Month: October 2011

Dear Reader
If you have stumbled upon this story in the hopes of happy tales about pretty little elves and unicorns, then I am afraid you’re reading the wrong story entirely.
For this is a tale of sadness, despair, hatred and revenge and many other woes I am saddened to describe to you

This is a tale about a little girl named Odd. She is sent by her “Papa” to locate and return three other patients to the “hospital” they escaped from. After learning the truth about the “hospital”, Odd runs away in the hopes of starting a new life, where nobody knew her. When people begin to push her away, Odd finally snaps and begins to take revenge on the whole of humankind. Nobody can stop her. No-one at all except for a mysterious child, who lives far, far to the north…

If this is not your type of story, I suggest you move on. For those of you brave enough to read on, I must warn you…the woe starts as soon as this introduction is over…

CHAPTER ONE – Papa…you came back!

Thunder crashed like a thousand drums in the black sky. Lightening struck the institute repeatedly. Another scream joined the many others that were crying out in pain.
“That’s number 6 we’ve lost sir” a scientist announced as a limp body slid down the white wall, leaving behind a dark red, sticky trail of blood.
“Number 1 isn’t responding sir…”

A young man in a blue suit removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose in exsperation. He was getting desperate by now. But suddenly, there was a breakthrough. A young woman in white overalls and tinted glasses scrambled towards him, clutching a clipboard and fizzing with positive excitement.
“Number 3! Come quickly. She is responding to the experiments. We may have found our warrior!” the woman was immediately silenced by another scientist.
“She may be in a state of shock right now, but number 3 is one to ask questions. We do not need to raise the concerns…” he told her sternly, peering over his mask.

“It always seems to be the white haired, silver eyed ones…,” the young man in a blue suit thought quietly. He raised his tone, turning to the group of scientists, who were pressing an array of buttons.
“Stop the experiments for now. I wish to speak to 3…” he commanded. The machine was turned off and a door opened. The young man strolled in towards the young child-like figure, who was huddled in the corner, arms folded across her chest, restrained by a strait jacket.

“Hello 3…” the young man whispered, kneeling down in front of the child. 3 raised her head. Her once white hair was now dirty and matted, skin pale and bruised purple. Blood poured from a wound in her head. Tape was strapped across her mouth. Silver eyes glared up at the young man. He gently removed the tape from 3′s mouth to reveal chapped lips, bleeding and painted scarlet. The mouth stretched into a smile and pure joy lit up her expression
“Papa! Oh Papa! It’s really you! You said you’d come back and you did! Now we can all go home to Mama again and be one big happy family just like you promised Papa! I dreamt of you for so long and now you’re finally here!”
“Be quiet 3….and stop that silly story. I am not your Papa…,” ‘Papa’ snapped. 3 withdrew back into the shadows, a disappointed and undeniably upset sigh escaping her lips.
‘Papa’ stood up and calmly walked away from her. He’d give 3 some time to think before tackling the situation he had in hand for her. He turned to the scientists
“Postpone all experiments on 3 until I say otherwise…I feel she may be exactly what we need…not like useless 5 and 9…” ‘Papa’ said, producing two polaroid photos from his pocket. He gazed down at them as the scientists turned the machines off and began to write down 3′s progress.

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UGGHHHHHH THIS TOOK SO LONG! I was tackling writers block…eh….comments please xx they would be greatly appreciated x
xThreeDaysGracex

DREAMS
Dreams, they bubble up in our head.
We experience them in our bed.
Some can be terrifying, filled with our worst fears.
But some could be wonderful, filled with cheers.
Dreams could be sneaky little creatures.
They can have scary, creepy features.
So be careful with a dream.
They are not always what they seem.

Chapter 4

Weathering (no pun intended) out the Storm

  I was getting cramped in the tent and had been raining for hours. The steady beating of the drops on the canvas put Meadowsweet into a stupor. A chill in the air had been brought by the rain and she was hugging her knees. “Meadowsweet,” She turned “I know you might have considered it rude to,” Nick started.

“Take me against me against my will with no idea who you are, what you doing and why you took me?” Meadowsweet scowled. She was getting grumpy after being in a small confine space for so long.

“Yes,” he looked uncomfortable. “Well the thing is that Harold, Jerard, and I are from the kingdom of Radorham. Another kingdom, Apet has stolen a scroll from are kingdom. It is an anchient scroll, and very important to the history of are kingdom. We are trying to get it back. You are going to help us.”

“How far is Apet from here?” she asked.

“It’s about five days hard ride from here,” now Jerard spoke. “Thieves are in these woods. We will have to be careful.”

The last rumble of thunder receded of in to the distance.

Though still raining they began to pack up the tent.

He inches his way in
Into my heart
Into my arms
And acts as if he cares
He draws me in
And calls me his Love
What he really meant
Is not what he says
‘Happily ever after’
Its just a lie
He feeds from my pain
The pain he caused
He never cared
He never Loved
It was an act
In the cruelest way
He crushed my heart
Now leave me be
Leave me to my anguish
Leave me to my sorrow
It once was you and I
But there is no us any more
Don’t pretend you care
Don’t pretend it matters
Because to you
It was nothing
I’m nothing but a girl
That has fallen for your tricks
So leave me be
And don’t come back
Never come back to me

Chapter 3

 Names are Known

Meadowsweet woke up the rock. Facing the color streaked sky as the sun rose over the horizon. Birds were chirping there jubilant songs and shafts of sunlight cut through the trees. She slowly got up and stretched.  Getting her bearings she walked over to the tent where the men slept. She was in a state of submission now. If she left she would have no idea where to go. She really didn’t have any choice but to stay.

She went back to the tent. It was quiet so they assumed they were still sleeping. She was very hungry so Meadowsweet when out to look for some food. Not to far of their was a thicket of raspberries. They were in there prime and bursting with flavor. The tart juice died her fingers red. It started to sprinkle. Slowly it began to steadily rain. The water dripped down her arms.

Meadowsweet loved the rain. It was the freshest smell in the world. Thunder rumbled with a gentle purr. Then she heard loud rustling in the woods. She hid behind a tree waiting. Out of the trees came Nick he was shivering with the cold of the rain. Meadowsweet stepped out from behind the tree. “There you are…”

” Meadowsweet,” she said.

“I woke up with it thundering and you were gone. I went looking for you.”

“I’m fine, I love the rain, Nick.”

He looked surprised but did not say anything. They walked back to the camp. The rain then went from a steady rain to a pouring storm. Meadowsweet finally submitted to being in the tent. They all sat around drinking warm cups of water. She was happy in acceptents.

Wake up in the morning
From a dream about you
About a time we were laughing
A time we were in Love
I try to fall back to sleep
Cuz I know when I’m awake
I won’t get to see your amazing face
I won’t be able to hear your voice
Whisper that you Love me
I know when I am awake
That my dream was just a dream
So if anyone wants me
I’ll be sleeping
Because in that world
Filled with my dreams
Is where you will be
You’ll be in my arms
Forever and ever
Never to leave my side
So I drift back to sleep
All in a daze
Wishing you were here
In my arms
Wishing you would Love me
Wishing you would take me back
But never again can happen
Outside of my dreams

Laying in my bed
Face down in the pillows
Heart hammering
Fist shaking
Tears bursting from my eyes
You left me that night
You left me alone
Alone with my darkest fears
The fear that you would leave me
Had finally came true
Was it me?
Was it you?
Doesn’t matter who it was
All I really do know
Is that I love you
With all my heart
And I can’t just let it all go
You know I hurt
You know I cry
But still you turn away
You turn your head
As if you hadn’t seen
The pain in my eyes
As I glance your way
A tear travels
Down my cheek
And forever it will stain
The part of my heart
That has gone missing
Since you came into my life
And took it away

I burn inside
The fire flares
Burning up the Love we once shared
Is it gone?
Is it hidden?
Was I wrong?
Because I remember
It was you who told me
That you Loved me
As I think of those words
That you had once said
I reminisce of all the times
We had shared
All those laughs
All those kisses
All my hugs
All my wishes
What once was mine is now forever yours
Keep my heart
And keep it safe
I don’t want it back
Because without you
There is no Love to be had

I swim all alone
In my pool of tears
Nobody knows I’m here
I swim around
In search of care
In search of Love
Looking for somebody
Anybody
Anyone who cares
I call out names
With cries of hope
My calling is hopeless
Because nobody’s here
Nobody wants
A hurting Little Girl
Nobody wants to care
Shes too much effort
For their light little hearts
Too worthless
For anyones need
They know I’m missing
But the don’t even search
So I swim alone
In my own pool
Filled with tears

The pain
The hurt
All trapped inside a bubble
A bubble in place of my heart
But whom is responsible?
My mother?
My father?
No, it was you
You who I trusted
You who I loved
You who was given my heart, my soul
You were my everything
And now you stole
You stole my trust
You stole my love
You stole my heart
Where you put them
Only you’ll ever know
Buried with your sea of treasures
Gone
and lost forever

They stare at my face

With judging eyes

As another tear

Falls from my cheek

They snicker

And laugh

As I lope through the halls

Trying to get away

My lope turns to a jog

As I run through the doors

I only find myself back where I started

Around in circles I follow other’s steps

Never quite ending

Where I’d like

My strut turns to a mess

And finally I come to my senses

But with all my confusion

I drove myself to a dead end

No where to go

No where to hide

Just me

Faced with my consequences

Halloween

Halloween is a night of terror and fear.

We are all luck it only happens once a year.

Witches and vampires roam through the night.

They scare us to a new height.

Skeletons and zombies emerge from their graves.

They are hungry for humans, for they’ve been in the ground for days.

Gigantic, green, trolls stomp on and on.

People screaming, wishing they’d gone.

Halloween could be a truly freighting time.

So stay inside, lock your doors, unless you want the monsters to dine.

The Cat Tales 1

The Great  Journey  for Food

Once upon a time in a country far- far away there was a great family of  cats. They were very caring and loving to each other. In the  summer they hunted for food and shared it among each other in winter and were always ready to face the winter. Unfortunately one summer all the animals migrated  .Food was scarce and the cats suffered starvation in winter. The clan leader organized a meeting for all cats to find a  solution. One of the intelligent cats suggested a wonderful idea. The leader and other old  noble cats gave their approval. Then the decision was made  to divide all the cats into for groups and begin  THE GREAT JOURNEY  FOR FOOD.

The first group was sent to south they were warmly welcomed by the eastern wind. They found that the forest they were in was plentiful in mice. But as luck  was not on their side they could not even catch a single mouse. But as night fell the luck turned to the predators side. They got a fresh catch of mice and were returning home with their share. Meanwhile the cats in the east were not having a good day. T   hey had lost their way in the jungle. They met the cats who caught mice and returned home happily. At the same time the cats in the north met the cats the going towards the west they were traveling home together with a good catch of fish  but they were caught in the avalanche and many of them died . some of them who survived the avalanche saw a lake nearby and went there and to their delight there was a paddle boat. They were very sad that the fish was lost in the chaos and confusion made by the avalanche. But when they were paddling their boat they found that the boat had a refrigerator full of iced fish and the cats went home with the fish. The cats were relieved that they reached  home safely and celebration and harmony spread throughout the country and the great food fest began.

A story  by Asif Riaz

Staring blankly out the window.Watching the water splash on the panes of the glass wall that divided him from the rest of the world.Not like he had wanted to join the rest of the world.They weren’t like him.They were ignorant and stupid.Animals had more sense than them.Animals didn’t call you names and talk behind your back like your so-called friends.Sometimes he wanted to block the world out.Not the world itself,just it’s human inhabitants.He wished to fade into the forest,to be caught in the web of bliss.It was a paradise unlike any other.Once he found his kingdom,he settled into a state of unconsciousness that overwhelmed him with joy.He went to great measures to prevent the world from finding him and ripping him from his sanctum.He wished he could go to his beloved forest.He asked no one in particular “Why does this world strive for peace through war?” But the only answer he got was the pattering of rain on the window.

CHAINS

Chapter 1

Is it just me or are big long streaking silver metal chains dangerous to you when someone is using them as a weapon? Well in my case, yeah I’m about to be killed by them. But to get you on track here let me start from the beginning, it was just me and my best friend Cassie walking through the hallway at Shelton High School.

My name is Caroline and when you keep reading my story you won’t believe the twists inside. So, Cassie and I were walking through the hall and we were talking about our plans for this weekend when Cassie slammed into a new gothic kid with chains all twisted around his hand. Cassie fell on the floor and got up with a glare and said, “Watch where you are going freak!” then I told her “Clam down Cassie it was just an accident. No! I’m not going to let a dork like this kid tripped me in front of everyone!” He had a big black sweatshirt on his face blocked by his hood. He raised his head and said “Don’t do something you will regret Cassie.” Then Cassie said “OOOO I’m sooo scared!” I grabbed her shoulder fiercely and we walked down the hall to our next class wondering what the kid meant when he said don’t do something you’ll regret.

Chapter 2

Cassie was walking through the halls alone looking for her history teacher because she forgot her text book and she yelled “Is anyone here, hello?” she glanced down and the hallway and saw…, the Gothic child standing right there. “I’m here,” he said “and I have unfinished business.” “What do you mean?” Cassie said. He didn’t speak a word but he tapped the chains on his hand to his leg and they made a clink, clink, and clink.  Then the chain unraveled from his arm and Cassie noticed it was one long metal chain and like a flash he threw the chain over at Cassie with extreme strength. It had wrapped around her tightly while she was screaming as he pulled her into him and began to drag her down to the basement.

Chapter 3

Cassie never came to meet me on the weekend so after school ended on Monday I stayed after looking for her when as I was walking to the second hall on the third floor I saw the Gothic child. “Looking for Cassie, cause she is gone” “Where did you take her?!” “Nowhere, and now it time for you !” he took the chains out of his sleeves and hit them at the giant window behind me as I watched the glass fall down to the first floor lobby he hit me with the chain and I was screaming as I was holding on to the edge and he was about to kick me off but then something amazing happed.

Cassie was behind him and she grabbed the chains and tied him to a pole on the third floor and she

helped me up and we hugged for hours as that terrible couple of days came to an end; the child was put in jail and never seen again.

TO BE CONTINUED