A.N I am in the complete process of re-writing this in paragraph style, since I have already been suspended three times. Don't want to be suspended anymore. Hehehe..
*****
Alanna walked out of Delia's room and into Thom's. She set his tray on his night stand.
Alannaella, I need you to iron my gowns and do my hair," he said delicately as he admired himself in a mirror. The mirror shattered. "Oh dear..."
"Excuse me? What the hell?!?!?!?" Alanna cried in a sudden outburst of rage that was not uncommon. "Thom, I am not your slave! If you think for one minute I am going to---" The writer glared. "Uhhh, ehh, of course, my Lady Thom.
"Good," said Thom. "I was thinking of an elegant bun, don't you agree?"
"Thom, your hair isn't long enough."
"That does propose a problem, then doesn't it? Well, think of something then."
"Why me?" Alann got out the hair supplies and began to work.
One hour later
"Thom, I am done!" she said, proud of herself for actually being able to style hair.
Thomwalked up to mirror. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! What have you done!?!?!?!??!?" He swooned then fainted daintily.
Thom's hair was styled in pony tails. Little ones all over his head.
"For all the . . . . . . " Alanna muttered, reviving Thom.
"Do . . . . something . . . . . . . different . . . . . . . uhh," Thom said, panting.
"Yes, Lady Thom." Alanna goes to work braiding. "Thom, what do you think?"
Thom took a peek at the mirror. "ALANNA!!!!" Alanna flinched. "I love it! You are wonderful at hair!
You are to be my personal hair dresser! I have found someone at last! Mithros bless!" The writer leans over and whispers how Mithros is not in this story. "Okay . . . . ."
The Realms of the Gods
"What?!?!?!" Mithros cried. "She doesn't want me in this story!?!?!?!? How dare she!!"
"Mithros, dear brother, calm down!" said the Great Mother Goddess. "She is just a mortal writer. You have more
pressing problems here."
Mithros began to sob. "B-b-b-b-bu-but she hurt m-m-m-my fe-f-feelings!!!!"
"I know, it's okay. There, there . . . . . " she said, patting Mithros on the back.
Back to the story
"Thom, why must I be your hair dresser?"
"Because I said so."
"Fine."
*****
Alanna walked out of Delia's room and into Thom's. She set his tray on his night stand.
Alannaella, I need you to iron my gowns and do my hair," he said delicately as he admired himself in a mirror. The mirror shattered. "Oh dear..."
"Excuse me? What the hell?!?!?!?" Alanna cried in a sudden outburst of rage that was not uncommon. "Thom, I am not your slave! If you think for one minute I am going to---" The writer glared. "Uhhh, ehh, of course, my Lady Thom.
"Good," said Thom. "I was thinking of an elegant bun, don't you agree?"
"Thom, your hair isn't long enough."
"That does propose a problem, then doesn't it? Well, think of something then."
"Why me?" Alann got out the hair supplies and began to work.
One hour later
"Thom, I am done!" she said, proud of herself for actually being able to style hair.
Thomwalked up to mirror. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! What have you done!?!?!?!??!?" He swooned then fainted daintily.
Thom's hair was styled in pony tails. Little ones all over his head.
"For all the . . . . . . " Alanna muttered, reviving Thom.
"Do . . . . something . . . . . . . different . . . . . . . uhh," Thom said, panting.
"Yes, Lady Thom." Alanna goes to work braiding. "Thom, what do you think?"
Thom took a peek at the mirror. "ALANNA!!!!" Alanna flinched. "I love it! You are wonderful at hair!
You are to be my personal hair dresser! I have found someone at last! Mithros bless!" The writer leans over and whispers how Mithros is not in this story. "Okay . . . . ."
The Realms of the Gods
"What?!?!?!" Mithros cried. "She doesn't want me in this story!?!?!?!? How dare she!!"
"Mithros, dear brother, calm down!" said the Great Mother Goddess. "She is just a mortal writer. You have more
pressing problems here."
Mithros began to sob. "B-b-b-b-bu-but she hurt m-m-m-my fe-f-feelings!!!!"
"I know, it's okay. There, there . . . . . " she said, patting Mithros on the back.
Back to the story
"Thom, why must I be your hair dresser?"
"Because I said so."
"Fine."
