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The Future of The Simpsons- Chapter 8Chapter 8- Bart’s Birthday
“Happy birthday, sweetie pie!” I said. “You’ve grown up so fast!” *sniff* “You’re basically and adult now!” Ding dong! “Bart, you’re friends are here. Better go answer the door.”
“I’ll get it!” said Lisa who was shuffling down the stairs. “Hi! You must be Bart’s... who are you?” She recognized her from somewhere.
“I’m Bart’s sweetheart!” a girl answered. “Hmm, is that you Lisa? The freaky brainiac as Bart calls you? I haven’t seen you in a while...”
“Hey! He talks about me like that? Oh, he’s gonna get it this time.” Lisa walked over to Bart and punched him right in the stomach.
“Ohhh, ouch! Hey, you can’t... punch the Birthday Bart...!” he yelled.
“Well why were you talking to your SWEETHEART over there about me b
The Future of The Simpsons- Chapter 7Chapter 7- Watch me Disappear, Mom!
I was watching Maggie do her magic tricks one day. “Watch me disappear mom!” she said as she jumped behind a wall.
“Bravo, sweetie!” I said happily, clapping too. A couple hours later, I called everyone to the table for dinner. “Homer! Bart! Lisa! Maggie! Lyle! Carol!” Everybody came rushing to the table except Maggie. “Margaret Simpson, to the table now!” I yelled. There was silence. “Maggie?” There was suddenly a knock on the door. When I opened it, Maggie was standing there.
“I-it’s Sideshow Bob....” she gasped for air. As soon as Bart heard those words he ran upstairs screaming.
“Don’t worry my special little guy! Nothing’s going to happen to you!” I told him. I ran upstairs, hugged him and dragged him downstairs to see that Maggie was tied up.
“Where’s my pancakes!?” H
The Future of The Simpsons- Chapter 6Chapter 6- Not Another One!
I thought 4 kids was enough, but Homer and I had another child! But this one was definitely worth it. We named her Caroline, but we call her Carol for short. She is so adorable, but where’d she get the red hair? Well, she did dye her braid blue like mine when she got older. She likes swords though. Lisa and Carol are different than Maggie, Bart and Lyle. They do all the chores and make Bart, Maggie, and Lyle do their homework. When I come back from taking Homer to Dr. Hibbert because of his cholesterol levels (He recommended to eat Krusty Nut Cheerios), the house is sparkling clean and all the dishes are done! I’m so proud of being their mother!
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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