Kid Napped Part 1

   "Bye, Sam!" Screamed Emma.
   "See you later, Emma!"
   This is a story about what happened before, during, and after I was kid napped. This was a terrible experience and I wish I could unsee, unfeel, and definitely unsmell. At the time my mom just had leg surgery on both legs, so she was in a wheelchair. She was also going deaf.
   My dad hasn't been in the story since I was three, I don't know why, so I really have nothing to say about him. My mom always told me that he left, and I have no other reason why not to believe that except for the scar that I have on my leg, on my chest, and on the upper left part of my forehead. My mom never really knew how to handle it, so we made her take some therapy. I have an older brother and a developing young sister. Ever since everything happened, my brother has been way over defensive of me and my little sister. It is extremely annoying. My mom has been out of therapy for two months now, and we all think she is doing way better than before. Oh gosh, I forgot, my older brother, Jacob, is currently 16, and my younger sister, Kaitlyn, is 7. When I was kid napped three years ago, so I would have been about 8, we were on our way home from school...
   "So...Emma how was your day today?" My mom said as if she were hiding something she had been keeping from me for a while.
   "Good..." I said slowly and curiously.
   It was a busy, busy day in the city of New York...especially since we lived near the national park.
   "Are—"
   "Ummm...I went to the doc's office today and he said that my legs are healing properly, but sadly I still will not be able to walk for another month or so." She interrupted hoping that would start a conversation.
   "That great," I said, " Mom, are you hiding some—" I tried to question.
   "U-umm no everything's fine," she stuttered.
   Raising her voice, "MOM I KNOW SOMETHINGS GOING ON...TELL ME RIGHT NOW!"
   "K, ok, ok," she muttered, "I don't want you thinking that your dad left you anymore!"
   They stopped in the middle of the side walk and Emma looked pretty confused.
   "Hold up... what do you mean you don't want me to THINK he left anymore?" Emma said, and you can tell she was getting a little, lot confused.
   "Your dad—" she paused and started to cry a little bit.
   "My dad what?" I asked.
   "Your dad abused me, Kaitlyn, you, and even Jacob," she paused for a few short moments, "so he is life sentenced in prison, and that is why whenever you and your little sister always asked to see him I would always have to tell you that we don't know where he is."
   "So when we asked to see him," she stood there trying to put everything together, "you would tell us that he left and we don't know where he is and that he is not coming back. That means that Jacob probably knew this whole time he was just keeping everything from us. Even he was acting like he didn't know....ok, ok I think I got it... you were lying to me all this time just to save his butt and because we were not allowed to see him anyways, neither were you, or anybody"
   "Yes, that is correct," she said.
   A few short moments/minutes went by...nobody saying anything, then out of nowhere...I ran. I ran further and further until finally I didn't know where my mom was or even where I was. When I turned around to get a good look at where I was the next thing I know was that I was whacked in the head with what looked like a metal pole. Everything went black and when I woke up I was in a tight space in a car...I was sure of it. There were flies everywhere and it smelled horrible. I looked to my right side and there was a dead skunk.
   "Help!" I screamed.
   "Shut it," a strange voice said.
   "NO, not until you tell me who you are and what you are doing!" I cried.
   "I am your fathers brother, in other words... your uncle. I do what he said and you do what I say...so shut up!"

To be continued 

Relationships

There are a lot of relationships out there. A lot. For example there are,

• Mom and dad
• Daughter and mother
• Father and son 
• Daughter and father
• Daughter and son 
• Boyfriend and girlfriend 
• Friend and friend
• Crush and girl 
• Crush and guy 
• Enemy and enemy 
• Enemy and friend 
• Desk and chair 
• Pencil and paper 
• Book and eyeballs 

Who knows? There a ton of relationships. There are so many. No one knows all of them. And no one can say all of them. And no one can write all of them. It's just something that you have to think about. 

My Attempt At Romace

I bit into a sweet chalky wafer as I meandered through the hallway. The gentle roar of sound was comforting aside from the occasional locker slam or distant shout. I heard the gentle *snap* as I crushed the candy in my mouth. I glanced around the blur of other students walking mindlessly to class. I spotted an open locker and wrinkled my nose at the neatness inside. Everything from the small chandelier, to the mirror and book rack. It disgusted me. I slammed the locker shut, drawing the attention of a few people. Out of embarrassment I scurried along the lockers.

I then fell face first into the linoleum floor. After a moment of embracing the pain of my face and praying my nose wasn't broken, I scrambled to my knees. I saw another girl rubbing the side of her head, groaning, and sitting in front of her locker. We locked eyes and before we knew it we both rushed to apologize.

“I am so, so, so sorry,” I profusely began while I swiped messy hair from my face.

“No I'm sorry, I should have been closer to my locker.” She smiled nervously as she spoke. I examined her face and came to the realization that she was new here, as I didn't recognize her and she had a small paper in her hand with a locker combination. I watched her begin to struggle with her locker again.

“Need some help?” I asked. She looked back at me, clearly embarrassed.

“That would be nice,” she chuckled, handing me her information paper. I tried not to linger on anything that wasn't the combo, but I caught sight of her name, Susie Brook. What a pretty name. I started to spin the knob for the locker and decided to make small talk.

“What school did you come from?” I asked, getting the first number.

“The Academy :someone screams on the other side of the hall: .” She replied.

“I’ve heard it's a good school. Why’d ya move?”

“My dad had to move for work. It was pretty nice school though,” A satisfying pop let out from the locker as it opened. It revealed the bland off-white inside.

“M’lady your locker hath been opened,” I presented jokingly. I got up and was about to walk to my class that I was surely late to when-

“Wait!” I spun back around to look at the girl. “I never caught your name.”

“I didn't throw it.” I retorted jokingly. She lowered her brows in disgust. “I’m Carlee, Carlee Cline.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Susie, Susie Brook.” Her voice sung out every word. She held out her hand. I shook it firmly and she stood up. She closed her locker with her foot. “What's your next class?”

“Mr.James’ Advanced math, what about you?” I saw her smile.

“Well Carlee, it appears you have a new classmate.” She flashed her schedule at me, her face brimming with delight. I returned a grin not realizing I was blushing until she giggled at me.

I covered my face in embarrassment. “Can we go get a tardy slip?” I stammered. She nodded. I walked and she skipped. As I walked I took some time to admire her features: gold rimmed glasses framing perfect jade green eyes, freckles doused on her cheeks and hair fluffy and curly bouncing with every step. I admired her choice in outfit, and her confidence. I told myself not to judge to heavily before I got to know her and for that, I was determined.

“Umm, are you alright?” I got so lost in thought I didn't realize the ache of my nose of the slight trickle of blood. I pulled out my phone and looked at my reflection in the glass. I indeed had a bruise and bloody nose. I tapped it with my index finger and felt a stinging sensation that made me wince. Starting a vicious cycle, I pulled a small tissue from my backpack and let it soak up some of the blood without touching my nose.

“If you want, we can go to the nurse's office when we get our tardy pass,” Susie offered. I smirked. She looked so worried, GENUINELY worried.

“That would probably be helpful,” I tried to chuckle. My attempt to lighten the mood was met with failure, as I noticed Susie had a stern, worried glance. I shoved my phone in my pocket as we reached the front office.

“Hello?” The woman at the desk asked hesitantly. I actually knew the woman pretty well; her name was Barbra and everyone called her Ms.Barbra. She was kind, shy, and helpful.

“Hi!” Susie said confidently, “I was hoping we could get a tardy pass to Mr. James’ math? Carlee was helping me with my locker and-” I felt my head spin slightly and fell forward, catching myself on the desk.

“I’d also like to request seeing the nurse?” I said hanging semi-limply on the desk. A frantic nod came from Barbra as she wrote on small yellow pieces of paper, tardy slips, and then stood up.

“Would you like to come with us…” Barbra asked grabbing my arm firmly and jerking me towards her, disorienting me. Susie nodded. Barbra led me to the nurses office and I was met my the sharp eyes of the nurse; Tiffany Reynolds. I was given a angered glare.

“What do you need?” She sighed.

“I think I broke my nose,” I grumbled.

“Suck it up,” she retorted.

“But that hurts. Do you even know how to do your job?” At this point Barbra left the room and Susie was holding back laughter. I smirked slyly. The nurse crinkled her nose and handed me an ice pack.

“If your nose IS broken, I can't do anything,” she sneered. I rolled my eyes and left the room. Susie grabbed my arm and tagged along.

“Let's just go to class.” I mumbled. Susie nodded. She handed me my tardy slip and I led her to the classroom. I opened the door having unwanted attention from my class.

“What is the meaning of your tardiness?” Mr.James announced.

“I was helping Susie with her locker and I tripped and kinda broke my nose. Good enough answer for you?” I held up a tardy slip and Susie did the same. Mr. James rolled his eyes.

“Good enough. Take a seat,” He ordered and I walked to my seat. He started rambling once again and I mindlessly scribbled notes. I looked back at Susie who stared with wonder and fascination as he spoke. I felt my head grow light, was it love? or dehydration? I remembered I left my water bottle in my locker. My version went black and my head slammed on the table. Well, it would’ve if it wasn't for Susie.

Susie swiftly, as soon as she knew what was happening, grabbed me by the shoulders. I was nearly unconscious but my vision allowed one last glimpse at Susie’s face. It was one of the thousands of unnamed emotions. Was it fear, worry, exasperation? Whatever it was she made it look beautiful. Last thing I remembered was her gold rimmed glasses glinting slightly, framing her teary jade eyes.


To be continued....

(I would have posted the whole story but it was long enough as is. So, stay tuned!)

Bike Riding

One really nice morning (weekend), my dad had to go to a side job, and my little sister was playing the WII. My mom and I decided to go on a bike ride. We lived in Manitou at the time on Washington Ave., on the top of the hill in the log cabin. The hill was very steep and I couldn't imagine riding a bike down it much less up it! But we decided to ride down it anyway.

Away we went not knowing what would happen. We didn't plan on being somewhere at a specific time, but we were going to go where the road took us. By the time we decided to turn back we were in American the Beautiful park! We turned right back around and when we were half way in old Colorado city it started to rain so hard that it was hurting our skin (During a flash flood). It felt like cold little needles.  We stopped under an awning of a little shop down town. The rain did not stop but we decided to go on our way. I noticed that people were laughing as we passed which got on my nerves.

When we were between old Colorado City and Manitou Springs we lost the trail and had to ride carefully on the side of the road. As cars passed by, their tires splashed us. Like I really noticed because I was already soaked.  I practically went swimming on a bike! By the time we got to Manitou it was dripping with water and it was still raining.  I was soaked to the bone.

We found our way back to the trail by the skate park by the baseball fields. Next we got to where the concrete turned to mud. My bike tires were flinging mud up my back and it became harder to ride because of the gradual incline. We cut through an alley as a short cut to get to the top of Washington Avenue. The alley was even steeper than Washington Avenue itself.  My mom and I forced our way up to the front of our old house.

What i do on weekends

Here's what I do on weekends I play Halo 5, stay up untill  5 in the morning. I spend the night at my cousins, and sleep in til 12 pm. When I play Halo 5 I always play online and 360 no scope everybody. What I do at my cousins house is we play the Wii, or we play outside, or we play with legos.

Spring poem

Spotting little flowers growing in gardens
Peering birds coming from the south in the clear blue skiss
Rain is coming through light gray clouds
In the trees the bees buzz
Night stars with little wind at a breeze
Goodnight winter, HELLO SPRING!

Escape The Mansion

You may think this is a story on how we escape this mansion, but instead it's a story on how we escape this box which is much better. But before we start that, I should tell you how I got the idea.

One day, Tom, Jerry,  Rob, and I were bored, so we bought a box and then we all went inside. When we were in, we remembered that we got in right after we bought it, so we're still in the store. Somebody saw our box and shipped us to a place I totally said we wouldn't go, THE MANSION.

When the delivery guy came in, a weird creepy man was waiting on his stairs. When he came down, he said, "These are probably these really important things that I know nothing about."

The man picked up the box and brought it to his study. When he went to get scissors, we kicked open the box and ran to the nearest closet. The man came back and saw that the box was open.

        "Honey, did you open my box!?"

        "No dear!"

When he left the study we ran to the kitchen. When I looked behind me, all my friends were missing. I went to the living room and saw that the wife was murdered on the ground. I got really freaked out, so I went to the front door. When I looked up, I saw the man hanging on a chandelier.  Looking behind me, I saw Rob chasing after me.

     "I saw the wife dead in the living room," Rob said.

     "Look up," I said.

      "Ahhh!"

     "The person who killed them is one of us four, and I know it wasn't me."

    "Me neither."

Rob and I looked outside and saw the delivery guy dead. Before I go on, the couple had a maid.

"RYAN, ROB!"

 Rob and I ran up an saw the maid's head cut off with Tom and Jerry standing there. The butler came in and said that, "The man noticed that you guys were in the closet, so he gassed all of you. You guys got crazy and killed all of these people, Ryan killed the wife, Rob killed the man, Tom killed the maid, and Jerry killed the delivery guy.

Never ever mess with the mansion.

Trusting a fairy

    "Jaydyn," my mother said and I write about plants. Do you want to go plant? I asked her to give me thirty minutes, I'm writing.She said "okay,"and walked away like someone was calling her name. I sat on my bed and watched  TV wondering, why is nature so important?

   I looked over watching the door open thinking its one of our cat's or something although it wasn't. It was a white glow that was getting brighter as I kept starring over at it. I was getting frightened The more it got brighter. 

I asked suspicously, "who are you? Your scaring me." She started whistling as her dress and face appeared. She had a light voice but it seemed to echo . 

She said: "my life is weakening and that I need fairy dust to fix it."

"How do we make fairy dust?" I asked.

"Go outside make a plant with your mother," she said. "I will be with you and my fairies will help you. Once you do it your flower will rise. You my dear shall drink the fairy dust that comes out of the flower and the flower you have to use a daisy." 

I said: "okay,"and after she told me that all magic comes with a price." I will pay anything," I said, "Whatever it is I'll give it to you." 

"I want one of your rings on your necklace," she said.

 "I cant" I replied, "my grandma gave it to me a month before she passed."

"I know," the fairy said.

"But how?" I asked. "Only my grandmother knows." 

"I am your grandmother," I shook as she flew towards me. 

"What do you mean?" I asked defensively and she understood why. 

You look nothing like her "I said" demanding. I just want one so I'll always have something to cherish with you. I slowly gave it to her scared. 

"She said" don't worry, I've made peace with my other loved ones. 

"I said " thankfully, I understand, but as I carefully stood I need a ring from you. My sister Jaysona you know her right?

 Of course I do "she said". Well she has been begging a ring from your mom but she said no and she said of course  ill give it to you for your sweet big sister. 

We shook hands slowly like we were trading gold or something. I started gardening and once the plant was done I noticed the fairy dust coming out of the top. I slowly grabbed it ran inside and swallowed it.

 She looked at me and said, oh you foolish girl. I thought, why did I do that. I figured it was a terrable idea as my Eyes started closing  because I was dieing. I'm not your grandmother, I'm a demand who tricked you. My eyes were fully closed and I woke up in heaven gracefully blessing my family.

Surrounded

This was just a little rap/poem I wrote after looking at a picture in a magazine.

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Surrounded,

Left,       Right,        and Center

Executing Robots was it? That's All I Remember,

My Team Was Around Me,

Helping With This Thunderous Fight,

There was a Big Boy, named Peacekeeper, Firing With A Murderous Light,

Then There was Ajax, Getting All Up Close,

If These Robots Got A Kill, They Had No Time to Boast,

Cause We Had Our Sniper,

Picking Off Everyone,

KABOOM,        KAPLOW,

"Well, that was quite a bit of fun!''

"Yay! We took the lead! Let's start up a killing spree!"

Our Confidence Was High,

Almost Out Of Clips,

Wait, Was That Another Enemy Dropship?

The Snow

 As it will fall,
The animals will crawl

Into hibernation,
It's not a good time for vacation

The snowflakes twinkle in the light,
And the snow is very bright

It comes in the winter,
Although the pine trees may give you a splinter

But then there is Christmas,
And you drink that warm cup of Swiss miss

Even though you can't get a tan,
You can build a snowman

And then you are proud of it,
And there it will sit

But then it will melt,
Even though strong feelings you felt

You can catch a snowflake with your tongue,
Then your phone had rung

You hear the words "school cancelled,"

Woo hoo! You shout,
But hey don't get me wrong, some people pout

It's the best time of year,
But when it's all over you will think, "Hey summer is near."

Cat and Mouse

"The box.
The door.
The crumbling brick.
It begged for me to enter."

The distinct sound of gravel on asphalt rung through my ears as I shuffled to the intimidating building. The creaky noises began filling the already tense atmosphere with an ominous aura. Urban exploration had become my everything, never was it intimidating, just…

Peculiar.

I guess that's the word to describe it, but I'm peculiar too.

When is an adult in a prideful rainbow cape and red rubber rain boots, standing outside a vacant children's hospital not considered peculiar to some extent? I'll let you answer that yourself.

Being at this facility, I gained a deep sense of dread and I hadn't even entered. It pooled into my stomach and showed itself in my clammy, trembling hands. This never happened.

Am I being watched? I think as chills sliver up my spine engulfing me in a cold sweat.

It's fine, I'm fine, I fail to reassure myself.

As I'm about to open the door I stop to regain my sanity. I guess yoga taught me something useful, even if I only went to three classes.

"It seems that fate has brought us together," I sarcastically express in a raucous voice, I haven't spoken in a long while. My voice has become so harsh. But again, I start to the door handle and creak the emergency exit door open. Entering with immense caution, I stalk down the halls like a predator.



Little did I know, I was the prey.

A game of cat and mouse would soon begin.

The Mysteries of Keem Star

Keem star (Aka The Meme Star) was looking on the internet and found a blogger named Write on! He was thinking how he would make an over dramatic news story on it. But when he was going down, he saw the best thing he's ever seen: Thomas.T.T.

He knew that he had come across the most legendary thing ever. He had heard the story of him. The story all started with an unknown YouTube channel. This YouTube channel was so legendary that once you found it you would get 20 billion dollars. He also knew that he loved Taco Bell. Once Keem Star found a blogger post on Taco Bell he knew he hit the jackpot. After looking for a while he knew he had to quit his job for drama alert, and look for the YouTube channel to get 20 billion dollars.

...

The next day, he had quit his job and moved to a 0.01 star hotel and keep looking for the YouTube channel, but after he looked on YouTube he went back to Write on! After he had found out that there was a blog post called trump in space. He kept reading the blog post and saw something amazing: a YouTube video link by Thomas.T.T. He had found the YouTube channel! Now he had to wait for the add to buffer. After waiting for 30 days the add played. Now he had to watching the add he got very hungry. So he went to Taco Bell. When he was driving there he found out that there was a new triple rap taco dipped in nacho cheese with a taco shell on the on the outside or the taco taco. He had to get this new taco. Once he ordered seven Taco Tacos he went back home. He saw that the 24 hour add was a add you could skip, he got triggered. He skipped it and then he started watching the most amazing thing he'd ever Seen. This video called trump in space had the best editing best script. But he know he had to get the 20 billion dollars. So after watching the video he clicked on the channel. He subscribed to it. Right as he did this 20 billion dollars fell on to him. The first thing he bought was an 6 million dollar yacht. Next, he bought a house this house was 100 million dollars. It was only 100 million dollars because he had 456 Taco Bell's in it and and 365 bed rooms. He had a bed room for every day of a year and if it was a leap year for one day he was on his yacht. 


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Fantasy Story Capter 3

Welcome to the third chapter of my book. If you want to read the previous chapters or follow along as I write it, go to this link. Please comment and provide feedback.

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Chapter 3

Zane woke to Ed shaking him awake. He snapped open his eyes and looked around; it was still dark.

“It’s still dark out. Let me sleep,” he groggily said.

“We need to go. Now! Gadyar has sent out soldiers to go searching for you. You may be good with that sword, but you’re still no match for hundreds of armed soldiers. Let’s go.”

“Fine.”

They rapidly grabbed all their gear and ran into the woods. They ran until sunup. Finally, they stopped.

“It looks like we can’t take a direct route to the castle. They will definitely be guarding the roads. If we travel through the forest, we will reach the castle in around six days assuming no further complications. For now though, I will teach you a spell that will be useful. I couldn’t use it myself as I am not a half wizard, but I spent a lot of time learning about magic and can easily teach you. This spell will be a simple masking spell that should make our gear and us invisible. You will have to speak words from the ancient language of magic itself, like we did at the fire place. This time, however, the words are Factus latet.”

Zane instantly understood the words’ meaning. He remembered in summoning the sword that he spoke some words as well. Maybe that was a spell too. He chose not to tell Ed yet because he didn’t want to be embarrassed.

“Now, practice. You need to picture us disappearing as you speak the words. Never speak them without the intent of a spell as it could cause magic to escape. Now picture us disappearing and speak the words.”

Zane followed the instructions exactly as told and soon felt the magic wash over him. He knew that the spell had worked without even needing to look for Ed. He suddenly felt something on his back as a disembodied voice spoke.

“Well done. I didn’t think it would go that well on the first try. It took me a while to find you. We should proceed through the forest masked. This guise should help us in hunting; We need food. Also you should practice with sword fighting. That sword may amplify your abilities, but you should still be well trained in all kinds of combat. Your first practice will be to go get us some food without using your sword. Use you hands, traps, my dagger, or whatever else you come up with. Now go.”

Ed took Zane’s sword and sent him away. Zane wandered into the forest a bit and came across a deer drinking from a river. He tiptoed up to it and drew the dagger. Just as he was about to attack, snap, he broke a twig and the deer ran. He tried again and again, but still succeeded in catching nothing. After numerous failed attempts, Zane started to get frustrated. He tried to collect his thoughts and was preparing to summon a bow when he felt the presence again.

“I was wondering when you would start getting frustrated. I influenced Eduarow to send you out on this difficult task. He doesn’t know the half of how to train a wizard. To train a wizard, you must let the wizard learn on his own. You must show him hardship and have him overcome it. You however have been rushed into this, and already know some spells. If you want to be a fully trained wizard, you must allow the spells to come to you. You can use them as much as you want after that. Now you must resume your task, and don’t use a spell unless it enters your head as the only option. Also, the road to my dwelling is guarded heavily. Your only hope is to travel through the dust sea and approach my castle from behind. I fear our enemy has a warlock among him. I won’t be able to contact you again until you reach me. Tell Eduarow all I have told you and he will understand. If you need some extra help from now on, track down my associate in the town of Jerfud. He will help you. Goodbye.”

Zane felt the presence leave his head. That sure was a lot of knowledge he had received. He decided to do what the voice said, and resumed in his hunting task. Eventually night came, but Zane kept on trying. Finally, he spotted a small rabbit sitting in some brush and decided to pounce on it. Just before he did however, he felt some words enter his head. He instantly sensed their meaning to bend flame to his will. He focused on the rabbit and spoke the words.

“Flammam Parere”

The ground under the rabbit was set aflame. The rabbit almost instantly died and was cooked as well. Zane retrieved the rabbit and was about to return to camp when he saw a bright flash of light and heard a scream. He ran back to camp as fast as he could, completely forgetting about the rabbit. He arrived to see a bunch of soldiers looting their camp. He also saw someone dressed quite peculiarly. He was wearing a dark brown robe and was carrying a staff. This must have been the warlock. Zane remained hidden in the bushes. He considered using the hiding spell, but remembered that the voice had told him not to use it.

He remained crouching in the bushes while he snuck back into the forest. As soon as he was out of sight, he ran as fast as he could. He blazed through the forest, leaving Ed behind. He couldn't believe Ed was dead. Suddenly, he heard something. Looking around, he saw a soldier pursuing him. He started to run even faster. He jumped over roots, ducked under branches, and evaded the soldier at every opportunity. He looked back to check how far ahead he was, when the ground was pulled out from under him. He had tripped over a root.

The soldier arrived before Zane had a chance to get back up. He grabbed Zane by the shoulder and yanked him to his feet. He tied up Zane and started marching him back to camp. When they arrived, the warlock cast a spell on Zane and the world faded into oblivion.

He awoke to the voice speaking in his head once again. “It is a shame that happened to Eduarow. Luckily for you, they wanted you alive. I know I said not to accept outside help, but this is life or death. If no spells come to you in a time of need, then use one you already know. You will lose some of your training, but it will be worth it. Also, always try to use spells you learned by yourself before you try a different one. You will still need my help to escape. Allow me to fully enter you mind so I can persevere your surroundings better. Clear your mind and look around the room; I will do the rest.”

As suddenly as it arrived, the presence vanished. Zane took the instructions into heart and followed them. As he complied, he recognized the room. He almost always arrived here in the dreams. He almost never came out.

My past parenormal activities with a twist

When I was little and  I was in my room, I was playing with my dog for about 30min, and then a book fell off the shelf.  I went to pick it up, nothing was wrong with the shelf. It was not bent or anything. When I went to put the book back on the shelf, I saw another book fall off and then another one. It looked like they were getting thrown off the shelf but nobody was there.  I was getting a little freaked out, but I put the book back on the shelf and walked away. Later that day, I was going to bed and when I went down to my room there was nothing on the book shelf and no books were on the ground. All the books were gone.   I was really confused and nervous,  but I went to bed anyway. The next day, all the books were on the shelf. I know it does not make any sense, but its all true. I'm not making it up. Anyway, there was nothing else wrong in my room it was only on the book shelf.  It was like the book shelf was haunted or something. I had to go to school the next day, but all I could think about was the book shelf. The day went by quickly and still I could only think about the book shelf. When I went home, everything was where it should be and my room and seemed like someone cleaned it. I know that it was not my mom that clean my room because she was not home. But then I  woke up and  I realized that it was just a dream.

THE SEASONS COME

Yes, indeed the season has come.
The time when mothers throw their unwanted babies to the alligators.
So let me explain myself.
Now, we are in Louisiana where people do this as a holiday.
And this is not your average holiday, this is the most depressing holiday out there.
But that's okay because lots of states have their weird holidays like Hanukah and Easter.
 Like, who needs a holiday where you wait for a bunny to give you eggs with candy?
 Who needs those holidays when you have LAB day which is the best holiday out there?
And people ask why our state is so underpopulated.
Well it's because we get rid of the ones that are not needed.
 Well, that's all I can tell you because the government does not like it when people talk about holidays that are supposed  to be government protected.
 So goodbye for now and get rid of those babies. 👶🏼

And in the comments write what you think LAB stands for......

A story written by you...

This I what happens when you take a seventh grade class and pass around a notebook...

Fortunately, it's homecoming week. Unfortunately, Koya wants to die but she is the nicest person ever. But what she doesn't know is that she is already dead! Fortunately, Koya and I are the coolest people in the world, rock on! Unfortunately, Koya wants to die because her pet cat broke up with her. Fortunately her cat wants to ask her out to the dance because he feels bad! Shhhh don't tell a dead soul. Unfortunately, Koya's cat hates Nirvana and hate that Koya is already dead. She basically hates Koya, but feels bad. So Koya's cat, who she named Nirvana, comes up to her purring and meows "Will you go to the dance with me?" Unfortunately, Koya did not answer for awhile, and then her cat also died. But then Koya, woke up and saw her cat was dead so she, died too. Fortunately, She did not die but everyone else did. Unfortunately, they both fell in love and went to the dance together. Then they died. Fortunately, it was a Halloween dance and every one died.

Left Behind

"Sleep tight little child while I kill your parents."

It all began on December 25,1989 when I was picked off the shelf  and brought home to some little snot nose kid who does not deserve me, but oh well.
I was wrapped up and put inside a little box in until the next day on what they called Christmas.
As the little kids ran down the stairs and looked at all the presents, I was the first to be opened.
  They were so astonished they opened me and played with me right away.

Forgetting all the other presents, they went up stairs and played. It was so fun. They  ate with me and had tea parties  and Evan dressed me up in cute little outfits. One day when they went to the park and we had so much fun playing on the swings and the slide.

When they left, I had realized that they had LEFT ME BEHIND!
At first I thought that they  would realize I was gone and come back,but NO, THEY LEFT AND NEVER CAME BACK!
And ever since that day I have been going from house to house killing little children and their parents.

          "Ooo mom, can I get this one? It's so pretty."
           "No, why don't you just wait till Christmas to get presents and who knows Santa may get you your doll."
           "But I can't wait that long."
            "Yes, you can. Christmas is three days away."

            "Ok,ok I can wait."
             "Well, let's go and get you home before it gets dark and you catch a cold."
             "Ok,Mommy."


They drove home then the mother put the little girl to bed. And she waited till she fell asleep  then she went to the store. Her mom picked  me off the shelf and wrapped me up put me under the Christmas tree. The next day I would be opened.
so I waited until  the next day when I would be opened and played.
As the little girl ran down the stairs and got to the presents, of course she opened me first. It's  like little children had  this sense that attached them to me all the time .

   " Oh it's beautiful,  Mommy, I love it."
     " Good, I was hoping you would ."

Things To Put In A Bagette

Food, pearls, mini glass figurines, string, buttons, dry macaroni, small candies, nacho cheese, trash, teeth, other bagettes, contact lenses, paper, condensed milk, keychains, memories, your soul, marbles, broken bird bones, Cheez-Itz, mini pencils, miniature voodoo dolls, miniature replica weapons, antique photos of your grandmother, gold fish, eyeballs, hair, ear, snow flakes, Kool-Aid powder

Disclaimer: We are reffering to plastic bagettes, not baguettes.

Things that I hate:

 . the word "MOIST"

. spicy mustard

. broccoli

. people that go four miles an hour on the high way

. people that get 1 inch away and say, " I'm not touching you"

. people that can't get over them selves and walk threw life thinking the world revolves around them. like ha I've got news for you: " IT DOESN'T"

. when someone dabs and thinks they are all that and a bag of chips

. when I walk by the bathroom and hear, " I'm going for distance" its like eewwwww and none cared in the first place you wacko

. when people call me honey

. people being in a group project not doing anything, then blaming me

. the sound of people chewing

. the color pink

. losing an argument

. having homework on the week end or over break

. Gateway Elementary 

. annoying orange

. sexist comments by men

Ski Cooper

On Febuary 11, 2017, I went on a school sking trip. I had to wake up at 4:45 in the morning to be at the high school by 5:30. We stopped in Johnsonville at the halfway point. When we got to Cooper, it was alot smaller than I thought it would be. But on the plus side, it was easy to find friends if you have lost them, going down a slope. My best friend and I were together the whole time. On our first ski trip we had to take lessons because we had never been skiing before. One of the teachers signed a paper saying that my friend could leave whenever, but on my paper I couldn't. So she and I waited there for one and a half hours, for the teacher to come and check me out. Soon came lunch and my friend and I got two little chicken nuggets, and a little container of Apple sauce! We were STARVING! By the time the teacher came to let us out, we had an hour and a half to ski on our own! That sucked. But anyway, my friend and I went down our very first black slope at Cooper. It was great. We had a plan to stop halfway through our skiing time to go eat, but we just kept on skiing. I started to get hungry, and I looked at a clock and it was about time to go! So we went down the main slope. We then found out that a boy had broken his wrist, and a girl fractured her shoulder. The bus that I was on had to get her from the hospital, but she was fine. The way back went really fast, and in no time we were back at the high school at about six or seven. I can't wait for the next ski trip coming up in a couple of weeks!

Tiny trump

The scary day at school

     Today was a great day! I went to school, I got all my work done, and after school I went to art class. It was so much fun! We got to draw and make portraits. At prime time it was very scary. It's a story no one can understand. I went to use the bathroom and then I washed my hands. People say in fourth grade that there are ghosts in the middle stall, but I don't believe that because I don't believe in ghosts. I heard a noise right after I flushed the toilet. It was loud and I was confused. So I thought to myself, "Is it true?" Is there really a ghost? I screamed in my head and ran out of the bathroom like it was haunted! I couldn't believe it! I couldn't focus in math because I was way too scared about the haunted elementary bathroom! I talked to my aunt and she couldn't believe it! Was I hearing things? No way! I had to do something. So I talked to my friends. They finally had a plan.


              Part Two coming soon!

Rock life

I am just a rock
I have been through much.
Sometimes I get tired
of the daily repeat of my life.
So much to experience
So much to explore
So much to wonder
But only to find
I am too heavy for the wind to blow,
Too ugly to be turned into art,
Too dirty to be given as a gift,
So I will remain as a rock
And make the most of my rock life.

The date to the dance ( part 1 )

You're in language arts reading your book. You glance up from your book, and all you see is Jacob (your crush) looking at you. You quickly look back at your book. The bell rings and you pop out of your chair and get your things ready to go to lunch. You are walking to the door, and Jacob is standing in the doorway. The first thing that pops in your head is the dance this Friday. He slips a piece of paper in your binder, which you are holding in your arms. Opening the sticky note, you read it and it says meet me in the gym by the bleachers. You quickly head to your locker to put your things away. You slowly walk to the gym where he is waiting. As you are walking to the gym your friend,Vanessa, grabs you by the arm and takes you to the girl's locker room.

"Please help me. I need you to help me. I need help on a math test," Vanessa whined.

"Ok, I can't help you right now," I said.

 "Why?" Vanessa asked.

 Pulling out the note, you explained what happened.

"Ok," Vanessa said as she was pushing you out of the locker room into the gym.

You see Jacob sitting on the bleachers. You walk over to him.

"Hi," Jacob said.

"Hi. What did you want to talk to me about?" I asked.

"Umm, I was wondering if you would like to go to the dance with me?"

"Ya, I would like to go to the dance with you."

" But I".............   TO BE CONTINUED

The Flight

  "Air France 147, give takeoff code."

"T-I-T-A-N-I-C-9-5"

"Air France 147, Clear for takeoff."

"Copy that, pushing throttle." First officer, Han Anderson, was an experienced pilot, 600 hours in the air. His leader and captain, Anton Akse, was very new to flying, but was an amazing captain. This is the story of their journey on board 147, Air France, heading for Dallas.

"25, 60, 75, and... 80. Rotate." The captain slowly pushed back on the controller, lifting the nose in the air. No lift.

'Dim cabin lights," the control center of the aircraft was pitch black. "Much better, but why aren't we lifting. Put flaps to ten degrees" Han Anderson lifted the flaps, and intently, the giant Type 2 Bombarder lifted off the ground.

"Air France, 147, tune heading 198, and bring her up to 25,000." This call from the air traffic controller was the last communication these pilot would have from the outside world for a while.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome on board Air France, 147 to Dallas. It will be a long one with a total estimated time of 9 hours and 30 minuets." It was a terrible day to be flying, lighting blasting, dark as ever,  poring down rain, and the turbulance was terrible as ever.

"Thank goodness we are on board the sturdiest and safest plane in the industry." Mentioned Captain Akse.

"Your telling me," the first officer responded, "25,000, I'm putting autopilot on." The long flight to Dallas was a routine flight, besides from the fact of the lighting, turbulence, and unbelievable wind.

2 hours in...

"Captain, we have a problem," stated first officer Anderson across the pitch black cabin, "The wind has been blowing at 300 miles per hour for the last hour. We are most definitely off cou—"

"Remember what we are in the cockpit of. This plane has the autopilot to keep us on course with these winds for many days."

3 hours in...

Crack! There was a loud rumbling over the aircraft.

"We are losing altitude,  we might end up in the atlantic" The alarm blazed in the cockpit.

"We have been struck by lighting! Im not sure what it did but we are going down. Once again Captain Akse knew his aircraft. He pushed some flips and switches. The under-nose part of the aircraft opened up, and switch controlled thrusters shot down. The thrusters launched out fire and propelled the nose up.

"Type 2 Bombrader, we can't go down" the calm voice of the Captain soothed the first officer.

4 hours in... 

The pilots were unaware, but the systems of the type 2 Bombarder were failing. The auto pilot, the ILS landing systems, and the heading system were all down. By the time the pilots saw the auto pilot were dow, they were 400 feet from the atlantic.

''Why are the systems failing, this is supposed to be a safe plane!" While the systems of the aircraft were destroyed, the auto pilot did do one thing for the pilots. The ILS heading systems is trained to find ground, not water, to land in. The aircraft smashed, scratched and on fire, into the iceberg.

Mourning

Mourning,

Blessed yet cursed with the horrendous job
of dwelling on the memories of purity 
woven into a lattice of grief. 

Placed upon a web of pearls and wire, doused
in reflective light that glares onto the walls
filling each surface with patterns. 

Each breath taken is heavy and pained, yet 
brings the lungs euphoria and the sense 
of purity.

Your heart burns, 
with each thump, throb and pulse bringing 
a light crackle to the ear.

Doused in salt and anguish, 
drenched in tears and fear. 

A hunger to devour ones own heart 
develops, it grows like a cancer. 

Left with nothing but

Mourning.

 

Skiing

   On February 18, 2017, I went skiing with my friend and her family. I had to sign up for the lessons because it was my very first time skiing. Before we left we got all of my stuff and then on our way up to her house to get their stuff we stopped at the gas station. We went to the gas station because we wanted a few snacks for the car ride because it was about two hours. Then we went to go get the rest of their stuff, but her dad was not ready quite yet, so we just went to Wendy's to get dinner. We were done eating and we went back to the house, packed up everything and we were on the road!

   The whole car ride I was in pain because I had just gotten my braces tightened and I had sore on my lip. Finally, we arrived at the hotel we were staying at and unloaded everything, got our swimming suits on and went swimming. We went to the pool, then didn't want to swim, so we got into the hottub. Then we got to hot, so we went to the pool and swam for a bit. Later, we went to our room and took a shower, braided our hair, and went to bed.

   We woke up the next morning got all our layers on and we went to eat breakfast at "Pancake House!" Afterwards, we were on the road to the ski resort. It was about a 30-40 minute drive to Monarch.

   When we got there I had to take the lessons and that was so boring because before the lessons her mom showed me the main stuff on "The Bunny Slope." The whole time I was kinda being a "show off."

   Finally, the lessons were over and I actually got to ski by myself  with my friend! We went down green and blue slopes. I also went through the trees! That was fun,  but very hard and I fell ALOT!

   All in all, the ski trip was amazing and I had a lot of fun...thank you for taking me!

Bathroom Breaks for Dogs!

Did you know airports are making bathrooms for dogs?
As of August, 2016, federal regulation requires airports that service more than one hundred thousand passangers a year to establish at least one relief area for service animals inside each terminal.
The bathroom has to be wheelchair accessible and close to airline gates.
An inside dog bathroom has fake grass and a fire hydrant.
An outside dog bathroom has fake grass, a fenced in area, and a fire hydrant.

I think this idea of bathrooms for dogs is a great idea, because dog owners don't have to stress about getting off the plane and going outside to let the dog get air, potty, and run. Then running back to your airline gate. This takes off more stress from dog owners, because you can walk to a dog bathroom and walk straight back to your gate without a hassle.
 http://www.foxnews.com/travel/2016/05/01/animals-get-to-use-their-own-bathrooms-at-jfk-airport.html
http://www.usatoday.com/story/travel/flights/todayinthesky/2016/04/29/jfk-airport-dog-pet-relief-area/83653984/
Click here to see where these bathrooms are being installed!
http://petfriendlytravel.com/airports

Claustrophobia

The crowd, struck with grief, watched as my polished coffin was settled six feet under. My inheritors babble while watching the dirt begin to pile atop the tan surface. They didn't know. I didn't either, until it was too late.

My eyes crack open, my mouth dry and the atmosphere thick. I pull my head up and my neck is stiff. Blam! I feel a bruise begin to form on my forehead. It was so terrifyingly dark. I feel my chest heave as the hyperventilating commences.

"Hello? Hello!?" I wail. I begin to scream and kick, the confined walls trapping me. The air thickens and I panic more. I feel around. The velvety case is softly caressing my back. Racking my brain I think of what had happened.

"Where am I?" The question freely escapes my lips, "Who am I? What's happening?" I inwardly cringe at my hoarse voice and the raw feeling bubbling up in my throat. My thoughts darken as I think of the horrific thriller movies I've watched.

Kidnaped? No, no. A killer thought dawns upon me.

I've been buried alive. I feel my chest rise and fall at a much quicker rate.

"Help! God, someone! Anyone! Please," my voice cracks and I tremble. My screaming and quick breath intakes makes the air feel thicker as dread grabs my intestines and curls it into a tight knot. The air was running low. I was going to suffocate. I jut my legs up kicking the roof of the casket, I had to break free. I don't wanna die. Bile rises up into my mouth and I cover my lips so I don't vomit. It's too thick to break.

I'm going to die. This can't be happening. This never happens. I've been so lucky. Bad things don't happen to me. I stare blankly into the eternal darkness, sobs crawling out of my mouth like cockroaches. I mutter prayers, but I know it's over. I can barely get wind inside of me.  My panic attack wasted so much precious air. I hate myself, my family. Why did they get this kind of thick wood, the wood that would encase me for centuries to come. The air becomes even denser and I feel myself choke slightly. The walls feel like they collapsed on me as every breath I have ever took in my whole life is strangled from me. I feel my arms mindlessly push the walls, trying to make the walls back away. Give me space to move and gulp down as much oxygen as my dying lungs could ever wish for. I took the ability to breathe for granted. My eyes go wide and I let out one final gasp. One final plead. My last words...

"Help... me..."

The world spirals into a meaningless pit of blankness.




Claustrophobia- the irrational fear of being in a confined space.

Fantasy Novel Chapter 2

Welcome back guys. I've been working on this while still waiting for comment on Silvius' story. You can find it here: Silvius' Story.  If you want to read the first chapter of this Fantasy novel here: Fantasy Novel Chapter 1. Thank you and enjoy.
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Gadyar and Ed walked into the corner and started conversing. Zane couldn’t hear what they said, but he got the feeling that it wasn’t good. After a while, they came back and took him upstairs like nothing happened. They entered a big, empty room. That’s when it happened again. He had a flashback to his dreams. They were going to do a test of magical ability. This must have been what the conversation was about.

“We’re going to test you for magical ability,” Gadyar said, right on cue. “This normally doesn’t happen, but because of your performance in the vision, we think it’s necessary. If you pass this test, you will forgo all others.”

“What will we do?” Zane asked even though he had a good idea already.

“You will lie down on the ground and focus on a weapon of your choice. It can look like whatever you want and be whatever type of weapon you want. If you are magical enough, then the weapon will appear and never leave your side. Half wizards are rare, so a summoning hasn’t happened in over a millenia. However, you will still be trained with this weapon, and will never use any other.”

Zane followed the instructions as the dream faded from his memory. When he attempted to picture the weapon however, he was at a loss. He tried to remember what he pictured in the dream, but he couldn’t. He had no training in fighting whatsoever, so he had no preference. He decided he would just close his eyes and let the image come to him. Numerous images flashed through his mind, but none seemed right. Until a image of a highly ordained sword appeared. It was made of a shiny metal that he intuitively knew to be stronger than any mortal one. The hilt was inlayed with all sorts of gems. He got the feeling that this was an ancient weapon designed for him specifically. Suddenly, he heard a voice in his head.

“You can sense the power?” The voice intruded. It sounded more ancient and wise than anything he had ever heard. He didn’t want to speak aloud, so he attempted to answer with his mind.

“Yes,” he thought, and was startled when the voice answered.

“I thought you might. I sent this image of the blade to you to see if you could recognize it. The tests Gadyar had planned for you will prove nothing if you can produce this blade. It has been lost to the ages for uncountable eons. Since before the great war. You must focus on the image, and then say the words I send to your head. Understood?”

“Yes, but who or what are you?”

“I can’t tell you now, but all will be revealed in due time. After Gadyar accepts you, you will go to train with the soilders. I will tell you what to do from there when I contact you again.”

Suddenly, the presence vanished. Zane was left with only the image and the words, alva cal. He attempted to follow the instructions, so he focused on the image until he could resolve it in great detail. The hilt was carved with engravings of dragons. The blade itself had ilegible characters older than time itself. He felt the power of the blade rush through him as he spoke the words.

“Alva cal”

His eyes snapped open against his own discretion. A blinding light flashed through the room. The light went out. The only thing left in the room, was the sword and Zane. He looked around, but saw no one. He was quite startled, but shook it off, walked over, and picked up the sword. He felt the incredible power of the sword wash through him once again. He got the feeling that he shouldn’t carry the sword out in the open, so he sheathed it. He walked over to the door, but before he could reach it, Gadyar walked in. Gadyar failed to notice him, and walked into the room along with Ed.

“Where did he go?” Gadyar asked.

“The magic might have ate away at his body completely,” Ed responded.

“Well, I guess that means no cleanup.”

“Yea, but I had such high hopes that he would be the one.”

That’s when Zane walked out from behind the door.

“What are you guys talking about?” he asked.

“What are you doing here?! We thought you died. It’s been over a day.”

“What do you mean. I pictured the weapon, and summoned it.”

“The feat of magic must have drained you, but if you summoned it, then let us see it.”

Zane set his hand on the hilt of the sword, and once again felt the power rush through him. He drew the blade.

“Is that—”

“It is.”

“But it can’t be. That weapon is just a legend.”

“You said I could picture whatever weapon I wanted.”

“Yes, but...but let me hold it. Verify its authenticity.”

Zane sensed that Gadyar had bad intentions, and allowing the blade to enter his hands would be a bad idea.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” Zane said.

“Why not. I am the one who will host you. Train you. It would be common courtesy!”

The voice came to him again. All time froze, and he was left with only the voice.  “I was wondering when you would wake up. It has been a day as they said. You must not allow Gadyar to get the weapon at all costs. He will use it to take over all of Algasia. I can’t believe I didn’t see if before. A dark power has corrupted his mind, and he will stop at nothing to win. He is the great evil you have come here to destroy. Take Ed. He swore an oath to protect you, and he will. You must learn how to use the sword. As I’m sure you guessed, it is not an ordinary sword. You must figure out most of the secrets yourself, but I will tell you this. The sword will guide your movements, and requires very little training. Let it take hold when you fight, but maintain power over it or you will corrupt. Now I will unfreeze time. You must seek me at the castle you saw in the vision. Ed will know how to get there. Now go.”

Time snapped back. Gadyar started getting more and more angry.

“Give me the sword!” he yelled.

Zane charged at him and slashed. He felt the sword guiding his movements as the voice had said. But Gadyar seemed invincible. He would not go down. Zane gave up with the fruitless attempt, and snatched Ed.

“Go, GO!” he screamed.

He led Ed outside the house, where they were greeted by a group of soldiers. Zane attacked with the sword like there was no tomorrow. He slashed, stabbed, parried, and dodged. The soldiers put up little resistance. Zane and Ed ran out of the town and down the road. They didn’t stop until they reached the cover of the forest.

“What happened?” Ed asked, gasping for breath.

“Gadyar has been possessed. He is the evil I am hear to fight. He wanted the blade. We need to get to the castle.”

“You’ll have to be more specific.”

“The one we saw in the vision. Someone there contacted me, and told me to come there. They also told me about this sword, and Gadyar.”

“Okay. Now calm down. We can make camp here for the night, and continue to the castle in the morning. I will also try to train you in magic as we travel, but for now, have a good night’s sleep. You’ll need it.”

Zane made a bed out of some pine needles lying nearby and was soon asleep.