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SyntheticPaper- Posts : 81
Join date : 2012-04-22
Age : 102
Submitted for the approval of the midnight NST society, I call this story …
Jenny and Johnny were best friends, they always had been. They were next door neighbors growing up and they spent all day every day together. One day Johnny noticed that Jenny was wearing a pretty yellow ribbon around her neck. He thought about this and realized that she was wearing it the day before as well. And the day before that. And the day before that as well. In fact he couldn't remember EVER seeing her without the ribbon. But kids being kids he soon got distracted and thought no more about it.
As they grew older Jenny and Johnny remained friends, soon they began to grow closer and closer. Johnny told Jenny everything and Jenny told Johnny … well, not quite everything. But Johnny was so curious he just had to know.
“Jenny”, he asked her. “Why do always wear that yellow ribbon around your neck?”
She gave him a peculiar little half smile. “Welllll … “ she said slowly. “I will tell you … after the Spring Dance at school this Friday. If you take me”
Well, Johnny jumped at the chance, after all he had long thought Jenny was very cute. As the days to the dance counted down he was more and more excited, and more and more nervous … and more and more curious about the yellow ribbon. Finally the night of the dance arrived, Johnny walked up to the door to Jenny's house and she appeared wearing a beautiful yellow dress which perfectly matched the ribbon around her neck. He was dying to ask her but knew he would have to wait until after the dance so he bottled up his curiosity for the time being. Johnny had a wonderful time at the dance, but it went on so long and he was so tired from dancing every dance with Jenny, the question completely slipped his mind! The next day he ran up to Jenny and as he opened his mouth to ask her she gave him that peculiar little smile again and held her finger to his lips while shaking her head.
“Someday … someday”, she said quietly.
Jenny and Johnny grew closer and closer, the went out every weekend year in and year out and every time Johnny asked her about the yellow ribbon she would just give him that smile and shake her head and say “Someday … someday”. Johnny was getting more and more frustrated, but there was something very bewitching about Jenny, he couldn't imagine being with anyone else.
Finally when they were 18 and had graduated from school Johnny said he had a question for Jenny.
“Jenny, will you marry me?”
Jenny's eyes grew big and round and she hugged him tightly.
“Of course I will!” She said, beaming.
“And ...” Johnny continued. “Will, you please tell me why you always wear that yellow ribbon around your neck?”
That peculiar little smile came across Jenny's face and she said quietly. “I will tell you after the wedding”.
The days before the wedding were hectic as one might imagine and on the day itself Johnny was busier than he had ever been, with his mind racing here and there so as one might expect the question that had been on his mind nearly his entire life slipped his mind yet again! The next morning he woke up, realizing that yet again he had failed to ask her he turned to face his wife. She already had that peculiar smile on her face and was already shaking her head and then held her finger to his lips.
“Someday … someday”.
Johnny and Jenny had a wonderful life, and a wonderful family with many beautiful children. As the children grew older they also became curious about the ribbon around their mothers neck, but their father would just shake his head and hold his finger in front of his lips, for he knew that Jenny would only tell when she was ready.
They grew older and their children grew up and moved away and it was just Johnny and Jenny again. One day Johnny asked his wife.
“Jenny, will you please finally tell me why you always wear the ribbon around your neck?”
“Oh Johnny, it's been so long, can't you wait just a little bit longer?”
Johnny sighed and nodded his head. “I suppose so."
They were very old and soon Jenny knew she didn't have much time left in her life. She called Johnny over to the side of her bed.
“Johnny, you have been so patient and so understanding all these years. Would you like to know why I always wear this ribbon around my neck?”
Johnny nodded his head. “Yes, you know I do, I have been so curious for so long”.
She looked up at him with her big blue eyes. “You can take it off now”.
Johnny untied the ribbon slowly with trembling fingers and as he did so …
Jenny's head fell off and rolled to the floor where she looked up at him, with that peculiar little smile on her lips.
The Legend of the Yellow Ribbon.
Jenny and Johnny were best friends, they always had been. They were next door neighbors growing up and they spent all day every day together. One day Johnny noticed that Jenny was wearing a pretty yellow ribbon around her neck. He thought about this and realized that she was wearing it the day before as well. And the day before that. And the day before that as well. In fact he couldn't remember EVER seeing her without the ribbon. But kids being kids he soon got distracted and thought no more about it.
As they grew older Jenny and Johnny remained friends, soon they began to grow closer and closer. Johnny told Jenny everything and Jenny told Johnny … well, not quite everything. But Johnny was so curious he just had to know.
“Jenny”, he asked her. “Why do always wear that yellow ribbon around your neck?”
She gave him a peculiar little half smile. “Welllll … “ she said slowly. “I will tell you … after the Spring Dance at school this Friday. If you take me”
Well, Johnny jumped at the chance, after all he had long thought Jenny was very cute. As the days to the dance counted down he was more and more excited, and more and more nervous … and more and more curious about the yellow ribbon. Finally the night of the dance arrived, Johnny walked up to the door to Jenny's house and she appeared wearing a beautiful yellow dress which perfectly matched the ribbon around her neck. He was dying to ask her but knew he would have to wait until after the dance so he bottled up his curiosity for the time being. Johnny had a wonderful time at the dance, but it went on so long and he was so tired from dancing every dance with Jenny, the question completely slipped his mind! The next day he ran up to Jenny and as he opened his mouth to ask her she gave him that peculiar little smile again and held her finger to his lips while shaking her head.
“Someday … someday”, she said quietly.
Jenny and Johnny grew closer and closer, the went out every weekend year in and year out and every time Johnny asked her about the yellow ribbon she would just give him that smile and shake her head and say “Someday … someday”. Johnny was getting more and more frustrated, but there was something very bewitching about Jenny, he couldn't imagine being with anyone else.
Finally when they were 18 and had graduated from school Johnny said he had a question for Jenny.
“Jenny, will you marry me?”
Jenny's eyes grew big and round and she hugged him tightly.
“Of course I will!” She said, beaming.
“And ...” Johnny continued. “Will, you please tell me why you always wear that yellow ribbon around your neck?”
That peculiar little smile came across Jenny's face and she said quietly. “I will tell you after the wedding”.
The days before the wedding were hectic as one might imagine and on the day itself Johnny was busier than he had ever been, with his mind racing here and there so as one might expect the question that had been on his mind nearly his entire life slipped his mind yet again! The next morning he woke up, realizing that yet again he had failed to ask her he turned to face his wife. She already had that peculiar smile on her face and was already shaking her head and then held her finger to his lips.
“Someday … someday”.
Johnny and Jenny had a wonderful life, and a wonderful family with many beautiful children. As the children grew older they also became curious about the ribbon around their mothers neck, but their father would just shake his head and hold his finger in front of his lips, for he knew that Jenny would only tell when she was ready.
They grew older and their children grew up and moved away and it was just Johnny and Jenny again. One day Johnny asked his wife.
“Jenny, will you please finally tell me why you always wear the ribbon around your neck?”
“Oh Johnny, it's been so long, can't you wait just a little bit longer?”
Johnny sighed and nodded his head. “I suppose so."
They were very old and soon Jenny knew she didn't have much time left in her life. She called Johnny over to the side of her bed.
“Johnny, you have been so patient and so understanding all these years. Would you like to know why I always wear this ribbon around my neck?”
Johnny nodded his head. “Yes, you know I do, I have been so curious for so long”.
She looked up at him with her big blue eyes. “You can take it off now”.
Johnny untied the ribbon slowly with trembling fingers and as he did so …
Jenny's head fell off and rolled to the floor where she looked up at him, with that peculiar little smile on her lips.
SyntheticPaper- Posts : 81
Join date : 2012-04-22
Age : 102
Submitted for the approval of the midnight NST society, I call this story …
Occasionally one may hear tales of Neopets distant past. Strange, odd stories that certainly are not true. Stories such as this, perhaps. Many years ago, before Neopets was owned by Viacom, and before all the stuffies appeared at McDonalds … there was a game. It was a rather different game. It was called Polypupbius and it was quite a bit more difficult than the other games on the site at the time. It involved multi colored lights that flashed in set patterns, sounds that were only sometimes within the range of human hearing and random ultra-fast subliminal commands flashed on the screen. Neopets had very, very high hopes for this game and promoted it constantly. They even went so far as to create a pet which tied into the game by using a similar name.
It was around this time, however that Neopets popularity took a bit of a nosedive (obviously this would reverse quite soon). No one is quite certain why, but there were rumours, oh yes, the rumours. Players were complaining of black shadows following them about, they experienced horrid nightmares, occasionally they wouldn't be able to sleep for weeks at a time. They would be overcome by sudden violent urges. Eventually they stopped logging on entirely. Of course no one knows what happened to them, but to this day you can still read vague hints at this incident on the neoboards … well, you will read them only until TnT delete the threads of course.
There are … other stories that still persist to this day. Adam and Donna knew that Neopets was about to explode in popularity and they would need new monitors for the boards, new artists and new programers. What would be a better way to choose just the right people than by using this new and highly advanced game they had developed?
Of course Polypupbius vanished from Neopets right away, leaving not a single trace. Or did it? Perhaps somewhere deep, deep in the game graveyard there might just be a certain game … maybe it's not even called Polypupbius any more. It could be any of those dusty, neglected old games. Dusty and old, yes, but who's to say what that that game might still do anyone who happens to stumble upon it whilst taking a stroll though the Haunted Woods late one Neopian evening.
But of course it's just a legend. That's all it ever was. There was never a Polypupbius, there were never hundreds of neopet players suffering mental breakdowns that would effect them the rest of their lives. And there most certainly was never a pet known as a Polypup.
The Tail of Polypupbius.
Occasionally one may hear tales of Neopets distant past. Strange, odd stories that certainly are not true. Stories such as this, perhaps. Many years ago, before Neopets was owned by Viacom, and before all the stuffies appeared at McDonalds … there was a game. It was a rather different game. It was called Polypupbius and it was quite a bit more difficult than the other games on the site at the time. It involved multi colored lights that flashed in set patterns, sounds that were only sometimes within the range of human hearing and random ultra-fast subliminal commands flashed on the screen. Neopets had very, very high hopes for this game and promoted it constantly. They even went so far as to create a pet which tied into the game by using a similar name.
It was around this time, however that Neopets popularity took a bit of a nosedive (obviously this would reverse quite soon). No one is quite certain why, but there were rumours, oh yes, the rumours. Players were complaining of black shadows following them about, they experienced horrid nightmares, occasionally they wouldn't be able to sleep for weeks at a time. They would be overcome by sudden violent urges. Eventually they stopped logging on entirely. Of course no one knows what happened to them, but to this day you can still read vague hints at this incident on the neoboards … well, you will read them only until TnT delete the threads of course.
There are … other stories that still persist to this day. Adam and Donna knew that Neopets was about to explode in popularity and they would need new monitors for the boards, new artists and new programers. What would be a better way to choose just the right people than by using this new and highly advanced game they had developed?
Of course Polypupbius vanished from Neopets right away, leaving not a single trace. Or did it? Perhaps somewhere deep, deep in the game graveyard there might just be a certain game … maybe it's not even called Polypupbius any more. It could be any of those dusty, neglected old games. Dusty and old, yes, but who's to say what that that game might still do anyone who happens to stumble upon it whilst taking a stroll though the Haunted Woods late one Neopian evening.
But of course it's just a legend. That's all it ever was. There was never a Polypupbius, there were never hundreds of neopet players suffering mental breakdowns that would effect them the rest of their lives. And there most certainly was never a pet known as a Polypup.
Lenny59- Posts : 308
Join date : 2012-04-17
Age : 64
Location : Southern Oregon
Polly Grundy - american folk tale
I came home late one night after work and found my wife Ethel puttering about the kitchen with a big yellow cat at her heels.
“And who is this?” I asked jovially. “This is our new cat,” said Ethel, giving me a hug and a kiss to welcome me home. “She just appeared at the kitchen door and wanted to come in. None of the neighbors know where she came from, so I guess she’s ours. It will be nice to have some company around the house.” I bent down and scratched the yellow cat under the chin. She purred and stretched. “Well, I think our income can stretch far enough to feed three,” I said.
My son had taken over my job at the mercantile and my wife and I were enjoying a leisurely old age. I liked to keep busy though, and so I spent a few hours every day cutting and hauling wood to be used at the mill. I went out to milk the cow, and when I came back in, Ethel gave the cat some cream in a saucer. We sat on the porch after dinner, and the cat sat with us. “You are a very nice kitty,” I said to her. She purred loudly.
“Donald,” Ethel said. She sounded worried. I turned to look at her. “The neighbors acted rather oddly when I told them about the cat. They seemed to think she was a ghost or a witch of some sort, transformed into a cat. They told me to get rid of her.” “A witch?” I asked, and laughed heartily. “Are you a witch, little cat?” The cat yawned and stretched. Reluctantly, Ethel started to laugh with me. It seemed such a ludicrous notion. We sat watching the beautiful sunset, and then took ourselves to bed.
The cat quickly became an essential part of our household. She would purr us awake each morning, and would beg for cream when I brought in the morning’s milking. She followed Ethel around supervising her work during the day and would sit by the fire at night while we read aloud.
The days became shorter as autumn approached, and often I would work until nearly sunset, cutting and hauling wood. One night in October, I didn’t finish hauling my last load until dusk. As soon as I had piled the last log, I started down the road, hoping to get home before dark since I had not brought a lantern with me. I rounded a corner and saw a group of black cats standing in the middle of the road. They were nearly invisible in the growing dark.
As I drew nearer, I saw that they were carrying a stretcher between them. I stopped and rubbed my eyes. That was impossible. When I looked again, the stretcher was still there, and there was a little dead cat lying on it.
I was astonished. It must be a trick of the light, I thought. Then one of the cats called out, “Sir, please tell Aunt Kan that Polly Grundy is dead.”
My mouth dropped open in shock. I shook my head hard, not believing my ears. How ridiculous, I thought. Cats don’t talk. I hurried past the little group, carefully looking the other way. I must be working too hard, I thought. But I couldn’t help wondering who Aunt Kan might be. And why did the cat want me to tell her Polly Grundy was dead? Was Polly Grundy the cat on the stretcher?
Suddenly, I was confronted by a small black cat. It was standing directly in front of me. I stopped and looked down at it. It looked back at me with large green eyes that seemed to glow in the fading light. “I have a message for Aunt Kan,” the cat said. “Tell her that Polly Grundy is dead.” The cat stalked passed me and went to join the other cats grouped around the stretcher.
I was completely nonplussed. This was getting very spooky. Talking cats and a dead Polly Grundy. And who was Aunt Kan? I hurried away as fast as I could walk. Around me, the woods were getting darker and darker. I did not want to stay in that wood with a group of talking cats. Not that I really believed the cats had spoken. It was all a strange, waking dream brought on by too much work.
Behind me, the cats gave a strange shriek and called out together: “Old man! Tell Aunt Kan that Polly Grundy is dead!”
I’d had enough. I sprinted for home as fast as I could go, and didn’t stop until I had reached the safety of my porch. I paused to catch my breath. I did not want to explain to Ethel that I was seeing and hearing impossible things. She would dose me with castor oil and call the doctor.
When I was sufficiently composed, I went into the house and tried to act normally. I should have known it wouldn’t work. Ethel and I had been married for thirty years, and she knew me inside and out. She didn’t say anything until after I’d finished the chores. Then she sat me down in front of the fire and brought me my supper. After I’d take a few bites and started to relax, she said, “Tell me all about it, Donald.” “I don’t want to worry you,” I said, reluctant to talk about what I had seen and heard on the way home.
The yellow cat was lying by the fire. She looked up when she heard my voice, and came to sit by my chair. I offered her a morsel of food, which she accepted daintily.
“I’ll worry more if you don’t tell me,” said Ethel.
“I think maybe something is wrong with my brain,” I said slowly. “While I was walking home, I thought I saw a group of black cats carrying a stretcher with a dead cat on it. Then I thought I heard the cats talking to me. They asked me to tell Aunt Kan that Polly Grundy was dead.”
The yellow cat leapt up onto the window sill. “Polly Grundy is dead?” she cried. “Then I am the Queen of the Witches!”
She switched her tail and the window flew open with a bang. The yellow cat leapt through it and disappeared into the night, never to return.
Ethel had to dump an entire bucket of water over my head to revive me from my faint. "The good news,” she told me when I sat up, dripping and swearing because the water was ice cold, “is that you have nothing wrong with your brain. The bad news is that our cat has just left us to become the Queen of the Witches. We’ll have to get another cat.”
“Oh no,” I said immediately. “I’ve had enough of cats.”
We got a dog.
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