A Twirl of Thrill

Tuesday, 06 July 2010 12:20 Written by  Priya A. Shah

Beyond the Rocky Mountains and over the green hills, below the deep sea and greater than the blue sky, there was a land, so far away that no one, not a single soul knew about it. It was called The Waterfall Kingdom. There, rays of water streamed and sled on the walls of the towns and the beam of the sun shined through the waterfalls often creating a rainbow.

Animals engaged in recreation down in the forests and woods, while some lived in homes with people. Ghost and goblins were locked in the dungeons, protected by guards. Only a few escaped during the night’s hours, but always returned. Mice lived with men, and angels danced with one another. Magic was the secret of The Waterfall Kingdom, where anything was possible and dreams never end.


There was a girl—beautiful and elegant, sweet and friendly, petite and slim but healthy and active. She lived down in the north side in a brown wooden house with her Nanna. Her name was Lulu. She had a special gift—a voice. She sung with love and grace. And when she sang, her heart was calm, and everything was okay.

Lulu walked out her house one morning dressed in a white cotton nightgown, enjoying the warmth of the sun. She sang a lullaby as she headed to the Town’s Apple Tree, near where the reindeers lived.


“Hush little baby, don’t you cry…” Lulu sang with a smile on her perfect, sweet face. Her black, long hair was neatly tied into a high ponytail, which swung back and forth.

She walked until she reached the middle of town, right side of the forest, standing in a puddle of soil. She reached her destination. It was 87 feet tall, 55 acres wide and stood with all its glory it was possibly the largest, most radiant apple tree in the whole wide world. The tree grew the juiciest, shiniest apples there ever were.

One by one, Lulu plucked an apple, collecting a total of ten. She promised Nanna that she would bring exactly ten apples for the dinner party tonight.  Lulu placed the apples in the basket she held in her hands, and glazed at the gigantic apple tree. The tree remained to be a great attraction. Couples kissed underneath the heavy branches, kids played freeze tag among the woods, and friends took pictures. It was a great day.


Way across the south side of the kingdom, along the construction pavements and rocky roads, there was a rabbit, who was also a rap star. His name was Blankster.

Working in his box-shaped recording studio, Blankster snacked on a carrot. He had large grey eyes and two large front teeth. Blankster was a handsome rabbit with his long, sexy rabbit ears. All the ladies thought so.


While sitting on the couch, he jotted down notes, and thought of what his next best single was gonna be. Blankster needed inspiration.  He smacked on his perfect orange carrot, which was his favorite vegetable. He had it delivered in the morning. Blankster has one carrot per day, no more, and no less, after all, he is on a strict diet—orders from his personal trainer.


“Yo, yo, yo,” Blankster mumbled as he jotted down a few hip-hop song ideas. “My name is Blankster,” he scrabbled down on his notepad, “that’s what they call me. I’m the number one gangster. Bugs Bunny ain’t got nothing on me.”


He paused for a second and stared out into the thin air.


“Shit, shit, shit,” Blankster sighed and crumbled the sheet of paper, and threw it in the trash.  “This sucks!” he frowned.


“How are those lyrics coming along?” In came Blankster’s manager, Rekha.

“Uh, great!” Blankster said lying through his bulk rabbit teeth, tucking his notebook behind him.

“Ok, remember I need them by 5 p.m. today.” Rekha walked out.

“Shit,” Blankster mumbled and started writing again.

Meanwhile, Lulu, perfect precious Lulu, filled her basket with ten, perfect, shiny, juicy, yummy red apples and walked along the forest, enjoying the beautiful day and all it had to offer. And out of that basket Lulu picked up one apple and bit into it.

“Delicious.” Lulu’s face beamed with happiness as she enjoyed the taste. After she finished it, she looked down into her basket suddenly realizing that she now only had a total of nine apples in her basket.


“Oh dear, what have I done?”


Lulu promised Nanna, that she would get ten apples. What was Lulu to do? She was already so far from the apple tree and she didn’t want to walk all the way back. She was so tired.


“Maybe I’ll sit for awhile,” Lulu said. “And then, I’ll walk back.”


Lulu found a nearby bench, set her basket of apples down, and took a seat next to it. While resting, Lulu watched the dolphins swim and jump in the air by the waterfall water fountains, which was of course, the center of the town, and another great attraction.

Walking by, very, very slowly came Barbie wearing her latest fashionable, brand new underwear. She was a natural blonde, her hair went down midway down her back, and her skin was perfect, tan and no zits in sight. Her faced consumed of heavy mascara, lip liner and her eyebrows were perfectly arched. And of course she was thin, no bigger than a size 2. And although she was already tall, she felt the need to wear high heels.


Barbie smiled at Lulu, and then looked down at her basket of apples and said “I’m sooooo hungry.”


Lulu felt sad for Barbie, you know made out of plastic and everything.


“Would you like an apple?” Lulu asked.


“Will you cut it up into small pieces and feed it to me,” Barbie said. “I don’t have any joints.”


“Very well,” Lulu said, and stood up despite her tiresome. “Where can I find a knife?”


Lulu looked around her surroundings but could not think of a nearby place where knives were available.


“I’m soooo hungry,” Barbie said again, but in a weaker tone this time.


“Do you have energy to walk with me to look for a knife?”  Lulu asked Barbie.


The muscles around Barbie’s eyes looked weak, and her face grew said as she managed to say “no.”


“Very well,” Lulu said. “You stay here and I will be back.”


Lulu left the basket of apples on the bench, and instructed Barbie to keep an eye on it.


She walked along the streets going into several shops asking if anyone had a knife she could borrow.  She walked past the hills, and between the roads, through the woods, and down the mystical stairs. But no luck.


“Sorry ma’am. We only serve fries,” said the worker at McDonalds.


Lulu was about to give up, when she saw a place she never saw before. It looked like a small house, and in the front read Bunny’s Records.


She walked up to the front door, only to see that it was slightly open. Lulu gradually stepped in, watching her step.


“Hello? Is anyone here?” Lulu called out but no one answered.  She heard a distant voice chatter away, coming in from one of the rooms. She made her way down the hall following the voice, and found a door wide open.


“Hello?”  Lulu walked in.


“Watch out! I’m the bad rab—rab—rabbit.”  Lulu stopped to see a funny looking bunny though a class window, screaming into a microphone, with headphones covering his ears. “Shawty got the bu—bunny fever. She wants Blankster to keep her com—com—company. Watch out! I’m the bad rab—rab—”


Blankster stopped at the sound of Lulu laughing hysterically. She had tears in her eyes. Blankster came out of the recoding glass studio, and folded his arms.


“Uh, can I help you?” he said, looked at Lulu and observed her closely.


“Do—“Lulu tried to calm down her laugher. “Do you have a knife?”


“A knife?”


“Yes, a knife.”


“Ah, excuse me a moment.” Blankster stepped out into the hall and opened his cell phone. “I’m gonna need security. Repeat: I’m gonna need security.” He came back into the room. Lulu had on a serious face.


“I’m not crazy!” She said.


“Of course not,” Blankster said. “You just want a knife.”


“For Barbie! She’s hungry!” Lulu said.


“Barbie? Man, I haven’t seen her since that night at the beach party. Now, that was a good night.”


Lulu sighed. “I need a knife, so I can cut an apple for her to eat. Do you have one?”


“Crazy bitch, do I look like I got a knife.”  Blankster rolled his rabbit eyes. “Now, can you please get out. I’m working here.”


“Working?” Lulu said. “This is what you call working? ‘I’m the bad rab—rab—rabbit.’” And once again, Lulu started laughing.


“Do you know who I am?”  Blankster said, clearly offended.


“Well, I’m assuming you’re a bad rabbit.”  Lulu continued to laugh.


“GET OUT!” Blankster yelled.


“What’s the problem?” Rekha walked in. “They said you called for security.”


“You’re not security,” Blankster said.


“Yeah, I know. They’re busy, and I need your lyrics anyway.” Rekha turned to see Lulu. “Is that… Oh My God, Lulu, I can’t believe my eyes. How are you darling? Oh you’re just as lovely as always.”


“I’m fine, thank you!” Lulu smiled.


Blankster looked bewildered. “You know this girl?”  He asked Rekha.


“Oh Blankster,” Rekha smirked. “Don’t be so stupid. This is Lulu. She’s used to be a singer. A real singer. We used to work together.”


“Oh,” Blankster bowed his head in shame.


“So, tell, what is the famous Lulu up to now?” Rekha asked ignoring Blankster.


“Well besides being a crazy bitch,” Lulu looked at Blankster and back at Rekha. “I’m just helping my Nanna around the house. I run errands for her, which reminds me, I have to get home soon and bring her ten apples. But before that, I have to take care of Barbie. It’s a long story. But I’m kind of in a rush. Do you, by any change, have a knife?”


Rekha paused for a moment processing the question. “Yes! I’ll be right back.” Rekha left the room, and awkwardness filled the room. Blankster dared not make eye contact with Lulu.


“Ah, here we go,” Rekha came back with a small sharp knife with a wooden handle. “How far do you have to go?”


“Barbie is waiting for me by the waterfall,” Lulu said.


“Oh dear, that’s quite a walk.” Rekha thought for a moment. “Blankster will drive you!”  She said as if a light bulb went off in her head. Blankster's eyes widened with anger.


“Won’t you Blankster?”


“Yes,” Blankster said, sighing.


“That’s very kind of you,” Lulu said.


Rekha left the room, and Lulu followed Blankster out his car. Either one of them said a word until they got in the car.


“So, you’re a rapper huh?” Lulu asked kindly, still finding it hard to believe that a rabbit was a rapper.


“Yup,” Blankster said looking out into the road. “And you’re a…singer?”


“I used to be, more when I was younger, in my teens.”


Lulu’s heart begun to beat a little fast when Blankster took fast turns, and skipped a few stop signs, almost hitting an old man crossing the street. They passed the townhouses, and a few wooded areas, and the daycare center.


There was tension.


“Sorry, I called you a crazy bitch,” he finally said. “You’re actually pretty cute.“


Lulu grinned at his remark. “Well, Blankster, sir, you’re not so bad yourself.”


They finally arrived by the water fountain, were the dolphins continued to play underneath the sun, which was soon to set. Owls will come out, other birds will fly south, and crows will wonder the sky.


Blankster parked his car on the street behind the fountain, and they walked over to the bench were Barbie was supposed to be waiting by.

“Where is she?” Blankster asked.


“I don’t know. I told her to wait here,” Lulu said noticing that the basket of apples was gone too. Barbie was missing…



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Priya A. Shah

Priya A. Shah

Priya A. Shah lives in Chicago. She graduated from Columbia College Chicago in 2010, where she studied magazine journalism and fiction writing. She has been a staff writer for GMO since 2007. She’s written and interned for various media outlets such as India Tribune, Today's Chicago Woman, Tribune Media Services, GlossMagazineOnline and Echo (the student produced magazine for Columbia College Chicago). She’s contributed to A Fresh Squeeze (afreshsqueeze.com), an online publication for green living in Chicago, and her school newspaper, The Columbia Chronicle.

Priya can be reached at Priya@glossmagazineonline.com or Priyaashvin@gmail.com