Hey!
OK,OK, don`t kill me, I couldn`t get on the PC last night because the stupid ISP was clogged up with stupid phone calls, and it wouldn`t let me log on with my lousy dial-up connection to write another epic or six..
Thankyou SOOOOOOo much for your nice reviews!! Ok, actually, I`m kind of running out of ideas for fanfics.duh duh duuuuuuuuuh!!! So, the question is, shall I continue writing True Tales of Tortall or start something else?? Please tell me in a review *smiles sweetly*
Here`s my latest crazy idea.
DISCLAIMER- It`s day fourteen in the Tamora Pierce house, and the fans of True Tales Of Tortall are beginning to realise that invisible_person might not be the owner of the Tamora Pierce characters after all..
The Alanna Doll!!
It`s a nice, quiet normal day in the palace. Daine is sitting in the corner playing with some chipmunks and letting them run all over Numair, who has turned into a tree for their enjoyment. Alanna is quietly sharpening her sword. Jon bursts in.
Jon- Alanna! You`ll never guess what!
Alanna- No I won`t so just tell me.
Jon- They turned you into a Barbie doll!
Daine gasps. Numair tries to look shocked, which is pretty hard when you`re made of wood and have a dozen fluffy things running all over your head.
Alanna- Really?
Jon- Yup!
Alanna- Does it have any interesting add-ons?
Jon- Yeah, it comes complete with plastic horse, plastic sword, light-up emberstone and flashing eyes!
Alanna- Cool...did they make a doll of anyone else?
Jon- I`m a Ken Doll! *Puffs up proudly* I have a crown and a portable tent!
Daine- Hey! Is there an action figure of me too?
Jon- Yeah, you have a bow, plastic arrows with sucker bits on them and you transform into a wolf!
Daine- What about Cloud?
Jon- You can get a Cloud doll with eight programmed phrases at the great price of 50 Gold Nobels!
Numair quickly turns back from a tree.
Numair- So.did they make me into a doll then?
Jon- You have flashing lights and 5 programmed phrases..
Numair- Which are.
Jon- I love you magelet, Let`s kill evil, Noooo!, I thought you were dead and DAINE!!
Numair blushes and becomes fascinated with the carpet.
Alanna- So, how do you know we`re not prototypes of the dolls?
Jon- Of course we`re not..
The palace opens up and a great big hand comes in and picks Jon up,
Jon- Noooooooooo!
Numair- Hey, that`s my catchphrase!
OK, I know that`s a bit weird but, hey, it`s funny. Ummm..I don`t own Big Brother, Barbie belongs to Mattel..or so they say..duh duuuuuuuuh!!
OK,OK, don`t kill me, I couldn`t get on the PC last night because the stupid ISP was clogged up with stupid phone calls, and it wouldn`t let me log on with my lousy dial-up connection to write another epic or six..
Thankyou SOOOOOOo much for your nice reviews!! Ok, actually, I`m kind of running out of ideas for fanfics.duh duh duuuuuuuuuh!!! So, the question is, shall I continue writing True Tales of Tortall or start something else?? Please tell me in a review *smiles sweetly*
Here`s my latest crazy idea.
DISCLAIMER- It`s day fourteen in the Tamora Pierce house, and the fans of True Tales Of Tortall are beginning to realise that invisible_person might not be the owner of the Tamora Pierce characters after all..
The Alanna Doll!!
It`s a nice, quiet normal day in the palace. Daine is sitting in the corner playing with some chipmunks and letting them run all over Numair, who has turned into a tree for their enjoyment. Alanna is quietly sharpening her sword. Jon bursts in.
Jon- Alanna! You`ll never guess what!
Alanna- No I won`t so just tell me.
Jon- They turned you into a Barbie doll!
Daine gasps. Numair tries to look shocked, which is pretty hard when you`re made of wood and have a dozen fluffy things running all over your head.
Alanna- Really?
Jon- Yup!
Alanna- Does it have any interesting add-ons?
Jon- Yeah, it comes complete with plastic horse, plastic sword, light-up emberstone and flashing eyes!
Alanna- Cool...did they make a doll of anyone else?
Jon- I`m a Ken Doll! *Puffs up proudly* I have a crown and a portable tent!
Daine- Hey! Is there an action figure of me too?
Jon- Yeah, you have a bow, plastic arrows with sucker bits on them and you transform into a wolf!
Daine- What about Cloud?
Jon- You can get a Cloud doll with eight programmed phrases at the great price of 50 Gold Nobels!
Numair quickly turns back from a tree.
Numair- So.did they make me into a doll then?
Jon- You have flashing lights and 5 programmed phrases..
Numair- Which are.
Jon- I love you magelet, Let`s kill evil, Noooo!, I thought you were dead and DAINE!!
Numair blushes and becomes fascinated with the carpet.
Alanna- So, how do you know we`re not prototypes of the dolls?
Jon- Of course we`re not..
The palace opens up and a great big hand comes in and picks Jon up,
Jon- Noooooooooo!
Numair- Hey, that`s my catchphrase!
OK, I know that`s a bit weird but, hey, it`s funny. Ummm..I don`t own Big Brother, Barbie belongs to Mattel..or so they say..duh duuuuuuuuh!!