A Storybook

Liberty Foxx

2011-02-05T16:39:00.000-08:00

Okay. So I added on to my story about Liberty Foxx. I hope you like it! And please please please give me some feedback. Tell me if you want to read more and if this could be a potential book! Thanks! Enjoy:)

Let’s be honest with each other, mmkay? Kay. Let’s see…how do I put this? I’m not human. Don’t worry; I’m not a blood-crazy vampire or a ferocious werewolf either. To be honest, I don’t know what I am. What I do know is that I’m not human. I don’t know how I know, it’s just a feeling. I don’t have any special powers; at least I think I don’t. I’m normal, but yet…not normal. You know? Well, you probably don’t know. Not to be rude or anything, but you’re probably normal humans. If you were well…not human, I’m 99.9% sure that you’re probably not reading this book. Good. Glad I got it out there. Wait! You won’t tell anyone, right?

I am secretive. I am a listener. I am… Liberty Foxx.

You could say I’m a spy. You could say I’m a traitor. But neither is true…yet.

I trotted down the stairs and hungrily opened the fridge door. I rummaged through the leafy greens and dug out a carton of milk. URGHH! What was up with her and her stupid diet plan? Couldn’t she at least let me have some good food?

Speaking of Mom, where was she? “Mom?” I called out. “Mom? Are you here?”

No response. I galloped over to the dining room table. There was a note that said:

Liberty: Remember the FIVE words of the day♥

Good morning sweetie (: Please help your old Great-Grandpa Guy. Kilee and I are killing time at the mall! Me and James are driving north. Alyssa’s grandma lives in Ohio. Have fun with your dog! Go to Dana’s house. Woods are behind it.

♥Mom

White- out the flimsy paper shutters on the dollhouse. The blue paneling is peeling a.k.a siding.

Take Buzz with you(:

What an odd message. Was I being punked or something? Who the heck was “Great Grandpa Guy”? All of my grandpas died before I was born. Mom didn’t know a Kilee, at least not to my knowledge…so why would she be spending time with her? What about James? Her and Lucas were pretty serious, weren’t they? I hadn’t talked to Alyssa in years. But I did know she was adopted. What was going on! And Dana? Wasn’t she my favorite Bratz© when I was younger? I didn’t even like the woods. And what about the five words of the day? What does that even mean? What dollhouse? Mom got rid of all the dollhouse’s when I was eight. She said it reminded her too much of my younger sister, Violet. And Buzz. He was a fish. Take him where?

“Mom,” I murmured. “What’s going on?”

The Giver: Chapter 24 & Epilouge. My Way.

2010-11-29T19:04:00.000-08:00

In English class we had to write Chapter 24 for The Giver by Lois Lowry. In case you haven't read it, it's an amazing book and you should read it!
*This contains spoilers!
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THE GIVER

By Lois Lowry

Chapter 24 & Epilogue By: Tiffany Huynh

Jonas trudged along, coming to a pathway leading to many different houses. His body began to tingle with warmth and cheer. It was a fuzzy, pleasant feeling. Jonas had never experienced anything like this. Not in the memories the Giver had given him, nor the ones he had experienced. It was new. He wondered if Gabe felt it too.

Jonas glanced at Gabe. “We made it,” he sighed dreamily. “So this Elsewhere, huh?”

Jonas continued on one of the cobblestone paths. It lead to a cozy looking cottage with twinkling lights around the roof. Light-up reindeer were placed in the frosty blanket of snow. Jonas cautiously knocked on the door, trying not to be rude.

He heard some shouting inside and the door swung open. A woman with flowing chocolate tresses showed up. “Who is dear?” growled a deep voice from inside. He was obviously ticked.

The woman didn’t answer. She just stood there and stared at him. “Sorry ma’am,” Jonas murmured, turning around to leave.

“Wait!” she implored. “Please. Come in.”

Jonas hesitated for a second, but was eager to escape the nippy winter air. Jonas felt Gabe relax when they reached the warm, toasty air. A large evergreen tree sat in the corner, decorated with multi-colored ornaments. Assorted gifts surrounded the bottom of the tree. It was like the stars in a clear night sky. Just breathtaking.

A man with a long grey beard sat in a reclining chair reading a newspaper. A girl, about Jonas’s age, sat on his lap, laughing. She had dark red curls, just like Fiona. Jonas set Gabe down by the roaring fire and sat down next to him. The woman scurried over with a tray of steaming hot chocolate and fresh gingerbread cookies. “Thanks,” Jonas said gratefully, guzzling the delicious liquid down.

Jonas blew on the remaining cocoa and held it to Gabe’s mouth. Gabe drank it greedily. Jonas gave Gabe a cookie and inhaled three himself. The woman came over and introduced herself as Avery. “I’m Jonas,” Jonas said, face covered in cookie crumbs and hot chocolate. “And this is Gabe.”

Avery smiled. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

Jonas looked confused. “We? Me?”

Avery laughed. “Me, my husband, and my daughter, Rosemary.”

“Rosemary?” Jonas asked slowly.

“Yes. Perhaps it would be better if you spoke with my husband. You’re probably more familiar with him.”

Jonas was even more puzzled now. “Why would he be familiar with her husband? Unless…”

“Hi Jonas,” a raspy voice greeted. “Long time no see.”

“G-giver? Is that…you?”

“Indeed it is. Congratulations on your journey.”

“How are you here? I thought you were supposed to be helping the citizens of Sameness cope with all the memories.”

The Giver sighed. “I’m not fit for the job anymore. I’ve left the job with some close friends of mine. Anyways, I told you. I want to be with my daughter.”

“But I thought you said your daughter was…released.”

The Giver recoiled when Jonas said “released”. “She was Jonas. She was.”

“So…how am I…here? With you, Avery, and Rosemary?”

Jonas was trying immensely hard trying to piece the puzzle together, but it wouldn’t fit right. “This isn’t easy to say to you, Jonas. But…you’re no longer alive,” The Giver hesitated.

Jonas froze. Not alive? How was this possible? He had worked so hard trying to keep both Gabriel and himself living. Gabe! Jonas had carried them both out here, to Elsewhere, and he died anyways. Jonas wondered if it was a waste of time bringing him out of the community. No, he told himself firmly. It was not a waste of time. At least he had a chance of surviving.

“How is this possible?” Jonas whined. He had finally cracked.

“Jonas,” The Giver started. “This was meant to be. We’re halfway between life and death. There is something keeping us here. And that’s you. As I was sitting here in this cottage, I began to understand. You and I are so much alike. You would risk anything for Gabriel, including your life. I would do the same for Rosemary. We’re both the first to understand we need a new life outside of Sameness. My childhood, Jonas, was the same as yours. My life in Sameness, would’ve been your life in Sameness if you hadn’t escaped. Life gave me a second chance to make things right, to change things for the better. Don’t you see, Jonas? We’re the same person.”

Jonas took a second to grasp what was going on. “You and I…are the same person? How can that be?”

“I don’t know,” The Giver admitted. “It’s just one of those things in life you never comprehend.”

And for the rest of the night, The Giver, Jonas, Gabriel, Rosemary, and Avery celebrated their first and last Christmas together. And throughout the night, Jonas realized that this was the better than any of the memories that he’d ever received.

Epilogue

At exactly midnight, when everyone was fast asleep, they slowly began to fade away. Jonas. Jonas. Jonas.

Serious Daydreamer

2010-11-14T15:57:00.000-08:00

I was serious daydreamer. Yeah. That’s what I’ll call it. A serious daydreamer. I wasn’t normal. Even from Day 1, my parents knew there was something wrong with me. I mean, I didn’t have birth defects or anything. Just something…magical.

“Annie,” grumbled William Cormac. “Would you please pass the salt?”

“Yes, father,” I mumbled quietly, passing him the white-crystal shaker.

“Lynna?” I hissed. “This chicken is a little dry.”

The brunette servant looked startled. Her pale blue eyes widened. “I apologize,” she murmured. “I’ll make sure to tell the chef that next time. In the mean time, would you like gravy to pour over it?”

“Gravy? Gravy? Do you want me to look like you?”

“Anne!” Peg Brennan warned sharply.

“Mother!” I mimicked.

William glared at me, but didn’t say anything. I became immensely furious and took a silver knife and flung it across the dining room. It shot straight through Lynna’s bistre ringlets and into her pale neck. In an instance, she fell to the floor. I heard her gasp for air and then it was silent, with exception to the horrified murmurs. I sat there, calmly eating as if nothing was wrong.

“Anne Cormac,” fumed William. “What have you done?”

“Nothing Father,” I replied innocently. “I was cutting a piece of this awfully dry chicken and the knife just escaped my fingers.”

Peg raised a thin red eyebrow. Being the sly man William was, he calmly concluded, “We will not speak of this ever again. If the matter of this ever comes up, deny it. Is that understood?”

I nodded my head. My flaming red curls bouncing. “William? What about the cops?” exasperated Peg.

“My dear. No one knows about this except us. There will be no reason for the cops to know about this. And if they do…we’ll just get rid of them,” William reasoned.

Peg hesitated and then agreed.

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Tell me what you think! Should I keep going? Or scrap it? Oh, by the way... I think I should call it Mind Traveler. I'll explain more about the story later. It's a little confusing now...

2010-11-06T07:59:00.000-07:00

I am secretive. I am a listener. I am… Liberty Foxx.

You could say I’m a spy. You could say I’m a traitor. But neither is true…yet.

So tell me what you think! Thanks. (:

♥Princess Mei

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2010-11-03T17:10:00.001-07:00

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