Hello, faithful readers!! I'm conducting a poll, just for my own benefit,
but what is something you'd like to see in future episodes of Memories of
Rose Petals? PG-13 rating is as high as I go, so no really intense
Joan/Adam episodes if you know what I mean. Email me at
falconairy2003@yahoo.com. Thankies!!
So, without further ado, Chapter 4!!
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"Adam, I want you to make another sculpture. Enter it in the next art show." God held up a flyer. "*This* art show."
Adam took the flyer. *Arcadia Annual Art and Talent Show!* It read. *Enter for big prizes! *
"Oh, joy." He said sarcastically. "A cut-rate talent show only entered by people who have none. Where do I sign up?"
"You don't. I already signed you up."
Adam goggled at the little girl- this demon child. "Anything else you might want to inform me of? Such as.. WHY I'M DOING THIS?!?!"
"Don't worry, Adam. All I'll ever ask you to do is for the greater good. Promise."
He sighed. "I just can't stand the fact that I'm answering to a 6-year-old girl who claims to be the creator of the universe."
"I told you, I'm not always going to look like this. But if I want to talk to you, you'll know it's me. Even if I do have to knock you down the stairs again."
"Gee, thanks."
"Don't mention it. Oh, and by the way, when I signed you up for the talent show, I had to give your piece a name, so you'll have to work with that."
"Oh, really? What'd you name it?"
"Jane."
She turned around and walked away, leaving the word echoing in Adam's mind. *Jane. Why'd it have to be Jane?* He wondered.
He sighed, turned around, and started brainstorming.
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"Mom!" Joan cried. "I-I didn't see you." Her hands were shaking as Helen Girardi walked over and popped the tape out.
"Relax, Joan. It's me. And I have another assignment for you."
She nearly collapsed. "God?"
"Sorry to scare you, but you'd have gone crazy if you saw a total stranger in your house. Especially since your dad is chief of police."
"I don't know if I should feel relieved or strangle you."
She grinned. "Not now, Joan. I need you to enter a talent show."
"For *what*? You know I'm talentless."
God stared her directly into the eyes. "There's one thing you can do that nobody else can. You know what I mean. You've been able to do it since you were a small child. You kept it a secret from everyone else, even though you practiced it every single day."
She fixed Joan with another glare. "If you don't know what I'm talking about by know, you never will."
Joan sat down, but in her heart she knew. "And you want me to perform it for thousands of people?"
"Yes, Joan." God handed her the flyer. "This tells you all you need to know. Oh, and good luck."
God stood up and walked away.
Joan stared at the flyer, uncertainly. How would this be for the greater good?
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Hee. Sorry to leave you hanging like that. I already know what Joan does, so if you're expecting something really weird, trust me, it's not.
Happy New Year!!
~Kistra Kat
So, without further ado, Chapter 4!!
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"Adam, I want you to make another sculpture. Enter it in the next art show." God held up a flyer. "*This* art show."
Adam took the flyer. *Arcadia Annual Art and Talent Show!* It read. *Enter for big prizes! *
"Oh, joy." He said sarcastically. "A cut-rate talent show only entered by people who have none. Where do I sign up?"
"You don't. I already signed you up."
Adam goggled at the little girl- this demon child. "Anything else you might want to inform me of? Such as.. WHY I'M DOING THIS?!?!"
"Don't worry, Adam. All I'll ever ask you to do is for the greater good. Promise."
He sighed. "I just can't stand the fact that I'm answering to a 6-year-old girl who claims to be the creator of the universe."
"I told you, I'm not always going to look like this. But if I want to talk to you, you'll know it's me. Even if I do have to knock you down the stairs again."
"Gee, thanks."
"Don't mention it. Oh, and by the way, when I signed you up for the talent show, I had to give your piece a name, so you'll have to work with that."
"Oh, really? What'd you name it?"
"Jane."
She turned around and walked away, leaving the word echoing in Adam's mind. *Jane. Why'd it have to be Jane?* He wondered.
He sighed, turned around, and started brainstorming.
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"Mom!" Joan cried. "I-I didn't see you." Her hands were shaking as Helen Girardi walked over and popped the tape out.
"Relax, Joan. It's me. And I have another assignment for you."
She nearly collapsed. "God?"
"Sorry to scare you, but you'd have gone crazy if you saw a total stranger in your house. Especially since your dad is chief of police."
"I don't know if I should feel relieved or strangle you."
She grinned. "Not now, Joan. I need you to enter a talent show."
"For *what*? You know I'm talentless."
God stared her directly into the eyes. "There's one thing you can do that nobody else can. You know what I mean. You've been able to do it since you were a small child. You kept it a secret from everyone else, even though you practiced it every single day."
She fixed Joan with another glare. "If you don't know what I'm talking about by know, you never will."
Joan sat down, but in her heart she knew. "And you want me to perform it for thousands of people?"
"Yes, Joan." God handed her the flyer. "This tells you all you need to know. Oh, and good luck."
God stood up and walked away.
Joan stared at the flyer, uncertainly. How would this be for the greater good?
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Hee. Sorry to leave you hanging like that. I already know what Joan does, so if you're expecting something really weird, trust me, it's not.
Happy New Year!!
~Kistra Kat