Dinner Without A Skin

July 6, 2009
By LexyK2015 SILVER, Tucson, Arizona
LexyK2015 SILVER, Tucson, Arizona
5 articles 6 photos 17 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I will not be a goody bag at your pity party" ~ Rachel Cohn
“On, there are so many lives. How we wish we could live them concurrently instead of one by one by one. We could select the best pieces of each, stringing them together like a strand of pearls. But that's not how it works. A human life is a beautiful mess.” ~ Gabrielle Zevin


Marilyn sat down at the table, looking longingly at the pie that Mother had set out to cool. Of course, it wouldn’t be a normal, human pie, such as cherry or pumpkin or apple. Oh no, the thought repulsed her. This was a superb oil and octopus pie. Just the strong, pungent smell made her mouth water. She could almost taste the slick oil and greasy tentacles…
Just then, Papa came in from a long day at the mill. He automatically went into the corner to unzip his skin. For some reason, he had to be in his true form at dinner. This was quite dangerous, really. If someone were to come by and see him as, well, himself. That would be tragic.
Marilyn then heard a crash from the stairs. “Peter,” she sighed in exasperation. Peter was her nine-year-old brother, who always smelled like a worm or some other creature that lived underground. Truthfully, she wouldn’t be surprised if he was a worm. Just then, he came barging into the dining room, obviously drawn by the smell of pie.
“Move!” he shrieked at Marilyn. “That’s where Benny sits!”
“Wouldn’t want to upset Benny.” She muttered under her breath. Benny was her brother’s life-sized doll and was startlingly realistic. If she didn’t know better, she probably would have mistaken Benny for Peter. They had the same dirty hair, ocean colored eyes, peachy cheeks…they were practically twins. Unfortunately, he got all the rights a twin had. Benny got to eat at the table, use the outhouse, and go to the theater. Just then, Mother and Grandma entered the room, carrying a stale loaf of bread and some type of meat.
Light streamed through the pale grass tinted windows as Wilbur, the family’s horse, stuck his nose through the door and snorted at Ginger, the family’s chestnut and ebony colored dog. Ginger barked back at him, threatening to jump. Mother shooed them with the flick of her wrist.
Finally, Papa was done hanging his ivory skin on the birch wood rack and waddled over. She noticed that he left a trail of vomit green colored slime behind him. “He is so sloppy!” she thought to herself as he screeched his chair along the pine floor.
“So, who’s for dinner?” he asked casually.
TO BE CONTINUED…



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on Sep. 13 2009 at 7:26 pm
LexyK2015 SILVER, Tucson, Arizona
5 articles 6 photos 17 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I will not be a goody bag at your pity party" ~ Rachel Cohn
“On, there are so many lives. How we wish we could live them concurrently instead of one by one by one. We could select the best pieces of each, stringing them together like a strand of pearls. But that's not how it works. A human life is a beautiful mess.” ~ Gabrielle Zevin

It was just a school project where we had to create a story as shown by a picture and describe everything in that picture.

on Jul. 14 2009 at 3:00 am
LexyK2015 SILVER, Tucson, Arizona
5 articles 6 photos 17 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I will not be a goody bag at your pity party" ~ Rachel Cohn
“On, there are so many lives. How we wish we could live them concurrently instead of one by one by one. We could select the best pieces of each, stringing them together like a strand of pearls. But that's not how it works. A human life is a beautiful mess.” ~ Gabrielle Zevin

I actually wrote this for a school assignment that we had to write about a picture we were given.

on Jul. 13 2009 at 2:25 pm
unearthlyhaphazard GOLD, N/A, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"There are three rules for writing the novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are."~W. Somerset Maugham

You give very good descriptions. I can really see it. Just one thing: what's the story about? This seems more like just the beginning than the actual story.


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