The Changeling Attack

Jed Hamilton:

When I saw the changelings attacking the hospital, I grew worried. Not just about if the people could get hurt or killed in the onslaught. It was also about our secret world being discovered by normal people. I’m not sure if that’s a good idea, but the dumbest thing to do is to pretend that there’s no secret hidden world.

And that’s a dumb, but necessary decision that I have to make.

When I saw my mother running down the hall, I knew exactly had to be done. As much as I hated it, mom would have to know the truth about me and my secret magical world.

—–

Linda Hamilton:

I had been working in the hospital for several hours when I heard an alarm ringing in the halls. I heard the screams of various people as they fled from their rooms. But the reason they fled was not of human means, not when I saw my son talking about what appeared to be a monster.

After I heard Jed telling me to run, I paused in my footsteps. What was I running from? What was going on here? And why was Jed at the hospital when he should be at school?

But before I could ask the question, Jed grabbed my hand and dragged me down the hall. It was then that I realized that there was no time for explanations. I just had to get out of there.

—–

A random stranger

When I heard the alarm, I found myself jumping out of bed and running down the hall. There were scores of people fleeing from the hospital. Some teenagers spoke of changelings attacking the place.

But what is a changeling, and why would they attack a hospital? What did anyone in the hospital do to those monsters to deserve their wrath?

I then saw Mrs. Hamilton being dragged away from the room by a young boy. The boy appeared to be her son, as I heard him calling her “mom”. But I also saw him trying to protect her from the evil that is in the air.

This Story is Only 14 Sentences Long

Before I forget, here’s what I have to say. No one had ever told me this, but when I was a kid, I wasn’t allowed to play outside. I never knew why, but my parents told me that I needed to stay home where I could be safe. But what could possibly be outside that could hurt me? I don’t have any enemies, so who would want to hurt me?

Well, one day, I chanced to set foot outside the house. Mom and dad were gone for the day and my neglectful babysitter had fallen asleep on the couch while watching TV. When I stepped outside the door, I tasted freedom. The kind of freedom that could only happen when I got what I wanted.

Just then, I saw a huge group of fairies flying towards me. I had never seen the fairies before, but I knew that they had been watching me for my entire life. As I walked further outside, the sun disappeared behind a dark cloud. The fairies, upon seeing me, all dropped to one knee before me. The lead fairy said, “What are your orders, your highness?”

Jaclyn’s List on How to Succeed at LPSTube (StoryADay Post)

Step 1: Come up with a original idea for a video.

Step 2: Recruit all my friends. (Even if Susie will complain that she’s
doing “another YouTube” show. She’s a Littlest Pet Shop Toy, and she
needs to be a part of LPSTube!!)

Step 3: Make up the show. (make it so great the other LPS toys will get jealous.)

Step 4: publish the video on YouTube. Get rave reviews.

Step 5: profit.

After the Endgame (StoryADay post)

Angry

Ling-Mei was angry. The movie “Avengers: Endgame” didn’t end the way that he had wanted the story to end. And he was letting everyone know that through his bad attitude.

“Dude, what the tail is wrong with you?” Andy said to him as the toys gathered in the cafeteria for lunch. “You’re angrier than an elephant with excema.”

“Yeah,” said Amelia. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s that Endgame movie,” said Ling-Mei. “That movie was a waste of my life!”

“Don’t tell me that you hated the movie,” said Jaclyn. “If you did, you’ve offended scores of Marvel fans, including me.”

“I don’t care,” said Ling-Mei. “I hated that movie. Now leave me alone!”

He stormed away from the table as Susie said, “Forget him, guys. Let him stew in his own anger. He’ll get over it soon.”

“I hope so,” said Bob.

—–

Indifferent

Unlike Ling-Mei, Wrinkles didn’t appear to care about how “Avengers: Endgame” had ended. He was a casual movie watcher, never getting involved in the movie unless it was necessary.

Case in point:

“Well, I personally thought the movie wasn’t all that bad,” he said in response to Ling-Mei’s comment about the movie.

“But you don’t hate it?” Ling-Mei snapped.

“Don’t be silly,” said Wrinkles. “I can’t hate the Avengers. It’s just a movie. Besides, you take this too serious. Why can’t you just enjoy the movie like everyone else?”

Ling-Mei yelled out, “You just don’t get it,” as he walked away. Wrinkles shook his head, saying, “That dude will never get it.”

“And neither will you,” said Bob. “You don’t take this seriously at all.”

“Whatever,” said Wrinkles.

—–

Excited

While Ling-Mei was angry and Wrinkles was indifferent, Jaclyn was very happy with the conclusion of “Avengers: Endgame”. In fact, she was so excited that she couldn’t contain herself.

Case in point:

“Wow, Wrinkles, you just don’t care about the movie, don’t you?” she said to him.

“Well, it’s just a movie,” Wrinkles said, but Jaclyn glared at him. “How could you say that?” she cried out. “”Avengers: Endgame” is the conclusion of something that Marvel studios began with Iron Man in 2008! how can you NOT be excited over that?”

“Maybe it’s because…” Wrinkles began, but Susie shut him down. “Jaclyn is excited about the movie, which you will never be,” she snapped. “Abeau to you for not being excited over the movie!”

As you can see, there were three moods and the reaction to “Avengers: Endgame”. Now you know.

Unspoiling the Endgame (Just Another Random LPS Show fanfiction) (StoryADay Post)

“Well, I hope that you’re not planning to spoil the movie,” Snarky Susie said as she, Jaclyn, Amelia, Andy, Bob, and Wrinkles were standing in line at the movies. They were planning to watch the movie “Avengers: Endgame”. Susie and Jaclyn had both seen the movie on opening night, which mean that the others didn’t watch the movie yet.

Until now, that was.

Jaclyn said, “It’s not us who have to worry about the movie being spoiled; it’s probably Ling-Mei trying to ruin everything for us. Again.”

“Like remember last year, when he ruined “Avengers: Infinity War” for us?” said Wrinkles.

“That one guy behind us almost killed him,” said Amelia.

“Plus, all those spoilers were fake,” said Susie. “Abeau to him for ruining the movie for us!!! He should have known better!”

Jaclyn said, “Does it matter? Ling-Mei gets his news from that fake tabloid website…”

“You mean, The Fresh Plants News?” said Bob.

“That site is full of crap,” said Andy. “Everything on there is fake.”

“Indeed,” said Jaclyn.

“Uh-oh, here he comes,” said Susie as the panda in question came towards them. He said, “I just got done seeing Endgame, and you won’t believe what happens…”

“Shut up, Ling-Mei!” everyone yelled as they pounced on him and covered his mouth.

Trapped in the Cupboard (Just Another Random LPS Show fanfiction) (StoryADay Post)

“Now this is a fine predicament that you’ve gotten me into,” Snarky Susie said to Bob as they, Jaclyn, Amelia, Andy, and Wrinkles had found themselves trapped in a cupboard. Earlier, the six toys had tried to spy on their rivals, only to find themselves hiding from the Gossip Girls, who would surely call them out on their sins.

Now they were trapped.

“Don’t look at me,” said Bob. “It was all Amelia’s suggestion.”

“Are you blaming all of this on me?” Amelia snapped.

“Not really,” said Andy. “But still, Duchess, Luna, and Casey are up to something, and we need to find out what they’re planning so we can stop them.”

I hope so,” said Susie. “I can’t stand it. Holly, Jennifer, and Priscilla will have our heads for this if they find out that we know something that they don’t.”

“Well, of course they’re going to get mad at us,” said Jaclyn. “They’re the Gossip Girls. Gossip is their middle name.”

“Indeed,” said Wrinkles. “And if any one of them talks about my wrinkles one more time…”

“Chillax, dude,” said Bob. “They won’t.”

“And how do you know?” said Wrinkles.

“Because I think Jaclyn left her phone out in the library and it’s recording everything,” said Susie.

“Oh mistletoe!!” said Jaclyn. “If anyone finds out about this, we’re ALL in big trouble!”

The Doll (StoryADay Post)

I stared at the strange doll for a long time. It was 16 inches tall and it looked like a young girl. She had hazel eyes, a light brown complexion, and wavy shoulder-length golden-blond hair. She appeared to be made out of cloth. She was short and thin. Her stitched-on face has a happy expression. She is wearing a fantasy-style winter outfit in colors that remind you of a temperate forest.

It was as if I was staring at a forest fairy.

I don’t know why I kept staring that that particular doll, but she appeared to be staring at me. Out of all the dolls in the doll store, this one kept staring at me. I don’t know why.

I stare at her again, and it was as if she and I were the only two people in that store. (Well, if she was a person, that was.) The doll kept staring at me, as if she wanted me to buy her and bring her home. I felt a chill going down my back, as if she was watching me, hoping that I would take the hint and buy her. There was nothing else for me to do except to buy the doll.

But did I buy the doll?

Damaged Beyond Repair, Part 2 (StoryADay Post)

My name is Alexandra Holt, and I’m now 16 years old.

I once told you that I suffered from the unthinkable crime of child abandonment. My father had abandoned me and my mother was put in a mental hospital. Yet she died when she broke out of said hospital and tried to go after a man she had believed that had destroyed her marriage.

And she threw away everything she loved, and one of those things was me.

So, where am I now?

I’m sitting in Barlean Psychiatric hospital, where I was recovering from everything that had happened to me so far. Everyone had initially forgotten that I had beaten and abused my cousin John, which led to his tragic death during that infamous Lochland High School shooting. They were content to label John as a monster, the boy who shot up the school despite John’s best friend Jed spreading that rumor that he was the shooter. (Only a few people believed that story, as everyone was convinced that John was the shooter.) But that doesn’t mean anything for me now.

So, how did I get to the hospital?

Well, I was worried for my friend Nadia Coffey after she apparently dropped off the face of the Earth shortly after moving to Charleston to be with her aunt. (Her parents Johnathon and LaDonna were killed in a house fire a few months ago.) There came the rumor that claimed that she was adopted, and that her mother was her aunt and the aunt that she was staying with was actually her mother. My friends Ava and Grace persuaded me to go with them to Charleston to get Nadia back.

But then that’s when things went wrong.

When I came to Lochland High School, the students there all gave me dirty looks, as if they were blaming ME for the shooting that left their older siblings dead. At the same time, however, Nadia’s new friends had told me to stay away from her, as if I was the villain. Plus, there was the matter of Nadia’s new boyfriend, who appeared to know more about me than I did myself.

But that wasn’t the worst of it.

After an incident at the school’s homecoming dance, where two students died and a third was incapacitated, I was taken to the hospital with a claim that I was suffering from some unresolved mental issues and I needed help in dealing with those issues. This wasn’t wrong, as I had ignored those particular issues for far too long and now someone is dead because of me.

But that story isn’t over yet.

I had more than a few people accusing me of planning the school shooting and hiring someone to carry out that deed, which was something that I probably would have done. It was like everyone had forgotten that I was the victim of child abandonment and I had started bullying other people because of that abandonment. But now that I’m older, all I can say is that the things we experience as children can never truly leave us as adults.

Damaged Beyond Repair (StoryADay Post)

My name is Alexandra Holt, and I have been classified as “damaged beyond repair“.

It’s not that I was abused or mistreated or anything like that, but all I know is that I’ve seen some things that no other little girl has ever seen. While most little girls are afraid of the monsters that lived under her bed, I was seeing the monsters that lived in my house.

And it really didn’t help matters when I discovered that my father Richard had abandoned me and my mom when I was just a baby, and by the time I was 3 years old, he was no longer a part of my life. My mother Anna went crazy and was soon taken to a mental hospital, which sent me straight to my uncle Robert and Aunt Nadine and their children, Janeen, Michael, John, and Barbara, who lived in Charleston, South Carolina.

Well, despite the fact that my relatives loved me, I couldn’t help but feel a bit of animosity towards them, as they were all a secured family and I was practically an orphan. The other children did not like or treat me well, which led to me being unnaturally shy and withdrawn. And it certainly didn’t help that I had started to run around with “the wrong crowd” at age seven and a half.

Running around with the wrong crowd at any age is a bad thing, but with me acting more like a teenager than my older cousins, things just got very bad quickly. Not only was I getting into fights at school, but at home, things quickly went bad. For example, I clobbered Michael when he took too long in the shower and bashed Janeen in the back of her head when she was on the phone while I was doing my homework. But John suffered the worst of my abuses, from me throwing a ceramic bowl filled with hot soup at him to throwing him down the stairs whenever he angered me. (And it didn’t help that Barbara had abused him as well).

But that’s not the worst of it.

As much as I had hurt John, Barbara was the worst, as when I was 7 years old, she had beaten John up so badly that he suffered from semi-permanent brain damage. This meant that he was mentally disabled.

And it was all my fault because I had blamed him for everything that happened to me.

Returning to America (StoryADay)

I don’t want to go back to America. I really don’t. But when my mother called me and begged me to return to Charleston to help her with a very difficult case she was dealing with, I couldn’t say no.

Well, I probably should have said no, seeing as I would not only have to return to a country that I despised, but I have to put up with my uncles Toby, Orlando, and Adam.

Especially Adam.

Who NEVER takes anything seriously.

But mother was insistent that I help her resolve this issue, as she had told me about a woman named Winona Lloyd and her daughter Winifred. Between the two of them, the lives of several people were irrevocably destroyed.

Typical humans. Always destroying everything that they touch. This is unbelievable.

Yet at the same time, I must say that I’m intrigued by the story. For the last few months, Mother had been telling me stories about a young boy named Jedidiah Hamilton and how strange things started happening to him shortly after he turned 13 years old. First, he suffers from some fever that gave him strange powers, and he ends up losing his normal friends and becomes part of a group full of weird people who had strange powers. Then those young teenagers go around fighting monsters and schoolyard bullies.

Well, I missed that part of my life; being out there in the schools fighting bullies and helping people with their problems. It’s not that I don’t like my current job; it’s just that I’m not sure if I’m up for another stint in the United States right now.

So I’m guessing that I have no choice but to return to Charleston.