Jamaasian Stories

Hey, welcome to the tab where I post short Jamaasian stories written by me!

You may not have heard about other Jamaasian stories before. Maybe you've read a Jamaasian story before. Maybe you've even written a Jamaasian story! Whatever the case, Jamaasian stories usually include AJ bloggers, creativity, and lots of humor!

I will add more and more as time goes on but for now, take some and time and enjoy the ones already here!

Jamaasian Kindergarten

"Hey guys! It's me, Aparri here!" Aparri announced, angling his video camera so it showed his face and the background behind him. "Today, I'm going to show you around my kindergarten class."

Aparri glanced around the room, thinking of where he should videotape. Loud screams and talking could be heard all around the room.

"Let's go to the Play-Doh table!" Aparri said, shaking the camera everywhere as he walked. A couple of kids sat at the table, some pounding their Play-Doh so hard that the teacher feared the table would break.

"Hey! Wisteria!" Aparri yelled. He marched over to Wisteria who was slightly sticking her tongue out of the corner of her mouth. She carefully moved pieces of Play-Doh around.

"Whatcha making?" Aparri asked, leaning over the table to stare intently at the pieces of Doh. He zoomed in on the table and then really close to Wisteria's face.

"I'm making a-making a-making-a," Wisteria repeated as she concentrated.

"Your making..." Aparri said slowly.

"A flying wolf that is going over the MOON!" she said proudly.

Aparri stared blankly. "Isn't it supposed to be a cow that jumps over the moon?"

"Nuh uh," Wisteria said slowly.

Aparri glanced over to the other side of the table. Artymis was expertly making a wonderful Play-Doh masterpiece of a waterfall.

"Wowwww! Artymis is WAY better at art than you, Wisteria!" Aparri said loudly.

"HEY!" Wisteria shoved Aparri and stuck out her tongue. "Go away!"

Aparri shrugged and wandered over to the other side of the room. It was the painting area called Paint Corner.

Lost and Swirl stood by a double sided easel. They both painted on opposite sides. They both had huge splotches of paint in their hair and on their clothes.

"Whatcha painting?" Aparri asked, zooming in on Lost's side of the easel.

"Can't you see?" Lost giggled. Swirl giggled on the other side of the easel.

"Ummm, it looks like a..." Aparri trailed off. Lost was painting was a green splotch with purple and black smaller splotches. Lost proudly swiped a huge paint stroke upward in blue paint.

"It's Swirl's wizard wolf toy!" Lost announced.

Aparri ducked over to Swirl's side of the easel. Her painting was a brown blob. Swirl quickly added a grey mark on the top of the blob.

"That's Lost's deer toy!" Swirl declared.

"That's, umm, great. I suppose," Aparri said unsurely.

With that being said, Aparri wandered across the room.

"Now I'm going to go the reading room! Maybe Mrs. Liza will be there," Aparri said to his camera before he walked into a boy. Coins from the boy's hands fell to the floor.

"OOF!" Skorm said. He quickly bent down and picked up his money.

"Watch where your going!" Aparri shouted. "And why do you have money?"

"None of your business," Skorm said snootily. Just as he was about to turn around, he stopped. "Actually, I do want to tell you so your jealous of me."

Aparri stared at him, like he didn't care but he actually did. Skorm smirked.

"I just sold a Play-Doh wolf that I made in FIVE seconds for FIVE cents! Pretty good, right?" Skorm said arrogantly, his voice raising louder and louder. "Not only does he know, he can't even keep it because it belongs to this classroom! So, he gave me his money for NOTHING! WAHAHAHA!" Skorm laughed as evilly as he could.

Aparri blinked at him and turned back to the hallway where the reading room was.

As he opened the door, he groaned when he realized who was reading.

There, sitting on a little stool in the middle of the room, was Julian. A little herd of kids sat and listened while some others snored and drooled.

Julian looked up from his science book. "Are you going to stay and listen or just be in the way?"

"Uhh, I'll listen," Aparri said, scooting into a chair.

Julian nodded and cleared his throat before continuing. "Therefore, however, for this reason, accordingly, consequently, on account of, hence..."

Aparri yawned and rubbed his eyes. He pushed his chair, causing it make a loud screech. The herd of kids close to Julian all turned at the same time and raised their little fingers to their lips and in unison said, "Shhhhh!"

Aparri dashed out of the room and slammed the door as loud as he could, laughing to himself. He then wandered over to another corner where three girls sat on the ground and colored with crayons.
Gracie, Ja, and Sarah all looked up and stared at Aparri expectantly.

"Hi guys! I'm videotaping!" Aparri said.

"HI CAMERA!" Sarah shouted, raising her arms above her head and waving them around for no reason.

"HELLO WORLD!" Ja yelled, bouncing as she sat on the ground.

"UMM, HOLA!" Gracie screamed and did a weird face at the camera.

"What are you drawing?" Aparri asked.

"I'm drawing a horse RIDING a husky!!" Ja said as she drew a squiggly line on her paper.

"A horse riding a husky?" Aparri scratched his head, messing up his spiky hair.

Ja nodded proudly.

"Well, I'm drawing a seal!" Gracie said. Aparri zoomed in on her paper and saw a blue thing with a tan hat.

"And I'm drawing a fox!" Sarah said. "But get THIS! It's a fox in-in-in ICE ARMOR!

"Ooooooo," Ja and Gracie said, not looking up from their papers.

"HEY, WE'RE HERE!" Karalee, Frozen, Gfox, and Custard said as they plopped down making a huge circle.

Aparri scrambled away from all the girls and wandered back to the middle of the room. Just as he was about to end his video, Bepper flew at him and grabbed the camera.

"Hey! Give that back!" Aparri whined.

"Hey guys! BEPPER IS GOING TO TAKE OVER APARRI VIDEOS!" Bepper screamed at the camera.

Aparri reached over and yanked Bepper's hair.

"Ow!" Bepper dropped the camera and ran away, laughing.

"Yuck. Cooties," Aparri muttered as he examined his camera.

"Well, hope you enjoyed this video! Don't forget to leave to a comment, like, and subscribe and I'll see you guys in my next video!"

Suddenly, Bepper ran past and grabbed Aparri's top hat.

"Hey! GIVE THAT BACK!" Aparri yelled. He quickly turned to face his camera. "PEACE OUT!"

Jamaasian Hospital

This story starts off in front of a hospital in a bustling city. Cars honk and speed past, so used to the old hospital that they hardly even glance that way. Worried looking men and woman go in and out, some even crying. A loud siren blares as an ambulance zips past onto the street.

We move around a woman and child as they push the door open and walk out into the wind of the cloudy day. We quickly snatch the door before it closes and step inside.

The waiting room is packed and the woman at the desk is speaking softly to a man who is struggling not to cry. He is quite embarrassed as he wipes a stray tear.

We quickly and quietly move past the waiting room and push the door open into a long white hallway. Instantly, the unpleasant smell of hospitals take over any other smells. The chorus of beeping is like the monitors are singing their lonesome song.

We move hurriedly down the hall, hearing bits and pieces of families talking as they see their loved ones and crying either in joy or sadness.

Our shoes squeak on the clean beige floors. We finally open the large set of doors and hurry up the set of stairs. A nurse makes her way down and does not pay any attention to our presence.

We march up several sets of stairs before we take a deep breath and open the big grey doors.

As soon as we do, the loud cries of a baby is sounded. We smile as we see dozens of parents looking over the cradles and seeing their tiny infants. There are too many cradles to count.

We secretly move to the one closest to us. A baby girl sleeps soundly as the parents coo and talk about their child.

"Oh, I can see her future now!" the mom exclaims to her husband. "Swirlshine is going to be such a creative young woman. She's going to make a difference in this world, I know it."

Her husband nods. "She is born to be a kind and thoughtful girl. She's going to bless all she meets."
The parents hug and stare at their child with big grins on their faces. We move on to next cradle.

As we move closer, the baby girl shrieks loudly, tears running down her sweet, chubby face. The mom quickly stands up and tries to sooth her child.

"Hush, little Gfox. No need to get upset, there there," the mother says, calming the baby down. "Oh, honey, your going to be a beautiful young girl. You're going to spread smiles to everyone you meet."

The baby coos and the mother smiles. "Yes, little one. You're going to be so talented."

A loud yell from the next cradle over makes us hurry over. A mom and dad are standing in front of a baby boy who is frowning in his sleep.

"OH, YES!" the mother yells, clapping her hands in excitement. The father shushes his wife.

"Our son is going to continue our legend!" the mom continues, beaming at the sleeping baby.

"Ah, yes. He will continue what we have started. The excellent skill of thievery will come easy to Skorm," the father chuckles to himself. "He'll steal from all sorts of children."

They both cackle and we silently move away from their cradle and move over to the next one.
In this cradle, there are four babies, all squished into one bed. The parents are smiling big and proud.

"Sarah, Ja, Pob, and Tox will all be the best of friends," the father says.

"Yes," the mother says, staring at their quadruplets with a smile. "They all have such big, bright futures ahead!"

As the parents continue to coo and talk to their children, a loud, excited baby shriek comes from a nearby cradle. We hurry over and see parents dressed in fancy clothes plop mini sunglasses on their baby girl.

"Wisteria is going to be a movie star!" the dad says.

"Our little drama queen!" the mom pinches one of her daughter cheeks.

Someone clears their throat from the cradle over. We look up and see a mom holding a baby boy.

"I couldn't help but overhear," the mom starts, bouncing the boy up and down in a motherly way.

"But our children were born on the same day, can you believe it?"

"Wow! It's like their destiny to marry or something!" the mother says, perhaps taking things a bit far.

"Ah, yes, Aparri will most likely marry your little daughter, Wisteria," the other mom says casually.

"Not so fast! My little Julian was born the same TIME as Wisteria," a father declares from behind Aparri's mother. "They will marry when they are older, I know it! Doesn't your little Wisteria love nerdy boys?"

We quickly move out of the way as a large argument starts up between the parents. The next two cradles in the row carry two little baby girls. They coo as their two mothers talk.

"My Gracie is ready to take on anything that comes her way. I bet she'll be good friends with your sweet Karalee," one mother says, grinning.

"Mhm," the other mom agrees. "I bet my Kara is going to be a very talented artist. I don't know how I know, I just do."

"Don't all parents have high hopes for their children?" the first mom says, laughing.
We move on to the last cradle.

"Our Kraft is going to be a lover of all things chickeny and Minecrafty," the father says with a British accent.

"Yes, and she's going to be such an amazing, creative writer!" the mother beams down at her little baby girl and touches her cheek gently.

We smile softly to ourselves and start making our way to the big grey doors we had come through what seemed long ago.

Our time here was finished.


  1. I loaf these stories. They are so funny!
    *King Tough Bunny

    1. Thank youuuuu!! :D ^.^
      YAY, FIRST COMMENT!!! Such an achievement! XD

  2. OKAY
    AND... YES

    I saw them mention me in it and... just... YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!! XDDD!

    1. YAYYYYY!!! XD

      I remember when we had been talking about Jamaasian stories on your blog and someone mentioned Jamaasian Nursery. No one thought it could work. But I was like, "I WANNA MAKE IT WORK!!!" XD

  3. Wow, your so talented! If you're not a famous jammer in a few years then what is life?

    1. Oh my goodness, thank you so much, Transions!!! That means a lot!! ^.^