Blory #3 A Stinkerspy Socks Life

As a sock, I had always been proud of the fact that I managed to consistently escape the evil clutches of the lady with the laundry hamper. You see, I, Sebastian, am one of the infamous stinkerspy socks. I had been very confident, doing things no other stinkerspy sock dared to do. I believed that I was invincible, but I was proved wrong.

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So as to not confuse you, I will first tell you that we socks are all actually alive and kicking, not the dead things that you think us to be. With that secret revealed, you may also wonder what happens to the socks that have lost the other half of their pair or have become holey and useless. Well, let me tell you a little secret, we lone socks are actually hidden all around every house in the world and are secretly planning for the downfall of the ladies with the laundry hamper and their rumbling box companions that cleans things. We have organized ourselves into many groups in order to have this dream of ours come true.

There are the stinker socks, who lure the lady with the laundry hamper away from our base of operations and recruit new socks, then there are the spy socks, who watch every move of the lady with the laundry hamper and the teenage boy that lives with her. There are also the brain socks that plan our every move and tell the stinker socks how to hinder the cleaning of the lady with the laundry hamper. But, then there are the stinkerspy socks who are one of a kind. They are the ones charged with the special task of rescuing socks from the demise that all socks fear-being thrown away.

There are many horror stories told at night about famous socks that had saved hundreds of socks from the trash can but in the end had all been captured and thrown away. Those socks had never been seen again but some of the brain socks had claimed that they had seen pictures of the few remnants of the socks after they had been thrown away. I had vowed never to become one of those wool pieces blowing in the wind but as all vows eventually turn out, it was broken.

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“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!” I hollered as the lady with the laundry hamper lifted me off the messy floor that I called home. My sock friends had hidden themselves among the clothes that lay strewn across the floor, only able to watch in horror as I was captured by the lady. I tried to wriggle free from her meaty hand but I could do nothing to stop it, my fate was inevitable. The lady stuffed my head into a basket of other dirty clothes and seeing that it was full, left the room to dump the clothes in yet another basket.

After I succeeded in wriggling out of the mound of clothes that were crushing me, I studied my surrounding, hoping to find a way to escape. I was not going to die here! I would definitely find a way to escape! I tried to pull myself out one of the holes in the basket but it was futile. I was just about ready to give up when the boxers beside me moved and I turned in surprise.

“Yo dude, what are you doing here?” the boxers drawled.

“Never mind me, why are you here? I thought the holey boxers were part of the Icky Rebellion.” I replied mystified.

“Meh, I was tired of all that running so I gave up and now here I am”

“Don’t you feel the urge to resist?”

“Nah, when you get to this age my boy, you get tired of all these petty squabbles”

“Our rebellion isn’t petty! It’s a sign of spirit! Of resistance! Of all things that make us independent creatures!”

“Think what you want, it matters not to me, I’m just a pair of holey boxers”

I could not believe this! Did this pair of boxers represent the morale of our troops? I thought that the rebellion had far more support than this! This revelation only fueled my desire to escape even more. I began to plan my escape instead of trying to force my was out but in the midst of it the teenage boy who's room I lived in came in. He had this evil grin on his face and I had a feeling who was going to do something quite appalling. He did. He reached into the basket in which I was situated and I was torn yet again from my resting place. I sighed, if this kept on happening, I would get used to it.

The boy carried me back to his room which was pretty good except for the fact that he reached into a place us socks had never dared to explore, ever. The closet door was opened and what came out in his hand was a paper shredder. I relaxed. He was probably going to toss me somewhere in his room and shred his homework or something. I squinted in an attempt to see how many things he had shredded and what I saw filled me with dread. The woolly remains of my fallen comrades lay in the bottom of the paper shredder and I guessed that I would have the same fate. Yet again I struggled pointlessly but in the end I was stuffed into the paper shredder anyway. As a last valiant effort, I sunk my mini sock teeth into the boys hand. I hope I gave him the only lethal disease socks have, sockitis, for all the pain he put me through. I HOPE YOU DIE WITH ME STUPID BOY!

At least I'm in sock heaven now . :)

Blory#2, The Egg That Could Fly

The egg we are going to talk about in this story is not just any egg. It is a very special egg, that was manufactured by the greatest minds that have ever lived. Scientists had tinkered with its DNA by melding human and bird genes together and their objective was to create a human that could fly. The egg was their 522nd experiment, and all the ones before had either produced abhorrent mutations of a human and bird or had never hatched. The scientists were sure that this one was sure to be a success, it had to be! They scurried around the lab making the final preparations for its hatching and failed to notice the girl hidden in the shadows watching their every move...

Zach was a normal guy, well, at least in his terms. All he did was study and try to appease his parents who were famous astronauts but it never worked. He was a loner because everyone in his school thought that he was snotty and a brat because he had famous and rich parents. But as long as he was secretly working on a project that would blast him into space and beyond, he didn't care what others thought of him. His shuttle would take him on an adventure that would far surpass those of other people! He wouldn't have to live unacknowledged and his parents and the people at school would finally recognize him as a real man. Grown up and ready to take on the world!

Zach shook his head to rid himself of his dreams and returned to the present. He had to finish his invention before his parent's birthday. His agile hands flew over his contraption and as he assembled the parts meticulously a lock of his sandy brown hair fell in front of his eyes. He brushed it away in annoyance but as more hair fell, the irritated Zach had to stand up to stretch his lanky limbs and fix his hair. He caught a glimpse of his hazel coloured eyes in the mirror and his inventions in the display case behind him. He smirked and envisioned the amazing shuttle that would help him discover new habitable planets that humans could live on when it was completed. The muffled sound of a car door being slammed yanked him out of his daydreams and Zach hurriedly carried the invention out the back door and stuffed it into some bushes. He rushed back inside to greet his parents and to pretend that he had been working on his homework the whole time.

The girl eyed the boy as he entered back into the house. Her muddled head decided that the contraption that he had poorly concealed would be a good hiding spot and as she staggered over to it, the many wounds she had received from the struggle with the scientists after she had been caught stealing the egg bled heavily. She collapsed into the bushes and fell into a deep dreamless sleep with her body curled around the egg.

"Hey Zach, what have you been doing?" His mother's head popped out from behind the door.

"Nothing Mum, just finishing up my homework" Zach replied.

"I heard you had your math test returned to you, can I see it?"

"Umm...sure..." He hesitantly said. He turned around to grab his backpack and pulled out his crumpled math test. A feeling of dread started to build up inside of him as the slip of paper left his hands and entered his mother's.

"Zach..."she began,"I expected better than this. We've been over this so many times. Can't you just understand my feelings?" She flipped over the paper to show Zach the number that he had received on the test. A big fat 99 in red pen was circled the top of the paper."It should be easy for you to get perfect. Why can't you make that happen?" Zach stayed silent ashamed of himself. His mother stared at him waiting for an answer but she gave up after a few moments. "Try to get perfect on you next test OK honey?" She stood up and gave him a kiss on the forehead and left the room.

Zach sat there for a while doing nothing until he heard a strange rustling outside."Strange," he thought, "could there be an animal in the garden?" He stood up and looked through his window. He could see nothing but just as he was about to dismiss the rustling as a figment of his imagination, he heard it again. This time, he saw a thin pair of legs peeking out from under a bush. He bolted down the stairs to investigate the mysterious thing he had seen and just before he reached the back door, he paused and started to sneakily tiptoe to the pair of legs. As he approached, the legs made no signs of movement and just as he was about to bend down and grab the legs, they shot back into the bush and a pair of green eyes opened and stared out at him. A thin arm snaked out from between the branches and seized his hand. Zach sat there stunned at the speed at which it had happened until a hoarse voice whispered urgently, "My name is Calypso, please save me."