The Rare Purple Elephant pt. 17

Rebbo awoke alone, sitting atop a small pile of dirt, the lush vegitation surrounding him on all sides.
The ropes that held him earlier were lying nearby, the ropes had small, frayed notches in them, as though someone had tried to cut it, but had no thumbs to assist him.
He thought back..
And could not remember anything after he had made contact with the soft sand of the beach, when a giant white tentacle thing had saved his and the captain's life.
The captain!!
Rebbo suddenly remembered, and scanned the area for the captain. He wasn't there.
With slow movements, he stood up, and halfway through, he fell over backwards. There was still a rope tied around him!
There was only one rope, but it was tied around him in such a way that if he tried to stand up, it would pull taut and knock him over backwards. He looked over his shoulder to what it was tied to, thinking he might be able to loosen the knot.
But there was no knot.
Instead, the rope was leading directly into the ground.
Curious, Rebbo dug away at the dirt with his foot, and stopped when something MOVED under there.
The ground wobbled, and a Molys head popped out, and Rebbo got to look at one for the first time. The visible part sticking upwards as much as his first plastered flat onto the ground would.
Another way to describe it's head would be that "it looked like half of an elongated oval", or more bluntly, A perfectly smooth potato sticking out of the ground.
There were three facial features:
Two black beady eyes that appeared to convey emotion by changing shapes
A rather large pink nose that looked like an enlarge, oval jellybean protruded from it's face, and everything else was brown. The only other feature was a small scar a few centimeters from the left eye.
"Hello!" It said to Rebbo. "Im Jack!, What's your name?"
Rebbo was stunned for a second, but not for as long as the first time. "Rebbo.."
And the molys replied happily, "I'm a molys! I bet you havent seen one of us ever! We dont get too many humans on the island"
Jack reminded Rebbo of a kid wired on candy.
"Hey Jack... erm... could you take me to someone I could talk to about serious stuff?"
"OK!" Yelled Jack enthusiastically, and, apparently with strength incredible compared to size, pulled Rebbo's rope to the west, with Rebbo having nothing to do but follow

Just a side note..

Xaviertrix is pronounced Zay-ver-tricks

Home improvents part 1!!!

I finally get around to writing this!!
It has been a mixed up week, with the Halloween theme going around (I really wouldn't ask me WHY this affects my writing if I was my parents) and really messing up my view of things.
Today though, its time for the..... um..... highly anticipated! Home improvements part oneee!!!
Recently, we have done some improvements on a massive scale!
First off, we pressure washed EVERYTHING, the walls, The studio, the cars, ALL of the walls, the ground... everything was covered in a sheet of water. It was cool!
Next, we moved "the office"... A small portable office. It was moved about fifteen feet from where it had been sitting for the last four years, and it was now in its final resting place.
The studio, Tommy's toy room, has been reorganized so that the bunk bed on the top can be brought down, giving him more toy roomz >_>, as well as more room for his pet lizard, Charlie!
We have planted grass seed everywhere, and covered it in straw. This will help it grow undisturbed.
The garden has provided us with some corn, and we ate it up greedily. The lettuce was eaten a loong time ago ^.^
And so, until next time...
Xaviertrix

MUAHAHAHHAHAHAAA! TEH HALLOWEEN TIMES!

I AM XAVIERTRIX, KING OF GHOSTS!
LOOK UPON THIS MANUSCIRIPT, MORTAL,
AND COWER IN FEAR!*

The Halloween of October 31st,
a time when all the lands are cursed
when ghosts run freely without a care
and banshees float lowly with grime in their hair
zombies do walk with a craving for brains
and a dead conductor crashes trains
when the bats converge
and the Lego bricks merge (Yay for bad rhyme!!!)
Halloween will be all upon us.

This is my first poem - sorry if it stunked ^.^
-Xaviertrix

my cooking skillz ^.^

In this short post, I will be showing off my awesome cooking skills, all learned in the past month! Here are some of the things I can create:

1 - Crapes, good with whipped cream ^.^
2 - Fried rice, a dish with assorted veggies, egg and some fried rice to top it off!
3 - Nachos, kinda self explanatory
4 - Bread sticks in pizza dip, also somewhat self explanatory, with garlic bread ^.^
5 - Potato soup/chowder tastes good with crackers
6 - Pizza! OM NOM NOM NOM!!!!
and 7 - chocolate chip cookies! (whose recipe I lost!)

Sorry for teh shortness >.<
Xaviertrix

The Rare Purple Elephant pt. 16

As Rebbo hit the water, he immediately woke up, taking in an enormous breath of air just before he went under, the captain doing the same.
This was the end, he thought, his death imminent.
His lungs craved air, but he couldn't give them any. The ropes wrapped around him made it so he couldn't swim, and as a bonus sank faster. Hope was all gone.
His movements became slow and sluggish, and he passed out.
About ten seconds later, he was flying through the air.
Rebbo and the captain both grabbed in great lungfuls of air before impact, and landed into the soft sand of the island, surprisingly a soft landing.
A little molys came up out of the ground, saying 'hi' and then pulled a knife out of the ground. Nobody knew how they could carry stuff, and they probably never would know.
After trying MANY ways to cut the rope, the molys decided to just grab it in his mouth, then saw it away.
As soon as Rebbo was free, he cut the captain' rope, and the molys decided to lead them to the consul.
So, they followed the little head moving in the dirt that the ground somehow filled up behind.

A full week later...

Well. It is done.
My project that had taken six more days then it should have is gone, sent out to the teacher.
You avid readers can actually watch it at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bYd60_8Xu_8, to see the results of my work.
I think it turned out pretty well, but it took WAY too long trying to find a way to format into apple computers, so we figured that the only way was to upload it onto the one place everything in the universe could watch:
Youtube.
I also found out a wonderful author who I would like you guys to read about and support, http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2100708/wintermoon13.
Tomorrow morning will be the next post on my story, and this break has given me many of new ideas!

A saturday done and gone.. dang...

Saturday is over! Dang!
I was hoping that the day would go on forever..
To start off, I woke up late, at around 9, and watched TV.
By the time they were ending, we got a surprise, one of Mom's friends came over!
She hadn't for the last few months, so this was a big deal!
So, after saying hi and asking how things had been, I went back to my common Saturday schedule:
1.TV
2.Play

Unfortunately, out of nowhere it started POURING outside, so that eliminated playing out there..
It was as dark as night for THREE HOURS from the rain, but mom and pops got a bit done outside.
Then, when the sun came out, I went outside and used a plastic baseball bat to smack the straw that Tommy was throwing at me! (Don't ask.)
I was pooped after a while, and then came inside to write this blog ^.^

Soz ppl!

Hi!
Sorry for not posting, but I have had a REALLY busy week.
First, I get accepted into the yearbook crew..
Then, I get my nerves strung when report cards are coming out later in the week...
And as soon as I realize my report card is great, mostly max possible scores, I get the first project that I can prove my worth on!!
(A required to be computer-made project about climate change/global warming)
I am creating one with Sony Vegas 9, and since this is my first time using anything like this, it's not perfect. But I also think that it will be more.. epic then a rap about how the planet is heating up.
So I am spending ALL of my computer time to work on this project, full voice distortions and everything!
So I apologize for not writing much, I will soon.
Thanks

The Rare Purple Elephant pt. 15

As the door banged open, Scalt's ears rang. He was hiding in his clump of dirt again, praying that he wouldn't be seen.
Amazingly, the sailors were more worried then mean at that minute, and just bagged up the captain and Rebbo then left the cabin. Yay.
So, Scalt was safe for now, but for how much longer?

Back in the forest, the animals were freaking out. How much longer could Scalt hold out? As soon as his guard came, back alone, only one soul was restless. But that soul was the one most likely to intervene.

Deep underwater, a strange being sensed the distress of the animals. Unfortunately, a large anchor was trapping him down there. The animals would have to solve the problem themselves, but two splashes told him that there was one thing he could do to help...

And just a minute beforehand, the crew had dumped the two tied and gagged people off of the boat.

Yay! Im special!(Ish!)

Yay! I got into the school yearbook crew! (Which is saying something.)
Only 15 out of sixty people got in, and out of those 15, only 5 were seventh graders (if you were wondering, that's what grade im in). So, essentially, its a big deal.
In the yearbook crew, members have a once a week meeting in the media center and discuss our jobs.
One week, we may be decorating the cafeteria for a party, or taking pictures around the school for the end of the year book we are named for.
We also may occasionally go to school before or after classes to set up or take down stuff for concerts and groups that may be performing.
All in all, it is a fun job, and I think that I will be good at it.
Sorry for slowing down on TRPE (story), but I will have a good post up and running this afternoon (unlikely) or tommorow morning (likely). So, thanks for reading, and have a good Monday! (It's Monday?? School again? I was getting so used to weekend...)
-Xaviertrix

Weekend chaos and Rare Purple Elephant pt. 14

Urgh. Weekends.
Especially 3 day ones...
I apologize for not posting thus far, as I am usually sleeping during weekends..
:(
So, without further ado, I am going to post the next part of the story! (Yay!)

The Rare Purple Elephant pt. 14

The door burst open, but that was because there was a scuffle outside, and for what Scalt saw, but the zonked out people had no idea what was happening.
Joe, John and James were wielding crowbars, and they were, rather unsuccessfully, trying to beat the gramdov, named Vodmarg, was easily fending them off.
His overly long arms had special capabilities, which apparently meant that they were STRETCHY, the mud splitting up into bands on his arms when he did that, coming back into position when he pulled them back in.
The mud was very potent, even a direct hit from the crowbar on one of his long army hits didn't crack it.
Repeatidly, Vodmarg used his arms like yo-yos, striking out at anyone who got close enough.
All of a sudden, Jack bursts in, and throws a crowbar at Vodmarg's head.
With a quick reflex, his arm shoots up, unfortunately leaving parts of his right arm without casing.
The crowbar struck one of these spots, and the gramdov shrieked in pain.
After that, there was no competition, and Vodmarg was tossed into the water. Gramdovs hate water more then anything else.
Vodmarg's armor started to melt, pouring off of him, turning the water brown.
Before he could sink though, two large scaled birds came and brought him back to the island, with enough armor on to still shield every part of him from view.
Now came a bad dillema. There were at least four villanous sailors on the boat, and a nearly defenseless leader was sitting in a corner. Great.

The Rare Purple Elephant pt. 13

The strange animals were in an uproar. The humans had taken one of them onto their boat.
The molys were yelling, yet nobody would listen to the small creatures. Scalt tired of fighting a currently loosing battle, so he burrowed back to his colony and began to issue quick orders.
As the consul started to lead the ambush on the human race, (they were not thinking straight,) the ground fell out from beneath them, and they all fell into a huge, dug-in-the-last-30-seconds pit, with a look of wondering and confusion on their faces, rational thoughts finally pouring in.
Suddenly, at the top of the pit, Scalt appeared.
He called down to the animals in the pit, and told them to get their heads on straight. Scalt started to tell them something, but was greeted by around half of the consul yelling.
Scalt made a whistling noise, and after a few seconds of small, burrowing like noises, the yellers fell down a few more feet.
"Now, you can listen to me, or you can try to climb out of that hole yourselves."
Scalt knew the truth, and he was going to have to take the time to tell the whole island before blood got shed.

Back on the boat, the crew of five people were closing up the unused cabin with it's new resident.
The crewmembers, named John, Joe, James, Jack, and Bob. Bob was the smart one and the leader of the bunch, contrary to the reputation of his name. In fact, that was what got him started on this whole business. But that story is for later.

Meanwhile, as it was the evening, the captain and Rebbo were having some tea in the captain's cabin. It was good to have it, as the temperature in the place took wierd dips and jumps, such as being quite hot and stuffy in the morning, a nice, refreshing cool at night (picture our night, just easier to breathe and more refreshing), then moderate temperature during the majority of the day, the temperature that a cool sunrise on a desert would be like, and bitterly cold for an hour before the cool cold set in.
So, the two found that the cure for this cold was to drink a piping hot cup of tea in the cabin heated by the water boiled for the tea. They were drinking this mix when, all of a sudden, a strange creature burst into their cabin ON THEIR BOAT.

The captain immediately felt his jaw and arms drop like bricks, spilling the tea all over the table, and then onto both his and Rebbo's laps.
The gramdov (strange creature that most resembles a human on the island, although is short, stocky, ALWAYS has a suit of body armor constructed of special mud, has long arms and are very inteligent. Lack the ability to speak. Also, nobody knows what they look like without armor. They are also incredibly strong.) got a good bout of internal laughter from watching those two humans bounce around trying to get something cold to pour on their pants, knocking over stuff in the process.
Five minutes later, they got their wits together and their new pants on, and were confronting the strange creature. Even stranger, they realized that it was holding a chunk of dirt nearly as big as it was.
Noticing that the humans were finally paying attention to it, the gramdov set down the chunk of dirt, and the humans heard a faint "OW!" from it.
The gramdov stepped to the side, and stood there, bodyguard style. He seriously looked scary with his overly long, flat arms crossed.
The captain and Rebbo focused their attention on the clump of dirt. Could this possibly be a strange animal as well? A clump of dirt one would be hard to tell from others...
All of a sudden, the dirt clump cried out, "I am not a dirt clump!!!"
To which the captain boldly replied, "Baht ye shur look leik one!" Then gave a little laugh at his badly made joke.
The dirt clump gave a 'humph' sound for outrage, then it started to quiver.
Then the molys leader's head popped out.
You can imagine the look of surprise on the human's faces.
A molys' head is a strange thing.
It is covered by somewhat thick brown skin, with two beady eyes and a pink nose. That was pretty much all there was to his head, and not a single non-molys soul had ever seen the body below the head, and that was probably how it was going to stay for the rest of eternity.
"Who captured Clanky?" Scalt calmly asked.
"Clanky?" asked both the captain and Rebbo.
"We diunnt taek one of yer bloomin aminals, we jus came ter go seghtseein!"
"The captain means that we didn't take anything from this island, we just came here to visit."
"Is that so?" asked Scalt. They were telling the truth, if they weren't, his bodyguard would be restless. The gramdov was still standing calmly by the door.
"Then what human would take one of us?"

About at that time, after getting their wits in order, both the captain and Rebbo realized that the strange mole creature was TALKING to them.
A few seconds later, they were out cold from bewilderment.

Inside the locked cabin, a screech wailed out. "WEASORQ!!!" This was what the common wasorq would call in destress. Clanky was a weasorq.
Without hesitation, Scalt ordered his bodyguard, named Gaul, to hide him in a corner shrouded in shadow, then go and get Clanky.
A few minutes after leaving, Scalt heard human footsteps outside the door.
This was bad.

A thing or two about me.. and preview at next epic post!

Hi!
I have come to realize that you, as my readers, know nearly nothing about me, other then those pictures of me and my siblings, and the infers you make by reading this blog.
So, without much further ado, I hereby start the post!
I am about four feet nine and a half inches tall, being the third shortest in seventh grade (not to mention only a little less then average sized for a sixth grader), and I am always seen with either a thin nike jacket with long sleeves on or around my waist, or a medium sized gray one. I prefer the gray one.
I have black hair, somewhat big hands, and brown eyes.
My skin is on the white side, actually quite pale. My nose is rather like a tiny squash or something, and I ALWAYS wear long pants at school, with the exception of gym class.
I am usually seen with my glasses on, they are somewhat like rounded squares. Ask for me, and nearly everybody knows who I am. Must be my charming personality.

Preview:

The strange animals were in an uproar. The humans had taken one of them onto their boat.
The molys were yelling, yet nobody would listen to the small creatures. Scalt tired of fighting a currently loosing battle, so he burrowed back to his colony and began to issue quick orders.
As the consul started to lead the ambush on the human race, (they were not thinking straight,) the ground fell out from beneath them, and they all fell into a huge, dug-in-the-last-30-seconds pit, with a look of wondering and confusion on their faces, rational thoughts finally pouring in.
Suddenly, at the top of the pit, Scalt appeared.
He called down to the animals in the pit, and told them to get their heads on straight. Scalt started to tell them something, but was greeted by around half of the consul yelling.
Scalt made a whistling noise, and after a few seconds of small, burrowing like noises, the yellers fell down a few more feet.
"Now, you can listen to me, or you can try to climb out of that hole yourselves."
Scalt knew the truth, and he was going to have to take the time to tell the whole island before blood got shed.

The Rare Purple Elephant pt. 12

The island was swathed in silent voices.
The native animals were communicating in their counsel, what should they do?
The island's main line of defense had obviously not attacked the intruders on the dinghy, meaning that they were friendly.
The problem was, this had never happened before, so nobody knew how to take it.
The bird that Rebbo saw was none other then the equivalent of a governor of paraclan, Rebbo saw her when she had been talking to one of her friends, a mole type creature that was also native to this island. The moliys (what the mole things were called) were peaceful, and didn't dig holes everywhere aboveground, mainly because they were thinking up better inventions. The moliys were the inventor clan. Their leader, a young ambitious fellow, never doing what he was told, was looking at the human, wondering why he looked so funny.
There was a large argument going on in the meeting.
"Kick them out!" yelled half of the group.
"Lets examine them more!" yelled the other half.
The leader of the island, which this year happened to be an energetic dark green sloth, quickly counted and stated that out of the thirty-five clans in the consul, seventeen voted for kick, and 17 voted examine. That didn't add up.
He counted heads, 35.
"Vote?" came the molys leader, only sixteen years of age (on the island, average lifespan is 100 years).
"What vote?"
The leader next to him, a turtle that stood on two legs and had developed arm muscles, (the leader of the slowpoclan, one of the nine defenders) said nicely that the vote was for if the islanders should kick out the people, or let them explore a bit.
The molys leader, whos name was Scalt, didn't look at the thirty-four glaring at him when he cast his vote.
"We should let them stay for awhile!"

The Rare Purple Elephant pt. 11

After hiking around for awhile, Rebbo found that he was unable to find any more strange and exotic animals. The only form of animal life he saw at all were tree and banana slugs!
What a disappointment.
Rebbo walked slowly back to the boat, as the sun was starting to get low in the sky.
The native wildlife brought up their courage and looked through the bushes. Their eyes were not scary or menacing, as some novels might lead you to believe.
They peered at their visitor, and sensed his sadness. Knowing peace was the only way, they had to stay hidden. Most humans couldn't be trusted.

Back on the boat, the captain was drinking a hot cup of coffee when Rebbo came in, forcing himself to look bright and cheery.
"Dihed theings geh wehl en teh oysland?" He asked sleepily. For some reason, whenever the captain drank coffee he would drift off, pretty much the opposite of the normal reaction.
Rebbo understood most of the words this time, and said the hike went great in a monotone.
The captain nodded and dismissed him to bed, and Rebbo was all to happy to oblige.
Judging by the dull monotone, captain Oasis was quite sure that things did not go very well. Things would go better in the morning for him.

The sailors were cooking for themselves, a difficult task in itself with the limited kitchen utensils onboard. However, this night, for some strange reason, they were cooking with less of them then usual. Sneaky.

The Rare Purple Elephant pt. 10

Rebbo pushed through the light foliage, making his way slowly towards the center, slashing at the thicker parts with his machete.
All of a sudden, there was a flurry of wings and feathers, and a bird which he should have seen earlier, with it's astonishing colors, a vivid yellow chest, bright blue wings and a green belly.
He was just stunned there, his mind a little dazed at seeing the colors mix when the bird flapped. Then the bird called, just like a parrot, "Go away!" and flew off.
Woah. It was too late to take a picture, and it had taken all of it's feathers with it, so no souvenirs there.. oh well!
But Rebbo kept a positive attitude, an even though he was energetic, his arm was getting tired from slashing through the increasingly thick vines and branches. He was one third of the way into the island, and, as ironic as it was, he was going on one of the two routes that held barely any spectacular animals. Yeesh..

Back onboard the ship, the captain and his men were drinking some tea, getting ready for some adventure.
When he was in conversation with one of the four men, two of them were appearing to have polite conversation, but in fact, what they were really talking about has much darker origins.

DUN DUN DUNNNN!!!