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Revived with energy, we ran to him.
"Look!" he said as he pointed under the only chair left standing.
"Is it food?" Bubba begged leaning his head over my shoulder.
"No, it isn't food, Bubba," I said as I touched the found treasure delicately and placed it in my lap.
It was the most beautiful suitcase I'd ever seen in my whole life. Diamonds, sapphires, rubies and every other precious gem decorated its entire area. Gold rope chains embroidered the sides and every edge was marked with a precision cut of black onyx. Its radiance was so breathtaking and mysterious that it would fit well in an Egyptian tomb. The latch on it was made of pure gold, and it had a tiny engraving of a flower on it.
"What is this flower, Billabong?" I inquired.
B-Bong studied it briefly and answered, "It's a princess Willow - a flower symbolizing good fortune and prosperity." He cocked his head, "Hmmm. That's odd."
"What's odd?" Mr. T asked.
Billabong explained, "That particular flower has been extinct for over 2,000 years."
"Well, what are you waiting for? Open it!" Fabioli insisted.
I pulled lightly on the latch, lifted the case slowly, and found only one occupant inside. A single lamp of the same caliber of beauty appeared and as the sunlight hit it, rainbows and prisms shined everywhere around our gang.
"Ooooh, I want to see it!" Bubba whined as he snatched the lamp from its priceless home. Seconds later, the lamp gained life and hummed in the air. It began spinning and a purplish smoke rose from its long, narrow spout.
We all stood motionless and watched the miracle unfold before our eyes. The lamp lowered to the ground and the most awesome womanly being levitated above it.
Noticing the four lower jaws of the men surrounding me nearly touching the ground, I greeted our new guest, "Wh-wh-wh-what's your name?" I finally spit it out after a few moments of actually realizing that the spectacle was, in fact, real and not a desert mirage.
"Hello there, my name is Mandinella, and my soul purpose here is to grant my master three wishes. Thou shalt not exceed this maximum and shalt make the wishes respectfully, " she said.
A moment later she added, "and what is your name might I ask?"
"My name is Amanda, and my friends here are Bubba, Billabong, Trykelor and Fabioli," I told her.
Bubba chimed in, "So we get wishes?"
"Yes," she answered him humbly.
"Well then, I wish for..." and before anyone could stop him, he finished, "every kind of food in the whole wide world!"
And so it was done. For the next few hours, we stuffed our faces with every delicacy known to man. As we ate we discussed our next wish.
"I think we should wish for a big jumbo jet with five Tempurpedic beds inside, so we can sleep on the way home," Bubba offered his two cents.
"No, I think I am pretty much done with airplanes. Why don't we ask Mandinella for her help?" I said.
She agreed to help and we simply wished for a way home, leaving the mode of transportation completely in her hands.
Out of nowhere, a magic carpet flew down and swooped us right off the ground into the air!
The trip over the Atlantic Ocean brought us close to all different species of sea life, from whales to sharks and she even dropped us off at a secret secluded island for a mid-flight swim. We flew swiftly home, with the wind in our hair and smiles spread wide across our content faces.
We arrived back in our city, safe and sound, and thanked Mandinella numerous times for taking such amazing care of us and honoring our trust in her. But, before we said our final goodbyes, we needed to make our final wish.
Our group huddled together a few moments like a football team, arms laced over each other's shoulders and after a quick gathering we emerged with smiling faces.
Simultaneously, we said, "Mandinella, we wish for you to become human!"
And in that very instant, a huge purple cloud covered us all and the winds blew and the earth rumbled. Once the smoke and dust cleared, we found ourselves at the steps of a huge mansion, built with the same ornate beauty as the jeweled case and the genie lamp. Mandinella stood in the doorway and invited us all inside to stay forever - happily ever after - each with our own room and Tempurpedic beds.
THE END
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Friday, May 4, 2012
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Mandinella
"Amanda!" echoed the voice of my roommate, Nellie. She was doing laundry and didn't know the difference between whites and darks, therefore, I knew something was wrong. I hurried to her aid and upon arrival, I saw her holding a pink, once white, tank top in her hands.
"What happened," she wondered with an unexplainable, yet terrified expression on her face. Gazing at her, I could feel her emotional distress and was taken back in time to a situation where I'd felt the exact same.
"What happened?" I asked as I awoke with the feeling that I'd just been hit by a Mack truck!
"You were just in a plane crash," answered on of the strangers standing in a circle above me.
"We're the only ones left," said another.
I opened my eyes wider and all I could see was sunlight blinding me from every possible direction. The temperature was almost unbearable and as I sat up, I could taste tiny grains of sand in my mouth. At that moment, I realized I'd been stranded in a desert with four complete strangers.
The other survivors were the strangest acquaintances of my life. First was Bubba Keith, the roundest guy I'd ever seen. He must have housed at least one hundred meals a day, which was good at that point, for his massive belly shaded the sun from my eyes.
Looking to the right of Bubba, my eyes encountered Fabioli, the God of Love. Not literally, but his perfect bone structure radiated through the glory of his silky, blonde locks and plush red lips. My heart felt like it was about to burst out of my chest and sweat dripped from my temples.
"You need some help getting up?" he asked.
"Yes!" I blurted out like a yelping dog having puppies. As my height reached his, I nearly drowned in the crystal clear blue oceans that were his gentle eyes, and melted into his subconscious vibe. I was weak.
"Thanks," I said nervously.
He spoke, "It's alright. Don't be nervous. Most chicks dig me and my totally studly appearance."
Right then a cold chill shot up my spine and Fabioli quickly turned to Fabdouchi, the biggest ego in the desert, and I looked away in sheer disgust. What a disappointment! If only he hadn't kept his mouth shut!
As soon as my eyes finished rolling, Mercury lined up with Venus and I fell in love once more. This time was different though. It wasn't Fabioli, but rather a down-to-earth, cool dude with long, curly locks of hair flowing wildly around his face. The sun cast shadows on his face, bringing out a dark, mysteriousness. Mystery was the word for this one.
Noticing my admiration, he introduced himself, "I'm Trykelor, but don't be alarmed by my name. My parents were super hero freaks!"
I returned his welcome, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. T."
We both laughed and after our eyes locked curiously in a gaze, we grinned solemnly at each other.
Last, but certainly not least, I met Billabong, a flower and herb specialist. His remarkable knowledge of herbs sounded very impressive, but what herbs grow in the desert? Billabong wasn't all "plant" brain though. He always had a time consumed thought or insight to add to the running conversation. He was a man of pure opinion, and I think that's what I admired about him so much.
As I started walking toward the scattered debris of the plane, numerous questions aroused in my head. I turned to the diverse group of men behind me and asked, "So, where are we?"
"I don't know, but the sun is really perfect for bronzing my super juicy bod. I always say, 'When the sun's out, the guns come out," replied Fabdouchi as he took his shirt off and began flexing his biceps.
Bubba unphased by the scene, began heading into what was left of the cockpit of the plane, "Do you think there are any peanuts left in these cabinets?"
I pleaded, "I don't know, Bubba, but let's get our heads together here! Where are we?"
Billabong stepped up and precisely calculated, "We're almost in the dead center of the Sahara Desert, probably along the border of Algeria, which puts us about 500 miles to the nearest city." He headed over to the airplane and began rummaging through the luggage shelf.
"What are you looking for?" I asked.
"A radio or cell phone. At this point, it's our only hope." Billabong bluntly stated, "If we can even get reception out here."
For two hours we searched every inch of that plane. Our backs were aching and no sign of help drained us of any hope we had left. We had to find something, anything! I wasn't meant to die like this! My life hadn't even really started yet. This trip was my first venture out of the country, a chance to see some of the rest of the world for once!
Just then , Trykelor screamed at the top of his lungs, "Guys, Come here and look what I found!"
To Be Continued (tomorrow)
"What happened," she wondered with an unexplainable, yet terrified expression on her face. Gazing at her, I could feel her emotional distress and was taken back in time to a situation where I'd felt the exact same.
"What happened?" I asked as I awoke with the feeling that I'd just been hit by a Mack truck!
"You were just in a plane crash," answered on of the strangers standing in a circle above me.
"We're the only ones left," said another.
I opened my eyes wider and all I could see was sunlight blinding me from every possible direction. The temperature was almost unbearable and as I sat up, I could taste tiny grains of sand in my mouth. At that moment, I realized I'd been stranded in a desert with four complete strangers.
The other survivors were the strangest acquaintances of my life. First was Bubba Keith, the roundest guy I'd ever seen. He must have housed at least one hundred meals a day, which was good at that point, for his massive belly shaded the sun from my eyes.
Looking to the right of Bubba, my eyes encountered Fabioli, the God of Love. Not literally, but his perfect bone structure radiated through the glory of his silky, blonde locks and plush red lips. My heart felt like it was about to burst out of my chest and sweat dripped from my temples.
"You need some help getting up?" he asked.
"Yes!" I blurted out like a yelping dog having puppies. As my height reached his, I nearly drowned in the crystal clear blue oceans that were his gentle eyes, and melted into his subconscious vibe. I was weak.
"Thanks," I said nervously.
He spoke, "It's alright. Don't be nervous. Most chicks dig me and my totally studly appearance."
Right then a cold chill shot up my spine and Fabioli quickly turned to Fabdouchi, the biggest ego in the desert, and I looked away in sheer disgust. What a disappointment! If only he hadn't kept his mouth shut!
As soon as my eyes finished rolling, Mercury lined up with Venus and I fell in love once more. This time was different though. It wasn't Fabioli, but rather a down-to-earth, cool dude with long, curly locks of hair flowing wildly around his face. The sun cast shadows on his face, bringing out a dark, mysteriousness. Mystery was the word for this one.
Noticing my admiration, he introduced himself, "I'm Trykelor, but don't be alarmed by my name. My parents were super hero freaks!"
I returned his welcome, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. T."
We both laughed and after our eyes locked curiously in a gaze, we grinned solemnly at each other.
Last, but certainly not least, I met Billabong, a flower and herb specialist. His remarkable knowledge of herbs sounded very impressive, but what herbs grow in the desert? Billabong wasn't all "plant" brain though. He always had a time consumed thought or insight to add to the running conversation. He was a man of pure opinion, and I think that's what I admired about him so much.
As I started walking toward the scattered debris of the plane, numerous questions aroused in my head. I turned to the diverse group of men behind me and asked, "So, where are we?"
"I don't know, but the sun is really perfect for bronzing my super juicy bod. I always say, 'When the sun's out, the guns come out," replied Fabdouchi as he took his shirt off and began flexing his biceps.
Bubba unphased by the scene, began heading into what was left of the cockpit of the plane, "Do you think there are any peanuts left in these cabinets?"
I pleaded, "I don't know, Bubba, but let's get our heads together here! Where are we?"
Billabong stepped up and precisely calculated, "We're almost in the dead center of the Sahara Desert, probably along the border of Algeria, which puts us about 500 miles to the nearest city." He headed over to the airplane and began rummaging through the luggage shelf.
"What are you looking for?" I asked.
"A radio or cell phone. At this point, it's our only hope." Billabong bluntly stated, "If we can even get reception out here."
For two hours we searched every inch of that plane. Our backs were aching and no sign of help drained us of any hope we had left. We had to find something, anything! I wasn't meant to die like this! My life hadn't even really started yet. This trip was my first venture out of the country, a chance to see some of the rest of the world for once!
Just then , Trykelor screamed at the top of his lungs, "Guys, Come here and look what I found!"
To Be Continued (tomorrow)
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