Brave's Collection of Stories |Will Update Periodically|
Dec 23, 2015 13:59:01 GMT -5
Post by ✦☾Brave☽✦ on Dec 23, 2015 13:59:01 GMT -5
Intro
Boom! A deafening roar shakes the surrounding area as a million deadly legs strike the ground from a black body of swirling terror with such force that you are thrown off balance momentarily, nearly crashing to the ground as you grab hold of the trunk of a nearby tree. You’re not sure where you are, and you’re unable to pull any information out of the hazy fog that envelops your thoughts.
As the lightning beast lights up the sky again, you see the silhouette of a horrendous figure nearing you from within the thick of the forest. It appears to be a dark cloud of wispy smoke that has the shape of some humanoid as it drifts towards you. Crying out in terror, you press your back against the tree, every instinct is urging to you run, to escape this monstrosity that’s appeared before you, but you can’t. You’re frozen in place.
Everything around you is dark once more as the roaring monster in the sky is holding it’s light. You know whatever was lurking before and decided to creep towards you is very near now. An explosion of light rips across the sky along with the booming of the thunder, and the figure is within a few feet of you now. But, something has changed. The figure is no longer the dark mist as it was before, but now, it’s manifested itself into the shape of a girl, a girl with a black cloak pulled over her. She has mahogany brown hair that falls just below her shoulders and sharp brown eyes that render you unable to speak.
“Come,” her voice is silky and soft, and has an odd sort of comfort to it. Her eyes pierce yours, and you realize it’s more of a command as she reaches her arm forward to grab your hand. You tentatively take hold of her hand. And as you grab her hand are you pulled into a chaotic storm of death, terror, and grief, and some warmth. You gasp, trying to pull away, but as the rippling swarm of writhing stories waiting to unfold surge through, many unfinished, and others finished, you are left paralyzed.
Where the Monsters Hide
The moon had risen to the highest point in the sky, and the stars shone brightly.
Shadows moved about the forest, and whispers broke the silence. The whispers were just too quiet to make out them clearly.
A dark haired girl gazed out her bedroom window, listening intently to the voices outside. She stared in wonder and silence, her hazel eyes gleaming. The voices…appeared to be speaking to the young girl, about ten.
“Hazel…” the voices whispered; the voice raspy and almost inaudible to her ears. The girl’s eyes were full of wonder and amazement. She slowly, and as quiet as possible, opened her door. The door creaked a little, and the girl held her breath. She opened the door just enough to fit her small body through, and tiptoed into the hall. Hazel barely made a sound as she tiptoed. The house was almost pitch black, and she was afraid she’d trip over something and wake her parents. But, somehow, for what seemed like hours later, the girl reached the door. She unlocked the door, and slowly opened it, cold air rushing in. Hazel stepped out into the cold winter night; snow softly lay across the ground.
She flinched as the snow touched her bare feet. The voices appeared louder, more clear now… “Hazel…..come here…” the voice whispered softly. The girl went forward, unafraid at the moment. She had gone half-way across her yard when that same voice sounded behind her, “Hazel,” the voice no longer quiet said.
Hazel turned around, and gasped. A black, tall, figure stood behind her. She could see it wore a long black robe of a sort, it’s the skin on it’s face all rotting away, giving way to bone. The creature’s eyes were dark empty pits. The creature then reached out it’s arms and went in to grab the girl.
Hazel screamed, and awoke in her bed, sweating. Just a dream… Hazel thought, beads of sweat running down her. She took deep breaths, and her gaze happened to wander into the corner of her room, where a black figure stood. Hazel tried to scream, but nothing came out but a choked gasp. The figure reached for her; the girl staring in complete horror.
The Unfinished Story of the Dragonborn
The smell of smoke. My lungs burning. The heat of the fire burning against my skin. I forced my eyes open a slit, scanning my surroundings. Fire everywhere, heavy smoke. Tiny shards of shattered glass. Blood. My own blood…? I wasn’t sure. I tried to move, pain shooting through me, I winced. A few feet ahead of me, I could see an oval shape, I pulled myself towards it, pain intensifying. Reaching out, I grabbed hold of it, and pulled it towards me, feeling the warmth as I pushed my arms up, and cradled it. Blackness began to crowd my vision, lapping at the edges. And then nothing.
Harsh light streamed in the through the roof of the burning house. I blinked open my eyes, vision blurry, body aching. As my vision cleared, tightly held in my arms, was an egg. It was tan, with darker flecks on it, and warmth pulsed out of it. Blood coated my clothes, and I wasn’t sure where I was injured. I pushed myself to my feet, almost collapsing back right down, I grabbed onto the edge of the wall to steady myself. Putting the egg neatly in my inner pocket, I begin to edge along the wall, burning my hand, I pushed out, and out of the house. Around me was devastation, small fires everywhere, parts of houses scattered about. What had happened here? I pondered, my head pounding, feeling light-headed. I couldn’t remember what had gone on, and could only remember snippets of my memory. I reached into my memory, searching, but all was a hazy fog. Out farther, was something moving, a dark figure, that appeared to be limping. I squinted into the sunlight. Was someone out there injured? A tiny spark of hope fluttered in my chest at the thought of someone alive, even if they were injured, it was better than nothing. I stumbled towards the figure, a smile on my face, “..h-hey…y-you!” I shouted, my voice raspy from the smoke I had breathed in. The figure turned towards me, and I halted. Terror seized my body, blood running cold.
It wasn’t a person…at least not any more. It’s face was rotting away, white skull underneath, it’s eyes were sunken pits of black. It wore a black robe of some sort, the robe tore. It was a thing of nightmares. Never had I witnessed something so terrifying. Or have I..? I couldn’t quite remember, but the creature made my blood run cold, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. It was chilling. I stood there, frozen, unsure of what to do as the thing limped towards me, emitting a low moan of some sort. I wasn’t quite sure why-but I had a weird feeling that I knew what to do. I focused my energy, and let it travel through my body, a ball of fire sitting in my hand. I pushed it out and towards the mangled undead. It cried out in protest as it was hit, sending it back a few steps. I took this time to rush towards it, sending another sphere of fire at it. It let out a strangled moan and fell onto the ground. Crying out in triumph, I kneeled besides it, and felt all the pockets, finding only a small package of berries, which I happily took. I had done it! I had defeated it!
The Kidnap of Christine |Unfinished|
All was silent except for the crunch crunch of footsteps on the snow blanketed sidewalk. I shivered, thrusting my hands into the pockets of my maroon loosely fit hoodie. It had been my brother’s, “Sheckells” sprawled in big white letters on the back. My teeth chattered. I had been so stupid as to wear a tanktop underneath it and a pair of black yoga pants. Of course, I hadn’t wore a jacket even in the almost below zero conditions..
I was used to the cold, having it be nine months out of the year, although this winter had been harsher than the usual yooper winters. I couldn’t feel my hands, and my toes felt as though they were dislodged from my foot and walking was extremely painful.
In the distance I could hear the low hum of a nearby approaching vehicle. I pushed the hair out of my face and broke into a run, whimpering in pain. It was near midnight and the last thing I wanted was a car to pull up besides me. I hadn’t stayed to the busier roads as to elude the police. I was only fifteen, which meant it was illegal to be walking the city after ten. There was a sharp pang in my side and I had to stop, breathing in the icy air feeling like sharp thorns piercing my lungs.
“Great!” I sputtered. The vehicle’s engine revved up as it sped, pulling over next to me. My stomach dropped, a shiver running down my spine. I gripped my phone, letting out a cry. If I had to, I wouldn’t be able to call 911, my hands were far too numb. The window of the car, a brown Buick, rolled down.
Comatose
Lightning lit up the sky, thunder boomed, the thumping of rain hitting the roof…
365 days. It had been one year since my love passed away. There I lied sprawled out on my comforter, a heavy pain in my chest. Never had I gone a day without thinking of him, the memories causing a thin smile to spread across my cheeks replaced by falling tears.
“You move too much!” he giggled, caressing my cheek as his lips touched mine. Complete and utter bliss. Nothing could be better. I grinned. He wrapped his arms around me, giving me a quick squeeze as we departed, a ”I love you!” bouncing off his lips.
“I love you too,” I had replied gently, hopping away and climbing onto my bike.
A flash of light. Boom! Pulled away I was from my most cherished memories. Back to reality. It’s funny how you can get so lost in your memories, the rush of feelings, back in the past for just a moment. I miss you..so much. Just let me see you once again..please.
Morning shone through the window, birds chirping, I sat up. An odd, unexplainable feeling in my chest. I sat up, grabbing my phone and unlocking it, seeing I had a new message. Opening it, it read “Good morning beautiful”. Unknown number. A sharp pang of grief reverberated throughout my body. It was much like Jake to always message me that in the morning. Oh, how it gave me life. I sighed sorrowfully, and texted back, “Who’s this?” not a minute later I heard my phone go off. I picked up my phone, sliding my finger over it to view the new message. “Jake you dork! I miss you.” I felt the contents of my stomach overturn and I rushed into my bathroom, retching. From in the other room, I heard my phone go off again. In tears, I cautiously approached my phone, picking it up and reading “Hallo? Wanna hangout?” A sob escaped my mouth, and I clicked call, preparing myself to see who was behind this. The number dialed. Ring. “Hello!” the familiar friendly voice answered. I felt sick again, my mouth going dry. Jake. But..how? “Um, babe? You here? Butt dial me or something?” he chuckled.
I forced open my mouth to speak, choking out,”J-J-Jake…?” voice trembling, I pushed a loose strand out of hair out of way of my eyes, shaking.
“Are you okay, darling?” he asked, voice full of concern.
I swallowed, and inhaled deeply,”U-Uh...h-hangout..yeah? Good idea.” I stuttered.
“Yay! Water tower park in an hour sound good?” he suggested cheerfully.
“Sounds great,” was my response, grabbing some clothes.
“Alright, well I’ll leave you to get ready. Ten o'clock be there! I love you!” Is this really happening? Maybe I’m dreaming.. but I couldn’t force myself awake, so it couldn’t be a dream.
My face was pale, “I love you too,” I said as I hung up.
Hurrying downstairs, I passed my mom, “Um, hanging out w-with Jake.”
She nodded. “Where?” she took a sip from her coffee. I felt confusion rip through me even more. She was the one who delivered the news of his death to me. How was any of this possible? Had I somehow woken up in an alternative universe where he was still alive? Possible? Maybe so. “Where?” she repeated louder.
“Oh, um, sorry not really awake,” I forced a laugh out of myself, “Water tower park.” Hurriedly I walked over to the bathroom. Suddenly pain ripped through my body, and everything went black.
I heard voices near me, and I opened my eyes a slit. Around me was my mother, and Jake and his mother. My eyes were wide now, a gasp rising from my lips. “She’s awake!” announced my mother, a doctor came in through the door.
“After a year, finally. Honestly didn’t think she was going to make it.” the lady smiled.
The Untimely Death of Graypelt
Graypelt nimbly dodged the Iceclan warrior, Graypelt had come across a couple of Iceclan cats on the side of the border located on the side of the Thunderpath. As soon as the gray tom dodged the blow, another blow landed on his ear. He drew back, lashing out with his claws, he felt claws rip at flesh. Suddenly a blur of dark brown fur and piercing blue eyes slammed into Graypelt, he was thrown across the Thunderpath. His attacker quickly pinned him to the ground, he thrust his hind legs out just as he heard the roar of a fast approaching monster. His attacker snarled in fury and quickly let go of the gray tom and darted across the Thunderpath. Graypelt could feel the trembling as he struggled to get up, his eyes widened in horror as the monster crashed into him. Pain shot up threw him for a moment before ebbing in a black wave of darkness, Graypelt struggled to get up but was sucked in by the black tidal wave of death.
In Recollection of Betrayal
Something is terribly wrong. Every instinct inside me urged out of the house. I felt as though I was suffocating. It’s just a panic attack. I managed to convince myself; I had been struggling with them quite frequently throughout the last few days. Maybe some fresh air will do. Grabbing my shoes, I pulled open the door and made my way down stairs. Glancing out the window, I could see rain falling. I didn’t mind the rain I had decided as I pushed my way out into the rain, trudging over to my bike and wiping down the moisture-laden seat with the ends of my sweatshirt.
I hopped onto my bike, and pedaled out of my driveway, the uneasiness still prevalent. I wasn’t sure where I was to go, but some inner voice compelled me towards the park. Arriving at the park, the feeling of dread increased. I parked my bike near one of the entrances and let my feet take me towards a location of heightened memories. Voices? I couldn’t be sure if I were imagining it over the croaking of the frogs. Approaching my favorite spot at the park, my heart caught in my chest as my stomach dropped. My love...with another girl! One of the age thirteen too! Four years younger! I recognized the tall blonde immediately. She recognized me as well. My love’s back stay facing me. He was wearing his purple sweatshirt and baggy sweatpants; ones I suddenly grew to hate. I took a step towards, as if to confront. My breath caught in my throat and I turned sharply away. I began hyperventilating as I carried myself down the path, hand gripping phone. I expected anger to fill me, but instead an overwhelming feeling of hopelessness and ultimate betrayal. Lies..lies..
Trust of Two |Unfinished|
I was freezing. The cold penetrating my layers of clothing as I stealthily creeped through the trees, following a trail left by what seemed to be from the Feds. The Feds. A few months ago, the government declared martial law after a supposed “terrorist” attack on D.C. They had then begun to break into people’s homes, and murder millions, those of whom were anti-government. I had an early warning, and had snuck out to the woods, bringing a backpack full of supplies. It was the dead of winter and I had planned on surviving. My mother had no need to worry for she wasn’t an activist like I had been. I had gone back far into the woods, finding a great place for camp and settling there hidden among the trees. I know they are looking for me..a few nights ago I had been out hunting when I heard voices..they weren’t quiet, stomping around in the snow, making quite a bit of noise.
I had followed them. They spoke of looking for a few people who had disappeared whom had been on their list for execution. The woods being near their homes...and the only place they could of gone. I haven’t spotted anybody else...though these bootprints may be promising. If they are, it still doesn’t mean I have a greater chance of survival..it could just mean the death of me as well for they could steal what I have. The bootprints grew more apart, and I could tell the person had broke into a run. My pace quickened, and I jogged along side of the trail. Snow began to lightly fall from the sky and I found myself breaking into a run, cursing under my breath. Great, I better find this person fast.
Suddenly the tracks ended. I scanned around myself. Tall trees with good leverage surrounded me; the trees closely packed together. I felt hope spark within me. There was a short lived joy within myself replaced with hopelessness. But now there was a bigger issue. It would be almost impossible to figure out the direction in which they had traveled. I sighed, and pushed myself up the tree, grabbing onto a sturdy branch, hoisting myself up.
“Looking for me?” came a female’s voice from below. I jumped a bit, startled, eyes darting around as I searched for the location of the voice. I saw movement in the snow as a women dressed in all white stood up, snow covering her.
I raised my gun up and clicked the safety off,”Who are you?” I questioned, narrowing my eyes as I scanned the stranger.
She giggled and wiped some of the snow off herself, throwing down her hood, revealing blue eyes and a gentle, friendly, smile,”No need to be frightened. I won’t hurt you, I promise,” she smiled at me, and stuck out her arm,”I’m Ashley,” she greeted.
I lowered the gun, slinging it back over my shoulder. “Alexis..” I mumbled, and hopped down from the tree, shaking her hand cautiously, my eyes lowered, spotting a machete fastened to her belt.
Her gaze followed mine, and she ran her fingers through her straight black hair, giggling,”I need some sort of weapon, don’t I?”
I narrowed my eyes, looking up at her,”..uh..yeah,” I mumbled, and glanced around, the snow falling from the sky in thick clumps.
Dread
Dread. My heart pounded as I shuffled through the hallway, darkness enclosing me. I could see nothing, the darkness suffocating-almost intoxicating. Beads of sweat trickled down my my forehead, scanning around myself. It felt like...like someone was watching me. Watching my every move..
I didn’t feel as if my body was my own as I wandered through the hallways. My movement was impaired, and I proceeded very slowly, feeling as if I was in a drunken state of mind.
It had been oddly quiet before, but now whispering echoed throughout the halls. The voices became deafening, and I dropped down to my knees, covering my ears with my hands, willing for this nightmare to end. I screamed and wailed, tears streaming down my face.
Suddenly the image of a grotesque creature flashed in my mind. It’s flesh rotting off it’s face-black holes where it’s eyes should've been, a beastly grin on it’s face. A horrid laugh erupted from it, it echoing in my head as I was jerked awake from my horrendous nightmare.
Boom! A deafening roar shakes the surrounding area as a million deadly legs strike the ground from a black body of swirling terror with such force that you are thrown off balance momentarily, nearly crashing to the ground as you grab hold of the trunk of a nearby tree. You’re not sure where you are, and you’re unable to pull any information out of the hazy fog that envelops your thoughts.
As the lightning beast lights up the sky again, you see the silhouette of a horrendous figure nearing you from within the thick of the forest. It appears to be a dark cloud of wispy smoke that has the shape of some humanoid as it drifts towards you. Crying out in terror, you press your back against the tree, every instinct is urging to you run, to escape this monstrosity that’s appeared before you, but you can’t. You’re frozen in place.
Everything around you is dark once more as the roaring monster in the sky is holding it’s light. You know whatever was lurking before and decided to creep towards you is very near now. An explosion of light rips across the sky along with the booming of the thunder, and the figure is within a few feet of you now. But, something has changed. The figure is no longer the dark mist as it was before, but now, it’s manifested itself into the shape of a girl, a girl with a black cloak pulled over her. She has mahogany brown hair that falls just below her shoulders and sharp brown eyes that render you unable to speak.
“Come,” her voice is silky and soft, and has an odd sort of comfort to it. Her eyes pierce yours, and you realize it’s more of a command as she reaches her arm forward to grab your hand. You tentatively take hold of her hand. And as you grab her hand are you pulled into a chaotic storm of death, terror, and grief, and some warmth. You gasp, trying to pull away, but as the rippling swarm of writhing stories waiting to unfold surge through, many unfinished, and others finished, you are left paralyzed.
Where the Monsters Hide
The moon had risen to the highest point in the sky, and the stars shone brightly.
Shadows moved about the forest, and whispers broke the silence. The whispers were just too quiet to make out them clearly.
A dark haired girl gazed out her bedroom window, listening intently to the voices outside. She stared in wonder and silence, her hazel eyes gleaming. The voices…appeared to be speaking to the young girl, about ten.
“Hazel…” the voices whispered; the voice raspy and almost inaudible to her ears. The girl’s eyes were full of wonder and amazement. She slowly, and as quiet as possible, opened her door. The door creaked a little, and the girl held her breath. She opened the door just enough to fit her small body through, and tiptoed into the hall. Hazel barely made a sound as she tiptoed. The house was almost pitch black, and she was afraid she’d trip over something and wake her parents. But, somehow, for what seemed like hours later, the girl reached the door. She unlocked the door, and slowly opened it, cold air rushing in. Hazel stepped out into the cold winter night; snow softly lay across the ground.
She flinched as the snow touched her bare feet. The voices appeared louder, more clear now… “Hazel…..come here…” the voice whispered softly. The girl went forward, unafraid at the moment. She had gone half-way across her yard when that same voice sounded behind her, “Hazel,” the voice no longer quiet said.
Hazel turned around, and gasped. A black, tall, figure stood behind her. She could see it wore a long black robe of a sort, it’s the skin on it’s face all rotting away, giving way to bone. The creature’s eyes were dark empty pits. The creature then reached out it’s arms and went in to grab the girl.
Hazel screamed, and awoke in her bed, sweating. Just a dream… Hazel thought, beads of sweat running down her. She took deep breaths, and her gaze happened to wander into the corner of her room, where a black figure stood. Hazel tried to scream, but nothing came out but a choked gasp. The figure reached for her; the girl staring in complete horror.
The Unfinished Story of the Dragonborn
The smell of smoke. My lungs burning. The heat of the fire burning against my skin. I forced my eyes open a slit, scanning my surroundings. Fire everywhere, heavy smoke. Tiny shards of shattered glass. Blood. My own blood…? I wasn’t sure. I tried to move, pain shooting through me, I winced. A few feet ahead of me, I could see an oval shape, I pulled myself towards it, pain intensifying. Reaching out, I grabbed hold of it, and pulled it towards me, feeling the warmth as I pushed my arms up, and cradled it. Blackness began to crowd my vision, lapping at the edges. And then nothing.
Harsh light streamed in the through the roof of the burning house. I blinked open my eyes, vision blurry, body aching. As my vision cleared, tightly held in my arms, was an egg. It was tan, with darker flecks on it, and warmth pulsed out of it. Blood coated my clothes, and I wasn’t sure where I was injured. I pushed myself to my feet, almost collapsing back right down, I grabbed onto the edge of the wall to steady myself. Putting the egg neatly in my inner pocket, I begin to edge along the wall, burning my hand, I pushed out, and out of the house. Around me was devastation, small fires everywhere, parts of houses scattered about. What had happened here? I pondered, my head pounding, feeling light-headed. I couldn’t remember what had gone on, and could only remember snippets of my memory. I reached into my memory, searching, but all was a hazy fog. Out farther, was something moving, a dark figure, that appeared to be limping. I squinted into the sunlight. Was someone out there injured? A tiny spark of hope fluttered in my chest at the thought of someone alive, even if they were injured, it was better than nothing. I stumbled towards the figure, a smile on my face, “..h-hey…y-you!” I shouted, my voice raspy from the smoke I had breathed in. The figure turned towards me, and I halted. Terror seized my body, blood running cold.
It wasn’t a person…at least not any more. It’s face was rotting away, white skull underneath, it’s eyes were sunken pits of black. It wore a black robe of some sort, the robe tore. It was a thing of nightmares. Never had I witnessed something so terrifying. Or have I..? I couldn’t quite remember, but the creature made my blood run cold, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. It was chilling. I stood there, frozen, unsure of what to do as the thing limped towards me, emitting a low moan of some sort. I wasn’t quite sure why-but I had a weird feeling that I knew what to do. I focused my energy, and let it travel through my body, a ball of fire sitting in my hand. I pushed it out and towards the mangled undead. It cried out in protest as it was hit, sending it back a few steps. I took this time to rush towards it, sending another sphere of fire at it. It let out a strangled moan and fell onto the ground. Crying out in triumph, I kneeled besides it, and felt all the pockets, finding only a small package of berries, which I happily took. I had done it! I had defeated it!
The Kidnap of Christine |Unfinished|
All was silent except for the crunch crunch of footsteps on the snow blanketed sidewalk. I shivered, thrusting my hands into the pockets of my maroon loosely fit hoodie. It had been my brother’s, “Sheckells” sprawled in big white letters on the back. My teeth chattered. I had been so stupid as to wear a tanktop underneath it and a pair of black yoga pants. Of course, I hadn’t wore a jacket even in the almost below zero conditions..
I was used to the cold, having it be nine months out of the year, although this winter had been harsher than the usual yooper winters. I couldn’t feel my hands, and my toes felt as though they were dislodged from my foot and walking was extremely painful.
In the distance I could hear the low hum of a nearby approaching vehicle. I pushed the hair out of my face and broke into a run, whimpering in pain. It was near midnight and the last thing I wanted was a car to pull up besides me. I hadn’t stayed to the busier roads as to elude the police. I was only fifteen, which meant it was illegal to be walking the city after ten. There was a sharp pang in my side and I had to stop, breathing in the icy air feeling like sharp thorns piercing my lungs.
“Great!” I sputtered. The vehicle’s engine revved up as it sped, pulling over next to me. My stomach dropped, a shiver running down my spine. I gripped my phone, letting out a cry. If I had to, I wouldn’t be able to call 911, my hands were far too numb. The window of the car, a brown Buick, rolled down.
Comatose
Lightning lit up the sky, thunder boomed, the thumping of rain hitting the roof…
365 days. It had been one year since my love passed away. There I lied sprawled out on my comforter, a heavy pain in my chest. Never had I gone a day without thinking of him, the memories causing a thin smile to spread across my cheeks replaced by falling tears.
“You move too much!” he giggled, caressing my cheek as his lips touched mine. Complete and utter bliss. Nothing could be better. I grinned. He wrapped his arms around me, giving me a quick squeeze as we departed, a ”I love you!” bouncing off his lips.
“I love you too,” I had replied gently, hopping away and climbing onto my bike.
A flash of light. Boom! Pulled away I was from my most cherished memories. Back to reality. It’s funny how you can get so lost in your memories, the rush of feelings, back in the past for just a moment. I miss you..so much. Just let me see you once again..please.
Morning shone through the window, birds chirping, I sat up. An odd, unexplainable feeling in my chest. I sat up, grabbing my phone and unlocking it, seeing I had a new message. Opening it, it read “Good morning beautiful”. Unknown number. A sharp pang of grief reverberated throughout my body. It was much like Jake to always message me that in the morning. Oh, how it gave me life. I sighed sorrowfully, and texted back, “Who’s this?” not a minute later I heard my phone go off. I picked up my phone, sliding my finger over it to view the new message. “Jake you dork! I miss you.” I felt the contents of my stomach overturn and I rushed into my bathroom, retching. From in the other room, I heard my phone go off again. In tears, I cautiously approached my phone, picking it up and reading “Hallo? Wanna hangout?” A sob escaped my mouth, and I clicked call, preparing myself to see who was behind this. The number dialed. Ring. “Hello!” the familiar friendly voice answered. I felt sick again, my mouth going dry. Jake. But..how? “Um, babe? You here? Butt dial me or something?” he chuckled.
I forced open my mouth to speak, choking out,”J-J-Jake…?” voice trembling, I pushed a loose strand out of hair out of way of my eyes, shaking.
“Are you okay, darling?” he asked, voice full of concern.
I swallowed, and inhaled deeply,”U-Uh...h-hangout..yeah? Good idea.” I stuttered.
“Yay! Water tower park in an hour sound good?” he suggested cheerfully.
“Sounds great,” was my response, grabbing some clothes.
“Alright, well I’ll leave you to get ready. Ten o'clock be there! I love you!” Is this really happening? Maybe I’m dreaming.. but I couldn’t force myself awake, so it couldn’t be a dream.
My face was pale, “I love you too,” I said as I hung up.
Hurrying downstairs, I passed my mom, “Um, hanging out w-with Jake.”
She nodded. “Where?” she took a sip from her coffee. I felt confusion rip through me even more. She was the one who delivered the news of his death to me. How was any of this possible? Had I somehow woken up in an alternative universe where he was still alive? Possible? Maybe so. “Where?” she repeated louder.
“Oh, um, sorry not really awake,” I forced a laugh out of myself, “Water tower park.” Hurriedly I walked over to the bathroom. Suddenly pain ripped through my body, and everything went black.
I heard voices near me, and I opened my eyes a slit. Around me was my mother, and Jake and his mother. My eyes were wide now, a gasp rising from my lips. “She’s awake!” announced my mother, a doctor came in through the door.
“After a year, finally. Honestly didn’t think she was going to make it.” the lady smiled.
The Untimely Death of Graypelt
Graypelt nimbly dodged the Iceclan warrior, Graypelt had come across a couple of Iceclan cats on the side of the border located on the side of the Thunderpath. As soon as the gray tom dodged the blow, another blow landed on his ear. He drew back, lashing out with his claws, he felt claws rip at flesh. Suddenly a blur of dark brown fur and piercing blue eyes slammed into Graypelt, he was thrown across the Thunderpath. His attacker quickly pinned him to the ground, he thrust his hind legs out just as he heard the roar of a fast approaching monster. His attacker snarled in fury and quickly let go of the gray tom and darted across the Thunderpath. Graypelt could feel the trembling as he struggled to get up, his eyes widened in horror as the monster crashed into him. Pain shot up threw him for a moment before ebbing in a black wave of darkness, Graypelt struggled to get up but was sucked in by the black tidal wave of death.
In Recollection of Betrayal
Something is terribly wrong. Every instinct inside me urged out of the house. I felt as though I was suffocating. It’s just a panic attack. I managed to convince myself; I had been struggling with them quite frequently throughout the last few days. Maybe some fresh air will do. Grabbing my shoes, I pulled open the door and made my way down stairs. Glancing out the window, I could see rain falling. I didn’t mind the rain I had decided as I pushed my way out into the rain, trudging over to my bike and wiping down the moisture-laden seat with the ends of my sweatshirt.
I hopped onto my bike, and pedaled out of my driveway, the uneasiness still prevalent. I wasn’t sure where I was to go, but some inner voice compelled me towards the park. Arriving at the park, the feeling of dread increased. I parked my bike near one of the entrances and let my feet take me towards a location of heightened memories. Voices? I couldn’t be sure if I were imagining it over the croaking of the frogs. Approaching my favorite spot at the park, my heart caught in my chest as my stomach dropped. My love...with another girl! One of the age thirteen too! Four years younger! I recognized the tall blonde immediately. She recognized me as well. My love’s back stay facing me. He was wearing his purple sweatshirt and baggy sweatpants; ones I suddenly grew to hate. I took a step towards, as if to confront. My breath caught in my throat and I turned sharply away. I began hyperventilating as I carried myself down the path, hand gripping phone. I expected anger to fill me, but instead an overwhelming feeling of hopelessness and ultimate betrayal. Lies..lies..
Trust of Two |Unfinished|
I was freezing. The cold penetrating my layers of clothing as I stealthily creeped through the trees, following a trail left by what seemed to be from the Feds. The Feds. A few months ago, the government declared martial law after a supposed “terrorist” attack on D.C. They had then begun to break into people’s homes, and murder millions, those of whom were anti-government. I had an early warning, and had snuck out to the woods, bringing a backpack full of supplies. It was the dead of winter and I had planned on surviving. My mother had no need to worry for she wasn’t an activist like I had been. I had gone back far into the woods, finding a great place for camp and settling there hidden among the trees. I know they are looking for me..a few nights ago I had been out hunting when I heard voices..they weren’t quiet, stomping around in the snow, making quite a bit of noise.
I had followed them. They spoke of looking for a few people who had disappeared whom had been on their list for execution. The woods being near their homes...and the only place they could of gone. I haven’t spotted anybody else...though these bootprints may be promising. If they are, it still doesn’t mean I have a greater chance of survival..it could just mean the death of me as well for they could steal what I have. The bootprints grew more apart, and I could tell the person had broke into a run. My pace quickened, and I jogged along side of the trail. Snow began to lightly fall from the sky and I found myself breaking into a run, cursing under my breath. Great, I better find this person fast.
Suddenly the tracks ended. I scanned around myself. Tall trees with good leverage surrounded me; the trees closely packed together. I felt hope spark within me. There was a short lived joy within myself replaced with hopelessness. But now there was a bigger issue. It would be almost impossible to figure out the direction in which they had traveled. I sighed, and pushed myself up the tree, grabbing onto a sturdy branch, hoisting myself up.
“Looking for me?” came a female’s voice from below. I jumped a bit, startled, eyes darting around as I searched for the location of the voice. I saw movement in the snow as a women dressed in all white stood up, snow covering her.
I raised my gun up and clicked the safety off,”Who are you?” I questioned, narrowing my eyes as I scanned the stranger.
She giggled and wiped some of the snow off herself, throwing down her hood, revealing blue eyes and a gentle, friendly, smile,”No need to be frightened. I won’t hurt you, I promise,” she smiled at me, and stuck out her arm,”I’m Ashley,” she greeted.
I lowered the gun, slinging it back over my shoulder. “Alexis..” I mumbled, and hopped down from the tree, shaking her hand cautiously, my eyes lowered, spotting a machete fastened to her belt.
Her gaze followed mine, and she ran her fingers through her straight black hair, giggling,”I need some sort of weapon, don’t I?”
I narrowed my eyes, looking up at her,”..uh..yeah,” I mumbled, and glanced around, the snow falling from the sky in thick clumps.
Dread
Dread. My heart pounded as I shuffled through the hallway, darkness enclosing me. I could see nothing, the darkness suffocating-almost intoxicating. Beads of sweat trickled down my my forehead, scanning around myself. It felt like...like someone was watching me. Watching my every move..
I didn’t feel as if my body was my own as I wandered through the hallways. My movement was impaired, and I proceeded very slowly, feeling as if I was in a drunken state of mind.
It had been oddly quiet before, but now whispering echoed throughout the halls. The voices became deafening, and I dropped down to my knees, covering my ears with my hands, willing for this nightmare to end. I screamed and wailed, tears streaming down my face.
Suddenly the image of a grotesque creature flashed in my mind. It’s flesh rotting off it’s face-black holes where it’s eyes should've been, a beastly grin on it’s face. A horrid laugh erupted from it, it echoing in my head as I was jerked awake from my horrendous nightmare.
