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The Mansion on Horrid Hill--A Male Prettacy 5/24
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I'm starting my male prettacy. If you have any questions about the rules for this, please let me know.
So, here we go!
So, here we go!
GENERATION ONE
GENERATION TWO
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Chapter 1
Harry Horrid was a happy little gnome living in a nice creaky house with his nice creaky father on the corner of Oak Grove and Clover Dr. in the middle of Gnome Creek.
Harry always knew he was a special gnome for he had green skin, red fuzzy hair, and the brains of a college professor (which got him in trouble from time to time.) Most days, he wouldn’t worry about his differences and just happily go about his day.
But as he grew older, the differences started increasing like the tip of his very long and large nose. It was bad enough to look in the mirror but his classmates didn’t help the situation.
“Oh, look, Freddy, it’s the Frog Prince,” snooty Lacey Collector laughed. “Why don’t ye kiss him so he’’ll turn back into a real gnome.”
“Och. Are ye mad, Lacey? I’d rather kiss the bottom of me dirty shoe.”
The peals of laughter ripped through poor Harry’s heart and he had to try very hard not to cry.
One night at home as he finished his homework, he asked, “Da, tell me about how ye came upon me again.”
“Aw, laddie, aren’t ye tired of that story by now?”
“I’ll never tire of it, Da. Please.”
“Alright. Let us sit on the couch and I’ll tell ye yet again for the hundredth time.”
The two sat on the comfy couch, making the springs squeak and his father rubbed his hands on his breeches, readying for the long story. “Twas a dark night. The wind was ahowling and the trees were aclattering like the song of old bones. I couldn’t sleep so I stepped down to the kitchen to make me some tea. And then I saw it, laddie. The brightest light beamed outside, making me eyes go blind. It was like the sun, it was. “
“The sun?” Harry asked. “I don’t remember that in the story, Da.”
Harry’s father, Farkas Gibsplitter, pulled his cap off and scratched his head. “Come to think of it, I’d forgotten all about that until now. So...where was I?”
“The bright light!” Harry sighed, waving his hands. He was convinced the bright light was from a fairy. Everyone knew they were the most enchanted creatures in all the land. He wondered if he was actually a fairy. He’d let that mean girl, Lacey Collector, chew on that a bit when he next saw her.
“Oh, yes!” His father waved for effect. “So, I tiptoed outside wanting to see what had happened and there ye were. The cutest little globstroppet I’d ever seen.”
“Globstroppet? But Da, a globstroppet is a vicious bug that lives in the moor. Surely I wasn’t like that.”
“Aiy, ye were! Ye were screaming and yelling and wouldn't quit until I gave ye some milk. Well, you know very well I don’t have bottles running around me place, so I had to borrow from old Missus Plumbobbet and ye know how nosey she is. Took me half the night to get out of her clutches for she was sure I wouldn’t be able to handle ye by meself and that I needed a wife. Seems she was thinking of herself for the noble deed. I told her Mr. Plumbobbet probably wouldn't warm up to the idea but she would not be dissuaded so I had to forcibly pull her hands from me arm and skedaddle out of there, with the bottle and you in tow, howling all the way.”
“And I quit crying when ye fed me?”
“Aiy that. Ye were like a little cherub afterwards. But one thing I didn’t tell you, laddie, was ye came with an envelope that was to be given to ye on yer young adult birthday. I suspect it from whomever plopped ye on me doorstep.”
“But why can’t I read it now?”
“Because I think it to be from some magical creature and I don’t want to show disrespect to their wishes. In time, though, you’ll get to read it but until then, it’s locked up. Why did ye want to hear the story again, son?”
Harry’s face warmed. He couldn’t tell his father about the teasing, so he made up a lie. “I just like that story is all.”
“Well, finish up ye homework, lad. It’s almost time for supper.”
So Harry went back to his studies but instead of doing the work, he drew fairies and sparkly dust and a huge sun beaming down on a cradle.
Armed with this new information, Harry practically ran to school with a happy heart. He couldn’t wait to tell that Lacey Collector who he really was and how she’d better be nice to him or his fairy Ma and Da would come and turn HER into a green toad with warts. The image of THAT put a very big smile on Harry’s face.
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When Harry arrived at school, he didn’t spy Lacey Collector lurking anywhere. It was just as well because he was looking forward to seeing another girl. A nice girl by the name of Shembulock Gnome. Her family founded Gnome Creek and she is a part of what is called a legacy. The Gnome family makes up about half of all gnomes in the land. Harry thought she was the most beautiful creature the Maker ever created.
So, Harry drew a picture of a flower just for her.
The bell rang and it was time for Harry to go to potions lab where he would indeed see Lacey along with his best friends, Flirch Collector and Carson Gnome (Shem’s brother). When he opened the door, he noticed everyone stopped talking. His ears burned. Most like they were talking about him. But he couldn’t understand why.
Lacey and Shem were staring at Carson. But Harry ignored them and started his alchemy.
“I’m telling ye, Lacey, I saw him,” Carson exclaimed, waving his arms. “A hulking giant with green skin, orange hair, and beady little eyes. I was so afraid, I hid in the broom closet. Later, me ma told me it was a troll! No troll has ever visited Gnome Creek. She said he was lost, trying to get back to Midnight Moor which is miles from here.”
Lacey laughed. “Sounds like Harry’s father. I bet Harry is a troll!”
Harry’s insides twisted. I am not, he wanted to shout. I’m a fairy. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
And then he heard Shem giggling. “I expect you’re right.”
Not able to take it any longer, Harry raced out of the room, down the stairs, and out the door. He didn’t care if he got in trouble. He was tired of people calling him names. Even his best friend didn’t defend him to Lacey. And Shem....just thinking about her laughing at him took five inches off his height.
Harry walked and walked and didn’t stop, just muttering to himself that he wasn’t an ugly mean old troll. He’d heard about trolls from his teacher, Miss Flamingo. They were the cruelest, most selfish creatures and everyone avoided their village for fear they’d snatch you up and serve you for dinner. That Lacey Collector was the worst person on earth. SHE was the troll, not Harry.
On and on Harry plodded until his feet ached and his heart hurt. No one would notice me gone, Harry thought. No one likes me. Even my friends don’t care about me.
Finally, when Harry couldn’t take another step, he sat down on a carved out log. Glancing around, Harry’s stomach jolted. He had no idea where he was or how he was ever going to get back home. The trees were taller. The sky was clearer. This was not Gnome Creek.
Harry was lost!
Jumping up, he started to leave when he spied a very pretty lady with sparkly wings coming toward him. Was she a fairy? he wondered. It didn’t matter. He needed to find his way back before sunset when the wicked creatures came out of hiding.
“Miss, do ye know of the way to Gnome Creek? I seem to have lost me way a bit.”
She bent down to peer into his face. “I’m so sorry. I’ve never been there. But if you wait, I might be able to help you find your way. Do you live there?”
“Aiy, Miss,” Harry said. “I went for a wee walk and never looked up until now. I’ve no idea how I stumbled onto this place. Where am I?”
The fairy raised her hands. “You’re in Granite Falls.”
“The home of the fairies?” Harry’s eyes grew as large as the moon.
She giggled. “Yes. My name is Red Rose. I’m a fairy. See my wings?”
Harry never noticed them until now. And while he was looking at her, he’d never seen such a beautiful creature in all his life. “You’re pretty,” he said, mesmerized. But then his face warmed. What a plum for saying such an embarrassing thing!
She smiled. “Thank you! Listen, you can stay here until I find someone who might be able to help you. This is my house.”
Harry looked down. He needed to get home. If he waited any longer, it would be dark soon.
“What’s wrong?” the fairy asked.
“It’s just that I think me da will worry.”
The fairy eyed him suspiciously. “Is that all? I can tell something else is bothering you.”
And then like an exploding plum pudding, Harry told her all that had happened to him from the names Lacey called him the day before to her accusing him of being a troll. “But I’m not a troll. Am I?”
The fairy comforted Harry, squeezing his arms in a friendly way and whispering, “What you are doesn’t matter. What you will become does. Harry Horrid, you will become the most liked person in all the land. Ladies will flock to you and men will become your best friend. You will be the richest person in the world in what counts the most.”
Harry looked up, gazing at the marvelous fairy. “H-How did you know my name?”
She giggled. “It’s written on your shirt pocket, silly.”
He gazed at his pocket and grinned. His da always put his name on his clothes since he’d invariably leave them at his friend’s house when he spent the night.
A warm feeling dripped through him like warm apple cider. Something had changed but he didn’t know what. Blinking, he looked at the fairy, words escaping him.
“Come,” she said, taking him by the hand. “I want to introduce you to someone.”
In her backyard, he saw a huge rabbit, smiling.
“This is Mr. Nibbles.”
Instantly, Harry gave him a hug. He already liked the fairy’s backyard. It was a wonderment for all children.
“Are you hungry?” she asked.
At that moment, Harry’s stomach which had felt full earlier was as empty as Lacey Collector’s head. “Famished!”
With a wave of her hand, dishes of food appeared on the table—chocolate cookies, roast chicken, French fries, and a few dishes Harry had never seen before.
“Whoa,” he exclaimed, promptly taking a plate full of cookies. He half expected her to scold him for his unhealthy choices but the fairy only grinned at him.
“So, you live with the gnomes at Gnome Creek,” the fairy said. “And your dad’s name is?”
Swallowing the most delicious cookie he’s ever tasted, he explained, “Farkus Gibsplitter. He’s a lawyer.” Harry crunched on yet another cookie, feeling quite full.
“And your mother?”
Harry’s face fell. “I don’t have one. Me real parents left me on my da’s doorstep when I was but a wee babe.”
“That explains it,” Red Rose whispered. She grinned at him. “Well, I’ve a few things to do but I’ll be working on getting you back home. In the meantime, use anything in the backyard you want and you can come inside. The house is yours. Hopefully, I’ll have you back home by morning!”
Before Harry had time to answer, the fairy vanished.
Shrugging, because Harry had no idea about fairy manners and how she didn’t say good bye to him properly, the boy decided not to worry and happily munched even more cookies.
As it grew dark, Harry’s mouth gaped. Glowing magical creatures flitted around the air. At first it scared Harry, but then he got used to them. They were like giant firefly orbs flitting this way and that. He spied a fishing pole and decided to make himself useful. He’d bring home some fish for his da to make up for getting himself lost.
He fished for several hours.
And then grew tired of that, so he got another bit of supper with meat and potatoes this time instead of cookies. If he had a ma, she’d sure get after him for eating dessert before supper.
A hoot spooked Harry as the magical orbs spun around him. He didn’t like being in the fairy backyard at night. Who knew what lurked around the dark trees!
Wiping his face, he decided to climb into the treehouse and inspect what was above him (hopefully, nothing sinister lived in this fairy grove.)
So, he scampered up the steps to a glowing room.
When he reached the bed, he felt as if it were pulling him along as a magnet pulls a nail. Before he realized what was happening, he snuggled under the covers and fell fast asleep.
In the morning, Harry woke up with a start. He was magically back in his bedroom with the tiny bed and the candles.
But Harry knew the fairy was real. It wasn’t a dream. Something wonderful happened to him, even though he had no idea what it was.
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After that wonderful night, Harry told his friends, Flirch and Carson about the fairy.
“Go on, Harry,” Carson said. “Ye expect me to believe in fairies? What should we call ye now? Mother Goose?”
Flirch laughed, too.
But this didn’t upset Harry at all. His luck was changing. He could feel it. And with the Ace of Spades that was in his hand, he knew the fairy had cast some sort of powerful lucky spell on him. “Ye don’t have to believe it for it to be true, me friend.” And he threw down his ace, taking all his friends’ cards and their money.
Several weeks passed and it was time for Harry to turn into a teen. Finally, he could go to high school. His father threw a big party for him at the Smuggler’s Cove.
All the kids in school showed up at his party. Harry couldn’t believe it! Even snotty Lacey Collector and her dirt bag of a friend, Freddy Plumbobbitt. He hoped they wouldn’t ruin his fun.
His dad entered the dance room and announced, “The hour for Harry’s changing is upon us. Free cake for all laddies and lasses.”
The kids squealed at this.
Baker Button lit the candles and it was time for Harry to blow them out.
First, Harry made a wish to himself. “I wish Shem would fall in love with me...” and then he added for good measure, “And I hope me nose won’t be too long.”
With that he blew with all his might.
Whipping around in a tornado of sparkles, Harry turned into a teen.
He got the romantic trait along with being a goofball and a good boy.
After all that hard work of growing, Harry skipped the cake and ate eggs and toast. He needed protein! Luckily, his wish came true. His nose wasn’t quite as long as he feared.
Since all of his friends were little kids, they decided to play on the playground outside, leaving Harry to feel a bit left out. So he played a quick game of chess with Professor Steamdrop—the master of astrology in his new school.
Unfortunately, the professor was a big cheat.
Harry hoped his friends would age up soon.
Before Harry knew it, he’d attended high school for months happily enjoying all his classes. Harry’s favorite class was cooking.
Working on his first cake, Lacey Collector sauntered up to him.
“Harry, are ye going to Flirch’s Spooky party tonight?” she asked.
Harry had no idea why on earth she was dirtying her presence by talking to him, but he decided to play along. “Aiy, what’s it to ye, Lacey? Do ye got yer broom all dusted up for the occasion?”
“That’s funny coming from you,” Lacey said, glaring. “Especially since ye won’t be needing a costume. Trolls fit the theme perfectly.”
“Oh, yer so funny. Hey, Lacey,” Harry said, “what’s that thing over there, coming for ye?” Then he raised his arms and shouted, “BLURGH!”
“Ahh,” Lacey screamed.
Pamsy Gnome walked past. “What’s wrong with ye, Lacey?” she asked. “Did ye finally scare yourself?”
“Ha ha, Pamsy,” Lacey said, sneering. She curled her fingers at Harry and snarled in a low venomous voice, “I’m going to get ye for that, troll."
Harry bent over in laughter. “Oh...hee...hee...oh, I’m so scared, Lacey. Are ye going to turn me to stone with one look? Hee...”
“Just ye wait!” she yelled, turning on her heel and storming away.
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Lol! I wanted to take a close up of the bakers face but then I thought it'd be more fun to see,if people caught it. Good job! And thanks. It's so much fun setting up.
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