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Silver Boy"I just saw a big 'un!" He shouted then realized he was supposed to be quiet while fishing. My dad is stereotypical blonde sometimes but I still love him. We were out fishing for catfish in the swamps and so far that was the first fish we'd seen all day. He paddled over to the spot it came to the serf ace momentarily just seconds before and dropped a line.
Not even one minute later the giant of a catfish pops up about 5 yards away. I told him it was useless but he paddled over, following the fish. We repeated this process until it disappeared under a small, mold infested, wooden bridge. He insisted we went under the bridge but I felt an eerie presence that wouldn't let my nerves calm.
My body was buzzing like I had drank to much Monster even though I haven't had any of that in weeks. As he slowly, ever so slowly, inched us towards the bridge I felt my heart beating faster and faster. The space we had to fit in have us only a foot of clearance on either side of the simple metal boat. It
9 July 1663 *Puritan Journal*9 July 1663
I have been in Andover jail for two days now. They treat me like a criminal and I might as well be because I let my sister die, alone, in the night. I know I haven't preformed any of the witchcraft they accused me of. My father was able to come in the jail to see me because he is so well liked in the town. He brought me my journal and my favorite toy from my childhood that he has been wanting me to get rid of. Holding that rag doll against my chest made me feel like a was an innocent child, devoid of sin. I called the doll Little Alice because it looked like me in its toyish fashion and even had green eyes like mine. I do not think that I am supposed to have this journal but I do get special treatment here again because of my father.
The jail cell that I am being kept in has a dirt floor with three wooden walls. The forth is cast iron bars that are spaced just so my hits can almost slide through but get stuck when I get about
7 July 1663 *Puritan Journal*7 July 1663
Yesterday was so enthralling that in comparison, this day seemed dull at first. It started like any other day, with me waking up to a screaming six month old in the dead of night. This happens almost every night but I could tell there was something different about her tone. Amy sounded like she was in pain rather than hungry so I rushed to her and took her into my arms. I could not see very well in the thick inky darkness so I set her down to go light a candle. Soon after I get the stubborn wick to catch Amy stopped her relentless crying. I assumed that everything was pleasant again so went back to my slumber.
I woke up for the second time to a silent house. This was unusual because I usually get woken up by Mother telling me, “A good Puritan does good work, not sleep all day!” This morning no one was in the house and this gave me an unsettling feeling that something was wrong. I decided to go into Andover and ask around for gossip spread fast in this t
6 July 1663 *Puritan Journal*6 July 1663
My name is Alice and I am 17 years old. I live in a small cottage inside town with my father Philip, my mother, my 18 year old brother Benjamin, and my six month old little sister named Amy. We live inside town because it is close to my father's church where he is the minister. While he is gone my busy mother takes care of Amy meticulously. There were nine babies between me and Rose but they were all stillborn or died within the first three months of their tiny lives. She always kept trying to have children to please father, who had always dreamed of a large family. Benjamin loves to go outside and look at nature and is always wanting me to come along to see how beautiful God's work is. Somehow he convinced his good friend, Thomas Smith, to go with him a long time ago and that is how they became friends. Even though he is my age, a year younger than Benjamin, they complement each others personalities quite well.
This evening Thomas invited me on an “expedition
The Storm :Alice:The storm is coming and he's not here to protect me. My beautiful demon boy has left for his family this summer. Of course his family doesn't know about his condition but he's learned to control it ever since that very special Valentine's Day. He has only been gone a day but I already feel the distance between us.
Living in the Midwest you would think storms would be a normal part of spring but this time it's different. Strange sights have been seen that even the best scientists can't explain. This storm leaves a trail of mutants and lost souls. Some remind me of Kyle and Von while others are much more extreme. The worst they've caught on camera was a pregnant woman's abdomen rip open giving way to a full grown scaled creature that scurried away like a cockroach in the presence of light.
The storm is now in the next state over and I'm starting to get scared. The T.V. went out because of the storm so I don't know when it's going to hit. My while family is in the basement but I don't thi
SonnetThe forest is painted an emerald green.
Light shines through the canopy where it splits.
Morning dew sprinkles everywhere completes the beautiful scene
Leaves shine golden where 'ere the morning light hits.
Grey is the bird with wings dipped in the blackest of inks.
Soaring through the air, she swoops low like a sparrow.
Her simple beauty is superlative to all nature's links.
Scooping through the forest, she's a silver arrow.
The arrow gracefully glides though her fate was anon.
She fell to the sparkling undergrowth with crimson dripping from her beak.
When the convulsions shook through her body the silver bird was gone.
The beauty of the forest went on it's way but her beauty was unique.
Everything dies, even the beautifulest of creatures.
Now all we have are her dead, fading features.
RingingThe news is all abuzz with images of the ships in our distant skies. The only thing they keep saying is," We are not sure if they are violent or peaceful." Most people think it one giant prank pulled by one twisted scientist. Some are preparing for an apocalypse and stocking up on everything in sight. The stores' shelves are bare and people are getting hungry. Hell breaks loose when Americans get hungry so St. Louis is a nightmare.
They are almost passing Mars so at their high rate if travel we only have a week left until they get to Earth. My mind wonders in the world of the outsiders. What do they want from us? What will they look like? Will I be able to see them before I'm killed?
I ask those questions because I always how for the worst. When a storm hits, I want a tornado. When it snows, I hope for a foot. I don't know why but I'm always sad when my idea doesn't happen. You could call it a death wish I guess.
Happy Valentine's Day? *Kyle's Story*"Shut the fuck up!"
"You should stop fighting. It's useless. I will win in the end. The may be far away but your death is impending." His voice was lower than mine ever will be so it penetrated my thoughts easily. When ever he talked I always had to listen because its impossible not to.
I always wondered when he became a part of me. I know he wasn't there when I was little but I never remembered him initially invading my body. He says his name is Von and only Von, no middle or last name but only Von. The way things worked between us was when I ever got close to someone and really loved them he came out. It's kinda hard to get to close to someone when your parents are in the Air Force but somehow I did.
We met in French class when we had to do partner work. She didn't have one so she confidently walked over to my desk and introduced herself. Her name was Alice and she was really nice. Her eyes were as pale as blue can get, almost like ice but I could tell she had a warm heart from the s
Happy Valentine's Day?I was driving to his house when I started to get nervous. It's Valentine's Day night and I didn't know how far he would want to go. He's a decent guy and we're only in high school. The farthest I would go was making out even though I've never kissed anyone before.
I pulled into his subdivision and my nerves got worse. I loved him and I'm never nervous or timid around him but tonight Cupid's wings were all a flutter in my chest. I stopped thinking about him and thought about myself. How do you even kiss someone? I guessed I'd have to figure out along the way.
When I pulled into his driveway I turned the car off and sat there for a few moments. What am I worried about? I came here to have fun and play Xbox, not worry about my love life. I opened the car door and a rush of February air gave me goose bumps.
When I got to his front door which he answered right away. Shit, he was waiting for me. He let me with a big grin and a "Happy Valentine's Day!"
He looked at me like he hasn't seen me i
Look UpIn the corner of the living room, half-hidden under a curtain rustling in the light rainy breeze was the emaciated figure of a young girl, no more than sixteen or seventeen. She couldn't have been. Dr. James Noble let the beam of his flashlight hover over her skeletal form for a few seconds before he stepped towards her. The silence in the house was overwhelming. Nothing could be heard but the pattering of the rain on the rooftop, and the quiet, labored breathing of the little girl.
She couldn’t have sat down more than a day or two ago, but she looked as if she hadn’t moved in months. Her eye sockets were like gaping black holes, the eyes themselves like all the others. Every specimen they had seen. Everyone…everyone on Earth had done this…
He could barely look at those eyes; barely hold the gaze of whatever this girl had become. He closed his own eyes, his flashlight beam wavering as his hands shook. He fell to his knees; sweat beading across his body as he r
1. The Only ColorChapter 1: The Only Color
Snap. Just like everything was back in vision and he could see again. Where am I? he thought.
He looked down at his hands...to see long sharp gray talons. He yelped. "What happened?" out loud, the sound echoing in the empty world he had found himself in.
His name was Emile and he was greatly confused. He could easily remember what had happened when...that thing, which claimed to be the LP Curse, had decided to possess him. He said his personality would be gone but he was okay...other than the talons and whatever else had happened. A horrible thought crossed his mind What if I AM the LP Curse?
He pushed the thought to the back of his mind, deciding to look around. The area he was in was almost featureless, a gray plain, slightly tinted green. He took a step forward and was shocked when the area vastly changed, the gray plain collapsing to reveal a set of lime green stairs going down. He looked around; there was nowhere else to go. He jumped
what I did in outer space, and why I did it.Ten years ago, two candidates were needed for a mission that was far different from any other before. It would be a three-year journey to Alpha Centauri , a four-year mission to begin upon arrival, and three years back home once it was completed. The psychologists wanted people who weren’t leaving a lot behind. John was the obvious choice for the first position. He was the only child of an only child, who was also the only child of an only child, and so on and so forth. He didn’t have many friends since he was always busy with work, only acquaintances he waved to in the halls of the university.
A few weeks after he’d been chosen, he came to my office to tell me that his superiors were still looking for a second.
“Ten years is a long time to be gone from Earth,” I told him from my desk, though he knew by the way I was spinning in my chair that I was seriously considering it.
“Just put your name in and see wh
OHFE: Eleven Little Doctors (pt.2)
Good old web sites. With a little bit of hacking (including using Kaster's sonaser which was then returned - the mini-mister-Master hadn't even noticed his being pick-pocketed and vice versa) you can locate anyone from the site to which the crocheted toys' photos are submitted, Kyon Turlough thought. He had located the occupation of the possible candidate for the role of those toys' owner and maker, and now he was skating there.
Having reached the found address, Kyon stopped and frowned, thinking. The owners of this two-floor house were having guests, and they probably wouldn't like a party-crasher, so the boy quickly activated the in-built function in his board and dashed up into the opened window on the second floor. Easy as pie. People don't usually leave windows open in such not-too-warm weather, unless they want the air in their rooms to stay fresh, so no one had to be there... and no one was.
"If I were a burglar - and I'm not a burglar - wh
VT 2 Aftermath 1A purple furry girl was sitting on the couch in front of the cameras, as they began to roll.
Rena: Hello everyone and welcome to the VT aftermath. These last four battles have been brutal on the green team, so they have lost four out of four battles. They deserve it more than anyone to win the next battle, please make it happen everyone! Seriously, you're putting my husband in a lot of gambling debt! Anyway, today's guests are the first four to lose in the tournament. Blackfire, Giganta, MK, and Mikaela Banes. Let's start with the first to get eaten.
Blackfire was sitting on the couch, and looked at Rena.
Rena: So Blackfire. Your sister Starfire entered the tournament last season. Was that your inspiration for entering this one?
Blackfire: Well obviously. I wanted to prove I was superior.
Rena: And how did that work out for you?
Blackfire: It was unfair. How could I have been defeated like that?! I had the advantage!
Rena: Apparently that wasn't enough. But still Blackfire, do you thin
The Fairest Competition in the Universe It wasn't an epidemic. It was more like pandemic. Throughout the planet, no matter in which country, people were found unconscious. On the streets, at home, in shops, whenever. But it wasn't some kind of illness. There was something odd about it. All victims weren't dead, but they couldn't be called alive either. They weren't breathing, their hearts stopped beating, but their bodies remained warm and flexible, not turning into "proper" corpses. And the only common thing about them was the lack of something common. Children, teenagers, elderly people - anybody. History knew some examples of such symptoms, but at the time when they had appeared others had preferred to stay silent about them, so the only thing left was to watch them.
"Grace? Dr. Holloway?"
"There's another one. Was found near the fountain in the square". The nurse showed a document book in light brown cover. "The only documents we could find".
VT 2 - Chapter 4In the red team's living room, they were celebrating their continued winning streak. Jasmine was enjoying the attention and the amount of praise the girls were giving her.
Carly: You did great in that battle Jasmine, I hope that we can keep up the winning streak.
Jasmine: Me too, but I'm kind of worried about something. I haven't seen Dark Magician Girl lately. I know it's surprising that after all the arguing I'm worried about her, but come on, I don't want her as an enemy.
Clover: Don't worry, you two might fight a lot, but I know she wouldn't turn on a teammate.
Aayla: We should start thinking about who we could eat next. Zelda is off the menu for two more battles, so that leaves twelve girls.
Carly: I want Mikaela to get eaten, and I want to be the one to do it. She' Sam's ex so nothing would make me happier.
The girls smiled and giggled at the thought of Carly eating Mikaela.
On the couch, Rapunzel and Samus were snuggling each other.
Samus: It was just one vote Rapunzel. It's not
OHFE: The Christmas Calendar The day at school was hard, there wasn't even time to glance out of the window. Even too hard - as soon as Kyon Turlough went out of school doors, he at first thought that he was dreaming or the whole building had been brought to another place, like in that nasty business with Judoon platoon on the moon. Actually the urban landscape was the same, but everything was covered with the layer of white powder which was falling from the sky. Or it wasn't powder - those were large flakes.
"Wow, it's the first snow!" Audrey Rayner, the girl in whose family Kyon lived during his being on Earth, rushed out of the school doors. Unlike her "temporal brother", she was excited about this natural phenomenon. "Kyon? What's up?"
"What is going on, Audrey?" Kyon wondered, taking a handful of white flakes from the ground. Those weren't small balls, as he thought, but the combinations of tiny crystals - so accurate that even the best and exact gears couldn't have made them.
The LetterHe was only 73 when a letter arrived at his parents front door. He was the first one to see it, one morning he was about to run off to school. The boy, Daniel, named after his grandfather who was born just yesterday, picked the letter up. He was intrigued by its bright green color and the funny writing on it.
“Inglaterra”, he read out loud, struggling to pronounce it correctly. “That’s silly,” he chuckled. “The address is right: “Sunny View” Cheddleton, near Leek. But this is England.” He stared at it confused, “and plus the recipient was Sr. D. A. Handley”. He thought for a short second. “That was me!” He grinned and shouted with excitement in his mind. It was too early to shout out loud. “But, I was no Sir, no one ever called me that. I have heard people call my father that, a doctor with his own barber shop, a sir, and they shake his hand very, very forcefully, but not me, never”.
Horror Of My ChildhoodThe warm water runs down my body and as I look down at my feet I see my long brown hair, black wet, float on the water flowing over my breasts. I go to grab the shampoo but its not there. Oh yeah, I ran out last time and was to lazy to put more in. Great, now I'm gonna have to tell for my dad. I'm thirteen and still need my father to take a simple shower.
"Dad?" I call hoping he can hear me all the on the other side of the house in the office. He's alway in there, working like I don't even exist. I know he does it all for me but sometimes I just want him to be a dad.
I yell repeatedly, louder and louder with every call. Now I'm getting worried. He never leaves when I'm in the shower because I might fall and drown while he's away or something. I try one last time with all the lung power I can muster out of my small diaphragm.
This time I hear a rustle in the background of the shower water pounding at my ears. Usually I can hear him coming from a mile away because he walks so heavy and h
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