Friday, September 6, 2013
Missing
Scenario: You wake up in the middle of the night, and your most treasured possession is gone! What is it? Where did it go? Why? Write a short story of 700 words in response to this prompt. It is due at the end of class on Monday for Mr. Kupiec's class and at the end of class on Tuesday for Mrs. Ell's class.
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I wake up and get out of bed. I feel like something is missing. I play it off thinking it’s nothing continuing my daily routine. I finish and get dressed still not knowing what’s missing. I leave for school trying to focus on my studies but I just can’t get over it. I think about what might be missing. I went through my room listing off things it might be. “Could it be my Xbox? No I saw that, maybe my bank with all my money? No I got my lunch money from there, man what could it be”. I still couldn’t put my finger on it. So I didn’t worry about it that much during school. I finally trudged through my day and got home. I began to search through all of my belongings. Making a mental check list of what I see. And nothing struck me as missing. I left it alone and went to dinner with my family. It was my birthday so I couldn’t be troubled. The next morning I woke up with the same horrible feeling. It was a Saturday so I had all day to figure out what it was. I asked my mom to help me so she and I walked into my room.
ReplyDelete“Mom do you see anything missing from my room?”
“Hmm. I doesn’t seem like anything is missing.”
“I know it, I just know something is missing I just can’t tell what!”
“Alright, just let me know if you need anything else.”
She then walked out of my room leaving me puzzled as to what was missing. I decided to lie down in my bed and I thought. I thought about all of the gifts I have received I the past and one particular one stood out. It was a log book of when my father was in World War 2. That book meant more to me than anything else. I had to find it. I tore my room up again looking for that book but I never found it. I asked my mom and dad if they had put it in a safe spot but they hadn’t seen it. I began to retrace my steps to when I last saw it. It was when I had my friend over. I had showed it to him because he is really into history. I went to his house and asked him if he had seen it. He said no, so I decided to watch him for a while to see if he was lying. The next day I came back with a few hidden cameras and microphones to put in his house to see if he had it. I put one in his room facing his desk, one in his living room and one in his dining room. I also hid in a dense tree overlooking his window. I watched him for a few days and nothing. It only took me a week to see that he didn’t have it and I went in and removed the cameras and the microphones. I looked all over the place like at pawn shops and eBay but it didn’t turn up anywhere. I was horrified that it was gone. It was one of the only things I had to remind myself of my grandfather who died a couple years ago. I thought all hope was lost until that Sunday when my mother bought a newspaper and in the classifieds there was an offer for a World War 2 log book. I decided to do a little research on the guy who put the ad up. It turns out he was a renowned thief who steals from people all the time. I decided to call him and say I was interested in purchasing the book. I offered him a deal he couldn’t refuse and told him to meet me in an abandoned parking garage. When he pulled up I emerged from the shadows and confronted him. He put down a briefcase and kicked it to me. There was the log book and a note telling me to put the money in the case and to slide it back to him. I took out the book and put a brick in the case with a note like his telling him the cops were on their way to arrest him. I then walked the case over to him and hit him with it saying, “Hopefully you’ve learned your lesson about stealing from me.”
It was late on a Tuesday night I was finishing up some of my history homework, I had my cellphone right beside my textbook. I was almost finished but I struggled heavily keeping my eyes open reading through the long and boring pages of my history textbook. Before you knew it I blacked out, I woke up about two hours later in complete confusion not knowing where I was. Minutes later I caught my site and realized I was in my room, I looked at the desk in front of me and remembered I was doing my history homework. It was almost two in the morning when I checked the time and I thought to myself I would finish my homework in the morning before my class. I got up and changed into a t-shirt and some sweats to go to bed with. So I left my book on desk and thought to myself where my phone was. Immediately I went to go look where I always leave it beside my bed charging, but I when I looked there I found my charger but my phone wasn’t plugged into it. I started to get a bit skeptical because at that moment I really had no idea where my phone was at all. I sat on my bed and started to think of all things I was doing before I started doing homework and when I was doing it. I remembered that I ate dinner before I started doing my homework so I went to my dining room to go see if I had left on the table or dropped it on the floor.
ReplyDeleteI had a carpet floor so it would make sense that I wouldn’t have heard it if it fell. I looked under the table in hopes that it would be there but I saw nothing. The worst part about me losing my phone was that I always had it on a very faint vibrate so I wouldn’t be able to hear it ring if I tried to call it. I checked in my living room just in case if forgot I had went in there but with no luck I still didn’t find my phone. I began to get frustrated because now I had no idea where I should look because I looked in all the obvious places where I thought I would leave my phone at. Minutes passed I as I just sat on my bed once again completely dumbfounded on where the whereabouts of my phone were. I just gave up on being logical and started looking in ridiculous places like under my bed or in my closet. There were moments where I just sat on the floor closing my eyes and hoping by the time I would open my eyes again that my phone would just magically appear right in front of my face. Sadly that was just too good to be true for me. Then I went back to square one and started looking around my desk checking on the floor underneath it, moving it around checking behind it. I still had no luck at all in finding it.
At that point I was so ready to just give up. The thought never crossed my mind that any of my siblings would take it because by the time I had started to do homework they were all already asleep and I was the only one awake so there was no way possible it could have been anyone of them trying to play a joke on me. I ran out of ideas, but then I just decided to sit back where I was doing homework in hopes that just sitting there would jog my memory and give me a clue as to where my phone might be. Nothing worked, so at that point I gave up because it was getting very late so I began to put all pencils and things away in my backpack. The last thing I went to put away was my history textbook, I closed it but it didn’t close all the way I just thought that the pages folded on top of each other so I pressed down harder and it still wouldn’t close. Then I picked up my textbook and shook it and out fell my phone in between some pages. I felt so relieved that I found it and I felt so stupid that it was practically right in front of me the whole time.
Ha. I have found my phone in the weirdest places.
DeleteIt was a late Saturday night; I had just woken up from a bad dream. I dreamt that I had gotten chased by someone and I had left my wallet behind. It had all my money my ids and my credit card. I got up from my bed and started to look around to see if it was where I had left it before I went to bed; I saw nothing. I thought to myself where did I leave the wallet? I decided it would be best to get up and look for it. I turned the lights on but everything felt so fake. I didn’t know what to think, the only thing that went through my head was, “I’m either dreaming or sleep walking.” I turned the lights on but everything seemed to not be in its place. I slowly started searching around my room. I looked under my bed, the dresser, my drawers and still nothing. I had finally fully woken up and I was panicking because I didn’t know what was going to happen to my stuff and what my mom would say to me. All my money would be lost and nowhere to be found. The torturous wait at the Motor Vehicle would have been so long and annoying. All these thoughts just went through my mind immediately. Then I remembered I had left a cross that my grandmother had given me before I had left Dominican Republic. That cross meant so much to me because that’s the only thing that I could grab whenever I missed her ; I hadn’t seen her for more than 5 years. I decided to keep looking for it even harder; time passed slowly but to me it felt like I had been searching for hours. I decided it would be best to go lie in bed and attempt to fall asleep. Little did I know that I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep. I kept twisting and turning and I couldn’t fall asleep what so ever. Finally around 3 am I somehow fell asleep. Early in the morning I had finally woken up and I rushed downstairs to find no one home. I didn’t know where my mom had gone. I tried to call her but nothing; all I kept getting was the operator. I spent all morning searching through my room; and I didn’t accomplish anything but making a mess. I got mad because my wallet with the cross was nowhere to be found. I woke my little brother up with all the noise I was making.
ReplyDeleteHe asked, “What are you doing up so early? Go back to sleep.”
I quickly replied, “I can’t go back to sleep I lost grandmas cross that she gave me when I left.”
My brother knew how much that cross meant to me so he decided to get up and help me search for it throughout the whole house. We searched for a few hours and still we couldn’t find the wallet with the cross in it. I felt so hopeless because I couldn’t find it; tears slowly came down my cheeks and my brother tried to calm me down but it didn’t help at all. I went to my room and locked the door; I didn’t want to see or talk to anyone because of the horrible mood that I was in. My mom had gotten home and she asked my little brother where I was. My little brother pointed at my room and quickly went to my room to see what was up.
“Mauricio, what’s the matter why are your eyes red?” asked my mom
I started sobbing and replied “I…….lost grandmas………cross that she gave me.”
My mom gave me a hug and said don’t worry ill find it. She went downstairs to see if she had any luck finding it but she couldn’t find it either. She went outside to see if it had fallen somewhere but she couldn’t find anything. When she had finally given up hope she walked towards the steps of my house and saw a dark object beneath the stairs of the entrance. She quickly went to see if that was my wallet. She dashed towards me and said, “Look what I found!” I had the biggest smile on my face and gave her the biggest hug ever. She said be more careful next time, and check before you go to sleep were you leave it at.
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DeleteObjects of sentimental value are always the most painful to lose.
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ReplyDeleteStories are everywhere in that little pig shaped hard drive. All of my works and pictures and love and passion for writing are in one tiny animal that I keep with me at all times. The little hard drive is practically my life, without it, some of my past is wiped away with no trace of it ever being there.
I go to bed like every other night. I listen to music, draw, then turn everything off and close my eyes. Tonight I had an odd feeling of wanting to write something. It’s like you have a story in your head and you want to write it but you don’t exactly know what it is. I take out my lap top and reach into my hand bag for my little pig of stories. Nothing. I can’t feel anything in my bag. At this point I freak out. I don’t really care about my anything in my bag but my flash drive…and it’s gone. I rush to turn on the lights. I look everywhere. I start looking through my messy desk, pushing things on the ground clearing it off. I don’t care that my room is now a mess or that I look like a mad women, I need to find that flash drive. It’s like my baby. It was so little in the beginning but now it’s growing with me and it has all that I created on it. I open drawers and empty out my desk. It’s nowhere.
Where could it have gone? What did I do with it? It’s nowhere, my room is now a complete mess and I’m not a step closer to finding my flash drive. I try and remember what I did earlier that day. I had used it in school and at home, after school, so I remember that I brought it home. I remember distinctly putting it in my hand bag and closing it. So what happened that night that made it disappear? What happened!? I start to put some stuff away. I was exhausted but my room was a mess and tomorrow was a Saturday so I had time to waste that night. I put the papers back in the drawers and cleaned my desk up and the rest of my room. I take a deep breath, sit on my bed and grip the comforters and hold back tears. All those stories and ideas and pictures, are gone and I can’t find them.
The next day I start looking through the whole house. I can’t find it anywhere. I look under games and boxes and in games and boxes. The little lost pig was nowhere to be found. I don’t tell anyone how devastated I am to have lost my flash drive. No one really knows just how many unfinished and finished stories and ideas are on that little guy. I ask some of my family members if they have seen it but I don’t want my parents thinking that I’ve lost something they bought for me. I look everywhere for it. I even take the adventure of looking outside for it. I look in the wood shed, and got plenty of splinters to prove it, and in the garage and in the grass and garden. It’s gone. At this point I sit down on the grass and start to cry. My dog comes over to my side and lies down.
“Why Midnite why? That flash drive has everything on it. Stories that I didn’t even tell anyone I was writing, pictures of family and friends. And now it’s gone.” Midnite just nudges me further to get more pettings. I start to tear up. Those stories were of my life, and where ones I created a long time ago. And now I can’t see them anywhere.
Tonight we are going to watch a movie. I watch it but don’t get into it because I’m thinking of my flash drive. I know I brought it home in my bag, but I don’t remember ever touching it when I got home. After the movie everyone is going to go upstairs and get ready for bed. I stop my brother before he can go up and ask
“Hey have you seen my flash drive?” His reply made my want to bang my head against the wall.
“Oh yeah I had to use it for a project. It’s in the computer.”
I really like this. Very good.
DeleteI awaken at 2:36 am because of a nightmare that I wish would never become true. My family was gone. I looked everywhere and they were nowhere to be found. It was like there was not even a single trace of them in my dream. It was the most horrible thing ever. I just sat there bawling, endlessly. Thank god it was just a dream. Who knows how I would function without them.
ReplyDeleteTo take the anxiety away from what my dream had caused I went to go check on my family. I slowly got up and lingered down the hall tip toeing so no one was disturbed. I check my brother’s room first since it is the closest. And there he was, peacefully sleeping. At that moment everything felt better. It was just a dream. My worries were gone. I knew it was just a dream; there was no way that something that horrific would actually happen to me. I quickly turn back and head back to my bed. However before I shut my eyes to fall back asleep I decided that I should just check on my parents. Just to be safe. As I walk down the hall to their room I think of how crazy I was to actually dream that and how relieved I was for it not to be real.
I peek into my parent’s room and I can’t clearly see them. I start too slightly panic. I quickly run up to their bed and they aren’t there. At that moment I was doing everything in my ability to calm down. It was just a dream, I reminded myself. They must be downstairs I thought. Knowing them they probably knocked out in front of the TV. I quickly go downstairs in hope that they are there. I look around. Nowhere. They were absolutely nowhere to be found. All a sudden all the anxiety comes rushing back. I pick up the phone and call them. No answer. At that moment I lose it. I run upstairs as quickly as I could and awaken my brother, doing the best I could to not scare him that much. That’s all I need for him to be scared as well. I can barely handle myself. There is no way that I can handle the both of us.
I’m at loss of words and emotions. I just don’t know what to do, what to think. I can’t take it. The thought that this nightmare has come true makes me crumble a bit inside. Why is this happening? What did I do to deserve this? At this point nothing in my mind has me think that this is still just a dream. I wish. This was no dream. My parents were gone. I know that I wasn’t overreacting; I knew that they didn’t just go out for the night. That’s not like them, my mom tells me every time she goes somewhere. They wouldn’t just leave us. They weren’t answering their phones; after 108 miscalls I think a person would answer.
ReplyDeleteAs I look around for some type of clue or lead to give the police when I call them I find nothing. Everything looked pretty normal. I see my mom’s purse which scared me because I know that she wouldn’t go a single foot step without it. That gives me the feeling that she was dragged unwillingly out the house. As I start gathering my thoughts, it just doesn’t make sense to me. Why would someone try to take them? Why was I unable to hear them get taken out the house? Was the kidnapper that slick? No that couldn’t have been the case; there is no way that my father was unwillingly taken out the house. He could fight back.
I don’t even know what to do in a situation like this. All I could do is just break down and cry. There was no hope that this was just a dream anymore. This was real life. My parents either abandoned my brother and me or they were taken. I can’t even digest the idea of them abandoning us. They loved us, my brother and I haven’t done anything to make them want to leave us like that. I just go back to the slightly less horrific idea that they were taken. They are now in danger. I need to call the police instantly. I pick up the phone and dial 911 as I’m shaking nonstop. The phone rings for what feels like forever. When a man with a raspy voice answers the phone and says hello, I’m at lost for words at first, then I just start screaming while explaining what happens. At that moment my brother starts crying hysterically and all the man kept saying was to calm down and speak slower. How was he expecting me to do that at a time like this? When he finally grabbed a sense on what was happening he said that he couldn’t do anything until more hours past he said that the was very sorry but they are not legally identified as missing yet. At first that gave me a sense of relief because I thought that they might just come back soon and that I’m over reacting. That sense of relief was quickly taken away because I know I was over reacting this was really happening.
Excellent job. I really felt the suspense.
DeleteI have always had a hard time waking up from my nightmares but three nights ago that was not the case. I was in the midst of getting attacked by horrific strangers three nights ago. I was running with all my might away from them, disregarding my difficulty in breathing as it is and forgetting about my running skills which were the exact opposite of a track star’s skill. After what felt like endless running I lost strength, I felt the effects of my asthma take over me and they finally caught up to me. I was pushed and punched. I could feel the fists penetrate my stomach. I was coughing and crying. I was not sure about what was going on or why that was happening to me. I could not even remember why I was getting chased in the first place. When I fell on the ground everything around me became silent. The silence was deafening; was that the sound of death which I so strongly feared? I was not too sure about what I wanted to do. I wanted to scream and shout for help but I felt as if that would have been pointless considering there seemed to be no one but my enemies around. The one thing I was positive about not wanting to do was to open my eyes. I was terrified of what I was going to see…not just the faces of those attacking me but also of any potential weapons that were about to take my life away. Millions of thoughts were zooming through my mind but at some point they were abruptly interrupted by the most important thought of them all—I was having a nightmare. I breathed in and opened my eyes to reality; I opened my eyes to my dark room and unconsciously reached to my locket like I usually do when I’m startled. The strange part though is that there was no necklace around my neck. That’s when my true nightmare began.
ReplyDeleteI grabbed my cellphone and checked the time, it was 12 o’clock…I thought about how I had slept early that night in vain. I extended my hand to my nightstand and searched for my locket there but again, there was nothing to be found. My heart started beating extremely fast because obviously, that locket meant a whole lot to me. Forgetting about the nightmare that recently took over my mind; I began struggling to think of places where the necklace that beheld my locket could possibly be. I went to the bathroom and checked every single corner and returned to my room and did the same there. Everyone in my house was sleeping, but at that moment I did not care because all I could care about was my locket. I turned on all the lights and whoever woke up, considering how meaningful this piece of jewelry was to me, assisted me in looking for it. I panicked. I was crying and yelling vociferously, I was being quite a child performing the worst tantrum of them all but honestly, I had all the right to. That locket was given to me years ago, when I was about 10 by my grandmother Angela. I spent most of my time with her while she was here in the United States. I would sleep over her house, she would take me to church, she would feed me, and we grew very fond of each other. When time came near to her depart to Guatemala, she felt the worry and sadness I was feeling. She gave me the locket in representation of her being with me. I remember her words, “Calm down Zuly, I’m not dying. Yes, I’ll be far away but don’t worry, I will return once I get all my papers fixed. We’ll be physically together again. Keep this, so you can always remember I’m still there for you…I’m only a phone call away.” She took the locket off her necklace and placed the locket on mine. I had all the right to be freaking out because that locket was my most treasured possession. Suddenly, the phone rang. In the middle of the night, our house phone rang and when I gave my mother a puzzled look because who in the world would call at that time? Then my heart dropped as I saw tears drop from my mother’s eyes. It had to be bad news.
ReplyDeleteSee, my grandmother died that very night my locket disappeared. That locket represented that she was with me. I guess considering that she’s dead that means she is gone which is why the locket she gave me was unexpectedly taken away from me, and I want to believe that her locket is with her instead of it just gone missing.
and *then I gave my mother
DeleteExcellent. Very poignant. I love this.
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ReplyDeleteI just woke up from the worst nightmare ever! I had to get a drink. I dreamt that someone was out after me. I turned on my light I had to sit down and get that horrible dream out of my head. I looked over to my mirror to see how I looked. OMG! Where was my picture? My picture of my father and I was missing. My father passed away when I was just a baby. It was the only picture that I had of my father. It was the only reminder for I could never forget him. I walked over to my dresser to see that all my little belongings were gone. I looked around my room. Maybe my dog must have came in and knocked down my belongings. I felt a breeze come into my room. I looked over to see that my window was opening.
Delete“You have to be kidding me!”
Unfortunately for me my room was on the first floor. If someone broke into the house it wouldn’t be the first time that someone came in. My mom says that when I was five I was playing in the living room by myself and she heard a big noise from the kitchen. She walked over and saw a grown man taking out all her money from her purse. She ran over to the living room and picked me up and the first thing she thought of was taking me to her room and locking the door. She called the cops and they came and found the guy. She got her money back. I never felt safe in my house after that but of course my mom never wants to move out the house. It was the first few things that she had getting married to my father. I understood why she wanted to keep the house but she has to learn how to move on and let go. I began to open my shelves from where my wallet should have been. I saw that it was missing but with a little note. It said:
“Let’s play a little game. I’ll give you everything back if you follow my rules. You will have several tasks you will have to be quick on your feet well good luck. Here is your first clue: I take time to grow but I hate the snow. I need some tender love and care. What am I?”
I was not going to start looking for all my things right now. It’s one in the morning and I just want to go to sleep. I can’t go on a treasure hunt three in the morning. I laid back on my bed determined to go back to sleep. Thirty minutes passed by and I was still not able to go to sleep. I turned and turned but I could not sleep. I got up and decided to go to the living room and turned on the television. I put the volume on low I didn’t want to wake up my mom. She had a long day of work up ahead of her. I had my blanket and began to watch television. In a midst about an hour I feel asleep. I had no nightmare so I woke up around eight o’clock. I got up and went to the kitchen to get myself a cup of orange juice and saw that my mother left a note. It said:
“Honey I left the house to go to work. I’m sorry I know I promised you that I would stay home with you today but they really need me at work. I would love to stay but I can’t. Please let’s make another day that we can spend as mother and daughter bonding time. I love you. Lots of kissed by.”
I smiled and walked away. I began to watch television but I couldn’t stop thinking about the missing picture. I felt like a piece of me was missing and I needed it back. I put on my boots I knew that I was going to need them. I read the note over again. I couldn’t think of anything. It takes time to grow. There are a lot of things that take time to grow. This was not helpful whatsoever. I turned around the note to find a little picture on the side of the paper. I looked really closely and saw a picture of a flower. I began to think and I felt like it took me a long time to see that it must have been in the flowers. I went outside on this cold day of my spring break to see a little shovel next to the flowers. I began to dig and I hit a little box. I took out the little box and saw that I had my heart necklace back. There was a letter in the bottom of the box. I brought it inside and cleaned off my dirty necklace and put it on. I opened the box and picked up the letter and opened it.
“Well done. I hope my little picture helped you out. Now this time you won’t get a little picture but the heart has to relate to the next part of your hint. Look at where the necklace is located. The heart was located right next to me heart. What is the next special thing that you used to love to do when you were young.”
DeleteI thought about it and I used to love to play in the little tree house that I had. I would always play with my friends or I would just play by myself. I went outside and went into my tree house. I opened the toy box I had to see that my first doll in the box had a little sticky not on her. I help up the sticky note and it had an arrow pointing straight down. I guess that meant that I had to keep looking in the toy box. When I reached to the bottom of the box I saw another box. Inside the box I got my money and my wallet back. So maybe this strange person that is doing this to me isn’t a bad person after all. I saw right want I put my wallet in my pocket there was another note.
“Well good job. I’m getting a little tired of this game so do me a favor and look where your wallet will usually go.”
Wallets can go in many places. Like wallets can go in a bag, in a pocket, or a purse. Well I don’t like purses and my wallet is already in my pocket it must me in my backpack. I went back into my house and got my backpack. I opened it and dumped all my belonging onto the bed. I looked through everything. All the things I was missing in the middle of the night had been replaced in my backpack. The only thing that I wanted the most was the picture of my dad and it was nowhere to be found. Stuck to my bag was and envelope. I grabbed it and opened it up.
“Very good. This is the last thing you will get then you have your picture. A cab must be waiting for you outside about now. Get into the cab. He will take you someone. He will even take you to the specific place where I have your picture. See you soon.”
I got my keys and walked outside and saw that the note didn’t lie. I locked the door and walked to the cab. I hesitated maybe this was a trap. I was scared of what was going to happen. I got in I needed my picture. I wanted my father to be with me at all times. I couldn’t lose the only thing I had of him.
“Where am I going?” I questioned the driver.
He ignored me and began to drive. I stayed in the back street afraid. Why should I be afraid though? There is no reason to. This person hasn’t hurt me yet why would he start now? I began to pace my leg back and forth afraid of what was going to happen to me next. The cab stopped the trip felt like forever but it was about an hour drive. I got out the car and looked to the driver. He got out the car and had a blindfold in his hand.
“Don’t make this difficult and just let me put this blindfold on you.” He commented.
I obeyed I let him put in on and he began to help me walk inside. I didn’t pay attention to how the place looked like so I couldn’t see if it was a good location or a bad one. He stopped and my heart began to race. Was this where I was to be buried? I shouldn’t have listened to the note. My mother probably had another picture that she could have gave to me. I wanted this one though. It was the only gift my father gave to me when he was alive. I wanted that one and not another one.
“Can I take off the blindfold now?” I asked.
DeleteI didn’t get an answer back. I began to stick my arms out to feel if anyone was close to me and I felt no one around me. I got scared and held my breath this should be the end of my life. I held my breath and waited for the next thing to happen to me. I knew that it was my time to leave. Well I love you mom I wish I could have shared with you my birthday. At least I will get to see my dad pretty soon.
“Take off the blindfold!” A strange voice told me.
I took it off and in front of me I saw a big poster of my father and I. I began to cry this meant everything to me. I looked over to see my mother was next to the poster. I walked over to her and hugged her. Maybe they captured my mother and this would be the last time I would get to see her before I died.
“You’re welcome.” She whispered.
I stepped back and looked at her. It hit me that my mother planned this whole thing. She did this whole thing for me. I guess that’s why my mother left so early. She went to prepare the notes and everything for this wonderful surprise party. I was scared at first but now I could not have been any more excited of having two of my pictures from my father. I kissed my mother on the cheek and she pointed towards the other side. I turned around and saw there was a whole group of people. I just had to be wearing pajamas with boots. I heard her clap and a big dress came in. The same dress my mother would say that my father wanted for me. This is going to be an unforgettable birthday.
This makes me happy. Great job. Love your imagination.
Delete“OH MY GOSH! WHERE IS IT? THIS CANT BE HAPPENING TO ME”
ReplyDeleteI search my room franticly but it is nowhere to be found. I just had it a couple hours ago. My sister must have taken it I thought. I ran down the hallway, slammed open her bedroom door and shook her to wake her up.
“Sarah, where is my bracelet grandma bought me from Ireland? I can’t find it. I just had it before I fell asleep.” I said anxiously
“I didn’t touch your stupid bracelet” she replied still half a sleep “get out of my room” She rolled over and covered her head with her blanket. I threw my hands up in anger and stormed out, making sure I slammed the door as loud as possible. Leaving the room, I tried to think where on earth it could be!
I decide to tear apart my room again, thinking maybe I just didn't see it. I rearranged my whole entire room, my closet, under my bed, inside my shoes, everywhere you could think of I checked and rechecked. I felt a mix of emotions. I was angry at myself for losing it. I was sad because it is such a special thing to me that if I lost it I will be so heartbroken. My grandma is my best friend. I love her so much. How am I supposed to tell my grandma?! It looked so expensive. It is a beautiful bracelet. It's thick, almost like a cuff so it's not something I could lose easily. It's silver and has green vines and flowers wrapped together. I really love this bracelet, I NEED to find it!
I left my room that looked like a tornado had just blown threw it. I think to close my door knowing if my mom walks by and sees this she'll die of a heart attack. I run downstairs not sure what to do. Everyone is asleep so I can't ask my mom for help. I could ask in the morning but I know that if I try to go to bed now I will not be able to get a wink of sleep. I would lay in bed thinking of all the possible situations. It's not like my bracelet could have grown legs and walked away!!
I decided to retrace my steps of the day. I woke up in the morning, well afternoon. I woke up at noon and then showered and brushed my teeth. Then I straightened my hair and painted my nails. So I spent a good period of time in the bathroom, so I decided to check there. I went in the bathroom and nothing, nowhere to be seen. After that I went to the mall but clearly at eleven o'clock at night on Sunday, the mall isn't open, so I settle for checking the car, and again nothing. After the mall I watched T.V in my room. A Law and Order SVU marathon was on and I had to watch, but since I already checked my room, I had no idea where else to look. Frustrated I decided to try to sleep and hope in the morning my mom could help me.
"Melissa, wake up. You're going to be late for school." I hear my mom yell through my door. I groan and open my eyes.
"I'm up, I'm up." I mutter. I throw on my laid out outfit, missing my favorite part of it. I go down stairs smelling pancakes being made and hearing Jaiden, my two year old nephew playing with his trains. I hear him before I see him so I decide to go say good morning and there he is holding my new bracelet using it as a tunnel for his choo choos to go through.
FINISH IT!!!
DeleteAs I awoke from my slumber one night, I felt as though something was not right. Almost as if something were missing or was stolen from me. Hurriedly, I looked all throughout my bedroom for the necklace my grandfather had passed down to me after he had passed on. I never go anywhere without it dangling from my neck. It is my most prized possession and now it was missing from my nightstand! I stumbled down the stairs to the living room still half asleep, tearing apart the house for what some may say, “just a piece of jewelry.” To me, it is never just a piece of jewelry. It was something that I loved, that was a part of me. It was around 4:30 am, and I rushed into my parents’ bedroom, panting and out of breath.
ReplyDelete“Mom, Dad! You have to wake up!” I roared into their groggy faces.
“What are you doing up this late? What is going on?” My mom yelled back at me.
Stuttering, trying to find the words to say I finally come up with, “My necklace! I have no idea where it is! I have to find it!”
Before they could say another word, I was gone. Frantically searching through the rest of the house, I tore apart all the bedrooms, bathrooms, the kitchen, living room and even the garage. Desperately trying to find it, a piece of me that meant the world. Finally, as heartbroken as I was, I had given up searching and went back to sleep, hoping for some ideas to come to me during the last few hours of darkness.
I woke up the next morning exhausted. I turned my phone over and checked the time. The clock read, 10:35. I got up and out of bed and began putting my room back in place due to my treasure hunt the previous night. Dragging myself into the kitchen, I landed in a chair at the dinner table. Starving, I was able to bring myself to pour a bowl of cereal. As I sat and ate in silence I tried to think. I had to figure out where my necklace had gone. I could not just give up. It was far too important to me to just give up on it. I washed my bowl out in the sink, showered, got dressed and began to call my friends to see if I had left it at their house the last time I was over. I had gone through all of the possible places that it could have been and had no luck still. The day was already heading in the wrong direction and it was not even noon yet.
A few days had gone by, eventually weeks as well and I was still devastated. I just could not get over the fact that I had lost my most prized possession. Not only was I upset with myself, but I felt as if I had done wrong by my grandfather by losing it. He had passed it down to me, out of everyone that he could have given it to, he chose me. This is what ends up happening. My luck was never really in my favor but nothing to this extent had ever happened before. This is why I could not fathom what was happening. Then one day the next week, everything changed.
My parents came home one afternoon and it just so happened to be my birthday as well. They were carrying a few bags with them and I was very curious to find out what they had.
“Mom, what is with all the bags? What did you guys buy?” I questioned.
My Dad answered with, “Remember how you thought you lost your necklace a few weeks ago?”
“Yes I remember.” I responded.
It turned out that my parents had taken my necklace from my room they night that I thought I lost everything. Instead, they took it out and had it engraved with my grandfather’s initials in it and were saving it for my birthday, today.
Surprised and exuberant, I shouted, “Thank you!! This is by far the best present anyone has ever given me! I thought I lost it forever.”
Smiling, my parents answered with, “Yeah, yeah, just promise to never wake us up at 3:00 am ever again, okay?”
“I think I can make that work.” I retorted with a smile.
Very good! Kerry should be jealous!
DeleteIt was the middle of the night; I was awoken by the sound of a loud screeching noise and a bright flash. I didn’t hear my dog barking which was strange, he always barks at loud noises. I went down stairs and couldn’t find him anywhere. So I ran out to my backyard shouting his name into the darkness.
ReplyDeleteLambert!
Lambert!
Lambert!
But I didn’t see his playful face running towards me like usual. At that moment my heart sunk to my stomach. I thought to myself where could he be. I went back to my room there was nothing else I could do now.
The next morning I told my mom what had happen last night and she was concerned.
She mentioned, “Maybe we should check the park, you know how much he loves it there.”
We walked down the street calling his name but we didn’t see him anywhere.
That is it he is gone is all I could think. My mom told me not to worry and that we would find him. But all I could do was worry. He is my dog; I’ve had him for nine years. I didn’t know what I would do if I never saw him again. He has diabetes and if he doesn't get his medicine twice a day he will die.
I decided to go house to house on my street asking if they have seen him. My neighbor two houses away said they saw him walking down the street but didn’t see where he went. This gave me hope that he might still be around. I sat on my porch that night and notice my crazy neighbor that has like a million cats, was walking into her house with a big bag of dog food. I thought that was weird because she didn’t have any dogs. It finally dawned on me that she might have Lambert. I remembered her always admiring him when I would take him on walks.
I didn’t know what I was going to do know I knew where he was, or at least I thought I did but I had no clue how I would get him back. I decided not to tell my mom and I would get him back on my own.
I ran up to her porch the next day and rang the doorbell hoping she would come out and I could sneak around back. I stood there for ten minutes waiting but she didn’t come out. So I keep ringing, I then started walking down the porch when she came out.
“What did you want child, she yelled in a creepy voice.”
“I answered quickly, I was wondering how you were doing.”
She slammed the door before answering. I guess I need a new plan I thought out loud. I walked back to my house all discouraged still missing my dog.
Lying in my bed that night I had an idea. I jumped out of my bed and ran downstairs looking for a pair of shoes. I quietly snuck out of my house and used my phone flashlight to guide me down the dark street. My heart was pounding so hard. I was terrified she would see me and I had no idea what she would do to me if she did. All I knew was I needed to find my dog and would risk my life to do so. I approached her house and just stood outside thinking for a while. I was not sure what my first move would be but I knew I had to move fast and quietly.
I saw that her back gate was slightly ajar so I ran to it. I turned my head and saw six pairs of green eyes staring at me. That really freaked me out because I don’t like cats. As I walked in the back I hear hissing and a faint bark. I knew that was lambert. I saw a light shining from the back door and it was open. I walked carefully to the door and there was lambert chained up in the kitchen. All I had to do now was unchain him and get out. The chain was really hard to get off him and my hands were shaking. I heard footsteps and at the moment he was free we ran out of the house just as she was coming down.
She screamed, “I’ll get you and your dog too!”
I like the Wizard of Oz reference.
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ReplyDeleteExhausted from an extremely long week I throw myself onto my bed.
ReplyDelete“Why don’t you just get ready for bed now?” my mom yelled to me. But I couldn’t even respond. I had plans to go out later but as usual my mom tried to persuade me against them. All I wanted at the moment was to take a power nap, and soon be ready for the weekend. I lay flat on my stomach but I couldn’t fall asleep, I was too uncomfortable in my school clothes. I tried desperately to undress but found myself weak. I struggled to slide out of my jeans. I unwillingly got out of bed to turn on the a.c. and put my dog into bed with me. Hitting off the lights as I crawled into bed, I was prepared for the best sleep. Running through valleys and haunted houses, I dreamt of everything imaginable. Dreaming is one of the most relaxing things, while resting your mind can run free. Even when I have nightmares I find myself enjoying what seems like a movie in front of my eyes without having to make any effort. After what seemed like twenty minutes I felt myself shuffling in my bed. I wasn’t well rested but I figured it was time to wake up. I opened my eyes and found my room pitch dark. I couldn’t have slept that long. I moved over to turn on my lap, but I couldn’t see any light. One turn, two, three, the light should have gone on by now. Unable to even read the green light that normally shined on my clock I began to think all the power went out. I couldn’t find my cellphone, and although I would normally panic, the weight of my body brought my done.
I dozed into my second sleep. I figured it still couldn’t be very late, and I figured another half hour wouldn’t hurt. If it was getting too late I would’ve had a call coming in. As I tossed around I finally felt my phone vibrating. I didn’t want to end my sleep here, so I searched for my phone with my hand while keeping the rest of my body under my covers. I covered my eyes expecting the light from my phone to wake me up but answered without looking who it was. “Mrs. Luterio?”, a soft voice asked on the other side of the phone. “Wrong number”, I mumbled while shutting off my phone. Nothing is more annoying than not getting to sleep when you’re so drained out. Finally I slept comfortably for the rest of the night. “Oh no!”, I woke up wondering what time it was, that was definitely too long to have been a nap. But my room was still dark. What could be going on? I prepared myself to look for my mom and see if the power had gone out. As I tried to adjust my eyes to the darkness I still didn’t see anything. I blinked a few times but saw nothing. I continued trying to turn on the light but it was a tunnel of darkness around my whole room. I heard noises in the kitchen. “Mom! Mom! Mom!”. I was too frightened to search for her. I heard her open my door and I quickly asked her to turn on the lights. She calmly told me it was bright enough in my room, but I heard the ‘click, click, click’, of the three spins to switch my lamp on. “What’s wrong, honey?”, my mom sounded worried. “I..I can’t see!”, I finally confessed and realized what was happening. My room turned into a panic house. “How? When? Tell me what you see!”, my mom ranted on. But the darkness consumed my whole body, and I felt her voice growing farther and farther away. “We have to go to the hospital!” I heard my mom gathering her things together. I was in my pjs though, I would have to find my way around by myself. I felt my dog licking my face and then she followed me as I slowly got off my bed. I got on my knees and touched around to find the clothes I had taken off before. Getting dressed wasn’t so difficult and I knew my house well enough to walk through it without much trouble. “The car is parked out front!”, I heard my mom call out. But I felt the heat and fresh morning air hit my face. It was hot but windy, I listened to the leaves swinging on each branch as they swayed side to side. “Where had my mom’s voice come from?”, I thought to myself. I couldn’t trace her and had to call her back, desperately needing her help. I had never felt so dependent on someone. I was still panicking as my mom drove to the hospital. So many noises unraveled as my mom rolled down the windows. It was like a magnificent concert, but the darkness didn’t mix well with so much noise. I lost myself, and as we drove, I drifted back into sleep. In my dreams there was only light, strong lights, dim lights, but no light led to an exit. This is how my life will be forever.
ReplyDeleteThis is intense. It gave me a sick feeling in my stomach. Brilliantly written.
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Creative Writing
Missing
One night I had a horrible dream that I had lost my most precious belonging. Although this thing is not tangible it is still very important to me. My competiveness and pride is the key to all my success in the class room and on the field it keeps me going day in and day out. Also my competiveness helps define my character and as well as keeping me sane. So who would I be or what would I be? I cannot imagine.
That next morning I was wake at 6:45 doing my normal routine, getting ready for the long day ahead of me as usual. Having to go to school now that summer is over then having practice immediately after school, unfortunately this comes with being a student athlete and if you wish to excel at what you are doing. So as I approached my shower I realized wow I had a crazy dream last night. Later that day soon as I walked into first period I knew something was wrong due to the fact I did not even want to participate in gym. It was a max out day too so it was for bragging rights for could bench the most, clean and etc… But in an weird way I declined and sort of shut down; I did not evening get dress for the gym class so I have a horrible day to begin with.
For the rest of the day I kind of moped around aimlessly. Completely ignoring everyone and anything, I just was not my normal self I felt a sense of hopelessness which I have never encountered before. I sat in all my class with a emotionless stare, and refuse to even attempt to at completely the assignments put be forth me. People began to ask me what’s wrong and I did not respond so then gossip began to brew about me not being in the mood because I relative had passed away. I heard these rumors and allegations but simply did not comment on them because I felt as though why should I?
I knew it was not my mood that affected my behavior, so the day went on and I proceed to practice as usual. I figured the love of my life could and defiantly cheer me up, because even when I’m extremely angry and flustered football brings me to my happy place. I arrived at my locker and then I looked around slowly for about 10 seconds and asked myself what am I doing here? I don’t want to practice or probably even play football anymore. But I quickly snapped out my bazar thoughts and got dress. As I trotted onto the field I told myself lets go I don’t just play football for myself I play for the love of the game, to make my family proud and most importantly for my teammates.
Now I had figured out why I have been acting so strange lately although I have concluded the problem to my strange and conspicuous behavior. Yet this was not enough I know the problem now so it was time to think of a solution. I tried various techniques to try to return back into original form. Such as mentally and physically psyching myself out; by watching my highlight tape to remind me of all the greater plays and thing I’ve done. I also took a look at all my trophies, certificates and other achievements. I even tried working out and doing my class project but I simply didn’t have to drive or sense of urgency to do anything. But I vowed to work tirelessly to find a cure for my lack of personality. I spent hours researching restlessly on the internet but seem to not find anything compatible or helpful. So at around 3:45 am Wednesday night with bags under my eyes and crust inside of them I finally threw in the towel in decided I was just going to get some rest and continue my research the next day.
The next day I woke up around 9:30 am because I made the laborious decision to sleep in. But when I awoke I felt anew and rejuvenated and somewhat back to my old self, but I knew I had to test it out. I was back to normal I had my competitive edge once again my pride and a sense of urgency. Later that day I also realized something else it’s was not Thursday it was Wednesday so all this that had occurred really did not happen it was just a dream inside another dream.
This was a great idea. Proofread this when you can.
DeleteJust another Saturday morning. The night before had been uneventful. He had gone to work at his part-time job after school and spent the night in. However, something was different. He had this pressure in his head as if he had been under the influence of something the night before, but there was nothing in his memory to indicate such a possibility. He disregarded it, concluding that it was nothing that would last more than a few hours. And even if it did, it was nothing to be worried about.
ReplyDeleteHe rolled out of bed grasping his head and strode out of his bedroom. The first thing he would always do was walk downstairs, but today something felt different. It looked and felt like everything was shifted in one direction, but it was difficult to discern which direction that was. He accommodated as best he could, and was even somewhat successful in thwarting the malicious plans of someone else who lived in his house to hurt him in ways unspeakable.
His tired legs could hardly carry him any farther so he let himself fall onto the floor to his knees at the bottom of the stairs. Under any other circumstances, he would ponder what could have compelled him to do that, since he was normally so balanced, but this time, the pressure in his head managed to occupy, almost dominate his thoughts. His knees felt unusually weak when he brought himself up from his lowly position on the floor. His stride turned to a less worthy dragging of the feet when he ventured into his kitchen with the intention of finding headache medicine. After he took the medicine with water, he felt somewhat better; he was then at that stage where his eyes were open, but his focus was still catching up.
His dragging feet turned to more convicted steps as he walked into the living room, sat on the couch, and turned on the TV. He saw and understood the pictures that were displayed before him, but the sound eluded him. Before he could give it a second thought, an unfamiliar voice started playing in his head: You have been selected as part of an experiment. Now that you have awoken, you will find that something crucial has been taken from you. You have mere hours to figure it out.
His thoughts were sent into a tailspin. He wondered what it could mean. If there were some cryptic message hidden that he couldn’t understand. Maybe it was just his imagination. Or an adverse effect of the medicine he had taken. Something in the water. As much as he endeavored to stow it away completely, it resurfaced in his thoughts again. He tried to make himself believe that he was in the middle of a weird dream, but when he tried to wake himself, the same reality, now made foreign by the strange voice in his head, still lay before him.
Last night, you were injected with a drug that was meant to subdue you so we could operate on you by putting a small speaker n your ear. This will be the last message we will give you, and the speaker will automatically deactivate if you solve the riddle or the time allotted to you runs out. If you do not solve the riddle, what is missing from you now will be taken from you forever. Thank you for your participation, and good luck.
Now things had gotten interesting. The tailspin his thoughts were in previously had suddenly upgraded to utter chaos. He looked around the house, checking his parents’ and siblings’ rooms, which were still occupied by those people he held most dear. He then ravaged his room, pulling out drawers, yanking the clothes out and leaving to fall onto the floor behind him.
After a similar madness for what felt like hours, he concluded that it must not have been anything material. He remembered when he got up and how his legs had a hard time carrying him, and hypothesized that what was missing was his physical ability, but he also remembered that he had long since gotten his strength back. Possibly it was his intellect that was compromised. Or something else ethereal, like his ability to reason. He clamored at whatever could have made sense. Anything physical or otherwise that was able to be taken from him. If they were able to put him under the influence of something without him knowing, who knows what else they could do?
ReplyDeleteThen he figured it out. What effect have these people had on him so far? What was it that he had before that he didn’t have then?
The answer: his peace of mind.
Smartly presented.
DeleteI’m sitting on a breathtaking shoreline somewhere in the sunny Caribbean, when all of a sudden—ouch! A giant horsefly bites my ankle and I go to swat it instinctively. Unfortunately, I am too late and the darned pest flies off with a smug little buzzing noise. Then, whoosh! A freezing gush of air swims my way and sends shivers up my spine. This doesn’t feel right but all is good; it’s a dream and I never remember the weird ones anyway. Op, never mind.
ReplyDeleteWith a fuzzy, painful sensation somewhere on my body, I wake. The dream must be over then. But where is this pain coming from? My body begins to shake as if that gush of air is still present in the room, and I am extremely cold now, but this makes no sense at all. I live in India, not the freaking North Pole.
I sit up and tentatively rub my eyes. Around me, the room is dim with the fresh glow of dawn peering through the sheers. There is only one fan and that’s kept down the hall in the kitchen, so this room should be fairly hot. I involuntarily shiver again. Now another painful sensation rushes throughout my body. Where on Earth is it coming from?
Despite the chills I am now feeling, I rip the covers off and sit up as if to get out of bed, when I finally see the problem. Blood is dripping out of a significantly deep wound on my ankle—just like in the dream—but something tells me that a wound as serious as this was not caused by a horsefly. Glancing over at the digital clock on my bedside table, I read six-thirty in the AM. I have until eight before I have to get out on the streets and perform my tricks, so hopefully I can fix up this mess by then.
Ankle. Blood. Right. I gingerly walk to the wash closet where I run the faucet and pour handfuls of warm water onto the wound. Once it is clean, I can see its true shape and I immediately recognize the type of wound. I have been bitten by a snake, and by the looks of the fangs that pierced my skin, I can only assume it was Jerry—my pet King Cobra—who I now realize is not in his cage where he’s supposed to be.
Before you go ahead and get any crazy ideas, understand that I come from a family of snake charmers. It has been a tradition for many generations to perform risky acts with a venomous snake. It is the way my ancestors used to make a living, and believe it or not, it’s still pretty popular. Of course we all can’t be snake charmers. For example, my grandmother was a seamstress and her grandmother was a doctor of sorts.
This particular snake is very special to me because it is the only remaining snake from the bloodline domesticated by the Muzaffarid dynasty. Therefore, it is a piece of history that I feel obligated to protect. Also, I am supposed to be handing it over to the Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Vastu Sangrahalaya, which is the main museum of Mumbai, and I am not in the mood to disappoint the curator who is so thrilled to be adding a live piece of history to the exhibit.
ReplyDeleteI pull out my pungi and begin to play, hoping I can lure him out of any hiding spots, but I cannot find Jerry anywhere in the house! By this point I am feeling extremely anxious, so I throw on a clean sari and sandals and rush out the door, praying that he is nearby and that he did not bite anyone. Although his venom glands were removed, his fangs still cause a great deal of damage—not to mention how traumatizing it is to be bitten by a snake. I have been training Jerry since I was six years old and my father got sick with cancer. He taught me all he could, but there is no way he could have prepared me for something like this. Only twice before has Jerry gotten the opportunity to sink his fangs into me. I can remember how painful it was, and I have a high tolerance for pain, so I really hope that he’s just playing hide-and-go-seek with me; because if not and he’s seen on the street—being the King cobra that he is—there is a very likely chance that he is going to be killed, and after fourteen years together, I am not ready to say goodbye.
I begin to walk down the alley of shops and that’s when I hear the screams. Hopelessly worried and yet relieved, I rush towards the gathering crowd.
“Stop it right now Jerry!” I yell. Once I have reached the throng of people, I push through to the center and find Jerry hissing and whatnot. I quickly move behind him and grab his upper neck and bottom half, keeping him from biting me again. The people stare with incredulous eyes but I continue walking. That’s it. I’m getting a leash for the idiot.
Original idea. And the writing is polished.
DeleteDisclaimer: Told from the perspective of seven year old Kate. Also based on a true story.
ReplyDeleteMISSING: Stuffed dog. Black and white spots. Goes by the name of Spot. Has a squeaker in his stomach.
Every little kid has, or once had, a favorite stuffed animal. Mine was a little stuffed dog named Spot, and today, he went missing.
I shot up in bed. It was dark and I couldn’t see an inch in front of my face. I felt around my sheets looking for my favorite stuffed animal, Spot.
“Spot?” I whispered. “Where are you buddy?”
At the end of my bed I heard a distressed squeaking. I grabbed the flashlight from my nightstand and turned it on. I rested the light on a lump under the covers which I was sure had to be Spot.
I crawled to the end of the bed and pulled away the covers. To my surprise it wasn’t Spot, but his girlfriend BunBun, a stuffed yellow rabbit. Even more surprising, her arms were tied behind her back and her mouth was duct taped over.
I quickly untied her hands and pulled the duct tape off. “BunBun what’s going on?” I shrieked.
She took a deep breath, her squeaker wheezing loudly. “Squeak, squeak, squeaker! Squeakedy squeak!”
“He was taken!” I exclaimed. “By who?”
“SQUEAKYMAN!” she squeaked.
“OH MY GOSH!” I gasped. “What’ll we do?”
“Squeak, squeaker squeaken!”
“Go in after him? Are you crazy!”
She looked up at me with her big blues eyes, desperate for me to help her save Spot. I knew he needed help, and after all the times he had saved me from the monsters in my room, I knew I couldn’t let him down.
“Ok,” I said. “Let’s go get him!”
I looked into the dark abyss that was the underside of my bed. I was petrified.
“Alright BunBun, are you ready for this?”
She gave me a worried me a worried look, but nodded.
I took a deep breath. “Ok,” I said. “Let’s do this.”
We crawled underneath the bed. We crawled and crawled and crawled. Where a wall should’ve been, it was just more darkness. I couldn’t see anything, and I had no idea where I was headed. All I knew was that I had to keep going.
After what had felt like an eternity of nonstop crawling, I stopped.
“Oh BunBun,” I cried. “I’m starting to lose hope. What if we never find him?”
Suddenly, as if someone had heard my plight, the ground started to shake beneath me. It started out as a slight vibration, but soon the floor began to crack open. I tried to get away but there was nowhere I could go, and before I knew what was even happened, I was falling.
I didn’t take long before my body smacked down hard on a cold surface. I was still surrounded by darkness.
“Where am I?” I wheezed.
Then, the darkness began to lift like a curtain and I suddenly found myself in a rather homey looking living room.
“Da da dee, da da dum,” I could hear someone humming. “da da doo.”
Suddenly a man spun into the room. “Oh, Hello,” the man said, shooting me a smile.
“Christopher Walken!” I exclaimed. “You’re the boogeyman?”
“Heeeeeyyy, don’t put it that way.
CONFUSED FACE!
DeleteWhen I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a blurry ceiling above me, I felt the thin stiff mattress below me, and I acknowledged the tall body I was inside. None of it was mine, or what I knew to be mine. As I moved my head slowly, I recognized the fact that I was in a hospital. My head was in pain. I wanted to go home. I wanted to watch SpongeBob and play at the park near my house with my friends. It was supposed to be the start of summer. The start of summer before second grade.
ReplyDeleteI had to take a few minutes before I could stand. The shock of being in a body I could not recognize was frightening. However, this person inside of me had the same name on her wrist band as me. When I stood up my big feet touched the cold floor. I had blue toenails and a scar on my heel. The hospital gown, which I should have been tripping over, reached just passed my knee. I was tall and I could not see well. Closer things like the bed and my body were clear but the windows and items hanging on the wall were difficult to make out details. I went over to the whiteboard which had some writing on it. Most of the information was worthless. Just a nurse’s name and some combinations of letters which I assumed indicated the medications I was taking. The clock above it told me it was two in the morning. I suddenly felt overwhelmingly tired. I decided this was just a weird dream and I would wake up in my own bed in the morning.
The light turned yellow as the man floored it. When it turned red he was less than a car length away from the intersection. Finally, just as the light turned green for the opposite direction the front of his car was entering the crosswalk.
Adjusting to life as a seventeen year old was difficult. Until my memory returned I would have to start learning everything over. I started online schooling, I needed to do something while in recovery, and I started to see a therapist. The therapist explained to me that my memories are inside my head but I have subconsciously put them out of my conscious mind. I did not understand everything they were saying. I didn’t mean to forget everything.
The world was different. Everyone had little computers that could do anything. And the best part was there was no mouse or key board. These “tablets” had a screen that you could touch to control. They even had cell phone versions. When my mom handed me mine I did not know what it was. I could not even unlock it because I don’t know my password. She told me that I could use hers until I got mine unlocked.
There were also some other changes. I learned that my dog had died. It was really upsetting when I walked in my house for the first time and a strange white dog greeted me at the door. I was upset but the surprise of that did not even compare to the surprise I was about to get. A sister. She was smart, talented, and funny and I had to meet her all over again. She helped me on my online work and she became a role model for my seven year old self. We decide to share a room while I was still getting used to things. We became best friends.
The student driver was focused. As she drove towards the red light it suddenly switched to green. She knew she would not even have to apply the brake. However, as she drove through the intersection, the brake was not the object that stopped her.
I never consciously regained my memory. I knew it was in my head somewhere but I had no way to reach it. As I grew up again I knew it was going to work out. I had a chance to enjoy my childhood, twice, even if I could not remember the first one. Ten years is a long time to lose, but I know now I never really lost it, but it is just going to be always slightly out of my reach.
This is a cool idea, and it is well-executed.
Delete“What’s that smell?” Chet thought as he wafted in the foul smell of pure rot. He opened his eyes and witnessed what looked like more than a hundred years of little to no housekeeping, he was appalled. At a young age Chet showed signs of obsessive compulsive disorder and after a life years of keeping everything clean and in place, the thick layer of dust that coated every surface of this dingy room almost brought Chet to tears. The buzz of fluorescent light bulbs was all he could hear. There were no windows, just wood where they used to be. He reached for his lighter to attempt to burn the rope tied around his arms and legs; it was gone. This lighter had been passed down through Chet’s family since the Second World War. Chet didn’t even smoke but he never left the house without it.
ReplyDeleteIt wasn’t much long after when he stopped worrying about his missing lighter because he too was missing, missing from his nice apartment, coated wall to wall in his success. From the diploma hung over his bed, too all the furniture he had bought with his new job that no twenty-four year old deserved. The deep overwhelming fear had just begun to fill Chet, realizing he had not the slightest clue where he was, or how he got there. All he knew at that point, was he had to get out of there.
Chet frantically looked around the room in search of something, anything. There was nothing, nothing but the rusty mattress frame that he was laying on. He shook viscously in the bed, for no reason other than frustration. He had tried everything to get free, he had even resorted to trying to chew the rope off his hands even though it was unsanitary witch went against everything he stood for. After what seemed like a life time he went limp and just laid on the floor waiting for whatever was coming for him.
There was a loud thump from the ceiling, like some had just dropped a bowling ball on the floor above. Chet screamed “Hello!” and as much as he tried to here even a whisper, all he heard was the buzzing of the light, that got louder every second. After another hour or so, Chet had gone back to wait for death when he heard another thump, followed by another, than another. As excited as he wanted to be about the noise, he could only feel fear when he saw the ceiling begin to give out.
“Why am I alive” Chet thought when he woke up for the second time, buried in rubble and completely soaked in water. He wriggled around trying to find some way to the surface but couldn’t do so while incapacitated in the way he was. Chet also noticed a stabbing pain in his leg but ignored it thinking he had just been snagged by a peace of ruble.
I messed this up this is as far as im riding with this train wreck.
I was enjoying it (until the random building collapse)...finish it!
DeleteYou’ve never experienced true fear until a poster falls in your room during the middle of the night. That’s what woke me up; my heart was racing and I was scared for my life, all because of a stupid poster. Also because of a stupid poster, I got out of bed and walked to the other side of my room. As I was reaching and pinning the poster back to the wall, I noticed something was out of order. I have this weird OCD with my desk; well other people call it OCD, I like to call it a form of order. I have all my school books piled neatly on top of each other. My laptop is in a drawer, tucked away for safety and so my books don’t crush it. I have two boxes of letters from my grandpa on either side of my school-book-pile. Then I have a mug of pens, pencils, and what have you. In one of the boxes of the letters, I have a hidden treasure. A tiny box of flower petals, not one single petal is from the same flower. I collect them everywhere I go and I have been for years. It’s sort of a passion of mine, but one that no one knows about except my family. I look over to my desk and notice that the lid to my letter box is slightly ajar. It’s strange because I never leave it open, ever. I’m not trying to hide the letters from anybody, sometimes I read them out loud when I get them. I just prefer that the lid stays closed so I don’t lose any and they don’t collect dust. Everybody knows that’s how I am. Even my five year old little sister knows well enough to close the lid. I don’t mind if she takes a letter out to play with, just as long as I get it back and she closes the lid. When I finish replacing the poster that wasn’t worth my heart attack, I open the box. And behold the flower petals are missing!
ReplyDeleteMy heart skips a beat and I check the clock, its three o’clock in the morning. No one in my house is awake right now. No thief would consider flower petals to be worth anything. I pace around my room, trying to remember when I last had it. Earlier that day, around four in the afternoon, I had added a couple petals I found in the woods. I put the petals in the box, closed the lid, put that box in a bigger box and closed that lid. I’m absolutely positive that I put everything away. I wouldn’t have been able to fall asleep if something was out of order. After I put the petals away, I added the type of flower, description and where I found them into my log. While I was doing that, Lily, my little sister, came into my room. She made herself right at home and laid in my bed. She asked me what I was doing and I simply told her that I had found more flowers. Since her name is Lily, she got really excited and started to jump on my bed. I quickly got up from my seat and pulled her off my bed. I carried her downstairs and from there we went outside. I love my sister, but when she gets that energetic, I can’t allow her in the house. She and I usually go outside and play games or catch bugs or something fun like that. When we finished dinner, I came back upstairs to my room, finished my homework and reorganized my desk back to normal. Around eight o’clock, Lily came back into my room, demanding a bed time story. That’s what the rest of my night was like.
Where could they have gone? They can’t just get up and walk away, it’ not possible. I sat down on my bed, with my face in my hands. I know I can always start over, but I almost had enough to start a scrapbook. Starting all over would just be frustrating. There were some important petals in there! One rose petal from my grandma’s garden before she passed away. Then, I hear a faint cry from the room next door, Lily’s room. I run to her room and find myself in a disaster space. There’s glue, scissors and paper everywhere. Amongst all of the mess, is my flower petal box. I walk in slowly and see lily sucking on her thumb. I sit on the ground next to her and pull into my arms. “What are you doing with my flowers?” I ask her softly, trying to hide my frustration. That’s when I get my answer. The answer that was completely worth all of the worry and stress I just suffered. “I was trying to add a lily to your box,” she mumbles through her thumb. I look over to where she was sitting and see a little cut out picture of her face. She must have pinched her thumb on the scissors. I squeeze her tightly because that’s the one flower petal I’ve been trying to find since she was born.
ReplyDeleteLove the way you started the story (I have experienced the fear of a falling poster). The flower petal box is very original; I like the idea. I always collect ticket stubs to all the places I go to.
DeleteIt was a Saturday night and I just came home from hanging out with my friends. My mom was out with her friends and my brother went to a car show meeting in Maryland for a weekend. I went to sleep around midnight or a little later, I was home alone. My dad had work on Sunday morning so he was going to stop by the house and get some food for lunch, but then he called me at nine in the morning asking if my mom was home, I told him that she had gone out the night before so I don’t know. He said that her car wasn’t there when he passed by the house. So I started to get worried and went to go look around the house. I checked her bedroom, the living room, basement, kitchen, and backyard she was nowhere around the house. As I was checking around I was still on the phone with my dad. He was getting upset because, he hated when I would have to be home alone at night.
ReplyDeleteI told him I would call him later and I would try and go look for her. After I hanged up the phone I tried to call her and her cell phone went straight to voicemail. I went across the street to ask my neighbors if they have seen her come home that night they said they didn’t hear anything last night. I told my neighbor that my mom didn’t come home and that she was nowhere to be found. My neighbor stayed with me the whole morning and we went to my mom’s friend’s house to see if they knew where she had gone. Each of my mom’s friends said that she wasn’t with them last night. I became confused because she told me that she was going to be with her them, so my neighbor took me home and by the time I got my home my dad was going to come over. He came over and told me to get clothes for tomorrow because I was going to sleep at his house. We went to go get food for dinner, and then we went to the store because my dad had to get a couple things, while we were at the store my dad got a phone call from a random number. He answered and it was my mom calling from someone else’s phone asking my dad if he can go to New Brunswick to pick her up in front of taco bell, my dad was confused to he took me to my uncles house to stay there till he came home.
When he went to go pick up my mom from New Brunswick she said that she didn’t look good, part of her clothes were torn off her hair smelled like liquor, she was missing her shoes, and she had been crying so her makeup was running down her face. My dad asked what had happen she had told him that, she was out alone drinking and driving because she was stressed out and pulled over by one of the bars in New Brunswick, and she got drugged. The people took her car her phone was dead, she had no money, she was crying and the people tried to tear her clothes. My dad was so disappointed because, that just goes to show that she couldn’t even take care of herself so how did he expect her to take care of a sixteen year old daughter in high school, that’s about to start driving on her own and get introduced into different things and learn from wrong and right.
My dad took my mom home and told her that I was sleeping at his house for the night. She went home and cleaned herself off and asked my neighbor to take her to the doctors. As she went to the doctors they told her that she had been given a type of drug that someone must of put in a drink. She started to freak out because she didn’t know what happened to her. So the doctors gave her test to see if anything did happen and nothing had happen to her. She was so relieved and started thinking that she is never going to drink again.
Wow - that is quite the terrifying situtation.
DeleteI woke up from a strange dream. I got sat up on my bed and looked at my dark room. I looked out the window and saw the street light change to green and a car went through the light. I got up and went downstairs to get a glass of water. I walked down the stairs to find my mom standing near the sink. “Mom?” I called for her. She turned around and looked at me. Then she looked puzzled.
ReplyDelete“Where is your necklace?” she walked over to me. I put my hand on my neck to feel for it and it wasn’t there. I started panicking. Where was it? Where could it go?
“You better find that necklace. It’s from your uncle.” I couldn’t help but cry. I loved that necklace. It was the last thing my uncle ever gave me before he passed away. I ran upstairs to go look through my clothes. I thought that maybe it got caught in one of my clothes, but it was useless. I went over to my dresser and looked through all my jewelry. I came upon a couple of necklaces, but not the one my uncle gave me. My mom came up the stairs and helped me look. We basically destroyed my room.
“I hope you didn’t lose it through the move. We will go check tomorrow at the old house. Right now though, we need to get some sleep” my mom said and she walked out if the room.
I couldn’t sleep at all that night. I really wanted my necklace back. I know it can’t be at the old house because I wore it to school that very day. I sat up on my bed again. I grabbed my phone and looked at the time. It was four thirty. I looked outside and it was starting to get a little bright out. I walked back over to one of the boxes that I never opened from the move. I knew it couldn’t have been in there. I searched and searched and couldn’t find it. I laid back down in bed and just stared at the ceiling. After a little while, I fell back to sleep.
The next morning, I went to school. I asked teachers of they have seen it or found it, but they all said no. I started getting worried and started tearing up. I called my mom after school. She was disappointed to hear that I didn’t find it. She kept telling me over and over again that my uncle gave me that necklace, but it was only making it worse. I got home and started tearing my house apart. I looked in the living room, dining room, kitchen, bathrooms, and even my room again. My brother and sisters came home. They all ran upstairs. I then proceeded to follow them up the stairs and I walked into Evan’s room.
“Have you seen my necklace? I lost it, It’s the one uncle Bob gave me.” Evan just looked at me and shook his head no.
I walked out of his room and into my sister Kali’s room. “Have you seen my necklace?” Kali looked at me puzzled.
“The one that uncle Bob gave me” I said to her.
“Oh, that one? No I Haven’t seen it since you were wearing it yesterday.” Kali said to me.
I walked back downstairs and walked into the kitchen. I then thought about Taylor, my other sister. I went upstairs to look for her, but she had left with her friends. I didn’t think she would know where it is though. I laid down on the couch. I was exhausted from the night before. I then fell asleep on the couch. I woke up a couple of hours later to see my mom sitting on the couch. I then asked if Taylor was home and my mom said no, she was going to be sleeping over her friend’s house. It was like she was ignoring me. She didn’t say hi to me when she got home from school and now she won’t be coming home until tomorrow.
The next morning, I woke up and heard Taylor screaming from her room. I looked at my phone and it was eleven thirty. I then went to Taylor’s door and knocked.
ReplyDelete“Taylor? Can I ask you a question?” I asked from behind the door.
She then came running to the door and opened it. I smelt perfume right away and saw three of Taylor’s friends sitting on her bed. I then looked down at her neck and there it was. The necklace I have been looking for forever.
“What are you doing with my necklace?” I screamed at her.
Taylor started to get teary eyed. She didn’t like it when I would yell at her, especially when she was with her friends. She then took off the necklace and gave it back to me. I was so happy when I saw my necklace.
“Why did you take my necklace?” I asked her.
“It was so pretty and I just wanted to wear it to school. I didn’t mean to take it from your room the other night. I just saw it on your dresser and I couldn’t help it. It was so pretty and I love it.” Taylor started to tear up.
“It’s okay. I’m just so relieved that you had it instead of some stranger. Next time just ask me so I don’t destroy the house trying to look for it.” I looked at her. She ran and hugged me. I was so relieved I had my necklace back. I thought I wasn’t going to see it again.
I hate when items are borrowed without notice.
Delete“The Krabby Patty secret formula is...” Beep beep beep. ‘What the hell?’
ReplyDelete“The Krabby Patty secret formula is...” Bzzzz Bzzzz. ‘Are you serious?’
“Is there a problem fair maiden?” Prince charming asked me moving his long golden locks to the side. I looked over to him and shook my head slightly.
“No, no it must be the fairy petals floating around. They seem to be distracting me.” I said with a wave of the hand as I fix my white ball gown.
“Do you wish for me to continue or?”
“No!” I yelled cutting him off “Please continue!” He gave me a skeptical look but continued.
“Okay now listen close my fair Alice.” I leaned in closer eyes wide and ears perked. This is the moment I have been waiting for all my life. I’ll finally know how to make those delicious burgers of my dreams. “The Krabby Patty secret formula is.” A large weight came down and made me snap out of sleep. I shot up from my spot on the couch and looked around to find an irritated version of my older sister.
“What was that for?” I asked angrily pushing the pillow onto the floor.
“Turn down the teli. I can’t sleep hearing that infernal racket you call entertainment.” She muttered glaring at me. I rubbed my face and picked up the remote turning down the volume.
“You mean SpongeBob, one of the most hilarious cartoons ever created?” I asked laying back down.
“Whatever Alice just turn it down or off. I’m going back to bed.” She huffed and then padded back to her room.
“And Medusa returns back to her slumber.” I whisper laughing to myself. My phone started to vibrate again and I picked it up from its spot on the coffee table. ‘I guess you’re the reason I couldn’t learn the biggest secret in life from Princey huh?” Flipping through my messages I just saw my friends telling me about what they saw on the box or how their dreams were and I quote ‘The bees knees’. ‘I seriously need new friends.’
I popped off my spot on the couch and went to my room to grab some things so sleeping out in the living room would be more comfortable. And the reason I’m out there is because I could possibly die of heat stroke in my own room. As I opened the door I grabbed my pillows, comforter, and phone charger. Just as I was about to go to leave I remembered I needed my Teddy. Do not judge me yes I am 17 and yes I do sleep with a Teddy bear named Mr. Snuggles.
I ran back in my room and searched my bed for it, but found nothing so I looked under my bed and saw the same. ‘That’s weird I could’ve sworn he was right here.’ I threw all my stuff on the couch
and went back into my room to investigate more. I looked in my closet, behind the teli and even in my drawers but he was nowhere to be found. Feeling a little frantic I ran to my sister’s room.
ReplyDeleteI knocked lightly on the door. “Charlotte? Charlotte? Are you awake?”
“No go away.” A groggy voice said in return.
“Charlotte come on this is serious.” I whined hitting the door again. Within a few seconds the door flew open and a very bothered looking Charlotte was watching me.
“What is it Alice? I have class in 5 hours I would like to catch a few zs before then.”
“Have you seen Mr. Snuggles?” I asked slightly worried.
“Mister who?” She asked confused running a hand through her hair.
“My teddy.”
“Let me get this straight you woke me up at this un-godly hour to ask me about a Teddy!” She whispered yelled.
“Yes” I said looking her directly in the eye.
“Goodnight!” She went to slam the door but I put my foot in the way.
“Come on Char, you know I’ve needed him since that blackout where nobody but you me and gramps was here. I can’t sleep without him.” I whined pushing the door back open. She let out a sigh and ran a hand down her face.
“Look in the living room I saw it there earlier today.”
“Thanks Char.” I said speeding off to the living room.
“And don’t wake me up again!” She yelled after me while closing and locking her door.
I ran into the living room and scanned the surrounding. ‘He has to be in here somewhere’ I started by looking under the bookcases and couches. Then I moved to some of the closets and behind the light stands. Still finding nothing I decided to move to the kitchen and look around. I opened up all the drawers and pantries. I even searched the fridge and found nothing.
“Alice! What did you do?” I heard the screeching voice of my mother. ‘Uh oh.’ I slowly walked out and gave her an awkward wave. “What happened to my house?” She asked pointing to the living room. I forgot to mention that method of looking under stuff is completely flipping it over. “It looks like a tornado hit my house in my sleep!”
“Mum I was just looking for Mr. Snuggles.” I said trying to bring some of the focus off of the train wreckage in front of us.
“So you decided to demolish the house?!”
ReplyDelete“Minor details.” She gave me a cold look and then shook her head. “Did you look in the washroom?”
“Uh no why would I?”
“I bathed your bear earlier with some of my clothes he may still be in there.” She said still looking at the mess. I ran in the washroom and sitting on top of some clean linen was Mr. Snuggles. I grabbed my bear and ran back into the living room to see my mother trying to flip the couch back over.
“Thanks Mum!” I said happily while trying to scurry to my room.
“Hold it right there!” I slowly turned back around to see her standing with her hands on her hips and foot tapping wildly. “You are going to fix my house Alice.” I went to open my mouth but she raised a hand to silence me. “NOW!”
“Okay.” I said putting my head down. She walked out muttering some choice words under her breathe and a snuggled my teddy even more. ‘I guess cleaning the house isn’t that bad right?’ And of course in that moment the teli had to fall.
Great use of humor and sarcasm.
DeleteI woke up and it was gone, it just disappeared. My most treasured item gone. I could not believe my camera was gone. My first thought was where it could have gone, I started worrying did I lose it, did I forget it somewhere, or did I miss place it. I got up and searched the entire room for it, the camera was not there. I knew when I went to bed it was on my desk next to my computer. Then I started to panic, how could I work without my camera, all my pictures are on the camera. I left my room and started searching the house for it. I started in the living room thinking I might have left it there; it was not there, I moved on to the other rooms and it was not in any of them. I did not know what to do I looked everywhere and I could not find it. I laid back down and tried to fall asleep and thought maybe it would be somewhere in the morning I might just be missing it. That morning I woke up and looked next to my computer the camera was still gone. I went downstairs to ask my mom if she has seen it. She could not tell me where it was and I was scared. I looked in every room again just to check to see if I missed it last night when I looked. It still was not in any of the rooms. I went back to my room to check the draws in the desk to see if I put it in there by accident. Still could not find it. All day I wondered where it could have gone. I was going to give up trying to look for it, but I still could not believe it disappeared. That night I went to bed worried that it was gone forever. The next day I woke up hoping it would show up, but it did not. Day after day I looked in every room again and again, but I still had hope that it was in the house somewhere. Then, a week went by and it still has not shown up, and no one has seen it. I started to lose hope that it was in the house and started to actually realize I really lost it. My most treasured item, I cannot figure out how I lost it so easily. That night before it disappeared I know it was on my desk right next to the computer like I always kept it. Weeks went by without me finding it. I gave up, I just accepted it was gone forever; I lost it just like that. I could just get a new one it was no big deal, then I realized all my pictures were on the card in the camera. Then I felt worse knowing I lost all the memories on the camera. Then I remembered I put them on the computer to edit them. I sat down at the computer and logged on to check to make sure I did. I scrolled through the pictures and really missed my camera because I loved taking pictures. I went to move the computer over to hook it up to the printer to print some pictures out and then something happened. The computer came unplugged. I moved the desk to plug it back in and to see why it suddenly unplugged. I found it, my camera it was behind the desk. At first I could not believe I found it then I realized that night I lost it I heard something fall and that must have been it. I could not believe that I found it I really never lost it, the camera a just fell behind the desk and I never checked there. Weeks and weeks went by and I thought I really lost it when in fact it was just behind my desk. My treasured item is now back in my hands and I can finally be happy again. Now instead of putting next to the computer I think I will put it in the desk drawer so I don’t accidently lose it ever again.
ReplyDeleteGood thing you found it again.
DeleteMy heart’s pounding. I’m surrounded, there’s no way out. Policemen point their guns at me, ready to fire. I can tell they’re just as scared as I am, with their eyes darting nervously across me. Quickly, I drop onto all fours. Breathing deeply, I feel my energy like tiny sparks dancing across my skin form into a ball of light at the center of my chest. Before they can fire, I let it explode from me,sending the men flying backward. Nows my chance, I run to the pickup truck without hesitation. The police officer inside isn't ready for the blow I send to his jaw, leaving him in momentary confusion. As he tries to figure out how a fourteen year old could have super powers and give him a nice bruise, I grab him by the collar of his shirt and throw him onto the ground. Smiling, I climb into the truck and yell as I drive away, “Thanks for the ride boys!”. A drive for few hours until I’m way out of town. Knowing that they’ll be tracking the car by now I leave it parked at a hotel and then catch a bus into Chicago. I lean my head back onto the seat and sigh. I’m exhausted, hungry, and alone. Although I try to act like I’m not scared, I am; I'm only one person.I wish I was eighteen, so no one would question my whereabouts or ask where my parents are. But I’m not, so now I have to deal with suspicious stares. My parents who had been preparing me for this for my whole life without me even realizing it.I figured out that those karate classes weren’t just for fun, but for the combat I would have to face. I figured out that those problem solving games and activities weren’t just to make me a better student but to help me survive on my own. I don’t know where they are since they only left me with a note that said ‘Get out. We love you.’ I have so many questions. Why did one of the teachers attack me? Why did my parents leave the night before and never come back? What am i going to do now? I feel so lost , my parents only gave me the basics on how to use my powers. I don't know when but suddenly i'm not on the bus anymore.*** I'm in a blank white room with only one door across from me. I can tell that my hands and feet are tied to the chair that i'm sitting on.
ReplyDelete"Well, well, well look at we got here. A young Norija."
A tall man walks from behind me wearing a long black toga. As he comes to face me I realize that he has black eyes and that his skin has a red tint to it. He laughs loudly shaking the whole room.
"Come on boy! Don't give me that look! Do you not know who you are? Do you not know who I am?" He places his hand over his heart like he's hurt and then wipes away a fake tear.
"No, i don't know what a Norija is and I most definitely don't know who you are." I respond flatly.
He turns around wildly and smacks me across my face. Hot rage sears through me until I can't control it any longer. As he turns around again , I pull his arm back behind him until he shrieks in pain. Then I spin him in the air and slam him onto the floor, all without moving a finger.
“Never put your hands on me again. Now you're going to tell me who I am and who you are.”
He murmurs something and then begins to laugh in a way that makes me uneasy.
“Hahahaha! Oh my dear precious, precious boy that was wonderful! Good job, Bravo! But we’ll have to continue this conversation at another time, I think someone is waiting for you.”
The room begins to spin rapidly, I try to grab a hold of something but there’s nothing to hold onto.*** I gasp panting for air. I’m still on the bus, but no one else is on board and now there’s a gun pointed between my eyes.
This is well written. I'm interested to see this evolved into a larger project.
DeleteEmptiness. That was all I felt. I could not quite grasp why, but it just filled me all over. I seemed to be frantically searching for something, but what? I raced up and down the house, in and out of drawers, but still could not find it. What was ‘it’ though? And why was I in such a need to find it?
ReplyDeleteMy mind went into a state of restlessness and that is when I awoke from the dream. Out of habit, as I do when I feel overwhelmed, I reached to my neck to feel my necklace… it was gone. That was it. Where had it gone?! Now the emptiness was replaced with desperation and panic. I soon became frantic and felt sort of lost. My most treasured possession was gone and I had no idea how. It seemed impossible for a necklace to just go missing in the middle of the night. Although it is gold, it does not contain much monetary value but it does, however, possess much sentimental meaning to me. It may not be too expensive but the meaning behind the necklace is absolutely priceless, mainly because it was a gift from one of the most important people in my life. I received it for a special occasion and ever since I have not taken it off because of the promise I made to that person. It is as though many personal things and feelings attached themselves to that small item and the fact that nobody knows exactly why it means so much to me, only makes it that much more special. That is why I could not understand who could take it and mainly why they would. It would be of no use or benefit to anyone but me.
Restless nights accompanied my helpless-feeling days. To get my mind off of the missing necklace and lighten up my mood, my friends and I took a trip to the state fair. It was not until then that I was given insight about the necklace. Just passing by the many different people, food stands and games, there was one particular person that stood out. She seemed to be watching me, which made me feel uncomfortable in a way but also made me ponder on why her gaze was fixed on me out of the hundreds of people there. I casually passed by to see if her stare would follow and that is when I realized the sign above her stand, which read “Psychic Cards and Palm Readings”. Although a huge non-believer of such things, something intrigued me about it, and I went up to the old woman.
“I knew you would come,” she said as I approached.
Puzzled, I asked what she meant.
“You’re missing something, aren’t you? Something of great value to you.”
At this point I was somewhat frightened but wanted to find out more.
“Yes, my necklace. It was taken in the middle of the night. I don’t know who or why…”
“I may have that information available to you,” the old woman replied.
Skeptical, but willing to find an answer, I followed her to a large table where she sat across from me and took my hand. She traced the lines on my palm and seemed to be very lost in thought.
ReplyDelete“It seems as though a large part of your positive energy has attached itself to this item,” I listened as she spoke, “many from the other world seek this energy.”
“The other world?” I asked confused as to what she was referring to.
“Yes.. spirits. Once living, now troubled souls. They crave such energy to latch on to and retain for themselves to remain in the human world.” I was not sure what to make of this information, so I did not really say much. She went on, “it seems to be the spirit of a girl, around your age. She could feel the positive aura that was emitted from your necklace and found it would be perfect to prolong her stay here.”
“What exactly do you mean?” I asked confused.
The psychic explained that spirits of once-living humans, whose lives were ended short, seek the ability to remain on Earth and not transfer to the other side. They do this by obtaining the positive energy that is transferred to sentimental objects, such as my necklace, and it allows them to sort of recharge and be able to remain here.
“How can I get it back?”
“You must perform a ritual to summon her and request it back. You do so by reciting these lines,” the old woman handed me a small book with highlighted phrases, “and make sure to incorporate candles to light the way for her.”
After learning more about the ritual, I went home and prepared myself to get my necklace back.
It was not a difficult process and the spirit only seemed lost. Once completed, I was glad to have helped this helpless would reach her final place of rest and obtain my necklace. It appeared around my neck and I was never more relieved in my whole life.
I love that you start with a dream and end with elements of the supernatural - helps maintain the mood of the story.
DeleteWith eyelids as heavy as steel, but a mind full of scattered thoughts, I knew early on that there would be little sleep in the nearing dawn. It seemed improbable for me to reach a stable point. After realizing that the necklace my grandmother had given to me for my confirmation had been misplaced, it was all that I could think about, and all that would run through my mind for these next few hours of ‘sleep’.
ReplyDeleteAll but the mere probable began racing through my mind. But I was used to this, used to the idea of bad luck. Things never went my way; I was always short on good opportunities, never had something to look forward to, so why did I have any right to think differently this time around? It was only instinct that these thoughts had filled my head. I had become so accustomed to negative results that I let this one slip right beneath me. The obvious was beyond me, and so I began my search in the most far out places. As I made my way down the stairs and through the living room, rummaging through anything in my reach, my hopes of finding this necklace grew thin. I tore apart my whole house; flew through each room like a tornado. Where could it be? I quickly began to drown in my despair. As the night grew on, things transitioned from bad to worse. Sleepless and uneasy, I continued my search, only to have nothing change.
It was now nearing 4AM, and I had made my way around the house at least three times. I resented myself for taking the necklace off in the first place. It was rare that the necklace ever left my sight, but unfortunately it had had to be taken off for my soccer match the previous day. And then, it hit me; the locker room! How could I not have thought about this earlier? The last place I had my necklace was right before I walked onto the field the other day. It must have fallen through my bag and gone unnoticed due to my excitement. Now feeling a little more stable, I decided that I would try to sleep the rest of the night, in hopes that my prized possession was awaiting my arrival in the morning.
I was awoken by a subtle knocking at my door, followed by the nagging of my older brother.
“Get up you little brat, family is here!”
Family? But it was only 10 in the morning. As mind began to move back into reality and my thoughts began to clear, I quickly got dressed and ran down the stairs. In all of my despair from the night before, I had forgotten they had been coming over for breakfast; a breakfast that I had been appointed to make. I couldn’t let my grandmother noticed my bare neck; she would be torn if I lost the necklace. Before anyone could notice what was going on, I ran out of the door and jumped into my car. I had to find this necklace and it had to be done now. As I arrived at the field, I could see from afar a glistening object in the grass. With high hopes, I jumped out and began running toward the light. There, lying between scattered leaves, I recovered my necklace. I couldn’t help but smile. The necklace had been lost in the most obvious place, but yet I had started my search in all of the wrong places. This necklace would never leave my sight again. In all of my excitement I had forgotten about the family I had ran out on so abruptly this morning. With tears of joy and a smile on my face, I headed back toward my car and went home.
Confusion lay upon my families face. Without hesitation I mumbled something regarding a soccer meeting that I was running late to, and with that the suspicion was disregarded. I had never been more happy, more relieved. With my necklace dangling from my neck and a smile on my face, I carried on my day with not a thought of my despair again.
Well executed; engaging descriptions.
DeleteWind blowing. Warm air grazing your skin with a chill behind it. A common day's weather report when you're coming from your last period’s class and outside the middle school waiting for a girl of... AMAZING personality. Christina. My little sister. She's really cool and funnay! Wooahh! Man. She's something, man, I'll tell ya.' A ball of sunshine with a dash of fierceness. And, she’s a true life saver.
ReplyDeleteI remember, one day last month, there was a Back-to-School party on “The Rocks”. My friends Ashley, Tiahna, Pam and I all decided to go since there was nothing else to do. Everyone said it’ll be boring because Jennifer would be there, yet, everyone showed up. It started while Pam and I were walking to the store one afternoon. I didn’t have to work that day so we decided to go get some lunch out at the pizza joint by the “Double” or what the average calls Quick-Chek… By the way, my name is Cody but, I don’t think you’ll be too interested in my name while reading this story. Now, Pam is my best friend. I wouldn’t say I like her but we do have a pretty good relationship. It’s pretty stable. Tiahna is one of the friends you have that’s real relaxed and goofy and blah blah. Ashley is the sophomore so, you know, she’s the baby of the group. Me, however, I’m the only guy that gives insight on who the girls should date and vice versa. They give me the look when I get too involved with someone who’s not really worth me dating. But I’m a nice guy so, you know ha ha. But let’s move on to the good part, shall we?
Approaching senior year, the most connect in the school should be known for having fun right? Not really. Lately, all you’ve been hearing is kids getting shot and shot at and most of the senior class that’s “connected” get arrested and separated. So, the ladies and myself decided to get a party goin’ on the Rocks and maybe take a sip or two before getting the party started. What we did was get posters taped up around town. We gave out flyers. Made parents laugh hard enough to agree to let go of the house rule momentarily and let the guys sleep over since most of us lived on the same block. Then, we got some of the top Juniors, Sophomores, and Freshmen to hang out with us so they could get some experience. They weren’t drinking though. Actually, nobody was drinking unless they brought their own booze and even those people had to evacuate the premises until they were finished and still walking straight. I, of course, was going to do the karaoke and Pam, Ashley, and Tiahna were the stars who made sure everyone was smiling and loving each other like we love them. “No fighting!” was our number one rule. No smoking came next and terrorizing the underclassmen came after that. And we were very strict on those policies.
The day of the party, Pam and I went out to the bootlegger and got a small bottle of something light. I told her she couldn’t drink with me so she bought her own and drunk it over by the tree. We were up the street from our school when she did that. We both finished our bottles before we got to the school and by the time we made it to her house I had been struggling trying to carry her on my back for a minimum of an hour. My feet were aching and my back was screaming for a message. Pam lit some candles while I dropped my satchel. Help me out of my shirt and started with her heaven sent gift like therapy. Pleased, I cooked us both something to nibble on before the night really began. Then, we called up Ashley, and Tee to make sure they were still meeting us up at the train station so we could get going. They agreed but they were stuck in traffic. This was about 7:30pm. An hour later they contacted Pam and I again and told us they were around the corner and there was no need to walk so far. I tried to hurry and grab my things but in the process, I checked my satchel for my music journal but it wasn’t there. I remembered specifically that before I went to bed the night before, my brother was asking me why’d I put my journal inside of my bag. Usually it isn’t ever taken out of the room let alone the house. But I assured him it was only for that night and I was just doing a quick karaoke. But it was gone! Everything I worked on was gone! That is, I remembered the lyrics to all of my songs and poems and things like that but, they had not been copyrighted, published, nor were they ready for the mortal to hear. Dangerous I tell you! Some sort must have taken over me during this time period because I really finished an entire composition notebook of about 200 sheets. (Sighs to relax). Gone.
ReplyDeletePam pushed me pretty hard. She struck a vein in my brain when she told me to hurry up because her killer dad would be home. “He’s gonna chop yo’ head doff,” she told me. “And he’ll feed it to the fish.” I laughed but I knew it was probably true. I didn’t worry too much about my notebook anymore. My focus was getting out of the house before I was caught AND getting the party started. Surely I wasn’t too scared of her crazy dad had some terrifying look in his eye that, to me, worshipped Medusa the Gorgon. No. Not at all. Gulp. We’ll just continue on.
My eyes feeling heavy, still singing and waving, I finished my third song. Pam said she wanted me to do another but I wasn’t too fond of that. My notebook was missing and I could barely feel my face. All I planned to do was purposely fall somehow and get a moment to sleep. Maybe I’ll make it seem as if I fainted or something but then they’ll call the cops. We were having fun.
ReplyDeleteThinks: Cody couldn’t be the one to spoil everything. But, Cody needs a drink of water. I need my journal. I need to go home. Where’s my mom? Why is it so dark… I had passed out. My body heavy and hard to move. Stomach feels as if it’s boiling. Bright lights surrounded me and some lady told me there was some one that wanted to see me but all I could think is how did I get out of my clothes.
Pam walked in the door. My mom walked out, and she sat next to me.
“Why did you drink so much if you knew you couldn’t handle yo’ liquor?” she asked.
“I was terrified of you. I thought you were dead or something.” She finished.
“My apologies, I just didn’t think it would go this far Pam, honest.” I answered.
“I know, I know. Get some rest. I’ll talk to you later.” Pam started toward the door.
“By the way. I put this on my dresser when I gave you that ‘Imfomous Therapy’ as you call it.” She laughed. Then she tossed my journal on top of my stomach and finished, “Night buddy.”
“Heeeeeyyy, don’t put it that way,” he said. “I just like the solitude of living under children’s beds. It’s not my fault they think I’m so scary.”
ReplyDelete“Oh,” I said, rather confused. “Well just because you live under my bed doesn’t mean you can steal things out of my room,” I said accusingly.
He sat down in a large purple armchair, crossing his legs. “What are you talking about?” he asked, giving me a look of confusion.
“Spot, my stuffed dog! You took him!” I shrieked. “And then you tied up his girlfriend!”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Take it easy,” Christopher Walken said, trying to calm me down. “I haven’t taken your stuffed dog.”
Something about the way he said it, I couldn’t help but believe he really hadn’t taken Spot.
“Well if you didn’t take him,” I said glumly, “then who did?”
“Squeak squeak,” BunBun said sinisterly.
I gasped dramatically. “BunBun! What do you mean it was you?”
She squeaked on, telling me her dastardly plot of how she had kidnapped Spot and thrown him away. Over the years since I had grown closer to Spot, BunBun felt that I was rejecting her, and that I didn’t love her anymore. Her jealousy grew and at first all she wanted was for me to love her again, but eventually she no longer cared about me, and all she wanted was revenge. Her plan was to leave me with Christopher Walken in boogeyworld FOREVER!
Tears pooled in my eyes. “BunBun, don’t do this.”
“I have to,” BunBun told me through squeak.
“Squeak, squeaker, squeak,” someone squeaked.
“Spot!” I cried, as I saw him come out of the darkness. “I thought you were gone forever!” I ran to him and embraced him tightly.
Spot hugged me back, but pulled away quickly. He told me how BunBun had bribed Ted, my older brother’s stuffed bear (another abandoned stuffed animal, to help her get rid of him. He then told me about how he fought his way out of the garbage truck before he could be crushed. He squeaked that he ran home as fast as he could and when he returned, I was gone. Luckily my dog honey (a real dog) had seen what had happened, and told him that BunBun and I had gone under the bed to find him.
“So what do we do now?” I asked.
“Now, I take you home,” Spot squeaked heroically.
“Squeak squeak!” BunBun squeaked.
“What about you?!” Spot squeaked, appalled. “You can stay here for all I care!”
“No!” I interrupted. “BunBun will come home with us.” BunBun’s face lit up. “However,” I said, “she will be exiled to the top shelf of my closet for one year.”
BunBun’s face fell, but she nodded her head in agreement.
“Alright,” Christopher Walken smiled, putting his arm around my shoulder. “Now that that’s settled, GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” He yelled, and pushed me back into the darkness.
I woke with a start. I exhaled loudly, happy that it had all only been a dream. I rolled over and hugged Spot to my chest.
The End
Coming Up: BunBun Returns!
Mitch Kupiec awakes to a room that, with the exception of his bed, is empty. He rests in his bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering what had gone wrong. Just the night before, his room was filled with life; his life. His walls were once home to wonderful paintings, on the floor there had rested a Persian rug and a pure oak dresser, at one point, stood mightily in the corner. Mitch, at one time, admired his room’s elegance. Now he stares at a barren prison, trying hard to remember what it used to be, and why it changed.
ReplyDeleteMitch fumbles in his sheets and eventually arises. He takes his first steps on the cold hard floor beneath him. In the corner of his eye, he recognizes the door leading to the hallway just outside his room. Mitch begins towards it but becomes distracted by an odd clanking sound behind him, towards his window. He turns to investigate the scene. The window is tall and overlooks the entire room. It is blanketed by a thick, dark blue curtain. Mitch pulls aside the cover, behind it; he sees a small crack in the window. Outside it, there is a large tree branch slamming repeatedly on the glass.
Annoyed by the constant sound, Mitch opens the window and breaks off the culprit branch. He then turns and continues back towards the room door. He reaches the door and grasps the handle. The burning touch of the metal alarms Mitch but he continues to turn the knob anyway. After completing the full rotation, the door is opened and the hallway becomes visible. In the hallway there is a long red rug, bordered with gold fabric, stretching from Mitch’s room, down to the staircase at the end of the hallway. On the walls are three large family photos on one side. Directly under the middle photo is a short, brown table with a green vase on its center.
Mitch walks pass the decorations and begins his way down the staircase. At the bottom, he reaches a huge room. At one end is a hallway leading further into the house. On the complete opposite side, is a grand door which leads outside. Mitch continues towards the hallway, hoping to find someone or something that will inform him of the events which occurred the previous night. He walks down the corridor until he reaches two doors on his left. He opens it and is greeted by an empty living room, at the farthest end of the room stood a fireplace which was unlit. Beside it was a small flower pot which contained a starving fern. Mitch turned and exited the room.
He then enters the next room afterwards. It was a kitchen but just like the other two rooms, it was empty. Dissatisfied, Mitch left the room. He went down where he had already come and arrived at the grand door from earlier. He reached for the two golden handles which accented the door. He opened the door. The air was filled with a thick fog that reduced visibility to little or nothing. Mitch walks forward into the fog, unaware of where he is going. After a few moments of aimlessly walking, he bumps into a hard surface.
To Mitch, it feels crude and metallic. Mitch recognizes a faded orange color in front of him. He closely examines the obstacle. Directly in the middle of the object Mitch deciphers a word. It reads: “Tug n Lug: Moving Experts”. With this Mitch begins to remember something. An image of men, walking in and out of his house, carrying his furniture, comes to mind. He is then able to understand that the crude object before him is a van, a moving van to be exact. Mitch is shocked that he could forget such a thing. He’s moving.
Slam bang ending! You crazy, dude!
ReplyDeleteThis piece irrevocably changed my entire perspective on the universe and its various machinations. When I think of your work, I can only shudder at the thought of trying to process something so obviously constructed on a plane that has yet to exist. I am humbled by your excellence; I deem myself unworthy of even commenting on this little slice of genius.
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