” Mr. Gustave…,” Kelvin yelled from the middle of the living room.

Ethan elbowed Kelvin. ‘Don’t make a scene,”

“What, happened?” Mrs Gustave came running out of the kitchen, “for god’s sake, are you ok?”

She examined Ethan. “why are you yelling Kelvin?”

“It’s Ethan,” He said, ” something strange happened on our way home, we..”

“stop it now,” Mr gustave came in, ” do you want to give an explanation to the smashed cake,
fine we’ll bring another one, but stay calm.”

” no,” Kelvin said, ” it’s not about the cake, it’s about.”

He stopped and eyed Ethan as if taking his permission to speak. ” it’ about Ethan, he can heal wounded things with his singing voice.”

” what ?” Ramsey threw the strap of colored papers from his hand, ” are you kidding me? He
can’t even make a couple of eggs, he just hopless.”

Ramsey and quentin laughed.

” no,” kelvin said, ” i’m not lying. Fine, wait….”

Kelvin ran to the kitchen. He came back with a knife.

” look,” he ran the knife across his palm, and everyone watched as the blood dripped down the
carpet.

” are you crazy?” Gustav yelled at kelvin,” why are you hurting yourself?”

” Go on Ethan,” Kelvin yelled, ” show them.”

Ethan swallowed and walked to the middle of the living room. His body shivered. What if his voice didn’t heal Kelvin’s wound. He’d look very bad infront of his parents and ramsey would keep on making jokes about him for the coming three years.
” Stabat mater.
dolorosa, juxta crucem
eh lacrimosa.”

Ethan’s voice shifted to the high, boy soprano register. His shoulders shook and his forhead got sweaty.

kelvin’s wound started stitching itself up, as if an invisible needle and thread ran through his skin.

Ethan finished singing, and kelvin raised his palm in the air. ” do you see,” he said, turning in a circle, ” spick and span.”

Quentin jumped from the sofa and grasped Kelvin’s hand. ” you’re lying, Ethan did nothing, you didn’t wound yourself from the beginning. It’s a cheap trick.”

” shut up,” Kelvin pulled his hand back. ” you’re just jealous because Ethan can do something other than walking around and stealing things.”

” do you mean me?” Quentin shoved kelvin in the shoulder, but Ethan got in and pulled Quentin back. ” we don’t want a fight here,”

Mr and Mrs Gustav were eyeing each other. There jaws dropped to their necks. Elma’s prophecy got fulfilled. One of their children will have a magical power that will shape the future of redville village, and this child was Ethan.

( this a scene from chapter three.)

it’s for ages 9-12.

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Answer by jessica
its alright…you need better names thought. nobody is going to remember those ones…like Kelvin will become Kevin

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” Mr. Gustave…,” Kelvin yelled from the middle of the living room.

Ethan elbowed Kelvin. ‘Don’t make a scene,”

“What, happened?” Mrs Gustave came running out of the kitchen, “for god’s sake, are you ok?”

She examined Ethan. “why are you yelling Kelvin?”

“It’s Ethan,” He said, ” something strange happened on our way home, we..”

“stop it now,” Mr gustave came in, ” do you want to give an explanation to the smashed cake,
fine we’ll bring another one, but stay calm.”

” no,” Kelvin said, ” it’s not about the cake, it’s about.”

He stopped and eyed Ethan as if taking his permission to speak. ” it’ about Ethan, he can heal wounded things with his singing voice.”

” what ?” Ramsey threw the strap of colored papers from his hand, ” are you kidding me? He
can’t even make a couple of eggs, he just hopless.”

Ramsey and quentin laughed.

” no,” kelvin said, ” i’m not lying. Fine, wait….”

Kelvin ran to the kitchen. He came back with a knife.

” look,” he ran the knife across his palm, and everyone watched as the blood dripped down the
carpet.

” are you crazy?” Gustav yelled at kelvin,” why are you hurting yourself?”

” Go on Ethan,” Kelvin yelled, ” show them.”

Ethan swallowed and walked to the middle of the living room. His body shivered. What if his voice didn’t heal Kelvin’s wound. He’d look very bad infront of his parents and ramsey would keep on making jokes about him for the coming three years.
” Stabat mater.
dolorosa, juxta crucem
eh lacrimosa.”

Ethan’s voice shifted to the high, boy soprano register. His shoulders shook and his forhead got sweaty.

kelvin’s wound started stitching itself up, as if an invisible needle and thread ran through his skin.

Ethan finished singing, and kelvin raised his palm in the air. ” do you see,” he said, turning in a circle, ” spick and span.”

Quentin jumped from the sofa and grasped Kelvin’s hand. ” you’re lying, Ethan did nothing, you didn’t wound yourself from the beginning. It’s a cheap trick.”

” shut up,” Kelvin pulled his hand back. ” you’re just jealous because Ethan can do something other than walking around and stealing things.”

” do you mean me?” Quentin shoved kelvin in the shoulder, but Ethan got in and pulled Quentin back. ” we don’t want a fight here,”

Mr and Mrs Gustav were eyeing each other. There jaws dropped to their necks. Elma’s prophecy got fulfilled. One of their children will have a magical power that will shape the future of redville village, and this child was Ethan.

( this a scene from chapter three.)

it’s for ages 9-12

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It needs work.

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Hi guys. Please don’t be disgusted by people with…sweaty hands. Just give them a hug if you can’t shake their hands, alright?
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i liked it it was good

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Tripp and Henry make a Jam with their hands
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Get rid of the horrible similes and metaphors. Other than that, good job.

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Odd, however it must be something to do with the digestive system. It has to work harder than normal when digesting food. I am unsure as to why it is the hands that heat up. Perhaps see a doctor because I have heard of other similar cases.

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“ding dong”…
“ding dong”…
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The huge oak door creaks open slowly and there stands the most beautiful man I have ever seen, the man that graces every one of my dreams. The man I would sell my soul for.
He flashes a mouth full of perfect white teeth. His aviator lenses glint in the harsh sunlight. He holds out a sparkly gloved hand. THE sparkly gloved hand.
“Hi, I’m Michael. I’ve been expecting you” Such a simple sentence. But one that makes my heart beat uncontrollably.
I curse myself for hesitating to grab his hand. Maybe it is the huge snake, tenderly known as Muscles, coiled around his body. Or maybe it’s the fact that my palms are getting increasingly sweatier by the second.
Deep breaths. Take deep breaths I tell myself.
“Hello. Michael. I’m Lauren.”
The next thing I remember is waking up on a comfy red couch. Mannequins of all shapes and sizes are hovering over me. I immediately sit up and inspect my surroundings. Oh my God, could this be reality? Am I really inside of his house? And if this is a dream, please don’t wake me up!
A shadow appears over me and I look up. That same beautiful angelic smile is staring back at me.
“Oh! Michael, I’m so so sorry. I don’t know what happened. I’m…”
His laugh interjects my blubbering. It is the single most beautiful laugh I have ever heard. I can’t help myself; a huge smile spreads across my face.
“It’s ok. Really. Don’t worry about it. I’m kind of used to it,” He says playfully. “Wanna go see the Ranch?”
“Of course!” I respond a little too quickly and a little too loudly. He giggles, but stoically composes himself. He takes my hand, and we start towards the door.
Minutes later we are racing go-carts around the winding track, taking no prisoners. Funny, I never expected my idol to be so competitive! He swerves in front of my cart, screaming, so innocent and child-like. Then he speeds away. I laugh to myself and press my pedal to the floor in an attempt to catch up with him. I don’t want him to be out of my sight. After about 20 minutes of racing, I see his cart come to a stop on the side. I pull over next to him. A slim but toned arm hangs out of the window. His fingers curl, beckoning me to come closer. I was out of my cart in 2 seconds flat. I made my way over to his window, as unsteady as a drunk. Ha, this man IS pretty intoxicating I think to myself. Leaning into the window I smell a sweet woodsy odor. He even smells amazing!? Oh Lord, please do not let me faint again.
“What do you want?” I question sarcastically, pushing him ever so lightly.
He blesses me with that heart melting smile and steps out of the cart. Before I know it my Roxy flip flops are lifted off of the go-cart track. He is carrying me, heaven only knows where. But I’m not complaining. His breathing is pretty even but I am so worried that I am too heavy for him. He’s muscular, but still so thin! After about 30 seconds of worrying I decide to close my eyes and savor the moment. I feel his heartbeat and at that moment, I knew I could die happy. Michael then flops me onto the grass beside a giant Ferris wheel. I lie on my back and smile up at him. He kneels over my prostrate body holding my arms hostage above my head. My heart must be about to beat out of my chest! I know that he can hear it!
“Don’t move a muscle,” he whispers.
“Your wish is my command,” I manage to say.
Michael then sprints off across the yard. I listen carefully as his footfalls become quieter and quieter. Obeying his command I lie on my back impatiently. My thoughts run wild. Did he desert me? Where did he go? When is he coming back? I drum my fingers against the cool grass to distract myself, I don’t succeed. Suddenly, a blast of cold water hits my face.
“AH!” I yell, wiping my eyes and standing up simultaneously. As soon as my eyes are clear I realize I am looking down the barrel of a gun, a Super Soaker to be exact.
“Oh no! Michael, NO!”
He pays no mind, squirting me mercilessly with the huge yellow and green water gun. I fumble around blindly trying to get my hands on him. I feel something plastic and cool touch my fingers. Revenge! I pick up my recently discovered Super Soaker and begin to pump it with the upmost ferocity. As I reach for the trigger I hear his mesmerizing voice.
“I never lose a water gun fight,” he shouts. We continue to drench each other with water for the next 10 minutes. Though, it was a pretty one sided fight. I feel myself collapsing onto the now soggy ground.
“I surrender,” I gasp. “No more!”
Michael grasps my shoulders and guides me to my feet.
“What did I tell ya?” He giggles. “I NEVER lose a water gun fight.”
I laugh in spite of myself. I begin draining my shirt and brushing off my shorts. I look up; I can feel Michael’s gaze on me through his sunglasses. I nervously purse my lips together and prepare
myself for what is to come next. He leans in slowly and I feel my knees start to buckle. His smell fills my nostrils and my head spins. My fantasy is suddenly cut short.
“Let’s go!” He titters. He grabs my hand and takes off, towing me behind him.
We stroll at a slow pace around the Ranch, my hand in his. There is nothing sexual about the gesture. It just feels…right. Every so often Michael will point out certain attractions, like the Zipper and the SeaDragon, my personal favorites. By now, it is 5 in the afternoon and I realize that I haven’t eaten. Now that my nerves have calmed the hunger hits me in full force. An embarrassing grumble escapes from the depths of my stomach. I cast a quick glance at Michael to see if he heard it. He leans his head slowly towards me with his eyes trained ahead.
“What was that?” he questions.
“Um, nothing.” I stutter, coughing to cover up another earth shattering growl.
“Mmm. I’m sorry Lauren. I’m not a big eater and I forget when I’m with others. How about we go back inside and order something.”
I really have to work on this “lost for words” thing I think to myself. I smile and nod and we make our way back to the house.
Once there, Michael tells me to make myself comfortable and he will get me some food. He brushes past me, bumping my shoulder playfully. I wander aimlessly throughout the mansion trying to convince myself that a human being cannot be perfect. But Michael makes me wonder. I spot a shelf that attracts my interest. I begin to lightly dust off a row of Grammy awards with my fingers.
“Amazing huh?”
I practically jump out of my skin. Michael had appeared by my side so silently it was eerie.
“I thank God everyday for the opportunities and talents He has blessed me with. And my goal is to give the world what I was lucky to rec
. I turn around to face him and realize he has removed his aviators. I look deep into his beautiful brown eyes hoping to see his soul. I see the strength of a person who has been through the unimaginable. But I can also see the fragility of a man who has been robbed of his childhood. He wraps his arms around my neck and pulls me into a tight embrace. I consequently wrap mine around his waist. Our bodies mold together and I feel his heart beating against mine for the second time in one day. I AM the luckiest girl alive.

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Answer by Stranger In Cali?R.I.P Michael
I LOVE IT!!!

Please write more, your such a great writer!
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… To be continued.

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Answer by yes rebecka?michael jackson
wow..i thought that was good:)

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