33:58 pm

Author Topic: Once Upon a Lie  (Read 48 times)

0 Members and 1 Guest are viewing this topic.

Leaping Deer

  • Joe Cool
  • Duke
  • ******
  • Posts: 1395
  • Location: Under a rock
    • View Profile
Once Upon a Lie
« on: May 29, 2015, 10:35:32 am »
So, this is a short story I wrote for school. I hope you guys like it.

Once Upon a Lie
by Leaping Deer


   In the dark, gloomy, old-fashioned hall there was a slight popping sound. All turned to see the new resident of the Hall of Lies.

   What is the Hall of Lies? Well, it is a gloomy place filled with dead lies. It’s dark, dank feel is most probably due to the fact that the only sources of light are candles set on rusting brass pedestals that sparsely line the walls. Other than the pedestals, nothing else decorated the dark maroon walls with molding white trim. The hall itself was barely furnished. Against one wall were two leather armchairs covered by white sheets. Between the two chairs was a small wooden stool that was covered in dust. It looked as though it hadn’t been used in centuries. In a distant corner opposite the chairs and stool, sat a huge circular oaken table looking as though it didn’t belong there. It was just too big. Aside from the awkward furnishings, one also would notice that there were no doors, windows, or any other means of escape. Once you got in, you couldn’t get out.

   Now we return to the new resident of this dreary place. He had the same basic appearance as most lies. He looked like a floating, strangely colored human head that had been shrunken down to the size of a tennis ball. This lie in particular had a yellow green hue with green, spiky hair and dark sunglasses.

   The other lies gathered around the newcomer to welcome him and hear how he had come here. They parted slightly as the oldest and wisest of their group came into view.

   “Hello, young lie,” began the old, gray lie. “Follow me. Everyone wants to meet you and hear your tale.”
   “My tale?” asked the green lie.

   “Yes. Your life story.”

   “Very well then,” said the newcomer. He followed the old lie towards the wooden stool which acted as a stage.

   “Ladies and Gentlelies,” began the older lie, “Today we shall hear yet another tale of woe. Once again, the Truth Fairies have killed another of our kind. Let us hear the tale of this young lie.” The crowd of lies became quiet as the newcomer stepped forward.

   “My name is Larry. I was born about 5 months ago, and it all began on a warm summer evening in July.

   A 12 year old boy by the name of Billy Green heard his friends calling for him to come and play from inside his room painted to look like a city skyline. He quickly opened his window to shout “Coming!” before racing downstairs. He passed his mother who was baking cookies in the kitchen and paused to tell her he was going outside to play tag with his friends Fred and Anna.

   “Oh no you aren’t!” exclaimed his mother. “I saw your room this morning, and unless it’s spotless you aren’t going anywhere!”

   “But Mom,” began Billy, looking at her with pleading green eyes.

   “No buts. There will be no playing until that room is clean.”

   “Yes ma’am,” sighed Billy. He sulked as he slowly trudged back upstairs. When he reached his room he saw what a mess it was. There were comic books laying all over the floor along with his action figures. His Batman comforter had slid off his full sized bed and onto the ground. Some of his superhero posters had fallen and lay awkwardly on the carpet. There was no way he would be able to clean all this up before dinner!

   Suddenly, Billy had an idea. What if he just pretended to clean his room? His parents almost never came in. They were almost always working or watching TV in the living room. As long as he kept his door closed no one would know. Well, except Sasha, but she wouldn’t tell. Would she?

   Billy sighed before running his fingers through his red hair. He’d never lied before, and his parents had often told him how wrong it was. Well, it’s just a little lie. It wouldn’t really have any bad consequences, right?

   Mrs. Green was surprised when her son came downstairs after about 10 minutes.

   “Done already?”

   “Yes, ma’am! I had already cleaned up my comic books and made my bed before I decided to go outside and play,” lied Billy.

   “Well, alright. Since your room’s all clean, I guess you can go and play with your friends,” said a smiling Mrs. Green.

   “Thanks Mom!” exclaimed Billy before rushing outside to meet his friends. Of course, he didn’t notice me, a little, yellow green baby lie, floating after him.

   About two months afterwards, Billy came trudging into the kitchen where his mom and little sister were baking snicker doodles. After setting his blue backpack on one of the two stools in front of the island, he circumvented his sister Sasha and found a spot next to his mother who was currently placing some of the dough cutouts that Sasha had made onto a baking sheet.

   “How was your first day of school, Billy?” asked Mrs. Green, barely looking up from her work.

   “Very school like,” answered a grinning Billy. Sasha started giggling at his reply. A smile spread across Mrs. Green’s face.

   “Well, little mister, if you finish up your homework fast enough then I might let you help me make some Batman cookies for the new party I’m catering for.”

   At this Billy snatched his bag from it’s resting place and raced upstairs. Eager to help his mom, Billy groped around in his backpack for his large amount of homework. After fishing out a truckload of papers, he placed them on his desk and began working. Billy had just finished his math homework when a thought crossed his mind. What if he didn’t finish in time? I looked on eagerly realizing what was coming next. I quickly remind him of how he had gotten away with his last lie. About half an hour since Billy had gone upstairs, Sasha spotted him hurrying back down.

   “That was quick,” commented the seven year old girl.

   “Well, the homework was pretty light since it was the first day of school,” lied Billy after receiving a look of surprise from his mother. “Still want help, Mom?”

   “Sure,” smiled Mrs. Green looking relieved. I felt myself maturing into a young adult. My hair had grown in green and had become spiky.

   Let’s fast forward to the end of Billy’s Fall Semester. Thanks to some of Billy’s past lies, I was able to convince him to lie about things such as studying and completing homework. I had become a full grown lie at this point. Billy was walking towards the entrance to the school building with his best friends Fred and Anna.

   “I sure hope I remember everything,” announced Anna. “I spent almost all of yesterday reading through textbooks and analyzing notes!”
   
   “You’ll do fine,” Fred said calmly. “Besides, once this is over we have break to look forward to! My parents are taking me to Florida to visit my grandparents. I might even get to go to Disney!”
   
   Reality hit Billy like one of those bullet trains in Japan. He hadn’t studied at all, and today they had midterms. He would fail. He knew it. He had to study somehow.

   “Hey, Anna.”

   “Yes?”

   “Mind if I go over your notes? I left mine at home.”

   “Not very confident about the midterm, Billy?” asked Fred.

   “Just want to be safe,” replied Billy nervously. He glanced feverishly at the clock. Eight minutes till the bell would ring. I watched the ensuing chaos, the fruits of my labor.

   “Here you go,” Anna handed Billy several sheets of paper. For the next six minutes Billy studied the words Anna had carefully written like his life depended on it. Afterwards, Anna and Fred hurried into class with him.

   Mr. Green ran a hand through his red hair. His blue eyes scanning the report card not believing what they saw. His wife looked over his shoulder. Her golden blonde hair pulled into a ponytail for baking. Her green eyes were wide with shock. Mr. Green set down the report card and sat across from Billy who was trembling on a couch in the living room.

   “Billy,” began Mr. Green, “What happened?”

   Billy felt hot tears stinging his face. His mom seated herself next to him and gave him a reassuring smile that was made bittersweet by the disappointment obvious in her eyes.
   
   “Dad, Mom, I’m so sorry,” before Billy knew it he was telling his parents everything. About not cleaning his room, about pretending to do his homework, about refusing to study. I looked on in horror as Billy told the truth. At the beginning a small white orb began to form. Then it became a baby truth fairy. I backed away in fright as it grew wings. I watched on in terror as it became a fully fledged truth fairy. Then, out of no where, a short wooden staff flew towards the creature. I glimpsed Billy and his parents hugging before the fairy flew towards me.

   “I am Barry the Fairy, and as of today your new residence is the Hall of Lies. Begone, demon!” With that he took his staff and twirled it in a circle. I felt myself being drawn towards the staff and began to race away. Suddenly, a portal opened where the staff had been and I was pulled with an overwhelming force towards the opening. So, here I am,” Larry finished his sorrowful tale as the other lies dabbed their eyes with handkerchiefs.
-Leaping Deer

"Dying is easy, young man; living is harder."

Share on Facebook Share on Twitter


 




Members
Total Members: 266
Latest: alourenco78
New This Month: 0
New This Week: 0
New Today: 0
Stats
Total Posts: 27414
Total Topics: 996
Most Online Today: 26
Most Online Ever: 1615
(November 27, 2022, 10:02:57 pm)
Users Online
Members: 0
Guests: 14
Total: 14