Month: November 2011

Talking to you again
Its like a sigh of relief
Like the cool wind
On a hot summer’s day
A sigh of relief that blows through my life
That refills my lungs with air
During the time
You went missing from my world
It was like a state of war
Happening inside my head
Was like the dry Autumn evening
That makes you crave a breath of cool moist air
And now with you back in my life
The air is filling my lungs
The relief is filling my life
But today is different
This time isn’t the same
You aren’t the air keeping me alive
Just the gust helping it along
We’ll talk and reminisce
Of all the times
Good and bad
We’ll talk of our life
And what it has become
Nothing more
Nothing less
Just two friends
Figuring out a mess
Times will get better
We will perceiver
But you and I
Just talking as friends
Is something
I thought I would never hear

I woke up when Blaze suddenly decided to move and sent my head toppling onto the ground. The sun was just peaking over the horizon and was warm against my cold skin when it him me. Ryan’s horse hadn’t move but was awake and kind enough of stay down and let him sleep.

“Why can’t you be more considerate like Ryan’s horse?” I whispered to Blaze. He whinnied in response.

The fire had long went out and no wood was left but I took a can of hot embers that could be used to start a fire. Ryan had finally woken from the glare the bright sun and I quickly packed and was on the move in less time it took Ryan to get on the saddle.

“Where are we going?”

“Don’t know. How much water is left?”

“I only have 3 skins left.”

“Well if we ration it out, we could easily make it last for 4 days. We’ll head south.”

We walked most of the day setting up a cover tent in the middle of the day to protect us from the hot sun but kept moving once the heat was less intense. This went on for a few days and the whole  time Ryan wouldn’t stop talking. I didn’t mind at first. In fact I enjoyed learning about his childhood and what he did and how he got to be sure a high rank person in the Savvy tribe. But after the 3rd day, it all sounded the same. Finally on the 4th day something actually happened.

“Uhh you see the trees too right? Or am I crazy.”

“No you’re pretty sane. Either that or I’m crazy too.”

In the distance we spotted some palm trees and speed up to see if it really was an oasis. A large pool of water the size of a swimming pool was a few feet deep into the ground and surrounded by thriving plants.

“See? I told you. My instinct never fails me.” I looked at Ryan with raised eyebrows and he grinned at me. Water = bath. At least that’s what Ryan was thinking.

“I’m taking a bath. Don’t look.”

I heard a loud splash while I was setting up camp. The sun didn’t even set but I figured we should stay for a little while and rest up. The horse weren’t even thinking of walking away from camp and stayed in the shade of the palms. Ryan finally came back with wet hair and drops of water still staining his face with his shirt damp from his wet skin but quickly drying in the sun that was soon to set. I grabbed my bag of cloths and went down to the water to clean them. Two weeks in the deserts with only four pairs of cloths leaves them very dirty and I may not get another chance to wash up. Ryan was close behind me and while I scrubbed my cloths with wet sand I scooped up from the bottom of the pool. I washed it out and left the cloths out to dry on a branch of a palm.

“Don’t look.” I told Ryan.

“I wouldn’t dare.” He exaggerated. Ryan turned away from me and leaned against a tree.

I dived into the water and was comforted by its warm feel. I took sand and washed myself as best as I could. I noticed Ryan’s head was slowly turning to look at me over his shoulder. I grabbed sand and right when I saw the corner of his eye threw it in his face. He laughed and rubbed the sand out of his red eyes. I quickly finished and got out of the water to dress in an area hidden from view then air dried my hair. I came back close to the fire made out palm tree bark and dead plants and took the blanket Ryan once again took out of his bag. The sun was beginning to set and the night time chill was rolling in. Finally all of the light was gone except for the shine of the half-moon and stars over head.      I leaned back a little and craned my neck so that I could see all of the beautiful constellations that were visible only in this area of the world. Ryan leaned closer to me so his hand was only inches away from mine. At some point I must have fallen asleep because I remember nothing after that. All I can remember was walking up with my head in Ryan’s lap. I scowled at myself for doing such a thing while I’m still engaged. He was still asleep and leaning against a tree with the blanket draped over his shoulders from the front. Nothing much happened that day. All we did was sleep and bath and sleep again, resting up for the long journey ahead of us. Two days later we finally packed up and left with the water skins overflowing with water and continued to head south. This time Ryan was silent and absorbed in his own thoughts. I wanted to ask what was on his mind but didn’t, afraid that he would launch into another one of his long speeches. Nothing happened, we didn’t run out of water, it was a long and boring trip… till we hit the mountain.

In cat city an election was going on to elect the new clan leader. Meanwhile in a dog country in Asia there was another election going on. A new leader was elected his name was doggie khan. He was a very cruel and angry dog who wanted to capture cat city . In cat city too a new leader was elected and he was called MARCUS. Unexpectedly the dog hordes lead by Doggie Khan attacked cat city. The poor cats were defenseless against him as they were in the harmony of celebration. The military cats along with MARCUS escaped into the woods and were  chased by the dogs. They wanted to make a new city and prepare to capture their city back. After listening to an inspirational speech from Marcus they set of to find a good place to build their new city and found a gap between two mountains where they could counter Doggie khan easily and camouflage themselves. So they went there and with the resources that they had they started to build the new city. They knew that Doggie Khan could attack them during construction.  So under the leadership of Marcus the warrior cats collected lumber and made watch towers on the trees from where they could attack Doggie khan safely. Meanwhile the cats who were constructing the new city went to seek the help of their friends, The BEAVERS. The beavers also had a small city under ground. But the beaver chieftain had a demand that they should help them to collect food. The beavers came to help with some wood and rocks and the construction went on at great speed & everything was made steady and the new city was ready in perfect shape for war. After the city was made  the cats did the job of catching fish and giving it to the beavers. Meanwhile Marcus and Doggie Khan had their own problem and Doggie Khan sent the challenge of war and Marcus already had that in mind  .

To be continued ………..

There is a road somewhere,
Somewhere unknown,
A road that stays,
Secret and alone.

Who knows where it leads,
But it goes where it needs,

I step across this broken road,
At night and during the day,
I stop and think about it ,every time I play,
My life will never be the same,
Its always going to be lame.

This broken road is my small little heart,
It leads its own way,
When I want it to stay,
But its time for it to go away.

My death is coming near,
Mother, please do stay clear,
The angels are waiting,
I will not live to go dating.

This broken road of mine,
Is healing as on time,
I’m happier and smiling,
I’m okay now Mother,
There’s no need to be lying.

Introduction:

I gaze out the window. Scorching light is streaming into our prison cell, and just outside of that horrid, thick glass is land–land that stretches for what seems like forever. Being stuck here for ten years; I guess it was sort of my fault. I murdered my boyfriend since he was rather violent, but taking away my freedom? I would rather be dead. Two years have gone down the drain, and now many more to fly out the window as well. That is, if anything was able to escape the window.

Escape. That’s when it hits me. Drake slants against the wall in the corner, playing with his fingers. My heart races with excitement;

I push away a black curl that topples in front of my face and skid across the floor on my knees. Drake stares at me surprised, and loses amusement with playing with his fingers.

“What are you doing?” he questions as he gingerly stands to his feet.

“I just thought of something, something absolutely fantastic.” I grin grabbing Drake by the shoulders, pulling him closer, chest to chest. I lean over to his ear and cuffing my mouth with two hands.

“Escape.”

Part 1 :

Drake stares at me shocked,
“You didn’t think of that… Hmm, maybe two years ago. Instead of now”

Drake hisses. He blinks, stares at me and what seems like he was letting all his anger out. He presses his wet lips against mine, takes my hand then places it on his shoulder.

“What do you want from me now?” I ask taking a step away from him, wiping my lips with a hand in disgust.

“Oh nothing, “He snickers darting his eyes around the cell. I take a long stare at him. Earlier in the cafeteria he was flirting with the young cafeteria lady, and now he kisses me?

“What was with you flirting with that new cafeteria girl, Annabelle?” I question crossing my arms remembering her printed name on her bright  red shirt.

“What aren’t I allowed to? I really wanted Jell-O and the Prison map” He laughs, slipping the map from his pocket onto our small table centered in our cell.

“A map! Were you to planning to escape, and didn’t tell me?” I snap  punching him in the stomach.  Drake groaned with pain and fell to the filthy stoned floor clenching his stomach.

“For a girl like you, you are quiet a feisty one” He smiles again standing to his feet, trying to recuperate.

“No I am not” I sneer staring down at my orange suit with a big black ‘M’ on the pocket which stands for Murder, fortunately of course I didn’t do.

“I was gradually going to tell you after I plan it out. No one knows our plan, and Annabelle is so stupid. She must have thought I liked her. I’m not that good looking” He retorts. You see, but Drake is good looking and an eye opener to girls. He has curly brown hair, green eyes and a few freckles across his nose and cheeks. Any girl is lucky to catch him, but at times I find him too annoying and goofy, he doesn’t take the prison seriously. He’s made friends with our cell guards, though as a guard it’s illegal to do this.

“ Oh okay,” I think over.
“ Lets shut the curtains in front of the bars to get some privacy, so we can start our planning” I say forcing a smile across my face. I moved away from the table and stretched out my arms grabbing the dirty gray curtains pulling them together. Usually when someone pulls the curtains, it means that their close to death or sick. All eyes were cast upon me, even the guards stared at me in shock thinking Drake has gotten terribly sick. I shook my head dazedly and tied the curtains together will a large rope.

“So I thought Eden, maybe when we go to the cafeteria tomorrow, for breakfast to grab some spoons, forks and plastic knives. That we could dig a hole through the wall. We will only do it during the night and during the day keep the curtains shut and cover the hole with one of your posters of the Spice Girls,” He grinned feeling so proud of himself.

“Uhh… seems like a ton of work but have you looked at the wall. Its made from stone Drake, stone. Not rubber or plastics. ..”

Drake buts in.
“But, but , it could still work. Its not like you have a better idea”

“Um… I do actually. Why don’t we escape from the window?” I insist leaning against it, crossing my arms. Drake stands still, breathing in my face. It smelt like last months dump. We haven’t brushed our teeth since last week.

“We could, yes. But do you realize how thick the glass is? And there is like 10cm bars” Drake said tapping the glass with his dirty nails.

“Fine, then we will get the stupid spoons and scoop the wall out ,gosh” I squeaked in a funny voice, stamping to my top bunk.

“Good night Eden” Drake shouted sitting down on his bed getting ready to sort out tomorrow’s day. I ignored him and which seemed, fell asleep instantly.

Sobbing and moaning
Crying and whining
Bawling tears
Thinking of my sad sop story
Again and again
The story you and I had created
The story of me and you
A girl and a boy
So madly in love
Nothing could reach us
Nothing could break us apart
Until the day
We got in that fight
I think to myself
Was it really all worth it
Should I really have stood my ground
Was it worth losing you
Was it worth all the sorrow
But then I reminisce of all of our issues
Of all the control
All of the hate
All of the fear
Maybe holding my ground
And standing up for my right
Was really worth all the pain
As I continue my train of thought
And am thinking of how much I want you back
I remember the pain you had brought me
And decide I can never get you back
I can never take you back
So why am I crying?
The past is the past
Your in my past
But won’t be in my future
So why cry and moan
Over pain that seems never will be repaired
Over hurt that indicates it will never end
If I’m not going to fix it
If I’m not going to take you back
Then all my bawling
And all my sobs
Does nothing for me
It doesn’t help with the pain
It doesn’t help with the hurt
The one thing that can help
The only one thing
That can resolve my hurt
Is moving on
I won’t forget you
You won’t be too far
You’ll always be in my memory
But for now I have to set you aside
Because all my regret
And all my crying
All the memories we had made
None of it will help me
Get over you
None of it will guide me
Away from the pain
I’ll hold my head high
I’ll go on with my day
I’ll set you aside
But I won’t forget you
You just won’t be on my mind

Chapter One: The City

The boy led Belle and her mother down the two blocks, through the crowds, and to the large hospital buildings.

“This is the hospital,” the boy nodded towards the large automatic glass doors.

“Go, then,” Belle nudged him forward. They had lost enough time and didn’t need him clogging up the door.

“I’m going!” the boy said. He walked through the double doors and Belle and Delila followed. Inside, the floor was made of cool, white marble. The walls had moving pictures on them, as if the whole room was a TV. Pictures of doctors taking past and nurses filled the screens. A long marble desk was against the far left wall. Behind the desk, was a young woman only a few years older than Belle, maybe 19. She looked up when the buy marched up to the desk.

“Damon!” the girl smiled, “Have you broken your arm again?” She didn’t seemed surprised at all, “Well you know the Dr. is busy. He’ll let you in when he’s done with his current patient.”

The boy–Damon–nodded. He walked back to us, “The Dr. will see me shortly. Uh, thanks for seeing me here, Mrs. …um?”

“Mrs. Marks,”Delila answered,” Call me Delila.”

“I’m Damon,” Damon said. He turned to Belle, “Sorry for bumping into you. Can I have your name?”

Belle crossed her arms and frowned. She tried to ignore him, but Delila poked her in the ribs so she said grudgingly, “Belle. My name is Belle.”

“Cool,” the boy grinned, “Are you going to school here?”

“I suppose,” Belle nodded her head toward the window at the tall white dorm building, “I’m staying there and going to Swan League High.”

Damon laughed, “What’s do you know! I go there too! You must be the new kid the teachers have been mentioning.”

“Wonderful,” Belle muttered.

“Well, Damon, I’m glad you’ll get that arm fixed, but I better get Belle to her dorms,” Delila laughed, “Be careful next time.”

“I will Mrs. Marks, uh Delila,” he looked at Belle and smiled, “Maybe I’ll bump into you at school.”

“I hope not,” Belle said under her breathe, “You might break my arm.”

He didn’t seem to hear, “See ya.” He walked to a large chair in the waiting room an sat down.

Belle turned slowly and pulled her mother out the doors.

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Damon waited in the waiting room for 10 minutes until a nurse came and said, “The Dr. is ready for you, young man.”

He walked behind her until they reach the Dr.’s room. She smiled at him and said, “Go right in.” She left him then. Damon pushed open the door and entered. The Dr. was sitting in a floating chair that hung a few inches off the ground. His back was turned, but Damon could see the white lab coat he wore and his gray-white hair was tied in its usual ponytail.

“Dr. Swengaurd, I broke my arm again.”

The Dr. spun his chair around. His face broke into a smile when he saw Damon, “Damon, my boy! How are you?”

“Ah…a little broken.”

“Of course you are. Your work is dangerous. What was it this time? A stamping machine? A drop off a Zip Car?” he took Damon by the unbroken arm and pulled him to a workbench.

“Nope,” Damon shook his head as the Dr. pulled up his sleeve to examine the arm, “A chase. The subject chased me through the city.”

“Hmm,” the Dr. nodded, “Did he follow you here?” He pressed down on Damon’s wrist. Pop! A button popped up. It was sticking out of Damon’s wrist. Damon didn’t even blink. The Dr. pressed the button. Damon’s skin peeled back. From the elbow down the skin simply peeled down like wallpaper peeling off a wall. Underneath, instead of bones, matallic material made up Damon’s arm. A deep crack split the piece of metal into two.

“Na,” Damon shook his head, “I lost them.”

To be Continued…

Chapter One: The City

Belle Marks stood, staring at the sight above her. A huge city. Skyscraper at least 100 stories or more. Rows and rows of flying cars zoomed overhead,  through the sky.

“Belle?” Delila Marks rested her hand on her daughter’s shoulder, “How are you feeling?” 

Bella looked at her mother, “Moving me to the city isn’t going to make me feel better, Mom.”

Delila sighed, “That’s what you think, dear. However, I believe that Dr. Holly knew what she was saying when she recomended you move here.”

“She doesn’t know what’s really going on with me–no one does.”

Delila shrugged, “Let’s see what they do know.” She led Belle away from the Bullet Train that had brought Belle from her home in the south, where she and her mother, father, and baby brother had lived in a beautiful past preserve.

The past preserve was a vast strech of land set aside for the people who did not wish to live in the large new cities. In the past preserves, people lived without hologram conmunicaters (HC), Xip Cars, or even Internet in the Eye (IE). They lived with things people used back in the day such as TVs, cars that drove on the ground, and lamps.

“Belle,” Delila was leading Belle down to the exit, “I am going to drop you off at the dormitories and than take the next Bullet Train home, all right?”

“Um…ya, sure.” Belle wasn’t sure, not really. It was the first time in her 16 years that she had stayed away from her family for more than a night.

“That’s my brave girl,” Delila smiled, “Always putting on your game face.” She pinched Belle’s cheek like she was still five and than stepped out onto the busy street. Thousands of people walked up and down the street and more entered and exited shops. Above, Zip Cars zoomed by.

Delila looked around than pointed down the street to a large building. It was white and had thousands of windows, “There it is. The Swan League High School Dorms.”

Belle sighed, “Well, let’s get this over with.” She walked down the street after her mother. Suddenly, someone rammed into her. Belle found herself on the ground. Her shoulder bag was open and a few books she had brought were out on the street. She grabbed them before they could be trampled. She stood up and angrily turned to confront the runner. He was still on the ground, holding his arm. 

“Excuse me?” Belle cried, “But you really should watch where you are running! Don’t you think people would rather not end up on the ground?”

Delila placed her hadn on Belle’s shoulder, “Sweety, relax.” Belle took a deep breath, “Right, sorry.”

The boyt got up. He brushed himself off and then looked at her. He was…different. He had hair so dark, there was a slight tint of purple. He had golden eyes that stared at Belle. There was a hint of apology in those eyes, but the pain overrode it. He was clutching at his arm. 

“A-are you alright?” Belle asked.

“I don’t think so,” the boys voice was a little rough, “My arm feels broken.”

“You should go to the hospital. Do you know where one is?” Delila asked. She stepped up to the boy and took his arm.

He nodded, “Ya, there’s one a few blocks away. I-I can take a M-cab.”

“Hmmm…”Delila looked at Belle then said, “I’m taking my daughter to her dorm, but I guess we can see you to the hospital.”

Belle groaned. It was just like her mother to put other’s before herself. She was always doing things like this for people. 

“See his to the hospital?” Belle asked increduosly. She knew she was acting rotten, but she couldn’y help it. She was in a new place, about to be parted from her family and what did this boy do? He made her day a whole lot harder. Now she would have go all the way through this bustling crowd and see him to the hospital. It made her feel…what? What was her problem? Even she didn’t know.

“Fine,” Belle nodded at the boy, “Lead on.”

To be Continued…

What is a word so fragile that when you say the word it breaks?

There is a blind beggar who has a brother but that brother has no brothers! How can this be?

I pushed thoughts of Lucy, John, and Ryan out of my head by staying as busy as possible. Whenever I was riding, I scanned the terrain so closely that my eyes hurt. Right when I hopped off of Blaze, I instantly set up camp with a fire and cooked myself food that I had killed along the way or food from the Savvy camp. But I tried not to think much about it. The trees began to thin out and the ground grew dry and sandy until I was positive that I was entering the desert which meant I was head south west. I made many rookie mistakes while in the wilderness and mentally slapped myself for becoming so domesticated at the Savvy camp with all of its luxuries like hot water, food cooked for you, and no duties at all. It made me soft and didn’t help me at all when it came down to what really matters. Like survival. I wandered in the dry desert slowly dehydrating but alive. I thought of turning back around but it was just a passing thought. I don’t know what kept me going but I felt determined to head deeper into the desert. Most of my water went to Blaze because I knew that if he was down than I would surly be dead and there was no turning back now. The days seemed to be longer and hotter and the nights shorter and colder. I ended up leaning against Blaze’s warm body for warmth during the nights. It’s been 5 days out in the desert and there were no sights of water and my water skins ran out so I was reduced down to drinking some of the cactus water where ever I find it but gave the majority of it to Blaze. Finally I dropped down on the ground and sat there for who knows how long. I was going in and out of consciousness and one time I actually thought I saw Ryan running toward me. The hallucinations began kicking in and I saw Ryan with water, splashing it on my face. I could see him tying his horse to mine and setting up a camp here and there franticly trying to stay alive. He would push me up on my horse and lead us in some direction and once tried to call my name. I thought of it all as just a dream or figments of my imagination but one day my eyes just snapped open and everything was clear. I felt a little thirsty but nothing to bad. My horse was standing out like a sore thumb in the middle of a dry, tan background…alive. There was a burning fire made of wood from who knows where. I looked around but no one was in sight and I knew that Ryan couldn’t possibly have followed me out here. Yet I still had a small hope in my heart that maybe he was the one who had rescued me. The sun was just setting and the air was getting chilly when a loud thudding sound came from behind me. There in the the distance I could just make out a man riding on his horse at full speed straight toward us. I looked up and smiled wildly thinking that it was Ryan but I told me self that I could be anyone so I hopped on Blaze and rode out to meet him. As I got closer I realized that he was wearing a towel wrapped around his head to cover his skin from the sun and I couldn’t see if it was Ryan or not. Finally we both stopped and stared at each other once we were so close that our horses were standing side by side.

“What do you want.” I asked after a moment.

“I wa tu coe fwif fu.” His voice was muffle by the wrap and he ripped it off to revel his very familiar face.

“I want to come with you.” He repeated. I looked at him and bubbled with the joy of him being here but it was quickly extinguished by the fact that he is leaving his whole future behind him.

“You can’t come.” I said with difficulty. I seem to be turning him down a lot.

“Yes I can and I am. It is my choice not yours. Your stuck with me whether you like it or not.”

“You are leaving behind your life, Ryan! I can’t let you do that.”

“Claire, don’t you understand that you are my life? Right when you left I felt like I’v been run over by a stampeding heard of cattle. Besides, I was supposed to be sent to the dungeons anyway remember?”

“Yeah but what about Alanna?”

“I’m sure she will figure out it’s over.”

“But-”

“No more excuses, Claire, you’r stuck with me. Deal with it.”

I hate admitting he was right so I turned Blaze around and galloped back towards camp and heard Ryan struggling to keep up with Blaze’s speed. I feed Blaze water when we got to camp and prodded at the fire a little. It started to get really cold and Ryan reeled out of his bag 2 thick blankets and food and water.

“Where did the wood come form?”

“I brought some from the forest but this is the last of it. I’m out.”

“How long was it since you found me? And how did you find me?”

“I found you 3 days ago and you left chopped up cacti behind. Now what are oyu doing in the desert anyway.”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? You come out here and almost die of dehydration and you say you don’t know why you did it? Were you trying to die?!?”

“No. I just felt like I should be heading out here. I felt the same way when I was heading toward your tribe.”

“What were you doing out in the woods anyway?”

I told him my story from the point when I was feeling sick to my stomach whenever I was in the Barbarian camp. He didn’t interrupt besides small questions like who is this and where I was. He understood every thing except when I told him about the bird in the cage.

“What bird?”

“There was a bird in a cage in the clearing where we meet and I set it free right before one of your men walked out. Didn’t you see the empty cage?”

“No I didn’t. And when I think about it, there wasn’t one there at all. Once when I was out scouting, I went back to the clearing and looked around closely. There was no cage.”

“But I know that it was there.”

“Maybe it fell out of the tree and broke into branches so it looked like everything else lying on the ground.”

“Or someone came back to take it down.”

“No that’s impossible. I was there in the clearing only hours before you showed up. There was no cage or bird. Unless…”

“Unless someone knew I was coming. And right when I left, they took it down.” We stared at each other with worried looks.

“Come on. We should get some sleep.” I said. We huddled against our horses and I slept.

Griffin suddenly landed on the New York streets with a bump. He groaned as New Year’s fireworks screamed as they shot across the sky, and then suddenly cracked as if they were laughing at him, spewing colors as the mobs of people cheered.

Griffin stood up and whipped the 1843 dust off of his ragged clothes. He looked around, watching for clues that would identify what year it was now. Before he could ask, the mobs of people pushed him, tossing him around as if he were a doll, all of their eyes glued to the fireworks, which were always a sight in Time Square. All Griffin knew was that this time, he’d skipped forward from 1843, but not as forward as 3045. He seemed to be in the… 21^st century?

Griffin’s heart skipped a beat. This was the century he’d originally lived in, wasn’t it? But that was impossible.

Griffin winced in remembrance as he thought of the day he’d received his curse, six years ago.

“Griffin McConnell, you have risked the possibility of bringing knowledge of the Fire Freaks to the humans, therefore you pick your punishment. Either suffer a lifetime in jail, or receive the Time Travel curse,” explained one of the Judges.

Griffin, being only eight then, chose the Time Travel curse, unaware of how much misery it would cause him.

The Judge eyed him suspiciously. “You understand that you’ll never be able to Travel to this time period again, that you’ll never see your family and friends, that every year on New Year’s Eve, you’ll move to a new time, prohibiting you to ever live in one place for more than a year. Your life will become a chase; you’ll never have a permanent home. You understand this?”

Griffin had nodded, and the five Judges, one being his father, approved this curse. A man in a black suit took Griffin by the arm and had burnt a Fire Freak symbol on his hand, to mark that he was an outcast. Later on, New Year’s had come, and Griffin went backward in time, the 1729. He’d been all alone, eight years of age, forced to find a home in a foreign time. He’d made close friends and attended a small school. It took him months to get used to not being able to use a phone, or watch his early Sunday morning cartoons. Even though Griffin had hated knowing his father and his old friends from the 21^st century hadn’t been born, he slowly, he began to enjoy the age of 1729. As soon as he had gotten used to the year, it was New Year’s again, and he went forward in time, to 4056.

Griffin had been dealing with this curse for six years. He had to make a new home every year.

Part 1: Prolouge: Cerina
My name is Cerina and I am sixteen years old. I have straight dark brown hair and ice blue eyes. I also have wings. I’m not dead. I’m not a freak. I’m just different. They come out from my shoulder blades and are sliver with black primaries. I only have 2 companions in this world. Fern is one, another 16 year old girl with deep brown eyes and soft, straight, dirty blond hair. Shaun is the other. He is also sixteen, and he has straight black hair and black eyes. We are a band of misfits. We each have a story. Here is where we tell them.

Part 2: Chapter 1: Fern
Obviously, my name is Fern. I have deep brown eyes and soft, straight, dirty blond hair. I am a sixteen year old girl, and this is my story.

I was an average 15 year old. I always had the most up-to-date clothes, hair, and even shoes. I can’t say I was popular, but I can’t say I didn’t have any friends, either. I went to an average, every day high school. I lived in the average, every day town of Arens, Florida. The town was fairly new, founded in 2013. It’s only 2022 now. I had always been the most average kind of girl you could find, until May 2, 2021.

I was walking to school that day, thinking about how happy I was to not have anything to carry. Yesterday was a Back-On-Trac day, where the teachers would give you a day long study hall with no homework. A nice break. Anyway, I was waiting for my friend Shaun when I heard an ominous rustle in the bushes. A shadowy forest stood in between two houses, directly next to me. I turned towards the woods, the source of the sound. I couldn’t see Shaun, and nobody was watching, so I slunk into the forest. A hunched figure waited in front of me. “It’s a girl!” The figure hissed. More figures emerged from the trees. The crouched man sprung up and strode towards me. “It’s okay….” The man murmured. He took my wrists and tied them together behind my back. He then used a spray bottle and sprayed a mist into the air, forcing me to inhale. I immediately felt drowsy and slipped away into unconsciousness.

Part 3: Chapter 2: Shaun
Clearly, my name is Shaun. I am a 16 year old, guy, I have black hair, and I have black eyes. I was always considered a “cool kid”, except that I didn’t want to be. I was mostly anti-social. Elizabre, my sister, was the popular one. Delilahbell was the mysterious one, the one nobody understood. The last of my sisters, Annabet, was a bit of a nerd. My father left us right after Delilahbell turned 9. He said “it was time” and took her with him. I haven’t seen either of them since. It’s been 5 years. My life changed January 16, 2021.

It was a weekend and I had it all to myself. I had told my parents I was going camping, which the let me do by myself often. I had also decided not to bring a tent. It never got that cold down here in Arens, and the forecast said no rain for the entire weekend. Walking deeper into the woods, I heard a rustle in the brushes. Turning around, a burly man leaped on top of me. “What do you want?” I growled. “None of you business!” He whispered. “Actually, I believe it’s-” I rolled us over so I was pinning him to the ground. “All of my business.” I finished. He tried to throw a punch at me, but I got him first. He glared up at me. “You shouldn’t have done that.” He whistled into the trees and I quickly covered his mouth. Someone must have heard him though, for the whistle was returned.

Meet Seth Allen, a fourth grader who goes to the school Allendale Elementary. Seth was wearing a blue t-shirt, dark black jeans, a hat that had a logo of MONSTER, and glasses that looked like ones as if he was a celebrity. He wasn’t the most popular kid in the school, but top 5 he was. He would probably be rated second or third. He would skateboard to his school because he only lived a mile away. His friend Michael would always stop by when they got to school and would want to ask to come over. Usually Seth would say yes, but today, Nada. “Hi Seth” A girl named Peggy Rider said. Seth didn’t reply but nodded with his friend, usually Seth does that to say ‘sup. Seth is a sort of kid who isn’t the most intelligent. He usually got B’s and C’s. On occasions he would get A’s and S’s. “Hey Allen. Over here”  a bully named Kevin said. “What do you want idiot” Seth asked. With one swing the bully tried to hit Seth. The fourth grader ducked, punched him in the stomach, and went away. “Ouch, Mommy” Kevin screamed. “HAHAHAHAHA” the children laughed and pointed at the bully.

Prologue:

Dr. Swengaurd was bent over something. It was an arm. The arm was made entirely out of metal. Wires colored blue and red created a tangled mass that looked impossible to untangle. A spark. The Dr. had struck something. He straightened his back, setting down the small pair of pliers on the table. On the metallic arm was a pad. On the pad were around 20 buttons of various colors and shapes. He pressed a button. The arm twitched. He pressed another button. A finger lifted up and pointed straight at him.

The Dr. laughed. At first it was a small chuckle of satisfaction. Soon it turned into a howl of triumph. It was loud and wild. It echoed around his almost empty work room. It traveled down the hall of his labratory and greeted any still-awake scientist who was working.

When the last gale of laughter had left him, the Dr. became sober once more. His long, grey hair reached his shoulders. Now he pulled it into a pony tail. He reached into a box and pulled out a pair of grey gloves. They were NoElectro Gloves. They kept the electricity out and away from your fingers.

He picked up the arm. Slowly, he carried to a bed. It was not really a bed. Just his workbench turned into a bed to acomidate its guest. Lying on the table cloth was a body. A metallic body. Some parts were uncovered and revealed wires and button pads. The scientist attched the arm. Now it was complete. The entire robot was done. Head to foot of metal and wires. Dr. Swengaurd pressed a button on its chest.

Nothing happened. Everything was still. Then…

Its eyes opened with a Click!

They were blood red…

To be Continnued…

Dear the Ex-BestMate.
Its like hell, the pain flaring through my heart at the thought of him. With my best friend. The rumors are spreading like wildfire. He is shooting looks in our direction. I blush, then notice you blushing too. It rips my heart out. My stomach twists in uncomfortable knots. I realize how close you two are. How much you love each other. And something inside me died. It collapsed. And even up to this day, i’m still not sure whether it was my heart. Or my respect for you. You were the ones i loved.
Faithfully, Caitlin. xXx

I look in the mirror
And glance at the girl
Staring back at me
Shes not what I remember
Shes not what I’d expect
Sad eyes
Tear streaked face
Her usual chocolate brown eyes
Were red and puffed
The freckles that crossed her face
Were glazed over with dried up tears
This was not her
This can’t be me
What happened to my eyes
What happened to my face
This isn’t me
This isn’t right
And so I leave the mirror
And head o the bathroom to wash up
Glancing at the razor
And then to my wrist
I quickly leave the bathroom
In fear of myself
In fright of what I would do
What would happen
What would I do
Nothing good
Can come of this
I go back to my reflection
In the mirror
Hanging from my wall
Looking past the eyes
Looking past the glaze
The girl in the mirror
Still is me
The chocolate brown eyes
Still are there
The freckles
Are still there underneath the glaze
I’ll always be me
Regardless of the looks

Of all the people I could’ve ran into on my way out, it had to be Mr. Steve. I had slept the night, packed my things on the morning after breakfast, and was about to head off on Blaze. But no of course not. Things just don’t work that way. With about 3 bags full of personal belongings and another 3 bags of food and water I swiped from the kitchen (sorry kitchen) I had headed out to the barn and ran right into Mr. Steve.

“Sophia?”

“Claire.” I mumbled but he didn’t hear.

“What are you doing with all of your bags?”

“It’s been a nice stay but I really have to get going now.”

“Now you can’t do that. I really think you should reconsider.”

“No I really have to leave. So many things to do and so little time.” He gave me a disapproving look.

“We can’t let you do that. You know to much. I’m afraid we’ll have to hold you as our prisoner instead now that you want to leave.” He twisted his glowing red bracelet and spoke into it.

“I’m gonna need some guards out here in fount of building 3, behind the stables.”

“Understood.” The bracelet said back.

In only a few seconds troops ran out from everywhere and surrounded me. I saw Ryan walk out with them but no in the ridiculous jumpsuits the others wore. What did you do? he mouthed to me. I shrugged my shoulders.

“Ryan, she is yours to take to the dungeons.” Mr.Steve said but Ryan didn’t move.

“No.” He said and Mr. Steve looked at him with surprise.

“What?”

“No. I won’t do it.” Mr. Steve narrowed his eyes.

“Troops. Take Ryan to the dungeon as well.”

Right at that point, the troops’ focus was on someone else and I took the chance to back-kick the man behind me right in the jaw. He drooped like a stone and I wrapped my legs around the neck of the man next to him when I spun high in the air. He was twisted in the air and landed hard on his back as I did but hurt me way less than it hurt him. A man suddenly was charging at me from behind and I pulled my legs still wrapped around the unconscious man up and catapulted him through the air and into the running man. It took away most of my strength but I wouldn’t need it. All of the other men had ran as soon as they saw what I did the first 3 men. I stood and whistled. A loud banging noise came from the stables and Blaze came charging out. I grabbed my bags but right when I was about to pull myself onto the saddle I had put on him earlier, I heard the click of a gun behind me. Mr. Steve had pointed a small revolver at my back. I had seen them at markets and what they could do and trust when I say it’s not pretty.

“I should have never let you stay with us. I should’ve known you were just a spy from the beginning. I should’ve shoot you right when you stepped foot on our territory. But it’s ok. Because now I can make it up by killing you right now.”

He aimed it at my heart and put a little bit of pressure on the trigger right when Ryan slammed into him from the side causing him to shoot in the air. I threw myself on Blaze and he knew to run. I looked back to see Ryan and Mr. Steve fighting over the gun until they disappeared in the thick of the trees never to be seen again.

Dear reader,
I was 13 when i first fell in love. I’ll never forget it. My mates thought he was ugly. They thought he was horrible. But i saw something different in him. He was handsome, but not in a conventional way. With his shoulder-length hair a slightly pointed face, i fell deeply, sadly in love. But this story doesnt have a happ ending. He liked someone else. It broke my heart. But it helped me grow. Now i’m living a better life. I’m stronger emotionally,and i guess i have to thank that boy fr loving that trampy dog of a person. Hey, just because i dont like him, doesnt mean i can like her
Just remember, that even the worst heartbreak has a silver lining. Just hold on tight. And dont let go.
From the faithful helper.

I just want to say, this never happened to me, i got the inspiration from my art teacher. Thanks to everyone who reads this. Much love, Caitlin xXx

I search all around
Looking in all the nooks and crannies
Searching for just one person
One is all I need
Just someone who will care
Someone who will love
I need someone to hold me
A person who won’t let me down
Someone who won’t make my cry
Time and time again
I want just one person to be here for me
In all my times of need
I shoulder to cry on
A person to lean on
Just one is all I want