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Kyle Walker

Kisker, 8th hour

11/10/11

The Monster Within

As I am lying in my bed, worrying about my Comm. Arts paper that is partially due Thursday, an

idea comes to mind. A story about my cat wouldnt be as gallant as a story about someone I knew. I

could portray them however I choose, like a puppet attached to strings. The perfect person, I think to

myself, would be none other than Elizabeth Gillespie. Continuing with the thought of her, I then idealize

the format of my story. I chuckle with every thought that comes to mind because her personality is

versatile with every setting.

It is 8:45 p.m. on a Sunday, having enjoyed every bit of my weekend, I am sad to see it go. The

bed beneath me is like a magnet, preventing me from even lifting a finger towards the completion of

this story. I remember my disastrous short story from last year, praying it wouldnt be as bad as this one.

I never had a good grip on storytelling. My mother always says, You are as left-brained as your father. I

cant deny that, no way. I rise from my bed, wishing I hadnt, and slowly make my way to the next room

with the computer. I deliberately sit down, and begin to type.


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Whish, wish. The wind blew ever so slightly in the Forest of Children. The leaves rustled, the

branches cracked, but none of the children stirred in the night. Elizabeth was a child who often

did not sleep. She had dreams of something ominous, something wicked, something words could

not describe. Sometimes, these dreams would wake her in the dead of night, and she would be

covered in sweat from head to toe.

It was morning in the Forest of Children; the sun was gleaming over the horizon. There, it

was warm all day, and warm all night. Plants grew year round, and everything lived. In the land,

there were no adults, just children who were very short, and were able to fly. They usually wore

clothing made of plants, which would attract bugs at times.

Children were already awakening from a goodnights rest. Elizabeth loved to play

among the children, but her excessive talkativeness would agitate most of them. Seldom would

she ever be seen not having fun, only when she wasnt in a goodattitude. Her mouth was her

most noticeable feature, aside from her flowing, dirty-blonde hair, since it produced such a noise

that would shake the forest at times.

Its story time! Elizabeth shrieked at the top of her lungs throughout the forest, hoping

to congregate as many children as possible. Elizabeth was quite the story teller. One has to be

prepared for what she might think of next.

Sit down! Im about to tell a story!She exclaimed. Everyone immediately stopped their

side conversations in fear of a damaged ear-drum.

Thank you verymuch. Now todays story, children, will be The Princess and the

Shopping Cart. There once was a Princess and a shopping cart. The Princess loved to shop. She

would usually shop for make-up, magazines, umclothes and hair-care products, too. Every time


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she would shop, the shopping cart would get very tired. It would cry and cry every time he went

because there would be too many items in his back. So one day, the shopping cart had the

Shopping Monster confront the Princess.

Whats the Shopping Monster? asked a nave child.

Wait a minute! Elizabeth responded annoyingly.

The Shopping Monster is a ferocious monster that takes shopping away from anyone

who shops too much! The next day, the Shopping Monster went to the Princesss home.

Princess, you have gone out of control! Buying this, buying that; who are you? If I find

out that you hurt The Shopping Cart one more time, then I have no choice but to take

you cart away forever! cried the 50 foot tall monster.

All of the children shrieked as if it were true, since the children were relatively small and got

whatever they desired.

Be quiet! Its not over! Elizabeth said a couple of times before the children were able to

calm down.

Thanks, guys. You made me forget what I was going to say! Elizabeth was known for

having short tempers as well. As a result, she flew off into a tree to sit alone. Behind her, the

children were begging her to come back, but she was insistent.

Elizabeth sat on the branches of a far off tree, where no one could bother her. There, she

tried to visualize the rest of her story. I remember having this as a dream I never knew how it

ended. Oh, this is useless. Just as her thought had ended, she heard a peculiar noise. The noise

sounded like a loud thump among the bushes, so she went to investigate.

The noise was farther than she thought it was, and she had to fly instead of walk

because the vegetation was beginning to become too thick for her small body to fit through. The

loud thumping continued monotonously, like the beating of her heart. When Elizabeth landed in


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the place where the sound was coming from, nothing was there. Besides the fact that everything

was unfamiliar to her, everything seemed in its place. The thumping noise grew louder, and

closer, to a point where she couldnt take it.

Hello? Is anyone there? Elizabeth yelledanxiously. She thought no one could have

possibly heard her out there.

There was no answer, so she yelled again. After the second time, the mysterious noise

had stopped, and what seemed to be a 50 ft. tall man stepped out from behind a tree.

Hello there, maam. What a pleasant surprise. How may I be at your service?said the

giant. He was warm and welcoming towards Elizabeth, which made her feel at liberty to freely

speak with him.

Yes, can you tell me where that awful noise is coming from?

What noise? All I can hear is the thud of my hammer.

Well, can you stop?! Its bothering me! Do you know how loud that is? Its pretty loud if

you ask me. I mean, out here in the middle of nowhere, I can hear youElizabeth ranted on.

The giant was taken aback by her remarks, but he quickly realized she had not paid any attention

to it.

ared to death! Why cant you j The giant interjected, Are you lost? Would you like

something to eat?

I dont know, I think Im lost. I am starving! Where is the food?

The giant snickered. He knew she had been walking a ways and was happy to help.

Elizabeth, however, just wanted to rest and be merry. The giant led Elizabeth to an open field

with a castle made of logs in the middle. It was quite a sight.

What a lovely place. You live here?


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Sure I do, the thing is a beauty. I keep itin good shape just in case people like you

happen to stumble along looking for a place to stay.They both made their way into the castle,

which was very spacious, considering Elizabeth to be only 4 feet tall.

I will get some bread and cheese and lemonade for us to eat before bed, the giant said

with delight.

Elizabeth was so hungry that she stuffed her face until she could no more, unlike the

giant who didnt seem to eat much. She slept soundly that night on a full belly, and woke up not

hungry at all.

Mister, may I bathe here? I stink badly. Oh, and I need an extra pair of clothes,

Elizabeth groaned infuriatingly.

Sure, come with me,replied the giant.

They both made their way down a long corridor to a metal door at the end of it. The

Giant opened it and Elizabeth could not believe her eyes. Behind that door was everything she

could have ever imagined.

I want everything in here! I want it all!

Now, child, you can have anything you want, my treat, but be careful of how much you

get. There is a consequence for getting too much. Elizabeth couldnt hear a word he said. Her

heart was beating vigorously in her chest because of what lay before her.

Before you go,the giant mentioned, you may need this. He wheeled an average-

sized cart right in front of Elizabeth, his name was Stuffer.

Hes very fragile; you have to take good ca Before he could finish, she was already

flying through the isles, stuffing her cart with whatever she desired.


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By the time Elizabeth was done grabbing what she could get her hands on, her cart was

awfully full. As she was pushing the cart with all her might, she heard a whimpering, but she was

too preoccupied to take notice.

Once in the room, Elizabeth was fortunate to manage to get all of her stuff out of the

cart. She assorted everything, but did not use any of it. Like on Halloween, when you sort out

your candy and admire the pile, but not eat any of it. I guess its a prideful thing.

Next day, Elizabeth begged the giant to go shopping again. He said the very same thing

the day before, Be careful of how much you get. There is a consequence for getting too much.

Of course, Elizabeth paid no attention. This time, she got more than the amount she took last

time. It felt like Christmas to her, the feeling of joy.

That night, the giant had a word with Elizabeth.

Stuffer has said to me that you have been hurtful to him. Youve been getting too many

things, young lady. He sounded like an authority figure to her.

I promise it was not on purpose. I will not do that anymore,she said it in fake,

apologetic tones. In all honesty, she just wanted to shop even more.

Okay, well, just listen to me. One more time, and there will be no more shopping.

Those words hit Elizabeth like a brick wall. They sounded eerily familiar.

Laterthat night, Elizabeth was in the guest rooms bed thinking about what the giant

had said. It replayed in her mind like a song does on a radio station more than 7 times during the

day. She drifted off to sleep listening to it. `

Elizabeth woke with a fright. She had turned on the light to cool herself down. What had

just happened? She scoped the room, as if in fear something was going to pop out at her, when

something caught her eye. It was a picture of The Giant, and a beautiful lady. Who is she? Why is

she with him? Something clicked. The lady looked exactly like the princess in her dream.


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Everything from the color of her eyes to the clothing she was wearing. How could this be?

whispered Elizabeth. I have to get out of here, she thought. This is where the Princess had

stayed. There were also other pictures of both men and women along the wall that she hadnt

noticed before.

All of a sudden, she heard large footsteps. Elizabeth knew it was The Giant. He was

looking for her. All she could do was sit there and wait for the worst. The door opened gradually,

and she could here the heavy breathing of The Shopping Monster.

Where are you Elizabeth? Dont you want to shop one last time?

Elizabeth, where are you? Elizabeth!

Elizabeth jolted from her sleep. She could hear the faint, familiar voices of her friends.

Ive been sleeping hear the whole time?

It was almost dark when she made it back to The Forest of Children with her friends.

Thank you, guys, I probably would have woken up and not known where to go.

No problem, we just wanted to hear the rest of your story, Alex said with enthusiasm.

Actually, I was thinking of telling you a new story, one that is better than The Princess

and the Shopping Cart. It is calledElizabeth and the Shopping Cart.

It is Wednesday, around 9:30 p.m., and I just finished my story. I lay back in the chair feeling

half-drained and fatigued, but having a sense of accomplishment. Before you ask, I did not make up The

Princess and the Shopping Cart. It was an inspiration to my story, the one Elizabeth portrayed many

times better.


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