RevengeDear Mr. Solito,
I'm sorry. I went too far. Maybe you thought that the ever-escalating pranks were some form of bonding with your student, or maybe you were showing off so that the other kids would like you, but to me it was just teasing. Using my name instead of famous people's names in history? That's okay, it's kind of funny, except when you make me Hitler. Putting a kick me sign on my back? Childish, but ultimately funny. But putting a big pink ribbon on my head and having it stay there all day? As if I didn't have enough problems already, with people thinking I'm gay. That's just mean and you should've known it. So yeah, I'm sorry, but not that sorry. And anyways, it was the perfect prank. You have short little dinosaur arms like a T-rex. I had a packet of itching powder that I could drop on your back and you'd never be able to reach to scratch it. I didn't mind that it wasn't as boisterious and noticable as your pranks on me. All that matters is that I know I got you good, and th
Tough Choices"There it is. She's a real beaut, eh?" said Chris. He was pointing at the yellowed stone door. Pictures were inscribed all over its face in brilliant reds and blacks. It was at least three times taller than him. But most importantly, it was their last obstacle.
"How do you think we get past this one?" asked Jodie. They'd already figured out the timing pattern on a hallway full of swinging weaponry and figured out the solution to a matching problem as the walls slid towards them and threatened to squish their bodies to pulp, as well as a handful of other deadly traps. Before that they had to steal the map from an adventurer, steal a boat from a tourist company, and steal a car from a taxi driver. This doorway was the last barrier between them and eternal riches. Chris ran his hand along the wall and felt a distinctive difference between the red and black paint. The red painted was raised up and it was connected as if the painter had never lifted their brush off the canvas. Chris pointed
Orange You Glad I Wrote?Dearest Reginald,
I have found the most extraordinary fruit here on my travels in the tropics. It is a nearly perfect sphere, like those little white balls in that sport you keep trying have me play, right down to the little dimples, though it's big enough to fill my hand. There is a skin on the outside, and the locals tend to peel it in such a way that it looks like and elephant. Silly me, you won't know what an elephant is, but I assure you the image is quite correct. I have also seen them peel it into beautiful spirals. I would almost call it art, if the people who created it weren't such savages the rest of the time. The fruit, on the other hand, is amazing. Its skin is a bright color, a sort of mix between red and yellow. If you took your Aunt Madeline's hair color and blended it with the light of the sun, you'd be on the right track. The fruit inside is what is truly amazing. It's sectioned off into pieces shaped like the moon at quarter-full. Each slice has a thin skin, and insi
The Church of SheenAtlazul lit the lamps with his torch as he walked down the spiral stone staircase. Not that the seven disciples behind him could see anyways with their eyes covered in sacred cloth, but he felt it added to the magic of the ritual. The first disciple held his hand, and the disciple behind him held the first's, as they formed a long chain. They were nearing the ritual room. Atlazul could tell because the air was changing. It was cold, and smelled like mold and moss. When they had all entered the room, Atlazul slammed the door shut for effect and watched as shivers crawled up the disciples' spines. He uncovered their eyes and told them to sit down. There were seven granite seats arranged in a semi-circle. In front of them was a perfectly smooth and flat wall. Atlazul stood to one side and pulled out his wand. He waved it at the projector in the back of the room, and an image was display on the wall. As soon as the disciples saw it, they bowed their heads in reverence. It was a man's face,
Open Your Eyes"I have to admit, I never expected to see you here." She sat down on the couch as he spoke. She pressed her hands into the cushions on either side, as if she might fall over at any second. He sat on the edge of his desk. His feet swung slowly beneath him as he admired the stunning creature in front of him. It was true, he never expected this girl to be in his office, or to ever see her again at all.
"It's not too weird, is it? You always helped me out in school, so when I saw your name in the phonebook it felt like a sign." She leaned towards him, every inch of her begging for help. He was in no hurry to start talking about her problems, and shatter the perfect image he had of this woman, so instead he drank her in. Blonde hair curled around her shoulders and framed her face, a face that always looked child-like and exuberant. Her body was small and firm. Back in school he never had the chance to ask her, but he was certain she must have been a gymnast.
"Not at all. I'm not at liberty
The Girl Who Spoke...Rev2.5
A secluded forest,
in the middle of night.
Breeze flowing strong,
moon shining bright
and in the air, a song.
She flipped and spun,
never touching the ground,
her equal: none.
Turquoise hair tied up in a bow.
A flower on the left,
balanced just so.
It matches her skin,
She sits by the river:
a place she can think.
She lays down on her back
and looks up at the sky
Something brushes her leg
with a smack.
"Probably a leaf, floating by."
When it happens again
She peers down into the river
and what she saw then
caused her to shiver.
It was a new animal,
one she'd not seen before.
Something she'd not thought possible:
he lived off the shore.
"What are you?" she asked
as she looked at his eyes,
"I'm a fish", he said
and flicked his tail with a swish.
"I heard your song
and stopped to listen.
That 's a wonderful voice
that you've been given."
He brushed her once more,
his lips on her leg.
What was he doing?
She had to beg.
"It's a kiss, from me,
The Girl Who Spoke...Rev0.5
No other people ever came to her part of the forest. She made markers out of sticks and placed them on the trees so than anyone who ventured over would be able to find her. But if they even existed, they must have preferred to stay where they were or they were very far away, because she never saw them. She did her best to make sure that anyone who saw the markers would know that she intended to feed them, welcome them, and give them anything they needed to continue on their journey, but no one took her up on her offer. Some days, when the sun was too hot and she stayed inside, she would ask herself why nobody came. Maybe they couldn't read her messages, or maybe they would feel bad taking advantage of her generosity. Whatever the reason was, it didn't bother her. As soon as her friends stopped by she forgot all about the idea of other people. Each morning, the robins flew in and ate the seeds she left out for them. They told her stories of their adventures: what they saw when they went
Lee's mind was a terrifying place. In Lee's mind, there was a ghost waiting for her on the other side of the bathroom door. There was a vampire crouched outside her window, and a zombie clawing its way out of her front yard, in Lee's mind. Lee however, is a teenager with the imagination of a child. With the stress of an impending wisdom tooth surgery and the fear of being put under, her imagination has gone into overdrive. The night before the surgery, Lee woke from a nightmare, screaming. Her mother rushed to her room, but saw no sign of the werewolf that Lee was screaming about.
"Lee honey, there's nothing here. Not even a shred of fur. There's nothing to worry about. I know you're scared about your surgery, but it's a common surgery. I've had my wisdom teeth out, so has your father, and probably a lot of your friends."
"But what if a monster attacks me?" Lee said. Her mother sighed, kissed her daughter, and left the room. She knew this was a dead-end conversation. She had tried a th
The JourneyJerem was disheartened. Only twenty of his clan's breedmates had survived the winter, and only half that remained today as they made their trek through the forest. His pace had grown slow. This wasn't a terrible issue, as the speed of their journey did not matter, only that they succeeded in reaching their destination. It did, however, leave them at risk for more danger. A worried young breedmate, Testo, questioned Jerem why they had slowed.
"Hmm, I suppose we have slowed down, haven't we?" Jerem stroked his hand across his face and looked to the night sky. Haro, an older breedmate on his second trek, brought a suggestion to Jerem.
"Perhaps we should rest for the night, Jerem. We could use the energy and we'll pick up the pace in the morning." Jerem was disinclined to the idea. He would have preferred to keep plodding along all night, as was his nature. The relieved look on the faces of his crew swayed his mind, and he agreed. The other breedmates began setting up camp, arranging folia