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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Think (09/02/10)

TITLE: The head-trip wager
By Holly Hoell


“I bet I can make her cry today.” Mygore blustered, as he rolled his hands over each other.

”I won't let that happen,” Opal replied defiantly “instead, her happiness will be evident.”

They agreed the loser would depart from the home for 24 hours. Leaving their opponent to bless or curse the residents, respectively.

Amy was going about her daily routine. She made the bed, singing as she worked. Sunbeams were coming in through the windows. It was a beautiful day. Amy could not see or hear the two child sized creatures observing her. Her mind was on the tasks at hand. It’s a good thing too. Mygore was not pleasant to look at. He had become deformed and fouled from his evil nature and years of horrendous deeds.

Mygore jested, “watch this,” as he jumped on the bed and snarled into Amy’s ear. “You’re just a stupid housewife, everyone else has important jobs. Not you, you’re always stuck here alone; a slave with no life, you’re hopeless.”

Amy’s mind churned. Every day, I am here alone – cleaning. A live in maid, is that my life?

Adorable Opal, in her white silky dress, ran outside and whistled to attract a nearby bird. She sang to it with her heavenly voice that lured it near Amy’s window. So beautiful was Opal’s song that the bird began to chirp and sing with it.

Amy heard it and looked out the window. She smiled and observed. What a beautiful bird, it’s like it’s singing just for me.

Amy proceeded to clean the bathroom mirror. Mygore climbed onto the counter. He whispered, “Another wrinkle, you’re looking old and unattractive. Life is slipping by. You’re not important; no one cares about you.”

Amy knocked over a cup of water that was on the counter. It smashed on the floor, splashing water onto her pants. Reaching for a towel, she lost her balance. She would have fallen onto the jagged pieces of glass, had Opal not steadied her.

She cleaned up the mess and put on a dry pair of pants. Mygore announced; “those pants are tight. Look at you -- you’re old, fat, and ugly.” He jumped up and down on the bed laughing his evil little laugh.

Amy looked at herself in the mirror, the corner of her lips descending into a frown. Mygore made a face, whining, “Uh-Oh, is she going to cry,” then continued his annoying laugh.

He left the room momentarily to plot his next scheme. Upon returning to target Amy again, he noticed something missing. Where is Opal? He called for her, but she wasn't in the house. Now's my chance. He was just about to tell Amy that a cocktail would make her feel better, when the doorbell rang.

It was Beverly from next door. Opal was standing at her side. “Hi Amy, I am making some cookies and I remembered that you have sprinkles. Could I get some from you?”

”Of course,” Amy replied. “Have a seat and I'll get them.”

Beverly sat down. Opal jumped onto the table whispering something to her.

Stomping around the kitchen, Mygore roared. I’ll get you, you filthy witch, you cheat! He tried to lure a mouse out to where Beverly sat; but the cat ran after it, hissing at him as it ran by.

”Here you go,” Amy said, handing Beverly the sprinkles.

”Thanks, you know Amy, you are so precious to me. I was just thinking of all the kind things you have done for me over the years. When my husband died, I didn't know how I could go on. But you’ve always been here for me. I want you to know that I love you very much; you are like a daughter to me.” Beverly stood up and gave her a huge hug.

Amy's countenance was beaming. “Beverly, you are a Godsend. I felt depressed this morning.”

"Come to my place and have a cookie. I’ll cut you some flowers from my garden, they are in full bloom."

Opal declared, "leave Mygore, the victory has come."

”It's no fair, you cheated,” he replied.

”Do I have to call on Jesus for you to depart?”

Seething, Mygore spat as he left, “You’ll pay for this.”

Amy's entire evening was one of the most pleasant she could remember. She and her family had a wonderful time together.

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Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 09/11/10
This is a great story. I could easily picture the whole scene.
Gina Fifo09/13/10
Kept my interest as to what would happen next. Nice job!
Sarah Heywood09/15/10
This was really enjoyable, both because of the content and because of how well you wrote. Good job!
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 09/16/10
Congratulations on placing in the top 10 of your level!