p class="MsoNormal"strongspan style="text-decoration: underline;"The Family That Lived In A House/span/strong/p
p class="MsoNormal"There once was a family. Not a measly, average, emordinary/em family, no. This was a very interesting family. It was one of those families that land up on the front page of every newspaper for absolutely no reason at all. This was a family that everyone hated and everyone loved; a family that you will grow to love and fail to live without. This is a story of the McKlein Clan./p
p class="MsoNormal"And as with all good stories, we must begin with some character. There was onesuch being at a desk near a plant in a house. She twirled her blonde hair in her long fingers as she slammed away at her keyboard with her other hand. "I'm going to be an author one day," she thought as she deleted her entire day's work. "I'm going to an author and a darned good one at that."/p
p class="MsoNormal"The blonde haired young person, after an hour of staring at her blank monitor rose from her seat and watched television, hoping to gain some grain of inspiration; some DIVINE INTERVENTION. But as these stories go, she didn't. And she'd sit, each day, on that very lopsided loveseat and feast of bowls of Entertainment Television, with hopes that she'd someday finish that book; that she'd someday become an author. Until the day came that the gods (or that game's player) indeed did smile on her./p
p class="MsoNormal"It was spring cleaning day on wet rainy day and she climbed seven stairs to her attic. She'd been working all day, her hours wasting away and her efforts to dust were quite frantic. She would fliffer and faffer, and pipper and pamper, but still her attic was a mess. "Maybe it's meant to be dirty and brown. Maybe, this look suits it best."/p
p class="MsoNormal"As she turned to leave and sky smelled of green, a large door got ideas and it slammed. It was hairs from her face and it yanked on a chain of reactions, one of which threw a book to her hands. "Such luck!" she exclaimed and turned to the page with a mark and a note at the top./p
p class="MsoNormal""Dear Lucy, my dear, a story just for your ears/p
p class="MsoNormal" - Grandmummy, Evelda/p
p class="MsoNormal"With love"/p
p class="MsoNormal"So she ran out the door, spring cleaning was no more and she plonked her big rear on a chair. And she crossed both her legs and she cracked every knuckle and went to tie up all her hair. She was ready to read all the marvelous things that Grandmummy Evelda had written. With Grandmummy E, she was fond as can be; some might even describe it as smitten. And she opened the book with its large dusty pages and looked on the very first words. They were strange, they were crude, they were horrid and rude and she loved every one she had heard./p
p class="MsoNormal"There once was a family. Not a measly, average, emordinary/em family, no. This was a very interesting family. It was one of those families that land up on the front page of every newspaper for absolutely no reason at all. This was a family that everyone hated and everyone loved; a family that you will grow to love and fail to live without. This is a story of the McKlein Clan./p
p class="MsoNormal"And as with all good stories, we must begin with some character. There was onesuch being at a desk near a plant in a house. She twirled her blonde hair in her long fingers as she slammed away at her keyboard with her other hand. "I'm going to be an author one day," she thought as she deleted her entire day's work. "I'm going to an author and a darned good one at that."/p
p class="MsoNormal"The blonde haired young person, after an hour of staring at her blank monitor rose from her seat and watched television, hoping to gain some grain of inspiration; some DIVINE INTERVENTION. But as these stories go, she didn't. And she'd sit, each day, on that very lopsided loveseat and feast of bowls of Entertainment Television, with hopes that she'd someday finish that book; that she'd someday become an author. Until the day came that the gods (or that game's player) indeed did smile on her./p
p class="MsoNormal"It was spring cleaning day on wet rainy day and she climbed seven stairs to her attic. She'd been working all day, her hours wasting away and her efforts to dust were quite frantic. She would fliffer and faffer, and pipper and pamper, but still her attic was a mess. "Maybe it's meant to be dirty and brown. Maybe, this look suits it best."/p
p class="MsoNormal"As she turned to leave and sky smelled of green, a large door got ideas and it slammed. It was hairs from her face and it yanked on a chain of reactions, one of which threw a book to her hands. "Such luck!" she exclaimed and turned to the page with a mark and a note at the top./p
p class="MsoNormal""Dear Lucy, my dear, a story just for your ears/p
p class="MsoNormal" - Grandmummy, Evelda/p
p class="MsoNormal"With love"/p
p class="MsoNormal"So she ran out the door, spring cleaning was no more and she plonked her big rear on a chair. And she crossed both her legs and she cracked every knuckle and went to tie up all her hair. She was ready to read all the marvelous things that Grandmummy Evelda had written. With Grandmummy E, she was fond as can be; some might even describe it as smitten. And she opened the book with its large dusty pages and looked on the very first words. They were strange, they were crude, they were horrid and rude and she loved every one she had heard./p