Fear

Today's story~

                I was scared and alone in the unfamiliar room. Everything including my brain ached, but it was mostly my heart. I was starting to regret the choice of telling Nathanial to go home because it wasn’t his fight, or even his problem to deal with. It was mine. Little did I know that when I took him to this time period with me, which it was every much as his problem, as it is mine. Just thinking about Nathanial made my heart twist uncomfortably, as I realize he won’t come back ever again. And I have to get out of this place, before, before they do anything this place, somehow making it out of this place without him, which might be impossible.

                I groan, and close my eyes trying to keep the flood of memories from enclosing in on me. There was possibly every kind of knife and gun in the whole world in this room, filed with countless other of torture weapon that you can think of. I was scared, feeling it in my very bones. I was afraid that the weapons were going to turn in on m, regardless if they were handled with invisible hands or not. And the first was most likely that cleaved half moon blade shining carefully in its ceiling post, which was just over my neck.

                I was going to die, with no way of getting Little Mercy back, or even finding out where Nathanial is. My memories were all of what’s going to be left of me. Memories of where I try to avoid the knives and other pointy stuff thrown by Little Nate.  And little by little, the cuts were turning worse and worse, and a bit bloodier, and bloodier. Memories of where I can hear Little Mercy screaming in pain, from unknown dangers as well as the constant danger. And the memory of that simple little kiss that Nathanial gave me before he walked out of my life forever.

                I can feel the tears falling down, and I close my eyes, breathing in and out, steadily trying to calm my breathing. I waited each second, waiting for the blade to come down. Darkness was all I can see, and all I will see. I wondered what mother and father will look like once I’m in their arms again. Would they still be happy, to see me, would they also be sad to realize that Little Mercy and Nate aren’t with me? Random thoughts were just rolling in my mind, till I heard a faint sound. Footsteps. 

10/6/11

Starbucks
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                “Ouch,” just hat one word sent a whole spasm of pain to shoot everywhere in my fragile body. I was very close to death, and I knew it, but no one else would ever know, not even her.

                “Valley, are you okay? Valley?” asks little Mia worry coating her voice.

                “Mia, do you remember the first day we met?” I say changing the subject. I couldn’t let her know that I was dying, not now and not ever.

                “Yeah, I remember,” she says confused.

                “Go back and fully remember it please for me?” I breathe out as forcefully as I can, but before I can see if she agreed, I started to remember it myself.

                It was a stormy day; I was at Starbucks with my sick boyfriend. One of his final death wishes was for us to go to Starbucks together where we first met. And I agreed, dreading the day when he’ll be gone. We’ve been through too much together, and yet he had skin cancer through it all, where he found it a bit too late. We were sitting together, my head resting on his shoulder, his frail arm around me. His breathing was slow and steady, as well as mine. It was a perfect moment the only thing that was separating us was a coffee cup.

                Noise was everywhere, from business people talking on their cell phones, to the steady quick typing of the novelists doing the annual Nanowrimo. There were also constant little giggles of the schoolgirls nearby eyeing the classic high school player.

                “Valley-” he yelped in pain as a cup of coffee flew into his lap.

                “Nate! Are you okay?!” I start freaking out grabbing a bunch of napkins to soak up his quickly growing stain.

                “Oh my gosh! I’m so, so sorry,” said Little Mia freaking out. And just those seven words quickly made us friends.

Now it has been two years, and I was battling with breast cancer found too late. Just exactly, how it was like, for Nate, I almost smile as Little Mia’s face started to light up with understanding. Tears started to form in her eyes her hands shaking almost spilling the coffee cup. The nanos and the wrimos were quickly typing up their novels, the business people were talking about the next new big thing, and the girls were giggling eyeing the new it high school boy.

                “Well good bye,” she says.

                “It has been a good two years, Little Mia,” I say, before standing up to leave Starbucks and Little Mia forever.

9/29/11

This is my main characters in the current novel I'm writing. I wondered a bit about what she would do if she was in a realistic fiction novel.

                It was a sunny day, a perfect kind of day not to be inside the boring house. The house in which the owner constantly sleeps in during the weekends, and not bother to give the occupants the attention they deserve. Not unless it was training day, then it was the only day where she gave us full attention, even if that attention proved to be almost deadly. And I had a feeling that today was one of those training days, and I just had to get out of here or else I’ll probably die. So I slipped out of my turquoise covers, and onto the soft white floor, picking up my clothes along the floor that was still there from that certain day, in which the owner and I got into a big fight that left her in a couple of bruises.

                After quickly changing into my regular shorts and tee shirt, I crossed several corridors to the boy’s dorms. It was calming to know that the owner had to go to her school, to learn all the basics and all that, because at least it meant that she won’t be home in a couple of hours. Meaning that the training won’t start after that, or else it would have been another bad day. When I finally reached a certain closed door that’s the middle one in the left, my heart started to pound quickly. My stomach started to feel like a dozen of exotic rain forest butterflies was fluttering quickly doing their usual exercise whenever I was near him I didn’t hear the vacumbot, coming my way till it was five feet away from me, and everyone knew that they had cameras recording what goes on in this house that goes straight to her. So without risking to get caught again, I opened the door in front of me, and stepped inside quickly closing it. And thankfully I didn’t get caught, or else extra training for me, which would most likely mean hello crazy.

                “Who’s there?” said Rain quickly sitting up in his bed, causing the blanket to fall towards the floor. He looked worse than ever, with his face an unhealthy snowy pale, and prominent dark circles under his eyes, even his forest green eyes seem a bit dull of life. And that worried me, because it seems like each time we go to the training room, he gets worse.

                “Rain lay back down, please?” I say walking over to him to make sure he does that. He does grateful for the comfort of his bed. “Now tell me what’s wrong this time?” I ask wishing my power to mind read wasn’t on lock down.

                “Oh Beth, it was nothing,” he says attempting to lie.

                “No it wasn’t, nothing, look at you, you’re paler than ever, and I’m afraid in a few days, you might…” I trail off; my throat constricting as I realize it’s true. If he keeps this up he just might die. And I’ll most likely die without him here.

                “Okay fine, it wasn’t, nothing, it was just nightmares again,” he says attempting a small feeble smile.

                “Will you tell me about them?” I ask lying down on the bed next to him, next to his warm body.

                “I-I can’t,” his voice shakes a bit, and I give him a soft kiss to calm him down.

                “Why not exactly?”

                “Because, I will die if I tell, and she really will do it, no matter how accidental,” he whispers, not a hint of emotion in his voice. For a minute we didn’t say anything for a while, his arms wrap around me, and I don’t bother to push them away. A single thought coming to my mind, blinking on and off demanding me to do it.

Kill her.

Pour être continué.

The 9/22/11

The last one, that I just posted was for yesterday, which I didn't have time to post because of school and stuff. Well here is today's story.

            “Hey wait up,” I said trying to catch up to Jenna. We were over the boundary line of the kingdom, Boredom. And for once in my whole life did I realize just how much of the world there really is. And I was just bored to actually want to learn about it all. The green tress loomed up around us, and each green leaf, every crawling and flying insect, each blade of grass opened my eyes a bit more to what’s really around me. The longer, I stayed out here, the more I’ll most likely become less boring, and more… adventurous. And I had a small feeling that I’ll actually like being non-boring.

            “Oh come on Mangus, you slow poke!” she yelled back at me, but at least stopping, so I can catch up. I roll my eyes, and tediously hop over the stones, that are around us, wanting a bit to irritate her. “Oh come on! You know we don’t have much time!” I sigh and hops off the stone I was just on, and run up to her.

            “There you happy now?” I ask. She nods, and was about to take off, before I grab her hand.

            “Now what is it this time?” she sighs, a whiny edge to her voice. But at least she didn’t pull away, but I did. For some reason the longer I was out in the forest with her, away from Boredom, I was starting to really feel some stuff that I never thought was possible. Even my heart was quickly beating not really knowing the answer to it as well. I was starting to miss the numb feeling I had while in Boredom, at least everything was typical. “Mangus, are you okay? You’re zoning out again,” she says bringing me back to reality.

            “Uhhh, yeah I am I was just… umm, thinking. So where are we going anyways?” I say quickly, a small unknown flush crawling up my neck.

            “Somewhere,” was simply all she said.

            “Umm, okay. And when are we going to go back?” there was an unknown longing in my voice, which I tediously found odd.

            “Soon,” she said, and then she took off running, while I tried to catch up to her. It felt like hours later when we reached our destination, even though it was most likely a few minutes. I stop and look around, the trees tall loom over us, but farther away, for in front of me was a big clear body of water. It was a quarter of the town square. Still it was pretty, and it aroused a feeling that was most likely excitement deep inside of me.

            “Where are we?” I ask, noticing a small disturbance in the pond.

            “Mangus, welcome to the place I like to explore,” she says squeezing my hand tightly. I nodded, walking a few steps closer to the pond the disturbance looked like diamonds. And I needed diamonds.

            You’re such an idiot! You don’t need diamonds, you’re already plenty content with what you have! My brain was yelling to my body, but my body didn’t listen. If I reach far enough, I might be able to stop it.

            “Mangus, don’t you dare…” she was trailing off; I can feel something tugging me back. But I wasn’t listening; I reached the edge, and quickly scooped down to touch the diamond. That was bad, because I felt myself being thrown about; I look around and see Jenna doing the same. An angry expression was on her face. I shrug helplessly, but before I can say anything, a pair of unnaturally bright light was flashing into my eyes. And instantly I knew that we weren’t in the forest or even in Boredom, but somewhere else entirely different.

           

            “Umm, are you awake Bradon?” asks Katy gently poking me. And I don’t bother to wake up, because I had a feeling that there was also someone else on the stage, someone unexpected. 

There's something in the punch

I got tired yesterday, and didn't feel like typing my story up and posting it here. So ta da her it is.

            Gowns, lights, and music fill the air. And joys of laughter can be heard everywhere. It is the annual Midsummer Eve ball, and everyone is laughing, and having the time of their life dancing. That is everyone except me. Their laughter sounds false, the cheeriness too cheery. Their minds forced to look at everything around them, and not really allowed to think about the current situation. The war. The Nazis are winning badly; Hitler’s power was quickly slipping away. Everyone was silently freaking out at what will happen if Hitler stopped becoming president. Will it possibly be another depression? France started to take over Germany. The possibilities are endless, and yet I wasn’t thinking about all that. No I was thinking about him, my ex.

            My down to earth, belonging in the mantle, and should never to be seen again, ex. He was smiling cheerfully while talking to some important delegates, his wife by his side acting bored. She caught me staring at them, and started to use her icy glare on me. I roll my eyes, and turn back to the punch bowl, the dark red liquid reminding me of spilled blood. The blood that caused the ending between her husband and me. That jerk ward ex. I feel a pair of unfamiliar wrap around my shoulders and I look up staring into a pair of bright devilish blue eyes. “A-a-are you okay?” he murmurs, concern clear in his voice. I nod and force a smile, so the beating of his heart can slow down, but it doesn’t. And that saddens me, though I force it out of my system, so he wouldn’t know. I wanted him to be happy, even if it was going to end up depressing me.

            “Good,” he says and one of his easygoing smiles is back on his lips. “W-would you want some punch?” and I nod, not realizing at how thirsty I am. I see his arm, grab two cups putting it on the table and pouring the red punch into it. He does it so easily, all with one arm still around my shoulder. Once he finishes, I grab a punch, and so does he. We clink our glasses together carelessly, and we drink. The cold fluid flows down the hollowness of my throat, and it tastes weird, unusual. But it was too late to turn back now. The liquid quickly settles into my stomach, and I can feel little butterflies to form in its place. My heart was beating faster, I felt dizzy and lightheaded, and most of all happy. While there was still one corner of my mind that was clear of it all, it was warning me of something but I couldn’t hear it. I look over at Low, and see the same look in his eyes that’s probably in mine as well; he smiles a happy lopsided smile, and says three words that make my body feel buttery all over.

            “I love you.”

            “I love you too,” I say, and this time I realized what that clear part of my mind was saying to me all along. It’s all fake. 

A sad story.

This is going to be sad, but to better understand watch this video.

Now this is kind of off, the girl's pet killed everyone. But in this story it was the girl, but when she was older. Because it would be really messed up if a little girl started killing everyone. And it's kind of short, and suckish.

It was raining, cold, dreary, and gray. I was freezing and wet, the rain seeping into the marrow of my bone. And yet, I didn’t care, because I was now a frozen statue as the truth of reality finishes stunning me.

Everyone

            Was

                        Dead.

            Everyone that I ever cared about was gone, even if they didn’t love me back. Everyone I know was lying in a deep pool of dark red blood, even if they ignored me. My parents, the butlers, the servants, the mailman, the neighbors the children, practically much just everyone in town, just simply ignored me for all my life. And I tried everything to get their attention, being a goody good girl, a troublemaker, an emo, everything. But no one noticed, not one single person. And now they’re dead because of me. All simply because of the news that tipped me over, my mom was pregnant. I just couldn’t handle it anymore. I just couldn’t…

            I collapse onto the gravel road and decide to let it all out. The screams and the tears, the ripping my hair out. I just couldn’t take everything anymore. I was going to be all alone in the world, and not a single person would care. Not. A. Single. Person.

The knife lay bloody in my hand, itching to be fed some more.  And hesitantly, I raised it to my heart. And very slowly, I drove it into my heart. The darkness was starting to overcome me, and this time I didn’t care if it ruled over my world.

Up

It is picture day. Yay! (The yay was sarcastic by the way. I'm not really a photogenic person, but I survived getting blinded from all the camera flashes from the other photos.) And on my way back to class, I looked , and the skylight reminded me of the sky, which reminded me of the movie Up. 

            Up, it was the only way to go. Up into the clouds, only to float away, black and white balloons carry her away. Far, far away from this boring place.

            I felt someone shake me awake. And for a while, I don’t bother to open my eyes. I didn’t want to face the reality of school, not now, not yet, and not ever. “Mia,” says a familiar voice poking me in the ribs.

“What do you want Rose?” I grumble back, still not bothering to open her eyes.

“I want you to come with me, to the bathroom, so I can see if I have any hairs sticking out, and make sure my makeup is fine,” I start to tune her out, as my brain starts wondering just exactly how vain she has become this summer. “Hello, Mia, are you listening?” she says in a bit whiney voice.

“Yeah, I’m listening, and no I don’t want go to the bathroom. You already look extraordinary,” I sigh, my eyes still closed.

“Yeah right, you’re just saying that because you’re my friend. And you don’t even have your eyes open,” she says in a pouty voice.

“No it’s true,” I say telling the truth. In comparison, I’m just a plain village girl living in the sewers while she’s the rich supermodel princess. “Now go away, so I can go back to dreaming,” I say, dismissing her with a gesture of my hand.

“Fine, but who know is coming,” she says the last part in a sing songy voice, but I didn’t hear for I was starting on the highway to dreamland. 

I am not a nugget

Please don't read this story if you are a vegetarian, or a vegan, because it might offend you. And no, I'm not trying to hurt your feelings. So I apologize in advance if you find this offensive.
I got the idea off of one of the peta stickers my friend gave to me, and well before I knew it my pencil started to fly off. And plus, I was a bit hungry, since I didn't eat breakfast.

“I am not a nugget,” said the chick from the peta commercial. I sigh and turn off the TV sick and tired of the revolution. And sick and tired of starving myself of the yummy proteins, all the time. My stomach makes one of its usual growls, demanding something chewier, and… fleshy. I begin to close my eyes, and for a minute, just a minute I can almost taste an original hot dog from New York. The ones that just pop out juice when you bite into it, melting your mouth with its yumminess; and for a minute, I thought I can smell one in my mind, looking so tangible…

My stomach growls again, bringing me back into the cold hard world of reality. I sigh and wonder who the heck decided to start the stupid anti-meat revolution anyways. It was obviously someone who hated meat so much, that… I sigh, anger starting to flood through me. My hands were cold white fists, ready to punch the first person that comes in. I hear a rustle from outside, and a shadow passes by the window. It looked oddly human, most likely mother.

“Flesh is for zombies,” I mutter under my breath. “And meat is for survival,” I say back. Just then, an idea popped into my meat hungry thoughts. My mouth started to form a smile, as my brain shows me the plan. Because starting right now, I am going to…

“Bring… The… old… ways… back,” I say to myself, stuttering over the words. And my stomach growled, not in protest but this time in agreement.