So. I misled you, dear reader. I still haven't posted anything. Please excuse my lack of creative writing. =(

Update!

Good evening to you all! I have decided that the fans deserve a blog update. So, here's what's new!

First off, one of our writers, eb_fourside, will be taking a break from our rule about writing something at least once a week. Don't worry! Our dear writer will try to write when she can, it just won't be as often for awhile.

The next update is that Miztermuzik is well past due for a story of some sort, but he also has taken leave due to a family vacation! Fret not though, because I'm sure once he gets back and is settled, you can expect something new from him.

Lastly, I, LunaPuma, am due for a short story of some sort. I'm hoping that my fellow bloggers and fans will forgive me for being a day late, but rest assured that I WILL be posting something tomorrow!

Remember that we at OSS are always looking for new writers! Poets, authors, song writers, or speech makers, we welcome all! Goodnight and fare thee well!

The Complainer

Once upon a time, there was a young girl. She wasn't ugly, she wasn't unattractive, she was just flawed in appearances in very minor ways. Though only minor, the girl complained about her looks every single minute of every single day.

"I hate my hair!", she would say as she raked a comb through her curly blond locks.

"I hate my eye color!", she would say as she looked at the two green emeralds in the mirror.

"I hate my hands!", she would say as she played piano smoothly.

"I hate my freckles!", she would say as she scrunched up her cutely freckled nose.

And she would continue on in this manner continuously. It became so bad, that her friends had all left her, the suitors stopped coming, and even her cat had started to avoid her.

"Oh, how I wish I were different! I wish I could change my looks!", the girl cried one day to no one in particular. No sooner had she said those words when a small pop! was heard next to her ear.

"I can help with that, my dear.", said a small voice into her ear.

"Hello? Who's there?", the girl asked.

"I am Seraphina, and I'm here to grant your wishes."

The girl sighed mournfully. "I'm afraid that it would take more than just 3 wishes to change what I want changed."

There was a sound like little bells, as though the voice was laughing. "Why, who said anything about just 3 wishes? You're thinking of genies, my dear. This is real. Wish until you feel as though you shouldn't wish anymore."

The girl, eager to change her appearance, wasted no time.

"Iwishthatmyhairweredifferentandthatmyhandsweredifferentandthatmyeyesweredifferentandthatmyfrecklesweren'tthereandthatmybuildwasdifferentandthatmyvoicewasabitlouderandthatmyfeetweresmaller!" the girl said in one very quick breath.

"And so it shall be done.", the voice said somewhat mischievously. "Look in the mirror, my dear girl."

The girl turned and looked into the mirror, then screamed bloody murder.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"

The person in the mirror was no longer only somewhat flawed. They were VERY flawed. The girl's hair, once a beautiful golden color and curled, was now nothing more than an orangey wisp upon her head. Her eyes that used to be the envy of all who seen them were now some shade of brown that could only be described as mud. And there was more!

Her feet were now the size of baby feet, her build was lumpy in some places and her arms went almost to her knees. Her hands were missing fingers, her freckles had clustered together to make one huge mole that covered her entire nose, and her voice. Oh her voice! It was now a boom whenever she spoke, instead of it's once-upon-a-time polite whisper.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?!", the girl asked once more.

The bells could be heard again. "I've done nothing more than grant your wishes, child. Enjoy them, for you truly deserved them!" and with another soft pop!, Seraphina was gone.

The moral of this story is, "If it ain't broke, don't fix it!"