Posting on behalf of my friend Tangent, whose account still awaits approval:
Hi all, Cyan invited me to your forum. Looks fun! Thanks for having me. My story is a "sequel" so-to-speak of The BFG. Here's a synopsis:
Dahl's elemental fix on kids' consciousness gets this off to a surefire shivery start, with orphan Sophie, awake at the witching hour, snatched from her bed by a giant hand and carried off to a land of giants clear off the last page of the atlas. But Sophie's kidnapper is really friendly (hence BFG for Big Friendly Giant) and does not eat humans as she had feared, but occupies himself gathering and dispensing dreams. He also expresses himself in a mixed-up, cutesy manner that is simply tiresome. Nearby, however, are nine still-bigger giants who do eat humans (""I is a nice and jumbly giant"" but ""human beans is like strawbunkles and cream to those giants,"" says the BFG)--and it's to protect the world from them that Sophie and the BFG hatch a scheme: He will mix a dream from his collection and send it to the Queen of England to apprise her of the threat; then, when she awakens, Sophie will be on her windowsill, and the BFG waiting in the garden, to convince her that the dream is true. And so it is that we find Sophie and the BFG breakfasting with Her Majesty . . . and the BFG violating all decorum, even to letting fly a glumptious whizzpopper (kids would call it a fart). Nevertheless the Queen is impressed and sends off her military men, who, under the BFG's direction, rope the sleeping giants and haul them back by helicopter to be imprisoned in a giant pit. This is all told in Dahl's higgledy-piggledy home-made manner, which is rarely disarming here despite the pandering. And it's hard to find the bumble-tongued BFG endearing.
Here's my story (1787 words):
NEXT! yelled Ms. Wormwood, the woman with a hairnet matting her wooly hair. Sophie seized her tray of lumpy grits and boiled cauliflower, and scuttled over to the dining tables.
Next, I said! Ms. Wormwood bellowed. Cole regrettably extended out his tray. He squinted and stretched away his neck, awaiting a plop of so-called edible food on his tray.
Bloody blind boy! I gave you your food that you dont even deserve! Out of my sight! Ms. Wormwood snapped. Cole popped open his eyes and hurried along to catch up with Sophie.
Scanning the faces for a small face covered with thick glasses and a bashful smile, he sat next to Sophie.
Ms. Wormwood seemed extra fiery today, didnt she? asked Sophie under her breath.
I cant tell anymore. Its all the same to me, responded Cole flatly, cheek in hand. With a spoon in his other hand, he investigated as to whether the off-white gunk was edible.
Cole, its okay. It wasnt personal. Its just the way Ms. Wormwood is.
Before Cole could respond, they were interrupted by Ms. Wormwood, with a voice more booming than ever before, as she served another victim. You no good numbskull! Get along! they heard. A moment later, Samson popped out of the kitchen. He had a skip to his step as he held his pumpkin head with bucked teeth and topped with messy, sandy up high on top of his lanky body. Samson searched the tables for a place to sit in the drafty dining hall. He looked over to Cole and Sophie. Cole diverted his eyes to his bowl.
Mind if I sit next to you guys? he asked with a smile so big it seemed to enlarge his two front teeth.
Cole said nothing and concentrated his eyes on his bowl.
Of course, Samson! responded Sophie cheerfully, but still quietly. Sophie and Samson chatted along in whispers for the rest of the meal as Cole hunched over his grits and cauliflower. He clenched his teeth. After hearing Samson say, Wow Sophie, thats great you were picked for the Dishes chore tonight after homework block; that sure beats the Toilets chore! At that, Cole simply tried to tune Samson out.
Lunch finally ended, and Cole made it through the rest of his classes, his homework, chores, and then walked over to the common area to find Sophie curled up on the couch in her night gown with a book in her hands, and the reflection of the fireplace upon her glasses.
Sophie softly looked up at Cole from her book. His eyes seemed gloss over with sleepiness, and his thick black hair looked a bit disheveled.
Oh, hi Cole, she said. Are you OK?
Gutters.
Gutters
.. I had that chore last week. Got bruises from the roof shingles, she empathized.
Shrugging, Cole began, Eh, Gutters arent as bad as Samson, Then Sophie heard all the reasons why Samson was such a fool with blind happiness in such a miserable orphan. Sophia listened to Cole vent even though he returned the next night, and the night after, with more reasons why Samson was majorly lame.
As Cole began purging on the fourth night, with Settlers of Catan with the hope of having time to play later, Sophie interrupted, Cole, Im sorry. I have to run off. I promised to go on a stroll with BFG. I have to get back to my room, she continued, now leaning in, and whispered, So that I can sneak out after bedtime.
Sophie! Youd do that?! questioned Cole, with slight surprised delight.
Well, for BFG, yes, admitted Sophie.
Thats great. Say, can I come? That sounds fun! asked Cole.
Sophie hesitated. First of all, she was growing tired of Coles complaints about Samson. And second, she missed BFG since he always attended meetings with the Queen, Obama, Bill Gates, Andy Samberg, and other important people.
Well, that would be fun. But I havent seen him in quite a while, she responded awkwardly, and then she suggested, Can you come at some future time?
She wanted to spend some alone-time with BFG. And besides, she had promised BFG she wouldnt leak his nighttime secret.
Oh well, sure. Thats cool, responded Cole with dismay. He scratched off a leaf from his messy, ebony hair. Well, tell him I said hello. Ill see you tomorrow morning, Sophie.
See you then, responded Sophie.
Sophie tip-toed to her closet-sized room. Within seconds, a gigantic pair of ripped pants, right at the knees, appeared at the window. Sophie smiled and ran to the window, peering up. The creature wearing the pants, kneeled down, and his twinkling bright turquoise right eye eclipsed the window frame. Im ready! Sophie whispered.
Okay! Hoppy into my handy, and I lift you up to a comfy dumfy spot on my floppy hoppy ear, responded the BFG in a voice like the abominable snow monster from Looney Tunes. Sophie willingly nestled into the nooks and crannies of the giants ear like butter on an English muffin. They were off.
But not alone.
Cole followed. In a jacket over his pajamas, he rushed out into the still night and saw BFG whisk Sophie away to his ear. He walked briskly down the street lined with gray, cold dorms that housed hundreds of orphans. All the while, he held a briefcase in one hand and something that looked like a trumpet or a horn in the other. It was very hard for Cole to keep up with a giants gait, but he managed to do it, and all in the shadows, for he was concerned that perhaps BFG was not so nice after all. Perhaps there were bad things in the briefcase that could hurt Sophie, his best friend!
Cole ran on. Crouched behind the thick bushes across the street, Cole watched BFG kneel down and open the briefcase. Sophie pointed to something in the case with excited anticipation. BFG followed her point and pulled out a large bottle topped with cork. He popped off the cork with magical silence and poured some beautifully rose-colored vapor into the horn and gently blew the vapor into an orphans room!
Cole stared wide-eyed with his jaw dropped. Was both BFG and Sophie murdering kids in their sleep with some weird poisonous gas?! Cole wanted to throw up at the thought of his best friend being a partner in crime against orphans. But Cole didnt dare move. He needed more evidence. And honestly, he didnt want to believe that Sophie was that terrible.
Over the next few hours, he carefully followed their path, which fortunately was all in the same vicinity now. When Sophies yawns frequented every few seconds, BFG walked her back to her own bedroom window and dropped her off. Cole made sure to keep close now, and was still very clever at keeping hidden.
Thanks BFG. That was fun! Im so glad that all my friends will have wonderful dreams tonight! Can you get more? asked Sophie in a dreamy, weak voice.
Dreams?! thought Cole.
Oh of course. I find them everywhere. I bring more! he responded.
Youre the best! she said. She lifted herself on her tippy-toes, eager to hug him, but knowing itd be impossible to embrace someone as big as BFG. But for tomorrow night, lets just go on a fun adventurous run, and can I bring my friend, Cole? she asked.
Oh of course! said BFG. But Sophie bembers our promise: you cannot let those other kiddy buddy wuddies, or those mean adults even, know about these bottled dreams. Its our secret!
As Cole listened, and as BFG and Sophie lengthen their goodbyes, Cole grew ecstatic with power-hunger. He bolted towards the suitcase and silently snatched a bottle right under (well, well under, considering how tall BFG was) BFGs eye. Cole dashed back into his bedroom, closed the door and stared at the bottle as he caught his breath. He hid the bottle in his dressers and sat on his cot until the late hours of the night. Finally, an attack on that stupid excuse of an orphan, Samson. It could finally happen. Samson would get the worst nightmare ever! Crafted by a giant!
Minutes seemed like seconds, as Cole plotted his plan. But Cole was also scared. Will this revenge work? Cole hoped itd make Samson miserable because theres no other way to feel if you live in that stupid orphanage. Would Cole get caught? If he did, would Sophie still remain his friend? What if Sophie found out and told the BFG, and that giant punished Cole by always giving him nightmares for the rest of his life?
Cole peered deep into the ebony vapor.
Its OK if I do this, right? I mean, Samson deserves this anyway. It doesnt make sense to be that stupidly happy. Im doing him a favor by bringing him into the misery of things, Cole thought. He affirmed his direction of thought. Im doing him a favor by toughening him up. Something terrible will happen sooner or later anyway so he might as well be prepped for it with a nightmare now.
Cole thoughts mixed together as the night became stiller. Finally, Cole drifted into sleep.
Night after night, he tossed and turned with a fitful of sleep and, in fact, horrible nightmares of what to do with the stolen bottle. Cole knows the nightmares must be his own and not BFGs because Cole was careful to lock his window now. The nightmares haunt him more and more, and make Cole more revengeful. Cooped up in his bedroom, he misses out on some evening trips with the other kids. Finally, the night came. Cole thought about it enough and as he reached into his dresser drawer to uncork the bottle one silent night, he heard a knock on the door.
Cole quickly slammed the dresser door and sprinted to the door expecting an angry prefect monitoring hallway noise. Instead, it was Samson with his white bucked teeth glowing in the dark hallway.
Hi Cole, sorry to bug you. Weve all missed you these last few nights, said Samson with saddened concern. Cole had never Samson show any hint of sadness. Samson had other emotions other than sheer glee?
Im really hoping I can hang out with you again soon. Timidly, he pulled out a small back from his pajama shirt pocket.
I brought you some sour patch kids. Wanna share some right now? he said shyly, but excitedly. We can eat them in my room. Nobody will ever catch us. And even if they do, can things really get worse than how they are in this miserable orphan? Cole asked rhetorically, with a giggle.