Day: 12. February 2012

Element Ep 2: Kyle’s Powers

Later: Back at the safe house

The safe house was just a big mansion next to a dormant volcano (and I said dormant.)

Max turned around to face Kyle, the last member of the Elemental friends, and asked him: “Kyle, can you stay?” Kyle was skinny, wore a yellow long-sleeve shirt, black pants and short, black hair. He’s element was blood (I know that’s not one of the elements of Earth, but not all six of the Elemental friends have just four elements). “Of course, considering that you saved my life and brought me here to learn to control my powers.”

Flashback: The desert plains

Shun made a tornado that blew Kyle’s arm off! The tornado sucked in Kenta’s ice shards and blew it at Kyle. Max was fighting Shun. Dan got killed trying to save Kyle.

Kyle gave of ear popping scream: “Why don’t you just die!” Suddenly, blood shot from Kyle’s mouth onto the tornado, but it just sucked it in! He looked at everybody that’s been killed and then looked at the tornado. “All of you people are so evil!” Just then, the tornado just turned into colourless wind.

Of course he never knew what was going on.

Present: The safe house

Shun hid in a place somewhere near the safe house. “If they thought I died…” he held the sentence there for a moment, “they’ve got another thing coming their way.” He clenched his fists.

Flashback: The desert plains

“Fireball!” Max called out. A power blast shot out, like the colour of fire. “Super ball!” Shun shouted. A power blast shot out, his, like the colour of wind. The power rippled together, but Shun was no match for Max. It seemed as though Shun was defeated, but he came back for more. Max powered up and let the Earth shaking with a big explosion.

Present: The safe house

Kyle created a blood sword and held it in his hand. “I need to practise to control my powers.” He held the sword tightly and spun around in a complete circle. The tree which was in front of him was cut off by the sword.

Then Shun stepped into the battle of tree and Kyle. “I’m back.” Kyle stared in disbelief of the character. Shun had green, gelled-to-the-back hair, an orange shirt, blue pants and white boots. Shun’s element was wind.

He lifted up his hand and used wind blast which blew Kyle off his feet. Wind blast was a technique of which wind was shot through the hand.

“I am going to get my revenge on Max,” Shun started, “so tell me where he is.” Kyle got up and powered up: “I’ll never tell you!” The ground shook and huge chunks of Earth floated off the ground. Kyle stopped screaming and the chunks of rock fell to the ground. “So you finally know how to control your powers?”

Before Shun could say “control” finish, Kyle opened his mouth: “Die!” Blood gushed out of it. Shun crossed his arms in front of his face and got ready to block. The blood bounced off of Shun. Kyle stopped. Shun relaxed his arms. “He’s strong, but lacks the calmness,” Shun thought.

Meanwhile: Above the Pacific Ocean

“Guys!” called Kex, the second person in the Elemental friends. Kex had a purple shirt, a red pants and white, almost- shocked hair. His element was lightning and thunder. His hair wasn’t always like that. His hair was first a normal sixteen year old hair style, but he accidently electrocuted one boy in the twelfth grade. Kex was in the tenth grade. When he electrocuted the boy, he electrocuted himself and his hair was always like how it is now. The boy had beaten Kex to pieces. Max who was eighteen, but was finished with school taught Kex how to control his powers. Max even promised Kex he would be there for him. Now Kex is eighteen, but is finished with school.

“What?” Max asked. “I have a bad feeling about Kyle. I think we should go back.” It started raining. “Everybody! Let’s go back encase something bad is…” Lightning blocked out Max’s words. “Happening,” he continued. “But how do…” Kenta started, but his words were blocked out by the thunder.

Kex wished he could stop the storm, but he wasn’t that of an expert.

To Be Continued…

“Paul, wait!!!”

Paul turned around in surprise. Carla was running towards him, the gleam of adventure in her eyes. “Paul, take me with you! The half a day since I met you has been the most exciting time of my life!”

Paul was confused. “Why would you want to come? The Mafia might still be following us. If you stay away from me, they’ll never know where you are.”

“I don’t care.” said Carla happily “I’d rather adventure in Ireland than boredom in Spain.”

Paul face slowly crept into a smile. “Well if we’re headed north then we better get going!”

They took the next plane to Ireland and in the space of a few hours, they were standing in Dublin airport. It was a miracle they passed through customs, seeing as they had a trombone case with a magical glowing staff and a satchel full of money, but that was when Paul discovered another use for the strange artefact.

When the airport official attempted to check the case, he accidently touched the orb at the top. His whole body froze, and then he shuddered, as if  electric wires were running through his body. His hair stood up on it’s end and his eyes rolled around in their sockets. Quite a few people nearby screamed. When he heard them, the guard seemed to become normal again.

He looked around and saw his hand in the trombone case. “Carry on.” he smiled weakly. Hardly daring to believe their luck, Paul and Carla raced down the corridor to the world outside.

When Carla thought of Ireland, she pictured green fields, cobbled streets and leprachauns dancing around in little green hats.

The truth was far less glamorous.

It was the same as any average country, aside from the fact that it was unusually wet. It seemed to be always raining; when they got off the plane, when they hired a taxi and it even rained through the night. Carla knew it was January, but still. She was from the warm lands of Spain after all.

They got a room in a five-star hotel for the night, and as soon as Carla saw the beds she almost collapsed. They were huge, and they looked so comfy. She  jumped onto it without even changing her clothes and in five minutes, she was out cold.

Paul had a troubled sleep. He knew, a few miles away, another Paul Kane was sleeping in a much smaller room, blissfully unaware of the fact that in less then two weeks, his mother would be dead. That night, of course, the nightmares hit hard.

He was in a dark room. The man he was interviewing was sitting across the table, where his face was hidden in shadow. The man was talking, but Paul wasn’t listening. He was trying to remember whether he’d left the parking brake on or not. He thought he had better check, just in case. His mother was asleep in the car, after all. He excused himself from the table  and walked outside. He couldn’t see his car for a moment but then he heard the scream. It was the kind of cry that, if you’re lucky, you’ll only have to hear it once. He turned just in time to see the car rolling down the hill into the river, his trapped mother still inside. . .

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P.S. Please comment and give me ideas for this story!

The same thing happened on the next night.

On the night after that, I came again. Again, I knew the song. I sang once again. But something different happened this time. I felt like my feet picked me up and made me dance and twirl in the moonlight. I danced exquisitely. The boy heard. He turned around. He laughed. “You’re beautiful”, he called out to me. “So are you!”, I called back. He laughed and started to play and sing a glorious, happy song as we danced, laughed and sang, leaving ourselves in the darkness.

Each night, I would go down to the babbling brook. Every time, I left myself behind and became a dancer and a singer. And it was perfect.

Element Ep 1: Monster Hunting

Max the leader of the Element friends, was going monster hunting. The Element friends are all Supers, humans with elemental powers. They once saved the Earth from Max’s brother, Shun, who was been controlled by the evil pixie. Max’s element was Fire. He was 21 years old. For each element, there was a monster of that type, with those powers.

Max had long, orange, spiky hair with a strip falling down. He had eyebrows that curled upwards at the nose. He had a ripped pants and shirt. He’s shirt was blue and his pants was green. Blood flowed from his mouth and he had a bruise on his left cheek. He had a fiery glow around him. “This isn’t over!” Max declared. “Thi gr now!” the monster replied.

Max was an orphan by the age of twelve. The light monster, who was a good person, adopted him and Shun. The light monster had a son of his own, Helios. Helios had the power to heal people and revive them.

The fire monster was made out of burning coals. The coals were rigid around it and on top were coal-like horns.

From above Max, called another person: “Arctic men!” Abnormal ice blocks fell from the sky. Three. The ice blocks had eyes and slowly transformed into crooked men. Before they reached the ground, the monster called out: “Gi rara!”  Fire appeared below the crooked half-man, half-ice block. The ice blocks slowly melted away and screamed: “Help! We melting!” then the sentence tailed off. Out from the sky came Kenta, fourth place in the Element friends and defence expert, who slid across the sand in front of the fire. The agonizing screams from the ice blocks built rage inside Kenta.

Kenta as you can see uses ice powers. He wore a shirt knitted out of ice (don’t ask how, but it was) and a brown jeans. His hair was sky blue in a wavy pattern to the left. He had spiky eyebrows (remember, these are no ordinary humans, but humans with elemental powers). “No!” he thought, the rage getting ready to burst.

“I knew monster hunting was a bad idea, Max!” said Kenta very objectively. “Kenta and is complaints,” thought Max very annoyed. He looked at Kenta dismissively. “Step… back.” Max ordered very threateningly.

He held up both his hands up to his waist. Kenta was shocked, but done what he was told. Max bent his knees and screamed. The monster raised his hands towards Kenta. When it heard the scream, it looked back at Max. Max shoved his hands in front of him, palms facing the monster. Suddenly, balls of fire shot from Max’s hands.

Max kept his hands forward. “Oh, you were right, it is…” he let the sentence hang. The balls of fire hit the monster flat in the stomach. It flew back 15 feet and went 42 kilometres an hour. “Over,” max continued. The monster crackled and fiery lines went along it. The monster blew in a big BOOM!

Kenta ran towards the crater where the monster blew up. “Yes!” he thought. “Good work Max!” he looked back at Max who was been healed by Helios, “Max?”

Helios had a purple cape, white baggy pants, a green gown belt, maroon hair that was as spiky as Max’s and a black robe that covered the belt. A purple halo went from his hands, to around Max, who was unconscious.

Saga 1 Complete

Riddle 1:

I am the the begining of eternity

The end of time and space

The begining of every end

And the end of every place

What am I?

Answer: I am “E”

Riddle 2:

Give me air, and I live

Give me water, and I die.

What am I?

Answer: Fire

Time to learn.

A movie was playing in my head. A whisper. A rustle. A cry. My cry. The movie played in black and white, like an old horror that Ryan once told me about. A girl, her hair blackened either naturally or by the dirt and blood that also caked her face. Her whole body was leaning forward, held up by the chains that were bolted to the cold, wet wall of her tiny cell. Her body was slumped over and her face was hidden from sight. She was unhealthily skinny and her foot was bent the wrong way.

It’s the future.    A voice echoed around me. The girl on the floor shifted.

It’s your future. 

The girl lifted her head and looked up out the window. She was me. Her face was dirty and streaked with tears and pain. The small amount of light that shone through settled on  her–my face. That’s what’s going to happen to me? This is my future? Where is Ryan?

He’s gone. Killed. You will be the last one. A prize kept alive only to prove to the world that they accomplished their goals. Is this what you want Claire? Will this be your life?

I screamed.

*Ok so I finally fit in an intense dream in my story somewhere. I knew I had to do that at some point. It’s no xThreeDaysGracex but It wasn’t supposed to be that intense. Hope it was alright!

Element Ep 3: Lightning Path

“How do we get back? We don’t even know the way back,” Kenta finally finished. A flash of lightning came in front of Kex. Kex was facing the back. The lightning looked as if it were pointing somewhere. “Follow me!” Kex called out.

Everybody looked at Max. Max shrugged. “Don’t look at me! He’s the one who knows about lightning.” Dante rolled his eyes. “Right… you choose Kex because he knows lightning, but you don’t choose me because I know water.” “It’s a thunder storm, not a tsunami,” Max objected. “I’m not talking about now!” Thunder roared.

“So! You barely even knew how to stop your powers from flowing when it was,” Max looked pleadingly, “Just give the guy a chance.” “Okay, fine.”

Kex went into hypermode. Hypermode was when you were flying faster than a race car. Everybody followed. More lightning struck and it was also pointing somewhere. The other’s never noticed anything strange.

“Where we’re going!” Everybody was in the midst of a heavy storm. “Through the lightning path!” replied Kex.

Meanwhile: The safe house

Shun faced his palms towards the ground and a small tornado formed. He then said: “Zaboo Mafoo!” The tornado grew bigger and bigger. Eventually, Shun had to fly up to make it grow bigger. Kyle looked higher and higher every second. “The tornado…” the sentence hung there. The tornado grew six metres higher. Finally Shun was finished. He gave out a devilish laugh. “…is bigger!” Kyle cried.

Meanwhile: Above the Pacific Ocean

Kex looked at the ocean. He saw a shadow on it and thought it was them, but it had no gaps in between. Kex was suspicious. Kex eyes widened and he shouted: “Look out everybody! Sea monster at six o’ clock!” But it was too late Kex dodged the monster by flying above it, but the others didn’t see it coming and got swallowed up.

Dan thought: “Houston, we have a problem.” The four of them went right down the gullet of the monster. They hung onto the back of the monster’s tongue and climbed to the top. Dante, the third person in the group of element pushed the water down the throat of the monster.

Dante had black hair covering his face. His element was water. He had a blue denim jeans and a black shirt.

Dante spoke when the water was below his chin: “The water is lowering!” Kenta was lying on the tongue, gasping for breath.

Meanwhile: The safe house

The tornado had a face (not like a human face). It was smiling. It threw Kyle against a hill. The hill cracked as the tornado grew closer. It broke. Kyle flew backwards. Shun fly above Kyle and threw a hurricane at Kyle. Hurricane was quite bigger than the wind blast. “You don’t even stand a chance!” Shun stated.

Will it be too late for Kyle or will Kex get there on time?

To Be Continued…

Dear Former Friend,
We have not spoken and I have barely given you a thought since graduation. You have become part of that forgotten chapter of my life known as elementary school which I would certainly not like to repeat. You only crossed my mind today because it seems three friends of mine, one who I am very close with, and two who are merely acquaintances, are staying over your house tonight. For just a second I thought, what a shame, wish we could have stayed together, so I could be having fun with the four of you. Then I said to myself, ours was a friendship that was good while it lasted, in its own special time frame, that is until we began to deviate in 5th grade, eventually nastily ending our relationship towards the end of middle school. Looking back it is clear that our friendship was not meant to last past elementary school, when things were different and simpler for me. For the three final years of my elementary/middle school education, I shifted through different personalities, apparently going through a very normal pre-teen process. I realize I was probably quite annoying in 6th grade, when after a lifetime of being the nice but slightly weird one I tried conforming. I did not succeed at dumbing myself down enough to fit in with those girls at school, completely absorbed in fads and pop culture. But had our friendship been meant to last surely you would have seen that it was simply a phase through which I was trying to find myself, and stood by me anyway. In that year I realize my life was as lonely and empty as it never had been before, which makes me wonder how life must be for those same girls just with different names in high school, totally lost in the latest whims of celebrities and American culture. You felt my short-lived obsession with rap music was religiously inappropiate, which it very well might have been, so instead of staying with me in such an obviously difficult time, you deemed me unpure and left me alone. I can’t say you would find my current interests and passions anymore religiously appropiate, but I can’t say I care.

After we began to grow apart, my idea of friendship changed dramatically. There was another girl, not born in America, also considered the weird one, who sought my companionship. She called me several times to invite me to go ice-skating. I always declined, claiming to have plans, despite the fact that at the time I had no true friends. I did not open my eyes to how well we could go together until 7th grade, and in the last two years of elementary school she redefined my definition of best friend and friendship as a whole, only to return to her hometown of Jerusalem for high school. Today I realize I am probably closer with some people I wouldn’t even call friends, just buddies, in other grades, than I ever was with you. I guess she redefined intimacy and personal closeness for me too. In just a few discussions with my debate partner on the train at night I have probably grown closer with him than I ever was with you as well. Of course, there are many words in that sentence that totally do not go together for you. Just to name a few, the word train, at night, and close with him. It has come to my attention that despite your residence in the great city of New York you have never ridden an MTA subway. You also find any relationship with members of the opposite sex morally repugnant and perhaps even grounds for severe punishment. I wonder how you would feel about the fact that he only half-jokingly told me I am beautiful.

I wonder in general how you would feel about me now. I have retained only two friends from elementary school, one who is at your house now, and the one I mentioned previously who is in Kiryat Yovel. I find it quite interestingly hypocritical of you that I am treif (non-kosher) but my good friend (who I have grown closer with since the commencement of my high school education rather than drifted away from, a revelation which I suppose you would face with disdain) who now attends, gasp, public school, with, gasp, non-Jews and mostly minorities, is just fine. I wonder how you would feel about my newfound passion for politics, and my being an outspoken liberal in a school full of mostly conservative, wealthy Sephardic Jews who like Newt Gingrich simply because their parents said they should, and my ties to Occupy Wall Street.

Perhaps we can meet in Union Sq, or even Washington Sq, which has been the site of many political protests based on ideology similar to mine, in recent times to discuss this over coffee, but I doubt you are a member of KWC or that you even would be able to make your way to the Q station, let alone get to either of those locations. And, by the way, I still find the lyrics of my favorite rockers, including Neil Young and Rise Against, highly poignant and relatable, despite the fact that rock n’ roll and my love for it, born around 7th grade, fueled our eventual breakup. I would also like you to know that I have found my niche in creating truly expressive art which you would surely ridicule.

-Mel

P.S. I am taking great risks by posting this as I realize this is the Internet and I would really appreciate it if my sister Bellagy419 would not mention this at home. I would also like you to know that I feel that I have become wiser, more insightful and more intelligent since those days of confusion.

Hey guys
I am writing to introduce myself here on Kid Writers Club, or KWC, as some would call it. Anyway I initially joined to post my extra credit essay from history class on the parallels on Rome and America. I chose this website because my sister, bellagy419, posts here regularly. I posted it on several other sites as well. At first I wasn’t sure about joining because it seemed, I, as a HS freshman, was a bit too old for a “kids” site and I didn’t want to seem like a creep. It seems, though, that you guys actually have a very nice “community” and all have in common a true love of writing, whatever your skill level. To be honest, I cannot say I share the same love. All along my teachers have said I have a true natural gift for writing, but I only wrote for school assignments. In high school there is now a school newspaper, so I write mainly political articles for that as well. I never write out of a true love for writing though, but rather to express my views, and when I do write it is not emotional. I expressed what I wanted to with my mouth. Of course guidance tells me I seem rather “passionate” and should write a journal, but who cares what they say? Anyway, it’s a little hard to vocalize ths, but I am basically writing this whole open letter thing to ask what you guys are interested and your reasons for writing and what it does for you. I am also asking what you guys would be interested in seeing from me, what areas of writing you think I would be good at (based on my 1 previous post, I know that’s not much) and if anyone else is interested in politics. I am still always more of an artist, so I’m inviting you to convert me.
-Mel (issa)

Ezra laughed nervously.

“Dead? Braindead, more like”

“No…really. He was shot a year and a half ago. At the institute that’s just off the coast, remember?” I said. Ezra was silent for a few moments. I could practically hear the gears in his head whirring and ticking in time.

“Oh, yes. That institute. Damn, you’re so lucky, I never got to go there and I WANTED to. Anyway….why did nobody tell me that he died?” He sounded sad, he really did. His voice had grown thick. I hadn’t heard Ezra cry very often but I knew when he was going to.

“You were doing so well at the college. We couldn’t put you off….and we were there because we were rescuing Zak. He was found as part of a mutated race…”

I spun the whole story out to him like a web, from the day he left to the day that Zak met Arizona. Ezra breathed in sharply when I told him about the bruises and how sad Zak was nowadays.

“Something’s definitely going down,” he said, coughing lightly “Keep an eye on that Arizona. By the sound of it, she’s up to no good. I’ll speak to you later Dee, I’ve got to go…and, sorry about Twin 2. I feel kind of guilty for making his life a living hell”

I smiled, even though I knew Ezra couldn’t see me.

“I’m sure he forgives you. Roux couldn’t hold a grudge for more than ten minutes”

We both laughed a little, said goodbye, and hung up.

Looking at the clock on the wall told me it was almost dinner time, and Mum would be home in ten minutes. I sighed, walked into the kitchen and put dinner on.

“What’s that burning smell?” Mum asked, walking in, dumping shopping bags on the floor. She looked tired, but that smile was still there.

“The dinner! Oh no!” I rushed into the kitchen, flung open the oven door and glared coldly at the burnt mess that was supposed to dinner, sunken to the bottom of the pan.

“Did you read the instructions?” Mum asked, pulling it out, eyeing it, then dumping it in the bin.

“No. My glasses broke so I couldn’t see what the heck it said. Sorry Mum…I was going to surprise you with a nice dinner, like Roux used to. But like I said, like everyone said….I can’t do anything right”

It was true enough. My grandma would smile and simper at me and treat me the way she treated Roux, but once I overheard her saying “That girl gets on my nerves. Always runs around, making a noise. She’s useless, she won’t amount to anything”

That hurt. A lot. Since then, I never spoke to Grandma. I went to her funeral and everyone spoke of how much she loved me and Roux. None of them noticed as I glared, mentally screaming “Lies. Lies! All lies! Are you stupid? Is that it?!”

“You’re not useless, darling…you’re just a bit….,” Mum puffed out a breath “Hard-headed, like your older brother. You should try and be like Roux a little more, hmm?”

I knocked her hand away and backed into the kitchen door.

“You’re all the same! The teachers, nana, you, your friends, aunts, uncles. I was the unwanted child! You even loved Ezra more than me. I want to know what I ever did to deserve this” I screamed at her. I flung open the door, ran down the end of the garden and struggled with the gate bolt until it opened.

“She is running, a hundred miles an hour, in the wrong direction

But the canyon’s ever widening, in the depths of her cold heart…”

Running down the road, I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I was getting tired, but I wanted to get away from here. I wanted to go to a place where people would love me.

I’d always known the truth as a kid. Ezra told me once. He came into room late at night when Mum and Dad were fighting and said it was my entire fault.

“They love Roux more than they’ll ever love you. But I’ll always love you. You know that, Detroit? You’re my little princess, and nobody can hurt you. Not even Roux will ever hurt you” he told me sternly, sitting next to me in my bed.

Ezra was brutally honest as a child. He took the “Honesty is the best policy” thing too far. With his fiery red hair and cheeky grin, he somehow managed to get away with anything.

I was convinced it was my fault. When I was 6, Dad yelled “I hate that little brat! She’s so noisy and too hard-headed! I hate her, and wish she’d never been born….” then, he stormed out of the door, and we never saw him again.

Roux and Ezra were knelt beside Mum as she cried, comforting her. When I got near her, she screamed at me to go away. Taking no notice, I tried to comfort her, but she slapped my face hard, making me stagger across the carpet, gripping the table for support.

Roux burst into tears. Ezra didn’t. Just chewed his knuckles, staring into space. Mum comforted them both.

“You see what you’ve done?! It’s all your fault this family is unhappy!”

The abuse stopped…all thanks to Roux. A few weeks later I was making a bit too much upstairs and Mum came storming up the stairs and yelled at me to shut up. She went to hit me, but Roux was there in a flash, stood in front of me, arms spread out in a protective shield.

“No! No, Mummy! Don’t hit her! I won’t let you hit her!” he screamed at such a pitch I began to wonder if it was even possible.

YES! A little look in Detroit’s childhood.

The song is Does Anybody Hear Her by Casting Crowns.