This is where it gets weird: Chapter 2

     The door slammed shut behind her. Emily whirled around, yet could see nothing in the blackness, and feeling around awarded no cracks or handles or any clue that the door had been there in the first place. Emily became suddenly afraid. "You were foolish and acted quite rashly", she chastised herself, much in the same way as Alice from Wonderland. Emily became filled with regret as she stood in the dark.

     But not for long. For out of the black came a person. Humanoid, but very distinctly not so. It began speaking very rapidly.

"Bed bea geb, deb bea geb, deb bea geb cade beag?"

     "Excuse me sir, I don't know what you are saying," Emily rather timidly and quizzically replied, wondering if she had been right to call it a sir.

        The FedFaded, for that is what it was, made no reply, looking stunned out of speech.

Emily took this time to asses the situation: she was in her piano, 1-1/2 inches tall with a being that look like a dwarf (or was it a gnome?) spewing gibberish at length. Was it safe for her to speak to this creature?
Emily giggled at the thought. The creature hardly seemes dangerous, with an odd piece of wood looking quite like an instrument strapped to his back.

She began, "My name is Emily Baden. I was playing my piano when-"

"Your piano? YOUR piano?!" the creature exclaimed. "Don't you mean the Piano of FedFad?"

     "FedFad?" Emily repeated. Then she remembered: THOSE were the notes she had played. Her piano's manufacturer was FedFad too...

Emily was in her dreams again. She recalled the first time she had noticed that no one else's piano said FedFad. Everyone else's said Yamaha or Young Chang. Emily asked her parents about it one night.
"Well Emily, that piano has been in your mama's family a long time; nowadays people are buying Yamahas and the like. FedFad just isn't well known anymore," her father has said. Her mother had made no comment.

     But Emily hadn't believed that. She searched the Internet for "Fed Fad". It was a fruitless search. Emily had soon forgotten about the whole thing, yet still felt an odd tingling whenever she saw the piano, like she knew she had forgotten something.

     But now it was rapidly returning to her, and the question still loomed: What is FedFad? And now there was the question: How had she forgotten?

     "How do you know about FedFad?" was the only question Emily asked aloud, and warily at that.

     "How do I know about FedFad?" the man scoffed. "This IS FedFad!" The creature looked quite offended. He began muttering to himself and wringing his hands.

Emily wasn't even paying attention anymore. She exclaimed to herself, "So this is FedFad!"

     The creature stopped dead and nearly shouted, "Egad this is FedFad; what else would it be, ababd?!" slipping unconciously into the language of Gab.

     "Ababd?" Emily repeated.

     The creature stared at her. He had waited so long, waiting, watching, giving up everything life could offer, for this?

     "Girl human", the creature offhandedly replied, "which is what you are of course." Bede fell deep into thought.

     Was this it? Was this is abdgab they had been waiting for? Bede found it hard to believe; they had been waiting for so long, and look what happened to that other one. He needed to get the ababd to Madame Butterfly. "Dabe Fab," he ordered.

     Emily, quizzically, gave up on trying to ask what he was saying and decided she should follow him as he started away. At any rate, she was eager to get away form the spookiness of the doorway, or what used to be the doorway.

     Bede hurried along a passage that seemed to come out of nowhere to their left. Emily followed, trotting to keep up with the short Bede.

     "What are you, if you don't nind my asking?" Emily queried, hoping to learn something before they got to wherever they were going.

     "That, ababd, I cannot say." Bede replied. " 'If a potential abdgab appears, no information may be revealed until he/she has met Madame Butterfly,' " he quoted.

     Emily abruptly stopped. "Do not keep me in the dark any longer," she ordered.

     Bede became confused. He did not understand the nuances of English phrases, and even after 20 years of study, he still found trouble with it.

     "I'm sorry, ababd, but there are no lights on hand, and even it there were, no light is allowed in this chamber."

     Emily was adamant. "No, not light, I want information. Who are you? What are you? What is this place? Where are we going?"

     Bede sighed. He could tell this was a hard one. "Forgive me; I am Bede. And as I told you already, this is FedFad and we are going to see Madame Butterfly."

Emily rolled her eyes. She could tell this was a hard one.

Here goes... Chapter 1

        She was at the piano. It was 3 o'clock. Pounding the keys in frustration, Emily had to remind herself why she was there in the first place.

It was two weeks until Sarah's birthday. Sarah was Emily's 8 year old little sister, about to turn 9. Sarah was a simple, sweet, mousy-brown haired girl, and loved the piano and its music. Emily was composing a piece called "Madame Butterfly", named after Sarah's favorite opera. But composing was not coming as easily to Emily as it used to.

Emily played through her already finished bars, something she found herself doing more and more often lately, as she was making hardly any progress. She had had smooth sailing when she started; the notes flowing from her fingers, but then, one day she finished a phrase and it ended. Not the piece, the music. The music wouldn't come to her, but it was obvious it wasn't the end of the piece. Emily was dreadfully stuck.

She pounded the keys again, holding the notes. She started. Something had happened, some sort of click.

Emily quickly glanced at her fingers to confirm what she already knew, something she had learned to do writing music: she had played F E and D in her left hand, F A and D in her right. She shook her head to clear it. Just a trick of her overworked brain, she told herself.

Emily felt something tugging at her memory: her mother, speaking to her. But what was she saying? Then the memory faded away. She had been feeling oddly around the piano ever since... she couldn't remember when. That was the problem, she kept forgetting things.

Emily quickly shifted her attention back to the clicking noise, still uneasy about the memory. She tried banging the piano again; nothing. She tried to recall what she had played, but in vain. The notes had faded with the memory, which by now she couldn't even remember remembering.

Another click reached Emily's ears, this time more a creak than anything else. She saw an odd rectangle of wood above the keys closing into the piano. Emily started again, then snapped to her senses and stuck her finger into the timy hole and cried out in pain. Her finger was wedged in a door. After carefully extracting the aforementioned digit, she wondered how she had gotten there all of a sudden. Then her brain caught up.

She was standing in front of the odd rectangle of wood, now fully open again. How was she standing? Then her brain caught up again. The door had grown larger. Or, she had shrunk. Emily realized the latter was far more likely as she cautiously turned around, and saw her house looming high around her. The piano bench seemed 12 feet away, not a mere 12 inches.

Emily started to tremble. How had this happened? Emily saw no other course of action but to walk through the already re-closing door, though every nerve in her now tiny body was telling her not to.

Emily was confused, and had no idea what to do. She didn't want to leave the safety of her home, but then again her house seemed sinister and deadly to someone her size, and the piano was in her house, wasn't it? But what would she find in the piano? Would she become bigger while in the piano and become trapped? Emily was torn, and the invisible string that seemed to be pulling hew towards the door wasn't helping.

Finally, a fraction of a second before the door closed for the last time, Emily made her decision.

She jumped through the door.

My world

(Courtesy of Irish Girl)

My world is oh so pretty that it would be such a pity if the birds couldn’t fly in the sky so blue if the apples couldn’t grow on the trees fresh and new if the worms couldn’t wriggle it would not be a giggle if the fish couldn’t swim in the foamy waves and if bears could not live in their cozy caves my I am glad there are none of these dismays.

-Irish Girl was at my house and wrote this cool poem. I've been wanting to post it for months. So here it is!

My summer project!!!

One night, Silly Sally asked me to tell her a bedtime story. I didn't really feel like finishing it because I was really tired, so I said I would finish it the next night. Well, after about 2 weeks of saying that, I finally finished the story. I thought it was cool, and thought "Maybe I should write it down." Of course, I never really did anything about it for about a year. But lately I've been thinking about it a lot more, and I've decided: this summer I shall write a book. Because really, the "bedtime story" is more like a novel.
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I started on Wednesday. I'm currently in the middle of chapter 2. I have no idea how long it will be. Writing it will add a lot more "filler" that you just say they did in a story or something like that. I am also developing a language for them to speak in my world. It is called Gab, and uses only the letters A-G. Crazy, I know.
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As I type and finish editing chapters I will post them here, and I will try to make them regular. I am also writing some history and stuff like that about the setting of the story for my own reference, and to keep you busy when I'm in a tough spot with the story. Well, not really not really the story, as I have an advantage that I already know where the story goes and that sort of thing, but writing it with the words and conversations and everything that have faded from my mind in the past year will get me stuck sometimes. Also, recalling episodes will prove hard, as Silly Sally and I are already have debates about how things went, and it's my story!
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So anyway, I'm super excited and will be posting the first chapter shortly.