The Belly Inflation Club: the begining of the ClubThe house down the street was pretty much abandoned. No one bothered to move in, and the city never bothered to tear it down. It was the last house down the street, and anyone could have mistaken it to be a haunted house. But anyone who lived near the house could tell you it wasn’t haunted. Especially two kids who spent most of their time in the house.
Riley and Victoria were two friends who spent most to their time, when not at school, inside the walls of the old house. If you asked them about it, they’ll tell you that the house is peaceful and quiet, save for the occasional creaking the house gives off. But the house isn’t what this story is about. Our story begins with what the two friends did in the basement.
If you went into the basement of the house, you would see pictures of people with large, very large, huge, or gigantic bellies. If you were looking for the biggest belly inflation fans in the world, these two would defiantly make it in the list. Both have bee
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I have no idea how long I was inside the tree, but it felt like forever. I should’ve known better then to walk into the tree, now I’m stuck for all eternity. Never before had I ever been so scared of the dark, and I usually love the dark since night is my favorite time of night. I began to wonder what Adrian was going to do. Or even Old Benn. Dad wouldn’t believe either of them, but I can’t really blame him for it. I mean, how could he believe his own child got sucked into a magical tree, and may never come out. Before I could finish my thoughts, a familiar melody begins to play in the dark. I wanted to run to the sound, but I was too scared to move from my spot. “Dubhlainn!!” I cried. I didn’t want to be in the dark anymore, I wanted to get out of this place. I wanted to go back to my world, or even a place that had light. The music stops, and I’m left in silences. And finally, I saw an opening not far from where I was standing
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“That doesn’t make any sense, Charlotte.” Adrian was just as confused as I was. “And what did he mean when he said you’d get your answers when you come home?” I simply shook my head. I had told him about the dream I had last night, hoping he’d know what it could have meant. Obviously, I was wrong. “I wouldn’t have the slightest idea, Adrian. To be honest, I don’t think anyone would understand what it meant.” Then Adrian’s eyes lit up. “Old Benn would know. Maybe he can help us.”
“Adrian, we’ve bothered him enough about the tree, I don’t want to bother him about the dream.” Adrian insisted that we talk with him about the dream, but I refused. After a whole day of begging, I gave in and went with him to see Old Benn. He was just on his way out to go for his afternoon walks when we caught him. As we walked with him, I began to explain the dream I had. We sat down near a cr
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When I told my friends of the legend, they couldn’t believe what I was saying. “Charlotte, you’re nuts. Old Benn is just some crazy old guy who doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” I shook my head, “He’s not crazy. He’s a very kind man, and he tells the truth. He just likes telling stories.”
“Yeah, stories that make no sense. Maybe your dad is right; you shouldn’t hang around him anymore. His crazy ideas are rubbing off on you.” I stood up from the table. “Am I the only one who doesn’t treat him this badly?” and I left to finish my lunch alone. I found a large tree and sat down underneath it. I looked up at its leaves and I finished the rest of my lunch. I closed my eyes to listen to the leaves in the breeze, when I heard footsteps coming closer. I opened my eyes to see a boy standing in front of me. He was someone I knew, but rarely talked to. His name was Adrian, and his was ki
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There was something strange about the forest I lived in. I’ve lived in it my whole life, and ever since I could remember, I knew there was something different about it. Mother had said something about it holding mysteries, but I don’t think that was it. Every day, I’d walk though it, and in the walking, I’d try to understand the feeling I get at night when I’d look out my window to see the sun fall behind the far off mountains. And every day I’d get the same thing; nothing. It was like it didn’t want me to find out its secrets; and every day, I’d look and look and found nothing. My father thought I was nuts for doing so. Every time I’d leave to go for my usual walks, he’d always tell me to stop chasing fantasies I thought were real. I told him it wasn’t fantasy that drew me to the forest, but a strange feeling.
One night, father sat in front