Hiya! Here is the next part of Stress in Newsieland, dedicated to .
IRIS
For being the only reviewer! Chocolate covered Spot for you!
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Stress looked all around her as the time seem to come to a stop. She was falling down the hole, yet falling ever so slowly. "Wow..." she murmured as she slapped her arms wildly, trying to fly back up. It didn't work.
"O.K., that didn't work." Stress looked below her and saw nothing but darkness. "What if I never stop falling?" she panicked as she continued to glide downwards. All of a sudden a light sparked around her and she saw that there were books on shelves, a grandfather clock, a bowl of fruit and other odds and ends that one would find in a home. "That's strange. I thought that dark holes underground would be empty. Shows how much I know." Shrugging her shoulders as she continued to fall, Stress reached out to the bookshelves and snatched at a book.
"Jeez..." she exclaimed as she tossed the book over her shoulder. It was "Alice in Wonderland" by Lewis Carroll. "Of course the hole has to have a sense of humor." she muttered as she turned a flip mid-air.
As she fell downwards, her feet pointing to the ceiling, her long curls extending down, she began to wonder where the hole would lead her. "When Alice fell down the rabbit hole she landed in Wonderland. Since I fell down a Newsie hole, where we I end up?" She shook her head in disbelief. A newsie hole? "I think I've seen Newsies one too many times if I think I fell down a newsie hole." she said to no one in particular.
Stress was just about to debate whether or not this hole would lead to China or Australia when all of a sudden, the bottom appeared.
"Ouch!" she screeched as she landed flat on her bum. Her pain disappeared momentarily when she saw Davey, or who she assumed was Davey, running ahead in the distance.
"Hey, buddy!" she called, brushing the dirt off of her jeans and beginning to dash forward, "Yo, wait for me!"
The only response she got was a faint "It's gettin' late" and the click of a slamming door.
"Ew, rude much? I fall down that weird ass hole just to speak to that dude and he tells me 'it's gettin' late'. He'll wish it was much later when I get my hands on that kid!" she fumed as she stalked forward, barely noticing her surroundings. She was in a tunnel of some sort, but a tunnel with pink and purple polka dots.
Stress continued to make her way to the end of the tunnel until she found herself facing a large brown door. "Hmm... Looks just my closet door." she remarked as she reached for the doorknob. After swinging the door open, Stress cursed under her breath to see another, though smaller, brown door. She bent down to grasp the golden knob and in turn opened that door. "What the--" she muttered when she found that there was another door, still smaller but green in color.
Growing impatient, and dying to get her hands on the rude boy, Stress went about opening four more doors until she found herself in front of a doll- sized white door with a small key hole and brown door handle. Unlike the seven other doors before it, this door was locked. "Shoot!" she muttered, looking around for another way out of the tunnel. Unfortunately, during the time Stress had spent opening seven doors, a wall had grown behind her, trapping her in a small room.
"Nuh-uh, time out! That ain't fair! You can't trap me in here!" she yelled in annoyance at realizing that she was, in fact, trapped.
When no one responded Stress turned back to face the white door. She jiggled the handle violently, and when it didn't give, she slumped against the wall in frustration. Stress tucked her head in her lap for a few minutes and sat still while wishing she was back in New Jersey. Suddenly, though, she looked up when a loud thump was heard.
"Hey Davey, are you back?" she asked out loud, before raising her head. "You're not Davey." she acknowledged when she saw that it wasn't the newsie, but a waist-high glass table, that had joined her in the small room.
"Curious." she whispered as she stood to inspect the new arrival. "What's this?" Stress extended her hand and picked up a glass bottle of blood-red liquid that had just popped into existence once she had risen and approached the table. She picked up the card it had been resting on and read it out loud. "'Drink Me.' Sure, I'm gonna drink out of a bottle that appeared out of thin air into a room I've been trapped in. O.K., whatever you say."
Stress set the bottle back down and returned to the corner she had been moping in. After a few more minutes of resting in her previous position, she heard the thump again. She lifted her head warily, giving the table the evil eye. "What do you want now?" she moaned at it.
The table just glistened in the artificial light that was flooding the room.
Stress stood once more and just stared at the table and the bottle still sitting upon it. Shrugging, she reached out and picked up the bottle and the card. She stifled a giggle when she read the card. It now read "Drink Me, Please." "Can't argue with a polite bottle, right?"
With that Stress lifted the bottle to her lips and drank the entire bottle in three gulps. "Mmmm", she murmured while licking her lips, "tastes just like chicken."
When nothing happened after she downed the bottle's contents, she shook her head and began to pace the small room. "What was I expecting, to shrink down to three inches tall? Whatever."
Once the words were out of her mouth, Stress felt her tummy begin to rumble. The rumbling subsided after a few moments, but something even more interesting happened next.
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And yes, I still love the cliffhanger : )
IRIS
For being the only reviewer! Chocolate covered Spot for you!
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Stress looked all around her as the time seem to come to a stop. She was falling down the hole, yet falling ever so slowly. "Wow..." she murmured as she slapped her arms wildly, trying to fly back up. It didn't work.
"O.K., that didn't work." Stress looked below her and saw nothing but darkness. "What if I never stop falling?" she panicked as she continued to glide downwards. All of a sudden a light sparked around her and she saw that there were books on shelves, a grandfather clock, a bowl of fruit and other odds and ends that one would find in a home. "That's strange. I thought that dark holes underground would be empty. Shows how much I know." Shrugging her shoulders as she continued to fall, Stress reached out to the bookshelves and snatched at a book.
"Jeez..." she exclaimed as she tossed the book over her shoulder. It was "Alice in Wonderland" by Lewis Carroll. "Of course the hole has to have a sense of humor." she muttered as she turned a flip mid-air.
As she fell downwards, her feet pointing to the ceiling, her long curls extending down, she began to wonder where the hole would lead her. "When Alice fell down the rabbit hole she landed in Wonderland. Since I fell down a Newsie hole, where we I end up?" She shook her head in disbelief. A newsie hole? "I think I've seen Newsies one too many times if I think I fell down a newsie hole." she said to no one in particular.
Stress was just about to debate whether or not this hole would lead to China or Australia when all of a sudden, the bottom appeared.
"Ouch!" she screeched as she landed flat on her bum. Her pain disappeared momentarily when she saw Davey, or who she assumed was Davey, running ahead in the distance.
"Hey, buddy!" she called, brushing the dirt off of her jeans and beginning to dash forward, "Yo, wait for me!"
The only response she got was a faint "It's gettin' late" and the click of a slamming door.
"Ew, rude much? I fall down that weird ass hole just to speak to that dude and he tells me 'it's gettin' late'. He'll wish it was much later when I get my hands on that kid!" she fumed as she stalked forward, barely noticing her surroundings. She was in a tunnel of some sort, but a tunnel with pink and purple polka dots.
Stress continued to make her way to the end of the tunnel until she found herself facing a large brown door. "Hmm... Looks just my closet door." she remarked as she reached for the doorknob. After swinging the door open, Stress cursed under her breath to see another, though smaller, brown door. She bent down to grasp the golden knob and in turn opened that door. "What the--" she muttered when she found that there was another door, still smaller but green in color.
Growing impatient, and dying to get her hands on the rude boy, Stress went about opening four more doors until she found herself in front of a doll- sized white door with a small key hole and brown door handle. Unlike the seven other doors before it, this door was locked. "Shoot!" she muttered, looking around for another way out of the tunnel. Unfortunately, during the time Stress had spent opening seven doors, a wall had grown behind her, trapping her in a small room.
"Nuh-uh, time out! That ain't fair! You can't trap me in here!" she yelled in annoyance at realizing that she was, in fact, trapped.
When no one responded Stress turned back to face the white door. She jiggled the handle violently, and when it didn't give, she slumped against the wall in frustration. Stress tucked her head in her lap for a few minutes and sat still while wishing she was back in New Jersey. Suddenly, though, she looked up when a loud thump was heard.
"Hey Davey, are you back?" she asked out loud, before raising her head. "You're not Davey." she acknowledged when she saw that it wasn't the newsie, but a waist-high glass table, that had joined her in the small room.
"Curious." she whispered as she stood to inspect the new arrival. "What's this?" Stress extended her hand and picked up a glass bottle of blood-red liquid that had just popped into existence once she had risen and approached the table. She picked up the card it had been resting on and read it out loud. "'Drink Me.' Sure, I'm gonna drink out of a bottle that appeared out of thin air into a room I've been trapped in. O.K., whatever you say."
Stress set the bottle back down and returned to the corner she had been moping in. After a few more minutes of resting in her previous position, she heard the thump again. She lifted her head warily, giving the table the evil eye. "What do you want now?" she moaned at it.
The table just glistened in the artificial light that was flooding the room.
Stress stood once more and just stared at the table and the bottle still sitting upon it. Shrugging, she reached out and picked up the bottle and the card. She stifled a giggle when she read the card. It now read "Drink Me, Please." "Can't argue with a polite bottle, right?"
With that Stress lifted the bottle to her lips and drank the entire bottle in three gulps. "Mmmm", she murmured while licking her lips, "tastes just like chicken."
When nothing happened after she downed the bottle's contents, she shook her head and began to pace the small room. "What was I expecting, to shrink down to three inches tall? Whatever."
Once the words were out of her mouth, Stress felt her tummy begin to rumble. The rumbling subsided after a few moments, but something even more interesting happened next.
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And yes, I still love the cliffhanger : )