My latest story, a children's story... Thoughts? I think I'll write a couple more in the series, already have a few more ideas. Any of you have ideas? :)
Miss Sneezy lives with her puppy Daisy and her cat Caesar in the middle of a town called Birchmont. Her residence is a rickety attic apartment above a a print shop by the name of Inky Fingers' Print Shop. Inky Fingers is the owner, the print shop has been passed down many generations and if you'll sit long enough, Inky loves to drone on about his family history. He's very long winded and never tires of telling the same story as often as anyone ill listen to him. His living quarters are at the back of the shop.
When Miss Sneezy found this dwelling, though a bit dusty and musty, she felt extremely fortunate. Inky was lonely for company so he offered her a low price and a job as his house keeper and really they got along well. Inky felt that the goodies that Sneezy baked by far outweighed the small annoyance of her late night creakings as she paced the floor above him, plotting her latest novel and the clickety-clacking of her typewriter as she tapped away at the keys, putting her splendid ideas onto paper, he thought was rather lulling. And for Miss Sneezy, she didn't mind so much the musty smell of her room, it was, after you got used to it rather romantic and inspiring, like an old used book shop. And Inky's loud snoring hardly disturbed her racing thoughts and fingers. Even the dust Was thought provoking, sparkling through the air as light streamed through the window, illuminating it. So it was a fine arrangement.
Miss Sneezy's sister, Georgia, did not share these sentiments. Georgia with her little turned up nose and perfect blond curls was disgusted by her sister inhabiting such a place! She had tried to convince her to find something more sophisticated, but Miss Sneezy reminded her she was only a writer, not a celebrity, she did not need anything fancy, nor did she have the finances.
Georgia refused to call on Miss Sneezy once she was moved into the attic, unless it was absolutely unavoidable. She had tolerated the animal hair and dandruff from Caesar and Daisy, though if either came within ten feet of her she stared them down with a steely glare sending them whimpering in the other direction. She had set her teeth when Miss Sneezy offered "More tea George?" though George was a perfectly hideous name and it made her want to scream. But the print shop, the musty attic... and the eccentric Inky Fingers, was intolerable! Inky frightened and bored her and she was sure one of these days the decrepit floor boards would just fall apart. So she no longer called on her sister Miss Sneezy.
Miss Sneezy had a large family, six siblings in all. Besides Georgia there were Knightly, a fine gentleman in progress, Skippy, a little butterfly of a girl and 'such a dear!' as Miss Sneezy often put it, Bubbles, always laughing and quite over dramatic, then were Georgia and herself, Prim was a Victorian stoic, Giggles a wonderful tease and Hero, the oldest was everyone's favorite, married to his sweet little wife, Darling, they had the cutest baby in the entire world (forgive me for being biased) his name was Charles, but they called him Chubby.
Prim and Giggles lived in a little country house which considering their extreme opposite personalities is really a wonder they got along at all, but they did and Prim raised horses, and Giggles sold vegetables and baked goods at a little stand by the road.
Today was Friday, the day that Giggles baked for her stand, and Sneezy always helped her. She slipped on her favorite apron and kissed Daisy's wet pink nose,
"Now Dear, don't you trouble Inky and don't get into a squabble with Caesar, you just be a good little puppy while mommy is gone!" Daisy wagged her tail excitedly, and licked Miss Sneezy's face.
"Caesar." Miss Sneezy turned to the large black cat sunning himself in the window, "I'm leaving you in charge. I won't be out too late." Caesar yawned and lazily stretched then settled more comfortably on the sill, trying to disguise the importance he felt with indifference.
As the door closed behind her, Miss Sneezy sighed to herself.
"I do hope they behave!" She worried. A sudden tickle in her nose distracted her thoughts and she sneezed loudly several times, almost falling down the rickety steps in the middle of the print shop.
"Bless you!" Inky exclaimed coming into view below. Miss Sneezy scrubbed her itchy nose furiously with her palm, relieving a bit of the discomfort and giving a loud snort as she descended the creaking staircase.
"Thank you deary!"
"Are you going out?" Inky inquired,
"It's Friday." She reminded, "Baking day!" she smiled up at him, though Inky was short, she was shorter yet.
"That's right. Well goodbye then."
"Bye!" she bustled out the door, only to pop her head in a moment later, "Keep an ear out for Daisy and Caesar, will ya? They've been quarreling lately and I'm just a bit uncomfortable with leaving them home alone together."
"I'll let Daisy down to be with me, don't fret Miss Sneezy, I'll take care of it!"
"Oh, thank you! You're such a dear!" She blew a kiss.
"Bring me some blueberry pop tarts when you come!" Inky called after her.
"I will." She promised then chuckled to herself as she hopped onto her motorcycle,
"I should have known he had a selfish ulterior motive behind that sugar sweetness! He's such a dear!" She turned the key and her motorcycle roared to life and she shot off over the bumpy paved road towards Giggles' cottage.
"Woo hoo! I'm here!" She announced not bothering to knock, then sneezed loudly three times.
"I could hear you from the moment you started that bike of yours! And your sneeze could wake the dead, at least use a tissue! I don't want germs all over my goodies!" Giggles bustled, shoving a tissue towards her sister. Giggles always carried an extra tissue with her and was forever blowing her nose.
Sneezy gingerly took the tissue and set it on a chair, tissues made her queasy, even clean ones. She sneezed again, this time away from Giggles baked goods.
"Wash your hands and you can make the pop tarts." Giggles instructed cheerfully.
"Inky ordered at least a dozen blueberry pop tarts." Sneezy announced.
"Okay, I'll put that into your share of the final goods." Giggles offered.
"Thank you." Just then a staccato rap on the door interrupted them.
"Prim!" Giggles shrieked. Prim came out of a back room, a thick textbook in front of her face and gold rimmed glasses on the tip of her aristocratic nose.
"Yes Giggles?" She looked at them over her spectacles.
"Someone's at the - " Another staccato rap interrupted her. Prim answered the door.
"Georgia." She greeted primly, "Bubbles, Knightly, Skippy." She gave them all a stiff hug.
"Welcome, make yourself at home Dears!" Giggles called.
"Oh! It's just like a family reunion!" Bubbles squealed hugging first Giggles then Sneezy and last of all Prim, leaving the last with a loud dramatic smooch on the cheek. "All of us here this is wonderful! I really love this house, so quaint and sweet. I've always liked the country too. I'm still working on convincing mom and pops to move into that little farm house late Farmer Jack owned. I think it would be lovely living out in such a peaceful place." Bubbles rattled off at lightening speed. hardly pausing for breath. As she continued to chatter gaily to Giggles. Prim had retreated and Knightly and Skippy had helped themselves to cookies and milk and were seated at the counter conversing about butterflies and plans for their tree fort. Georgia stiffly resting her delicate snowy glove on Sneezy's arm, invited her for a short stroll, down the lane. Sneezy obliged.
"I wanted to once again-" Georgia was interrupted by a sneeze from her sister that echoed through the surrounding woods. She set her jaw and bit back the edgy words that came to her tongue.
"As I was saying, I would like to once again entreat you to reconsider your choice of abode." She adjusted her bonnet and proceeded. "And your allergies- get rid of those filthy pets!" She turned up her nose.
"Filthy pets!" Sneezy's voice was carefully controlled. "George." she began candidly, not observing the horrified tremor that shook her sister at this address. "My pets are not filthy. They're cleanly, Caesar constantly is bathing himself and about my residence, Inky is an excellent landlord and really such a dear! I have no intentions of moving."
"Don't you dare go getting sweet on that Inky! It'd be a disgrace to your family!" Georgia shuttered.
"I'll do as I please." Sneezy tossed back.
"Very well, good day sister." Georgia stalked off in a huff, but even her stalk was a graceful glide.
"Hmph!" Sneezy huffed and returned to the cottage to finish baking.
At the end of the day, Sneezy packed up her share of the baked goods, kissed Giggles goodbye and zipped back to the print shop in Birchmont.
"How's my baby?" She greeted bending to pet the golden lab at the door of the shop then as she straightened up, her eyes took in the mess, paper strewn, inky paws followed by inky shoe prints leading to an ink covered and disheveled Inky in the corner, head in his hands. He looked at her wearily and wiped more black on his already smudged face.
"Sneezy didn't know whether to laugh or scold or cry and so as she was undecided she sat down next to Inky with the blueberry pop tarts, taking tow she handed him one, they bit and chewed slowly, surveying the disaster surrounding them. Daisy, tail between her legs and a repentant look in her soft brown eyes stood a little way off whimpering.
Sneezy's heart softened,
"Here Baby." She held out a third pop tart to Daisy. "Don't worry." she crooned, kissing the puppy's nose, "We'll clean it up, you're not bad, only playful." Daisy thumped her tail and licked her chops, seemingly relieved and Inky reached blackened fingers for another pop tart.
"The pop tarts are worth the mess." he chuckled, and silently Sneezy agreed. Just then there was a jealous meow and Caesar appeared at the bottom of the stairs, looking at the group as if to ask why he wasn't invited, but when he was offered a pop tart he turned up his nose and padded up the stairs as if it were 'sour grapes'! Curling in his window sill, he sulked about the 'unfairness' of life.
Miss Sneezy lives with her puppy Daisy and her cat Caesar in the middle of a town called Birchmont. Her residence is a rickety attic apartment above a a print shop by the name of Inky Fingers' Print Shop. Inky Fingers is the owner, the print shop has been passed down many generations and if you'll sit long enough, Inky loves to drone on about his family history. He's very long winded and never tires of telling the same story as often as anyone ill listen to him. His living quarters are at the back of the shop.
When Miss Sneezy found this dwelling, though a bit dusty and musty, she felt extremely fortunate. Inky was lonely for company so he offered her a low price and a job as his house keeper and really they got along well. Inky felt that the goodies that Sneezy baked by far outweighed the small annoyance of her late night creakings as she paced the floor above him, plotting her latest novel and the clickety-clacking of her typewriter as she tapped away at the keys, putting her splendid ideas onto paper, he thought was rather lulling. And for Miss Sneezy, she didn't mind so much the musty smell of her room, it was, after you got used to it rather romantic and inspiring, like an old used book shop. And Inky's loud snoring hardly disturbed her racing thoughts and fingers. Even the dust Was thought provoking, sparkling through the air as light streamed through the window, illuminating it. So it was a fine arrangement.
Miss Sneezy's sister, Georgia, did not share these sentiments. Georgia with her little turned up nose and perfect blond curls was disgusted by her sister inhabiting such a place! She had tried to convince her to find something more sophisticated, but Miss Sneezy reminded her she was only a writer, not a celebrity, she did not need anything fancy, nor did she have the finances.
Georgia refused to call on Miss Sneezy once she was moved into the attic, unless it was absolutely unavoidable. She had tolerated the animal hair and dandruff from Caesar and Daisy, though if either came within ten feet of her she stared them down with a steely glare sending them whimpering in the other direction. She had set her teeth when Miss Sneezy offered "More tea George?" though George was a perfectly hideous name and it made her want to scream. But the print shop, the musty attic... and the eccentric Inky Fingers, was intolerable! Inky frightened and bored her and she was sure one of these days the decrepit floor boards would just fall apart. So she no longer called on her sister Miss Sneezy.
Miss Sneezy had a large family, six siblings in all. Besides Georgia there were Knightly, a fine gentleman in progress, Skippy, a little butterfly of a girl and 'such a dear!' as Miss Sneezy often put it, Bubbles, always laughing and quite over dramatic, then were Georgia and herself, Prim was a Victorian stoic, Giggles a wonderful tease and Hero, the oldest was everyone's favorite, married to his sweet little wife, Darling, they had the cutest baby in the entire world (forgive me for being biased) his name was Charles, but they called him Chubby.
Prim and Giggles lived in a little country house which considering their extreme opposite personalities is really a wonder they got along at all, but they did and Prim raised horses, and Giggles sold vegetables and baked goods at a little stand by the road.
Today was Friday, the day that Giggles baked for her stand, and Sneezy always helped her. She slipped on her favorite apron and kissed Daisy's wet pink nose,
"Now Dear, don't you trouble Inky and don't get into a squabble with Caesar, you just be a good little puppy while mommy is gone!" Daisy wagged her tail excitedly, and licked Miss Sneezy's face.
"Caesar." Miss Sneezy turned to the large black cat sunning himself in the window, "I'm leaving you in charge. I won't be out too late." Caesar yawned and lazily stretched then settled more comfortably on the sill, trying to disguise the importance he felt with indifference.
As the door closed behind her, Miss Sneezy sighed to herself.
"I do hope they behave!" She worried. A sudden tickle in her nose distracted her thoughts and she sneezed loudly several times, almost falling down the rickety steps in the middle of the print shop.
"Bless you!" Inky exclaimed coming into view below. Miss Sneezy scrubbed her itchy nose furiously with her palm, relieving a bit of the discomfort and giving a loud snort as she descended the creaking staircase.
"Thank you deary!"
"Are you going out?" Inky inquired,
"It's Friday." She reminded, "Baking day!" she smiled up at him, though Inky was short, she was shorter yet.
"That's right. Well goodbye then."
"Bye!" she bustled out the door, only to pop her head in a moment later, "Keep an ear out for Daisy and Caesar, will ya? They've been quarreling lately and I'm just a bit uncomfortable with leaving them home alone together."
"I'll let Daisy down to be with me, don't fret Miss Sneezy, I'll take care of it!"
"Oh, thank you! You're such a dear!" She blew a kiss.
"Bring me some blueberry pop tarts when you come!" Inky called after her.
"I will." She promised then chuckled to herself as she hopped onto her motorcycle,
"I should have known he had a selfish ulterior motive behind that sugar sweetness! He's such a dear!" She turned the key and her motorcycle roared to life and she shot off over the bumpy paved road towards Giggles' cottage.
"Woo hoo! I'm here!" She announced not bothering to knock, then sneezed loudly three times.
"I could hear you from the moment you started that bike of yours! And your sneeze could wake the dead, at least use a tissue! I don't want germs all over my goodies!" Giggles bustled, shoving a tissue towards her sister. Giggles always carried an extra tissue with her and was forever blowing her nose.
Sneezy gingerly took the tissue and set it on a chair, tissues made her queasy, even clean ones. She sneezed again, this time away from Giggles baked goods.
"Wash your hands and you can make the pop tarts." Giggles instructed cheerfully.
"Inky ordered at least a dozen blueberry pop tarts." Sneezy announced.
"Okay, I'll put that into your share of the final goods." Giggles offered.
"Thank you." Just then a staccato rap on the door interrupted them.
"Prim!" Giggles shrieked. Prim came out of a back room, a thick textbook in front of her face and gold rimmed glasses on the tip of her aristocratic nose.
"Yes Giggles?" She looked at them over her spectacles.
"Someone's at the - " Another staccato rap interrupted her. Prim answered the door.
"Georgia." She greeted primly, "Bubbles, Knightly, Skippy." She gave them all a stiff hug.
"Welcome, make yourself at home Dears!" Giggles called.
"Oh! It's just like a family reunion!" Bubbles squealed hugging first Giggles then Sneezy and last of all Prim, leaving the last with a loud dramatic smooch on the cheek. "All of us here this is wonderful! I really love this house, so quaint and sweet. I've always liked the country too. I'm still working on convincing mom and pops to move into that little farm house late Farmer Jack owned. I think it would be lovely living out in such a peaceful place." Bubbles rattled off at lightening speed. hardly pausing for breath. As she continued to chatter gaily to Giggles. Prim had retreated and Knightly and Skippy had helped themselves to cookies and milk and were seated at the counter conversing about butterflies and plans for their tree fort. Georgia stiffly resting her delicate snowy glove on Sneezy's arm, invited her for a short stroll, down the lane. Sneezy obliged.
"I wanted to once again-" Georgia was interrupted by a sneeze from her sister that echoed through the surrounding woods. She set her jaw and bit back the edgy words that came to her tongue.
"As I was saying, I would like to once again entreat you to reconsider your choice of abode." She adjusted her bonnet and proceeded. "And your allergies- get rid of those filthy pets!" She turned up her nose.
"Filthy pets!" Sneezy's voice was carefully controlled. "George." she began candidly, not observing the horrified tremor that shook her sister at this address. "My pets are not filthy. They're cleanly, Caesar constantly is bathing himself and about my residence, Inky is an excellent landlord and really such a dear! I have no intentions of moving."
"Don't you dare go getting sweet on that Inky! It'd be a disgrace to your family!" Georgia shuttered.
"I'll do as I please." Sneezy tossed back.
"Very well, good day sister." Georgia stalked off in a huff, but even her stalk was a graceful glide.
"Hmph!" Sneezy huffed and returned to the cottage to finish baking.
At the end of the day, Sneezy packed up her share of the baked goods, kissed Giggles goodbye and zipped back to the print shop in Birchmont.
"How's my baby?" She greeted bending to pet the golden lab at the door of the shop then as she straightened up, her eyes took in the mess, paper strewn, inky paws followed by inky shoe prints leading to an ink covered and disheveled Inky in the corner, head in his hands. He looked at her wearily and wiped more black on his already smudged face.
"Sneezy didn't know whether to laugh or scold or cry and so as she was undecided she sat down next to Inky with the blueberry pop tarts, taking tow she handed him one, they bit and chewed slowly, surveying the disaster surrounding them. Daisy, tail between her legs and a repentant look in her soft brown eyes stood a little way off whimpering.
Sneezy's heart softened,
"Here Baby." She held out a third pop tart to Daisy. "Don't worry." she crooned, kissing the puppy's nose, "We'll clean it up, you're not bad, only playful." Daisy thumped her tail and licked her chops, seemingly relieved and Inky reached blackened fingers for another pop tart.
"The pop tarts are worth the mess." he chuckled, and silently Sneezy agreed. Just then there was a jealous meow and Caesar appeared at the bottom of the stairs, looking at the group as if to ask why he wasn't invited, but when he was offered a pop tart he turned up his nose and padded up the stairs as if it were 'sour grapes'! Curling in his window sill, he sulked about the 'unfairness' of life.
I think you could turn it into a chapter book. :) Its the kinda' book I would definitely read!!! :-) Love u girl! ~Lavina Martin
ReplyDeleteOh well thank you Lavina! :) Love ya!
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