Attention: GUEST WRITERS!!!!! And contest WINNERS please join me in the meeting hall,, yes there are donuts..geesh

SO I didn't get the overwhelming response that I wished I would because I really don't have a life and little things like writing contests and those cute little sample spoons at Ice Cream shops excite me. So, I took a shower and brushed my teeth so no one could say they did not want to play because I smelled funny ( I swear that was broccoli yesterday). And I would say:

I meant what I said,,
and I said what I meant,,
an elephant's faithful 100%!!
-Horton

But that implies that I am an elephant, and I don't know any Invisible Elephant Seductress',, soooooo..... Here is the storyline I promised yesterday. I did not ramble on like I normally do because I fear't people would be rocking back in forth in their computer chairs with drool hanging out of their mouths, an exploded gerbil stuck in their rusted brain wheel and the smoke alarm blaring. My post would still be up, so I would be taken to jail and would have to live without sex and mascara, no one wants that.. Hey.. WTF .. I'm living that way now!!! (Seductress starts rocking back in forth in her computer chair as the gerbil explodes. BUT,, the smoke alarm does not go off because it probably has no batteries and is like 3 miles in the sky and she hates the "big ladder"). Aren't ya glad I decided NOT to ramble in the story..

But I DID decide to sweeten the pot with this as a prize:

Same deal as yesterday, painted Seductress glass, with gems and sparkles... AKA Whimsical Dust Catcher Art,, only a bigger piece than the cat, so you get your choice, because I want ya'll to try and play with me!! (I said ya'll because it conveys a sweet southern nature that few can refuse).

SO FINISH THE STORY!!!!

You don't have to repost ALL of it because it's a little long, just write your fantastic part, I'll fix the rest...

This story line is open to ANYTHING you could possibly imagine!!!

The Secrets in a Pinafore
Written by: YOU!!
..and you.. and you...

She was a small framed, but feisty addition to a world that laughed at her imagination and called her weird, but sometimes quirky, she liked being called quirky.

Always finding ways to make her long brown hair fly in the wind, even when it stopped blowing one day, was certainly a wondrous task. No one believed she could see colors that never would exist in a crayon box or that she heard musical notes everyone else would refuse dancing along with, no one, but her grandma.

Her grandma showered her with compassion and allowed her imagination to bloom and flourish off each precious page of life, as hers had always done, weaving tale after tale into the memory of her greatest doe eyed fan.

When her hero had grown ill and was put in a nursing home, the little girl stopped skipping through each day. She visited often, sitting only a breath away, to hear every last drop of her grandma's tea party fantasies and the daring battle adventures that even stinky boys weren't strong or brave enough to take on.

On her last day on this earth, her grandma gave her a clumsily wrapped present and shared her best kept secret. In the sweet words of her final sentence, and the passing of her last labored breaths, a magical gift had been passed down to another generation.

"Life has pockets of reality that help you along the way, making dreams come true. But for the special ones like us, the secrets of fantasy can take on a life of their own. Some of these secrets are never shared, but you'll find all of mine, that I now pass to you, in the tree by the stream, on the blue side of the sky."

While wearing the little gift she was given, a blue pinafore with pockets galore, she dashed down to the stream, trying to hold back tears, and find the tree her grandma had told her about. Many dark, heavily branched giants towered over the banks of the stream. From every angle she tried, there was just one, on the East side, that she could see the shimmering water running past through the branches, surrounding the tree with the palest of sky blues.

"This must be it" she whispered, "the blue side of the sky".

She wondered how she would get "in" the tree. As she walked over and inspected the tree's huge roots, bursting of history and growth, she noticed an opening, covered with ivy, begging to be entered. After shimmying in, she looked up to a stunning view of seemingly never ending spiral stairs, enrobed in sparkle and indescribable color hues. It was bright, airy and magical in every way, beckoning for a loss of reality and the explosive fantasies of an inventive child.

This tree could transport a willing spirit anywhere it would allow itself to be taken. There were many places that her mind had only vaguely dreamt of and now, she would experience them in Technicolor. Smells, sounds and tastes, all swirling around, ready to be stolen for a memory.

Odd little friends were hidden around each turn, for once, her quirkiness would be celebrated. The images and life lessons from the tree, would become fairy tales and legend, for future little dreamers and passed on again, to a lucky few, to experience as their own childhood realities.

And there was more, the pockets of the blue pinafore carried yet another of her grandmothers secrets. Anything she could ever need, long for, or just dream up in her already fantastical world, could be found in the magical pouches of her frock. Just place your hand in and close your eyes to wish, seconds later the item would materialize as a brightly colored, perfectly developed gift for each task at hand or outlandish whim.

The very first place she would let her imagination take her was.....