i read a lot of Inkheart by Cornelia Funke. i'm engrossing myself in cute adventure tales. next i'm going to reread William Goldman's The Princess Bride! one of my favourite books ever.
my story is about a boy who makes money for his family by collecting seaweed underwater and selling it. plus he makes a mean seaweed soup and has a soup stand. like a lemonade stand, but better. on weekends he gives his poor neighbours free seaweed soup garnished with waxed gouda cheese. during his spare time, he weaves scarves out of carrot shreddings.
afealicious wrote:so terrified was Grassboy (i almost typed Grassbody, hahaha) that he RRRRAN back into his house, accidentally trampling a lot of his treasured grass in his way. when he was safe inside his house again, he drank a glass of warm homo milk to calm himself down, and looked out the window, panting hard. (no, i don't know where his parents have been all this time, or why they haven't listened to the neighbours' complaints about their unsightly backyard, or why they let their son do this for months and months and months and months, or why they aren't around to comfort their son who has been scared half to death by eyes lurking in their backyard, or why the hell they have homo milk in their house and they let their nineteen-year-old son drink it to calm himself down) he couldn't see the eyes anymore. what he saw was the trail of grass he had trampled without thinking. his eyes welled with tears and he felt a part of his soul die. really.
so Grassboy quickly morphed into Emo-Grassboy and left the house that night. it was quiet, dark, warm, and sultry. he sulked down the street, hands in his pockets, in which he always kept pinches of grass seed. he took them out and scattered them along his path, and they fell, tinkling in the night like the hot tears dripping down his face and releasing his inner pain and suffering...
exactly! we were even saying that on particularly bad monday mornings, our potato stand would have raw potatoes out so that passersby could come and smash them and relieve their stress. we planned to make the world a better place that way.
*smotherhug*
