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Twisted Stories For Twisted Children:
So far you may enjoy two totally inane stories that will make your eyes bleed. Although that might be because they are horribly written. So here's a disclaimer: Read at you

r own risk. Used to be away from the site, but i've just made it part of the babbles

Melinda and The Old Wise Tree (Or)
Mystical Jello and The Happy Brownies


Note: I made this into a book for my creative writing class. My name is Melinda, and I make fun of my town in here. The ending blows, but mostly due to the fact the teacher made me change it a few time. She didn't like the idea that I killed off myself in the end. Also, this isn't as fun to stare at as the book, because it's all one chunk, rather then page and pages of stupidity.

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away. There lived a funny little girl named Melinda. She lived in such an utterly boring place, which if it really did exist, it would become a black hold and suck everything into its vortex of nothingness ...called Canyon Country

One day she was walking to school (get this children, they must have used a lot of creativity to make this up) Canyon High. As she walked she saw an old tree.. She began to think... (And let me tell you children, thinking isn't something Melinda does very well) ... that the tree was happier then she was. (For what ever deranged reason she had)

She began to ponder all this. "They must have some secret!" said Melinda to herself. So she knelt down in front of the tree. "O mighty tree, speak to me, tell me of your distinctive ways to happiness" she cried. So the tree replied "Ok."

(Now let me tell you children, Melinda didn't expect the tree to answer her schizophrenic-like question. She still had a few lights on upstairs, if you know what I mean. A few, but some nevertheless)

Right there and then Melinda lost all touch with reality. She begged the tree to show her the way. "Great One, tell me of your treeism ways. I want to know the secret of life." That was when the tree replied, " Jello is Good"

"Jello??" Melinda wondered out loud "Does it hold some power? Is Jello some sort of mystical thing? Do the colors each hold there own unique and bizarre power?"

"Mystical Jello!" laughed Melinda." Surly this is some sort of joke. Tell me wise old tree, what does this mean." Still the tree just calmly relied "I like Jello"

Melinda was confused (Let me tell you children, that happens quite often) "Tell me wonderful tree who says things I do not Understand, it that all there is?" she said angrily. "Just the thought of Jell-O makes this tree happy? Is it that simple?" cried Melinda.

You could almost hear Melinda's sanity snapping into two. Just like the sound you wouldn't hear as you squished a marshmallow. All of the sudden the tree started chanting strange things in the form of psycho babble.


" I am your fairy godmother" replied the tree rather quickly
"Really" answered Melinda
"No..but you should have seen the look on your face.


Melinda just them realized that the tree said something other then the fact on how much it likes Jello "Melinda" said the wise old tree, "Because you understand me. It must mean they you are the chosen one. So I shall give you a present....your very own world.

Right then a portal opened, splashing with psychedelic colors (no children, Melinda was not one drugs) "Hurry" cried the tree. Go through the portal, and you shall become Mystical Jello" The tree smiled, for it knew Melinda's thoughts from before. "How can trees smile with out a face" thought Melinda, "And how can they even talk" Melinda could not ask this question, for she was already through the portal.

....Then Melinda woke up, It was all a dream. It was probably due to the fact she ate to many happy brownies the night before. Maybe it was from the chocolate pudding, or even that strange strawberry she found in an abandon warehouse. Melinda was sad because she had to leave her dream world for a mundane reality. “Fear not” she said to herself. “For tonight might bring more dreams of Mystical Jello and the old wise tree”.


And the moral of this story, children, is:

Reality is for those who cannot handle the powers true madness provides us