Hello. My name is Varvara, and I am here today to show you some selected works of mine.
Table of Contents
1) The Last Drop of Blood (Poem)
2) The True Murder of Michaelangelo (Story)
3) Love the Emotion (Poem)
4) Varvara the Screwed (Short Story)
5) Get-Together (Short Story)
6) The Reality Seekers (Poem)
7) Liz Buzz: #600 (Long Story)
Read On...
1)
The Last Drop of Blood
On opposite sides the enemies wait.
The sun goes down as it turns late.
A bead of sweat rolls down Leonidas’s cheek.
This battle is not for the meek.
Three Hundred Spartans stand with hate in their hearts.
And thousands of Persians with guns and darts.
Suddenly Xerxes charges with might,
And all of them know it is time to fight.
“This is Sparta!” Leonidas cries
As numerous Persians loose their lives.
The last drop of blood is shed,
And Xerxes lies on the ground, dead.
The Spartans have their great glory
And that is the end of this marvelous story.
Table of Contents
1) The Last Drop of Blood (Poem)
2) The True Murder of Michaelangelo (Story)
3) Love the Emotion (Poem)
4) Varvara the Screwed (Short Story)
5) Get-Together (Short Story)
6) The Reality Seekers (Poem)
7) Liz Buzz: #600 (Long Story)
Read On...
1)
The Last Drop of Blood
On opposite sides the enemies wait.
The sun goes down as it turns late.
A bead of sweat rolls down Leonidas’s cheek.
This battle is not for the meek.
Three Hundred Spartans stand with hate in their hearts.
And thousands of Persians with guns and darts.
Suddenly Xerxes charges with might,
And all of them know it is time to fight.
“This is Sparta!” Leonidas cries
As numerous Persians loose their lives.
The last drop of blood is shed,
And Xerxes lies on the ground, dead.
The Spartans have their great glory
And that is the end of this marvelous story.
2)
The True Murder of Michelangelo
One cold winter’s day, Michelangelo was taking a stroll in the town square, thinking about what to create next. As he trudged through the snow, he saw a figure coming towards him. It came closer and closer until Michelangelo recognized the face: his arch nemesis, Leonardo Da Vinci.
“Ah, here is my enemy: Michelangelo,” Leonardo stated.
“As you are to me, Da Vinci,” Michelangelo spat back, and then a glorious idea formed into his head, “We will have a little contest of the arts, Leonardo,” he continued, “The first person to paint the other person, which would be you and me, will be crowned the greatest artist of our time and forever.”
“Agreed. What a good way for me to shame you,” Leonardo boasted. And the two determined men set back for their homes, each sure of themselves that they would win.
When Da Vinci reached his house, he immediately set to work with a smirk on his face. Michelangleo had not stated that it had to be a portrait of reality, let alone beauty. His plan was simple: make his enemy look like a fool and a monster, and that is what he started.
Michelangelo, being a man of creativeness, had the same idea. And when he reached his house, he too started on the horrific masterpiece.
Seven weeks passed, and both artists were hard at work, making a fool and monster out of their component. But, Leonardo had an artists’ block, and could not even pick up his pencil without throwing it across the room in total anger and frustration.
On the other hand, Michelangelo had done a magnificent job at transforming Da Vinci into a grotesque figure, and only needed a few more final touches until his appalling portrait was done.
He then took a little break, and when he came back, the picture was gone. He gasped and searched frantically around the room until he finally found the picture. As he bent down to pick it up, he found out that a enormous circle from the middle had been torn out: the face. Michelangelo was speechless. What had happened? How...? What...? many thoughts and questions were running around in his head.
“Frustrated, aren’t you?” a familiar voice that Michelangelo knew belonged to Leonardo questioned.
Michelangelo spun around to see who was in his house, and saw the silhouette of his enemy with the face from the bizarre painting of Da Vinci that he had created. The “thing” was holding a long spear in one hand, and was looking with hateful eyes at Michelangelo. It ran towards him, and plunged the spear through Michelangelo’s head. Luckily, the spear had no reached the brain, leaving him completely conscious. But blood was pouring out of the side of his head, but the “thing” stabbed Michelangelo again and again, just to make sure he had a painful death, and it was so.
*****
No one knows how the “thing” was created, but some say that Da Vinci had done it.
Later, the constable arrived at Leonardo’s house, just to find that he had vanished. They searched everywhere, but could not find him. And that is the story of the true murder of Michelangelo.
THE END
3)
Love
What Is That
Emotion?
A
Tearing, Ripping
Across
Your
Mind
A Broken
HEART:
All for that one “true”
Love?
4)
Varvara the Screwed
One day, a rebel orphan named Varvara (a.k.a. Varvara the Screwed) decided to try to eat a dismembered body's limbs. Where would she find this body, you ask? She already knew a place that was called "The Place Where Cannibalistic People Go To Eat A Dismembered Body's Limbs." So that is where she went.
As she approached the owner of "The Place Where Cannibalistic People Go To Eat A Dismembered Body's Limbs," who was standing outside the entrance, he stopped her to ask for her I.D. When she replied saying, "I don't have one," the owner then asked her to prove her cannibalistic ways. So she agreed and asked for a live body. The owner went inside the place, and when he came back, he showed an infant to Varvara.
As Varvara chewed through the soft, chewy skin, the baby screamed an cried as blood came rushing through every bite mark. Then God came down and simply asked her what the heck she was doing. She laughed and replied, "We're all going to Hell someday, so why not?"
God pondered for a moment and then replied, "You we're meant for me. Perhaps as a punishment. twisted "
5)
Get-Together
One day some friends got together to make meth in a Catholic church. As they were making it, God came down from the heavens and simply asked them why they were doing what they were doing. The friends laughed and replied, "We're all going to Hell someday, so why not?" * God snickered and replied,
"You were meant for me. Perhaps as a punishment. twisted "
Love
What Is That
Emotion?
A
Tearing, Ripping
Across
Your
Mind
A Broken
HEART:
All for that one “true”
Love?
4)
Varvara the Screwed
One day, a rebel orphan named Varvara (a.k.a. Varvara the Screwed) decided to try to eat a dismembered body's limbs. Where would she find this body, you ask? She already knew a place that was called "The Place Where Cannibalistic People Go To Eat A Dismembered Body's Limbs." So that is where she went.
As she approached the owner of "The Place Where Cannibalistic People Go To Eat A Dismembered Body's Limbs," who was standing outside the entrance, he stopped her to ask for her I.D. When she replied saying, "I don't have one," the owner then asked her to prove her cannibalistic ways. So she agreed and asked for a live body. The owner went inside the place, and when he came back, he showed an infant to Varvara.
As Varvara chewed through the soft, chewy skin, the baby screamed an cried as blood came rushing through every bite mark. Then God came down and simply asked her what the heck she was doing. She laughed and replied, "We're all going to Hell someday, so why not?"
God pondered for a moment and then replied, "You we're meant for me. Perhaps as a punishment. twisted "
5)
Get-Together
One day some friends got together to make meth in a Catholic church. As they were making it, God came down from the heavens and simply asked them why they were doing what they were doing. The friends laughed and replied, "We're all going to Hell someday, so why not?" * God snickered and replied,
"You were meant for me. Perhaps as a punishment. twisted "
6)
The Reality Seekers
The reality Seekers are very cunning.
But their minds aren’t fast as my legs are running.
The children of men cry out in pain
As their kin is gruesomely slain.
The wind is on fire as it brushes through my hair.
I try to say my long, calming prayer.
But the reality seekers hunt like ravenous beasts
Killing all of mankind and then having great feasts.
They have no regrets
to all the upsets.
Just pure hatred in their hearts,
a thing that they call “the true arts.”
Who are these invaders of earth
that destroy the slightest chance of rebirth?
They are the people all around us,
who cause racket and sorrow and fuss.
But there is no true glory
for them in this story.
The Reality Seekers
The reality Seekers are very cunning.
But their minds aren’t fast as my legs are running.
The children of men cry out in pain
As their kin is gruesomely slain.
The wind is on fire as it brushes through my hair.
I try to say my long, calming prayer.
But the reality seekers hunt like ravenous beasts
Killing all of mankind and then having great feasts.
They have no regrets
to all the upsets.
Just pure hatred in their hearts,
a thing that they call “the true arts.”
Who are these invaders of earth
that destroy the slightest chance of rebirth?
They are the people all around us,
who cause racket and sorrow and fuss.
But there is no true glory
for them in this story.
7)
LIZ BUZZ: #600
This book is dedicated to:
Miraya Andrews
A Great Friend
FOREWORD
The aliens of the peaceful planet of Jalok were assigned a number the second they were born, and that would be their name until the came the age of one hundred (which is ten in human years) and were given the name of their parents’ choice. And, every year, precisely one hundred aliens are born.
Every one hundred years, a new king or queen is selected by the elders of Jalok. Then, after their coronation, they will be given the number according to what year they became king or queen. (Jalok has now been in existence for six years.)
NOTE: This is a fictional story.
*****
LIZ BUZ, a girl of fourteen, was bounced around from foster home to foster home, school to school, and life to life all because of a little “accident.” Liz was about eight when “it” happened. She was a difficult child, and never really got along with other children, let alone her family.
One day, at her grandmother’s seventieth birthday party, Liz finally cracked because of all the commotion. “I’m so tired of this life, this world!” she yelled at everyone. Then, she ran outside into the cold night and started running. She didn’t know where she was going, but all that mattered to her was that she got away from “home.”
When Liz reached a park, she plopped herself onto a nearby bench and began to cry. She stayed there for quite a while until her parents found her and took her back home.
By that time, all of the party guests, including her grandmother, had left. Liz was sent to her room while her parents had a “discussion.”
From her room, Liz could hear yelling; apparently, her parents were fighting. Liz had never even heard her parents yelling, unless it was at her. Then, she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Liz ran to her bed and pulled the covers over her head, as if she was sleeping. The door opened, and Liz could hear her mother crying. The bed covers were pulled down, and Liz’s eyes met her mother’s tear-filled ones. Her mother spoke very softly through sobs. “I.. we’re.. your dad and I..” she stammered “are getting.. a.. divorce..” her voice trailed off.
Liz couldn’t believe what she just had heard. She’ s not telling the truth... this can’t be true! Liz’s mind was racing. “I won’t believe it! I won’t! I won’t! I won’t!” she yelled at her mother.
*****
And that is what happened. Later, the divorce was official, and Liz was put into foster care because her grandmother went missing and her other relatives couldn’t take care of her.
Foster care was horrifying to Liz; she couldn’t get along with each foster-family or anyone to do with it.
Although she had these troubles, she had a little spark of hope in her life, the hope to be adopted.
At one time, Liz was living in a small house in the suburbs of Hartford, Connecticut. Living with her was her foster parents and six other children. It was so hectic there, that one night she decided to run away. It was the middle of the night when she decided what to do. She sprang into action and started to tie together her bed sheets. She was going to tie one end of the sheets to her window mullein, and let it go down as far as it could go, then she would slide down it onto the ground. So she did just that.
When Liz was safely on the ground, she saw what she thought was a shooting star. She quickly made a wish that she would be adopted and loved. Then, something strange happened, the “shooting star” seemed to stop in midair. Liz blinked once, then twice, and wiped her eyes. After she repeated the procedure a few times, she realized that it wasn’t a shooting star after all! Instead, she thought that it was just a helicopter. But oh, was she wrong. It happened so fast, the “helicopter” came closer and closer, until she made a second conclusion. It was an U.F.O. And this time, she was right. “Oh my gosh!” she said.
Then, the alien spacecraft landed, right in front of the scared and bewildered Liz Buz. The spacecraft was a gold color, had a huge door, bright yellow, green, and pink flashing lights, and it was the oddest shape, the shape of a huge bee.
To Liz’s disbelief, the door opened, and there stood one short, teal, huge-eyed alien dressed in a Greek toga. Liz choked some words out.
“Who, who are you? Liz expected no reply, for she didn’t think the alien could understand. But instead of no reply, the alien replied in clear English.
“I am alien #523. I have come in peace, and I wish to grant your wish. You shall be taken up with me in my ship. You will live with me and my family.”
Liz just stood dumbfounded. She couldn’t believe what she just had heard or seen. “Well, are you coming or not?” the alien asked as if she didn’t have a choice. Liz’s mind was racing, she didn’t know what to say, let alone do. Suddenly, as if a light bulb appeared above her head, she knew that this could be here only chance to get away from foster-life.
Liz nodded her head slowly, then continued with a slurred “Yes.” She then silently boarded the alien spacecraft. The inside was more dazzling than the outside. It had multicolored levers, buttons, switches, screens, and polka-dotted chairs.
“Our journey begins now, please sit on a chair, and fasten your seat belt,” the alien said while he punched buttons, pulled levers, and turned switches. Liz didn’t respond. She was to excited and nervous.
“Three, two, one, BLASTOFF!” The alien sounded like a person at mission control for a space shuttle. The spacecraft took off, and at the speed of light, zoomed into the night sky. Liz screamed in delight. The alien looked over at her and smiled, showing no teeth, but only gums. She smiled back happily.
Even though she had planned for it, Liz didn’t feel even a sliver of nausea. The spacecraft didn’t spin, to her thankfulness. The ride was actually quite soothing, and soon, she fell into a deep, long, and quiet sleep.
Liz woke up to the sound of fire. She screamed, thinking that the ship was on fire, but it wasn’t. The alien looked over at her and asked “Why are you afraid? It is only us, breaking through the atmosphere.” Liz replied with a big sigh of relief.
“We will land in minus ten seconds,” the alien said. As they got closer and closer to a purple-colored planet, to Liz Buz’s unbelief, there stood thousands, maybe millions, of aliens, just like #523, but different colors. Some were shades of blue, pink, orange, red, yellow, and others green.
“These fine people will be your friends, enemies, and family. I suppose you would like to go and meet them.” Just as Alien #523 finished talking, the bee-shaped spacecraft landed, and the door opened. Liz heard silence.
She wondered what the silence was for, but Alien #523 answered her question, as if he read her mind. “Go on out, they will pipe up once you are out there.”
She stepped onto the ramp that the aliens had set up. She saw a rocky landscape, little domes that she assumed were houses, and a huge white castle.
The aliens remained silent until one started to cheer, then other, and then the whole rest of the aliens cheered. Liz wondered why they were cheering, but once again, her question was answered by Alien #523. “You shall become our ruler, our queen, and idol. They are cheering for you.”
Liz replied with a startled “Oh my gosh!”
Then, one alien dressed in armor replied with a strange Russian accent. “Welcome my queen,” and bowed. Then a very small alien exclaimed in a shrill voice “Hello!” Then all the aliens bowed down to her.
Liz was astonished at the sight of it. She could not believe that this was happening. “Thanks,” she stuttered, then continued with a clumsy curtsey.
Alien #523 walked up to her, and whispered in her ear, “Come along, we shall go to the castle.” She hurried along with the alien to the castle. When they went past the aliens, some would cry out “My queen!” or “All hail the new queen!” Liz was starting to feel a tingle inside.
Liz was to happy to notice that they had reached the castle. “My dear Liz Buz, you are not queen yet, for you need a proper coronation,” Alien #523 said, “Come, let us go inside. The dear ladies of the castle will get you dressed and properly groomed.” Liz entered the castle. Inside were framed pictures of humans dressed in royal clothing and a crown of gold and magnificent jewels.
Liz just stood dumbfounded, for she though that she was the only human to be the aliens’ queen, let alone see the aliens. Each name of the king or queen was placed beneath the frames. Liz notice something odd about the names, for they all ended in her last name, Buz, but it had an extra "Z,” so it was spelled “Buzz.”
Alien #523 spoke. “These are your ancestors, they have all been king or queen of our land, Jalok.”
“But, but,” Liz stammered, “How? Why?” she had so many questions. The alien just smiled at Liz, then clapped his three-fingered hands, and right away three young aliens dressed in beautiful gowns of blue, yellow, and green came to his side.
The three alien girls did a curtsey to Liz and told her they would be her ladies in waiting, then whisked Liz away into a room that looked like a parlor and a dressing room combined. There, she was shown a variety of dresses, and after a few minutes of deciding, she choose a long, pink dress with light pink sleeves.
The ladies in waiting helped Liz into her dress, then one led her over to a full-length mirror and asked if she liked it. “Oh, yes! I love it so much, thank you,” Liz replied.
“I’m very happy for you,” an old but familiar voice said. Liz turned towards where she thought the voice had come from. She saw a very familiar and old, but beautiful face with a crown of gold and majestic jewels sitting upon white hair.
“Grandma! Is.. is it really you?” Liz asked.
“Yes, it’s me,” her grandmother replied with a chuckle.
Liz ran over to her and gave her a big hug. Her grandma returned the favor and gave Liz a kiss on the cheek.
“You.. you.. went missing, but.. your here!” Liz clumsily exclaimed.
*****
Later, after Liz and her grandma had caught up on everything that had happened in each if their lives, Liz found out that her grandma had become the previous ruler of Jalok. Liz had asked why her ancestors’ names all were spelt “Buzz” and not “Buz,” so her grandmother replied by showing her a gigantic and old book that was entitled The History of Jalok. Liz opened the book to a page about the kings and queens of Jalok, and began to read. It turned out that the earlier generations of the Buz family all had their names spelt “Buzz,” but the later generations changed it for unknown reasons to “Buz.”
*****
Later after that, a coronation for Liz was planned and performed. During the coronation, Liz was given the crown of Jalok, which signified that she was the new queen, and given the new name of Queen Liz Buzz: #600 of Jalok.
THE END
Thank you for Reading! smile
(Critiques Wanted)
All Works © Varvara the Screwed, 2008
LIZ BUZZ: #600
This book is dedicated to:
Miraya Andrews
A Great Friend
FOREWORD
The aliens of the peaceful planet of Jalok were assigned a number the second they were born, and that would be their name until the came the age of one hundred (which is ten in human years) and were given the name of their parents’ choice. And, every year, precisely one hundred aliens are born.
Every one hundred years, a new king or queen is selected by the elders of Jalok. Then, after their coronation, they will be given the number according to what year they became king or queen. (Jalok has now been in existence for six years.)
NOTE: This is a fictional story.
*****
LIZ BUZ, a girl of fourteen, was bounced around from foster home to foster home, school to school, and life to life all because of a little “accident.” Liz was about eight when “it” happened. She was a difficult child, and never really got along with other children, let alone her family.
One day, at her grandmother’s seventieth birthday party, Liz finally cracked because of all the commotion. “I’m so tired of this life, this world!” she yelled at everyone. Then, she ran outside into the cold night and started running. She didn’t know where she was going, but all that mattered to her was that she got away from “home.”
When Liz reached a park, she plopped herself onto a nearby bench and began to cry. She stayed there for quite a while until her parents found her and took her back home.
By that time, all of the party guests, including her grandmother, had left. Liz was sent to her room while her parents had a “discussion.”
From her room, Liz could hear yelling; apparently, her parents were fighting. Liz had never even heard her parents yelling, unless it was at her. Then, she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Liz ran to her bed and pulled the covers over her head, as if she was sleeping. The door opened, and Liz could hear her mother crying. The bed covers were pulled down, and Liz’s eyes met her mother’s tear-filled ones. Her mother spoke very softly through sobs. “I.. we’re.. your dad and I..” she stammered “are getting.. a.. divorce..” her voice trailed off.
Liz couldn’t believe what she just had heard. She’ s not telling the truth... this can’t be true! Liz’s mind was racing. “I won’t believe it! I won’t! I won’t! I won’t!” she yelled at her mother.
*****
And that is what happened. Later, the divorce was official, and Liz was put into foster care because her grandmother went missing and her other relatives couldn’t take care of her.
Foster care was horrifying to Liz; she couldn’t get along with each foster-family or anyone to do with it.
Although she had these troubles, she had a little spark of hope in her life, the hope to be adopted.
At one time, Liz was living in a small house in the suburbs of Hartford, Connecticut. Living with her was her foster parents and six other children. It was so hectic there, that one night she decided to run away. It was the middle of the night when she decided what to do. She sprang into action and started to tie together her bed sheets. She was going to tie one end of the sheets to her window mullein, and let it go down as far as it could go, then she would slide down it onto the ground. So she did just that.
When Liz was safely on the ground, she saw what she thought was a shooting star. She quickly made a wish that she would be adopted and loved. Then, something strange happened, the “shooting star” seemed to stop in midair. Liz blinked once, then twice, and wiped her eyes. After she repeated the procedure a few times, she realized that it wasn’t a shooting star after all! Instead, she thought that it was just a helicopter. But oh, was she wrong. It happened so fast, the “helicopter” came closer and closer, until she made a second conclusion. It was an U.F.O. And this time, she was right. “Oh my gosh!” she said.
Then, the alien spacecraft landed, right in front of the scared and bewildered Liz Buz. The spacecraft was a gold color, had a huge door, bright yellow, green, and pink flashing lights, and it was the oddest shape, the shape of a huge bee.
To Liz’s disbelief, the door opened, and there stood one short, teal, huge-eyed alien dressed in a Greek toga. Liz choked some words out.
“Who, who are you? Liz expected no reply, for she didn’t think the alien could understand. But instead of no reply, the alien replied in clear English.
“I am alien #523. I have come in peace, and I wish to grant your wish. You shall be taken up with me in my ship. You will live with me and my family.”
Liz just stood dumbfounded. She couldn’t believe what she just had heard or seen. “Well, are you coming or not?” the alien asked as if she didn’t have a choice. Liz’s mind was racing, she didn’t know what to say, let alone do. Suddenly, as if a light bulb appeared above her head, she knew that this could be here only chance to get away from foster-life.
Liz nodded her head slowly, then continued with a slurred “Yes.” She then silently boarded the alien spacecraft. The inside was more dazzling than the outside. It had multicolored levers, buttons, switches, screens, and polka-dotted chairs.
“Our journey begins now, please sit on a chair, and fasten your seat belt,” the alien said while he punched buttons, pulled levers, and turned switches. Liz didn’t respond. She was to excited and nervous.
“Three, two, one, BLASTOFF!” The alien sounded like a person at mission control for a space shuttle. The spacecraft took off, and at the speed of light, zoomed into the night sky. Liz screamed in delight. The alien looked over at her and smiled, showing no teeth, but only gums. She smiled back happily.
Even though she had planned for it, Liz didn’t feel even a sliver of nausea. The spacecraft didn’t spin, to her thankfulness. The ride was actually quite soothing, and soon, she fell into a deep, long, and quiet sleep.
Liz woke up to the sound of fire. She screamed, thinking that the ship was on fire, but it wasn’t. The alien looked over at her and asked “Why are you afraid? It is only us, breaking through the atmosphere.” Liz replied with a big sigh of relief.
“We will land in minus ten seconds,” the alien said. As they got closer and closer to a purple-colored planet, to Liz Buz’s unbelief, there stood thousands, maybe millions, of aliens, just like #523, but different colors. Some were shades of blue, pink, orange, red, yellow, and others green.
“These fine people will be your friends, enemies, and family. I suppose you would like to go and meet them.” Just as Alien #523 finished talking, the bee-shaped spacecraft landed, and the door opened. Liz heard silence.
She wondered what the silence was for, but Alien #523 answered her question, as if he read her mind. “Go on out, they will pipe up once you are out there.”
She stepped onto the ramp that the aliens had set up. She saw a rocky landscape, little domes that she assumed were houses, and a huge white castle.
The aliens remained silent until one started to cheer, then other, and then the whole rest of the aliens cheered. Liz wondered why they were cheering, but once again, her question was answered by Alien #523. “You shall become our ruler, our queen, and idol. They are cheering for you.”
Liz replied with a startled “Oh my gosh!”
Then, one alien dressed in armor replied with a strange Russian accent. “Welcome my queen,” and bowed. Then a very small alien exclaimed in a shrill voice “Hello!” Then all the aliens bowed down to her.
Liz was astonished at the sight of it. She could not believe that this was happening. “Thanks,” she stuttered, then continued with a clumsy curtsey.
Alien #523 walked up to her, and whispered in her ear, “Come along, we shall go to the castle.” She hurried along with the alien to the castle. When they went past the aliens, some would cry out “My queen!” or “All hail the new queen!” Liz was starting to feel a tingle inside.
Liz was to happy to notice that they had reached the castle. “My dear Liz Buz, you are not queen yet, for you need a proper coronation,” Alien #523 said, “Come, let us go inside. The dear ladies of the castle will get you dressed and properly groomed.” Liz entered the castle. Inside were framed pictures of humans dressed in royal clothing and a crown of gold and magnificent jewels.
Liz just stood dumbfounded, for she though that she was the only human to be the aliens’ queen, let alone see the aliens. Each name of the king or queen was placed beneath the frames. Liz notice something odd about the names, for they all ended in her last name, Buz, but it had an extra "Z,” so it was spelled “Buzz.”
Alien #523 spoke. “These are your ancestors, they have all been king or queen of our land, Jalok.”
“But, but,” Liz stammered, “How? Why?” she had so many questions. The alien just smiled at Liz, then clapped his three-fingered hands, and right away three young aliens dressed in beautiful gowns of blue, yellow, and green came to his side.
The three alien girls did a curtsey to Liz and told her they would be her ladies in waiting, then whisked Liz away into a room that looked like a parlor and a dressing room combined. There, she was shown a variety of dresses, and after a few minutes of deciding, she choose a long, pink dress with light pink sleeves.
The ladies in waiting helped Liz into her dress, then one led her over to a full-length mirror and asked if she liked it. “Oh, yes! I love it so much, thank you,” Liz replied.
“I’m very happy for you,” an old but familiar voice said. Liz turned towards where she thought the voice had come from. She saw a very familiar and old, but beautiful face with a crown of gold and majestic jewels sitting upon white hair.
“Grandma! Is.. is it really you?” Liz asked.
“Yes, it’s me,” her grandmother replied with a chuckle.
Liz ran over to her and gave her a big hug. Her grandma returned the favor and gave Liz a kiss on the cheek.
“You.. you.. went missing, but.. your here!” Liz clumsily exclaimed.
*****
Later, after Liz and her grandma had caught up on everything that had happened in each if their lives, Liz found out that her grandma had become the previous ruler of Jalok. Liz had asked why her ancestors’ names all were spelt “Buzz” and not “Buz,” so her grandmother replied by showing her a gigantic and old book that was entitled The History of Jalok. Liz opened the book to a page about the kings and queens of Jalok, and began to read. It turned out that the earlier generations of the Buz family all had their names spelt “Buzz,” but the later generations changed it for unknown reasons to “Buz.”
*****
Later after that, a coronation for Liz was planned and performed. During the coronation, Liz was given the crown of Jalok, which signified that she was the new queen, and given the new name of Queen Liz Buzz: #600 of Jalok.
THE END
Thank you for Reading! smile
(Critiques Wanted)
All Works © Varvara the Screwed, 2008
