Chapter 4: The Slave Market(the story of Aaleyah Kiara Fallyn)

September 30, 2008

Author’s note: I don’t know how those of you who read this can do so without thinking that it shouldn’t be posted on here in the first place PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE tell me if you find any mistakes, boring parts, parts that need more explaining, etc.!!!!!

Please tell me what you think!!!!!! Your critques are SO helpful! Even if they say I need to learn how to write:D

by raven14

After those awful months, during which I lost both my parents and my sister- my best friend- I lived in a trance. Nothing mattered anymore. I had thought life was over when my parents died. Now it was completely empty, meaningless, and void of all purpose for living. I didn’t care what happened to me now.

I thought again about how Aaliyah had been cruelly dumped along the road. Even if she had been barely alive when she had been dragged beneath a bush, the cold temperature would have killed her soon after. There was no chance at all that she was alive. I knew it; I just didn’t want to believe it. I couldn’t believe it…

“Eat!” I heard a voice command. I looked up and realized one of the barbarians had been trying to give me food this whole time. I turned my eyes back to the ground. I wasn’t hungry. I knew I was growing painfully thin, but I didn’t care. Finally, after glaring at me, the man realized I wasn’t going to eat no matter what he did, and so he left.

We had been on the road for two months now- two long, cold, and miserable months. When winter had struck before Aaliyah’s death, it had struck hard. There were probably three feet of snow or more on the ground each day, making it impossible for us to walk behind the wagon anymore. Now at least we were all allowed to sit in it, although we were still tied up.

Suddenly bits and pieces of a conversation drifted toward my ears, although it was in the barbarians language. I was beginning to grasp the meanings of the different words they used, but I didn’t understand everything I was hearing. ”She’s not eating anything at all! She’s getting thinner and thinner! That scum won’t sell for much if she has no flesh on her bones!” I heard a man say. It souned like the man who had just tried to force the food on me.

“I am aware of that Caiphus. I have eyes,” I heard another voice say. That was the leader, whose name was Abbas Haddad. His name, “Abbas”, meant “stern or lion”. That certainly described him. He was probably one of the sternest people I had ever met.

“What do we do?” Caiphus said.

“Let me take care of it. For now I want you to tend to the horses. Obviously tending to the prisoners is too hard for you,” Abbas said. I smirked. That must have gone over well with Caiphus. I could imagine him getting all red in the face.

Then the smirk quickly disappeared. Abbas was now approaching me, and he didn’t look happy.

“Kirian scum, my man tells me you won’t eat. Is this true?”he said with a scowl on his face.

“It is,” I replied cooly, looking straight into his face. I wasn’t going to show my fear of him.

“You will eat, because I say you will,” he said sternly, glaring at me.

“No, I will not eat,” I replied in the Ashan language; his language, “You can try to make me, but I don’t care. I won’t do it. You can threaten to kill me, but that would a reward for me. I would rather die than live anymore.” I said all of this calmly and resolutely, keeping a straight face; not letting any emotions show. I really didn’t care. In truth I would truly rather die then stay on in captivity.

“Ah, but there you are wrong. You will eat, and you will do what I say. I don’t care if I have to hold you down as my men shove food in your mouth. You will submit to me,” he said angrily, grabbing my chin and forcing my face up so that I had to look into his eyes.

“You do not scare me,” I said. “Try what you will.” With that, he spun on his heel and left. He did not like to be told no. My eyes dropped back to the ground. Then my more sensible side kicked in. What would he do to me? It could be horrible. But then, I didn’t care. I wanted to stop existing, so what did it really matter?

“Aaleyah, don’t mess with these men. They won’t hesitate to kill you,” someone beside me said quietly in Kirian. I was surprised. I and the others hardly spoke it anymore. We weren’t allowed to speak in it, in case we were conspiring to run away. I looked back up to see Shastara staring at me with concern in his striking blue eyes.

“I don’t care. They can kill me. I want to die,” I said firmly.

“You don’t mean that,” he said.

“I do. All that mattered to me is gone; everything I loved was taken from me. Why continue to breathe, and know that every breath you will ever take again will be that of one captive and alone?” I said. He didn’t get it. His sister was alive. He didn’t understand.

“My parents died too. Don’t you think I know how you feel?” he said gently.

“You aren’t alone! I am, and I always will be,” I replied. I fixed my gaze on the roots of a nearby tree.

“You aren’t alone Aaleyah,” Shastara said. He took my hand and squeezed it.

“No you’re not,” I heard another quiet voice say. It was Karysa speaking. She had been one of the girls who had been traveling with the rest of us before- before catastrophe had struck. She smiled encouragingly and squeezed my hand too. I didn’t reply.

Normally these kind acts would have touched me. But now I was hardened and cold.

I heard footsteps. Abbas and three other men had returned.

“So Kirian scum. You think you can ignore me and do as you please. Let’s see about that, shall we?” Abbas said. He made some signal to his men, and I was then roughly dragged from the wagon we were sitting in.

“Leave her alone!” Shastara said, making a move as if to help me. He instantly received a punch to his ribs, which winded him. He fell back, gasping. I gave him a look that said, Don’t try to help me. I don’t want you hurt for my sake.

Abbas had brought some of the better food he and his men enjoyed with him. He hoped to weaken me, but it wasn’t going to work.

“See this? This food is better than anything you have been offered so far. You may this every day if you will submit to me. Well, what do you say?” Abbas said, offering a piece of food to me.

I said nothing. I just stared off into the distance, ignoring him.

Abbas made another signal to his men, and I was dragged over to a tree and forced to sit against it. Abbas’s men took long, thick ropes and wrapped them around me and the tree many times, so that I could not move at all.

I knew what was coming, and I clamped my shut as tight as I could.

Abbas put some gruel on a spoon, and lowered the spoon toward my mouth.

“Eat!” he commanded. I refused to open my mouth.

Then he tried to force it open. I was clenching my jaw shut so tightly I was afraid it would stay that way forever.

In the end though, he got it open. He shoved the spoon into my mouth. I spit the gruel out into his face. He yelled and struck me across the face. He tried again, but to no avail. Finally, with a growl, he left to get something.

He must have given his men yet another signal, because I was untied and thrown to the ground. There were two trees very close to each other. One of my arms was tied to one tree’s branches, and my other arm was tied to the other tree’s brances. I was now suspended from the two trees by my arms. I hung there and wished I could just die. I heard Shastara try again to come to my aid. Then I heard a sword being taken out of its sheathe, and I realized that Shastara probably had a sword at his throat, daring him to try to save me again.

“So, you still won’t submit to me?” Abbas said, looking me in the face. He was trying to scare me into submission.

I wouldn’t reply.

“Fine then. Have it your way,” he said, uncoiling a long whip and coming around to the other side of me.

I knew what was coming, as before. I braced myself… I heard the whip before I felt it, and when I did feel it, I nearly screamed. The pain was so agonizing! But I couldn’t give in. That was what he wanted. Rather let him whip me until I died. That was what I wanted.

After giving me about six lashes, he finally gave up, throwing the whip onto the ground beside me.

“Don’t think this is over wench! I’ll break you yet,” he said angrily, and then he stomped away to his horse. I was surprised he would actually whip me. If he had any chance of selling me at all, killing me with a whip didn’t benefit him. I then figured that at this point, he didn’t really care as much about selling me as he did about breaking me to his will.

I was in so much pain, although the barbarians certainly didn’t care as they cut me down from the trees and dumped me into the wagon. I groaned, and they laughed at the sound, calling me “Kirian scum” and “filth”.

“Aaleyah!” I heard Shastara say. I felt strong, gentle arms beneath me, and then I was lying on my stomach. Karysa took some of snow on the wagon and spread it over the bleeding welts on my back. I gasped sharply. Then she gently began to wipe my back with small strips of cloth ripped from the bottom of her dress. My dress was tattered, and now my back was more exposed than before. It was my fault; I knew it. But I almost welcomed the pain as an escape from my thoughts- thoughts of my family, thoughts of freedom…

The wagon jolted forward again. Every little bump on the road and jolt of the wagon was agony for my back. But I didn’t care.

The edges of my vision began to go dark. Unconsciousness was coming. I only hoped that I would never again wake up. I wanted to die. I welcomed death’s icy fingers closing about my heart…

Everything went completely dark. I wondered if this was my last look at the world.

Categories: Fantasy Fiction.

Tags: Aaleyah, Abbas Haddad, death's icy fingers, Raven14, whip

Chapter 3: The Shadow of Death(the story of Aaleyah Kiara Fallyn)

September 29, 2008

YAAAAAY!!! EVERYONE SCREAM AND SHOUT!!! RAVEN14 IS POSTING MORE OF HER ENTIRELY BORING AND TRASHY STORY!!!! LET’S PARTY!!!!

Seriously , if you think this story stinks out of this world, tell me. Coz’ I kinda think that, esp. when I read you guy’s(improper grammar/spelling/ punc. there, sorry) AWESOME stories.

So, whoever votes this story off of WE, tell me fast.

And while you’re at it, tell me what you think.

by raven14

Finally, long after the sun had gone down in the sky, we stopped again. Everyone collapsed, exhausted. Even some of the barbarians looked as if they couldn’t go another step even if forced to. For that I was glad.

We (what do you readers suggest i say? children, kirians, teens, what? coz not all of them are teens. so i’m sorta at a loss for what to say. suggestions are helpful :D anyway, for right now i will just say ”we”) were each given a small hunk of bread, a small piece of cheese, some salted pork, and some water. I was surprised we got that much. I had expected a sip of water, maybe a few bites of bread- certainly not this. But of course I was thankful, as were the others.

We were untied, but a close watch was kept on us. We rubbed our sore wrists, which were all chafed and raw. My right leg ached so much I didn’t think I could stand if I had wanted to-and that was not to mention that as it continued to get colder throughout the night, it became even worse.

The barbarians, of course, each had a blanket. They were also dressed warmly for such cold temperatures. We had expected to be at our destination by now, sleeping in a warm inn under many blankets, so we were not nearly as prepared.

We were given one- one thin, tiny blanket to cover all seven of us. We huddled together on the hard, frozen ground as much as we could, attempting to keep each other warm. Aaliyah and I slept with our arms around each other, as much for comfort as for warmth.

I awoke to something wet and cold on my face. I opened my eyes to see soft snowflakes falling on us. The ground was covered in a thin white blanket. My clothes had absorbed so much snow they felt frozen stiff.

The winter had really begun now, and it had been predicted to be a much colder winter than last year’s winter was, hence the snow so early on. It was only, if I remembered correctly, the fifth day of the eleventh month. Snow never came this early for us.

Our legs were so cold that we could not feel them, so one of the barbarians at least built a small fire so that we could warm them enough to be able to use them again. The snow melted off of us, running down our bodies in little streams of water. It was surprising we weren’t dead.

I was so afraid we would all get frostbite. My father had once been trapped in a blizzard all night, nearly losing all of his fingers and toes. Thinking of him created a sharp pain in my heart. If only he was alive, and on his way to rescue us…but it wasn’t true. I would never see the father I had loved with all my heart again; neither him nor my mother. I missed them so much…

Thankfully he had been found in time to be able to keep them. In our case though, no one would be rescuing us, and this fire would probably be one of the only fires we got to warm ourselves near all day. I just hoped the barbarians realized that we could not go as far as them without collapsing or worse.

Finally, after being given some warm, yet tasteless, gruel as breakfast, we were ordered to get up again. We were given warmer clothing, and Shastara’s little sister was at last allowed to ride in the wagon. It appeared the barbarians weren’t completely mindless.

We were tied to the wagon again. By this time it was so cold we couldn’t even feel our raw wrists being cut into by the ropes again, so in a sense, for awhile, the cold was to our advantage.

The wagon slowly went forward again. The barbarians had cleared a path through the snow for some miles up ahead, and continued to do so, so the wagon went more smoothly then it would have.

With each step our shoes sunk in the snow, getting completely saturated with it. I glanced at Aaliyah. She looked very sick. She never had been able to be out in really cold temperatures. She had a form of lung sickness and was still getting better from it, meaning that the slightest too-cold tempertature could be fatal. I was really scared for her. Even now her breathing was turning raspy and heavy. I walked over to her side, looking into her fever-glazed eyes.

The snow continued to fall softly about us. I looked up the gray sky and hoped with all my might that blizzards weren’t coming soon in this unnatural winter. That would be all we needed.

Suddenly Aaliyah stumbled and fell. She didn’t move. The wagon was now dragging her along.

“Aaliyah!” I said. “Please, stop! My sister is ill!” I shouted.

“Shut up and keep walking!” I heard one of the men shout. Then I heard a whip crack as one of the men came over with a scowl on their face. Then he saw Aaliyah on the ground and left. He was probably getting the leader.

“Aaliyah, please wake up!” I cried. The wagon stopped and I shook her by the shoulders. She didn’t move or open her eyes. Her breathing was so slow it was almost non-eixstent.

The leader and another man came over.

“Let go of her,” the leader said to me.

“Not unless you let her ride in the wagon! She’s very sick!” I cried, gripping her even tighter. Then I realized with increasing terror that Aaliyah was no longer breathing.

“Aaliyah! Wake up!” I said frantically. I shook her harder. No response was given.

“I said let go!” the leader growled, signalling to his man to pry my arms off of her.

“Kai!” the leader shouted. Another barbarian that I remembered from before came running.

“This one’s as good as dead. Untie her and leave her in the bushes by the side of the road,” he said to Kai.

“No!” I screamed. “Aaliyah!” I received a slap in the face from the leader, and then he held me back tightly in his strong arms and covered my mouth with his hand. My screams were muffled.

I tried my hardest to wiggle out of his arms, but I got nowhere. Kai cut Aaliyah’s ropes, and then dragged her over to the side of the road and hid her in some bushes. She was now concealed from all of our sight.

“Let’s keep going!” the leader commanded. He released me with a shove and then walked away. The wagon pulled forward again.

“No! She’s not dead! Go back for her! Please!” I screamed. I was completely ignored. “Aaliyah!! Aaliyah!!”

“Shut up!” Kai said as he came up to me. He punched me in my ribs after he was sure his leader wasn’t looking, and then he climbed onto his horse and galloped to the front of the line.

I would have fallen but for Shastara suddenly coming beside me and supporting me. I stumbled on, gasping for breath. I was sure some of my ribs had been broken.

I looked back to where Aaliyah had been thrown. I couldn’t see her.

My heart was broken. Aaliyah was dead, lying strewn under a bush. I heard a gut-wrenching sob, and realized I was the one who had made it. The tears began to flow down my face.

This couldn’t be real. She couldn’t be dead. I needed her to be alive.

But she wasn’t.

I was alone.

Categories: Fantasy Fiction.

Tags: Aaleyah, Alone, Death, Frostbite, Raven14

I NEED INSPIRAAAAAATION! (get it? from the song where it’s like “You’re the inspiraaaaation!”)

September 28, 2008

RED ALERT! RED ALERT! I NEED INSPIRATION!

Well, I know already that I want to write a story about a dude named Liam. That’s pretty much all I have besides he definately will have way more friends than Ada did in the old story. Also I have the information that he lives in a community where all the houses are like three feet apart (a bit more than that, but you know what I mean) and you just sort of knock on someone’s door and say, “Hey, can (so and so) play?” go to the next door and say, “Hey, can (so and so) play?” and so and so on (so on and so on) and basically you never know which mother is gonna give you lunch each day. That’s pretty much all I have about this guy Liam. I’ll need some suggestions about if he’s gonna have a girlfriend or if he’s totally the ugliest dude around or if he has a crush on this girl that doesn’t know he exists or…you know, I just need something to work from. Tell me stuff like that. PLEASE! I NEED INSPIRATION! I’m really sad now that I’ve finished my other book and NO I am not writing a sequal. It’d be impossible. Not writing a sequal.

Hearts!

Jules

Categories: I'M TO LAZY TO CORRECTLY CATAGORIZE MY STORY!!!!!!!!!! :P.

I Can’t Tell — Epilogue (AKA: The REAL Worst Ending)

September 26, 2008

All of you are going to kill me, aren’t you? Yeah, I can just see all the hate on this now… Oh yeah, sorry it’s so short. It’s an epilogue, not a chapter. I’M SO HAPPY! Okay. Please enjoy the show.

EPILOGUE

I never meant to do any harm. I didn’t mean to send her into a depression. He forgot. It was my fault. I was telling him about what we always used to do when he used to go to my school. I didn’t mean any harm. All I wanted to do was get back together with him. He was my boyfriend before he moved, after all. Well, we had broken up, but we both still liked each other, I thought. That was all. I didn’t mean to put a line between them.
Robin told me after Ada walked in on us who she was and most likely why she was there and everything about her. He told me about the whole bird-repelling and everything. I knew it all about her and I knew it all about him…except for how he really didn’t love me. I accepted it happily, understanding that he’d moved on to other girls.
For five days after Robin’s death Ada stayed by his side and did not move an inch, crying. Jr. stayed there next to his corpse as well, but left at night and once in a while during the day. Ada wept and wept the whole entire time. I stopped in one of those days to see if it would be okay to grieve for him. When I came in Ada didn’t even look up at me. She just went on crying over Robin’s cold body. I sat down in a chair next to his bed. Ada was crouched on the floor with his hand in hers at her face. I wondered if tears would ever stop flowing from her face.
When I finally gathered the nerve to talk to her she looked up and told me she had nothing against me, but wanted to be alone. I told her I’d be out in a few minutes. For some strange reason, I didn’t cry over Robin. My mind was completely focused on Ada the whole entire time.
Really, since Ada walked in on us, I hadn’t gotten her off my mind. I didn’t ever think I’d meet her again, or at least get to know her. I sort of wanted to. It would be interesting. I think from watching her weeping over Robin gave me a lot of information from her. Eventually she stopped crying and started talking to me, since there was no one else.
“I’m sorry.” I said.
“Why should you be? You did nothing wrong.”
“I’m sorry that you had to be separated like that. He didn’t think it’d actually inflict damage that bad. He expected it just to break the spells and he did more than that.”
“It sucks. I don’t understand.”
“I don’t either. I don’t think Robin even understood what was going to happen.”
“The thing is that I never was in love with him. My mind was locked into a position that told me ‘you love this boy’ just because of all that had happened. Personally I think it stupid how that’s the way it is, but I was stuck to believing I loved him and that’s why I was angry at you for a while. But if I didn’t love him or anything why am I still crying? I don’t get it.”
“Maybe it’s because you two loved each other as friends.”
“No he was in real love. I loved him as I friend.”
“Yeah. Exactly. Since you knew he was the only one who loved you, you were attached to that and didn’t want to let go, therefor sending you into a state of depression. But the thing is that I don’t believe you’re alone.”
“What?”
“You’re not alone. I’ve got no one either. You wanna be no one together?”
Ada looked at me weird. She looked mad, as if I was playing a joke on her. I told her I wasn’t joking. She agreed and for a week after that I looked after her like she was part of my family.

About two weeks after that was Robin’s funeral. Everyone in his family, our friends from our old school, a few of his friends from his new school, and Ada and I were there. I wished for it to be less hard on Ada. It seemed like everything in life was directed angrily toward her.
A few times during the time I looked after her, this same one little robin would come around her when she was outside. She talked to the bird. She called him Jr. I wondered why. Maybe it was because of Robin?
I really hated to watch Ada suffer like this. She was constantly showing signs of losing her sanity. I wouldn’t blame her. We were practically all lone besides our families. Her mom was worried about her.

The last time I ever saw her was when I was leaving for vacation. I would only be gone for a week, I told her. She grimaced. I hugged her goodbye and left. When I came back her parents said she ran away one day while I was gone. I wanted to go look for her.
“We need to go find her!”
“We already tried. She’s no where to be found. She’s gone.”
“That’s not possible!”
“For all we know she could be dead.”
“NO!”
With that I had ran out of their house and gone down to the park, where she could maybe be. I wanted to find her. I wanted to know that she was safe. Two kids in a month and a half! No way! I searched the entire perimeter of the pond and in the woods and I went as far as the sign that said I’d be leaving our town. I walked back. I decided suddenly that she could’ve drowned herself. I ran back down to the pond. Ada could’ve been drowned there.
I waded into the water. I was immediately down to my neck by the time I’d taken four steps. The water was disgusting. I figured this was the perfect spot for her to drown herself. I quickly got out of the water and raced myself up to her house. I alerted her parents of the possibility of her being drowned in the pond. They questioned it at first, but then agreed it was possible when I told them how deep the water was. They understood by how my hair was wet along with the rest of my clothing and body.
Two hours later Ada was found in the pond–dead. I started crying. It wasn’t true. It couldn’t be true. She had to be alive! I suddenly completely understood how she felt when Robin died.
Then I knew that she was somewhere better.
Life would be better wherever she went, whether it be Heaven, Hell, or just became a spirit.
She was somewhere better.
Wherever she was, she was with the birds. She was with all the birds.
Including Robin.

THE END.

Categories: I'M TO LAZY TO CORRECTLY CATAGORIZE MY STORY!!!!!!!!!! :P.

I Can’t Tell — CH. 10 AKA: The Worst Ending.

September 26, 2008

This is sort of the last chapter, but I do have an Epilogue coming up (yay epilogues) and I know you’re all going to hate me even more than you did already.

To Empathy: Sorry Ada “cursed” (still don’t think of it as a curse) a couple times.

Okay, so here’s chapter 10, the last one, except for there’s an Epilogue (so you don’t forget I told you two or three times) and you shouldn’t get super angry cause a few untied endings WILL be talked about in the Epilogue.

CH. 10

I instantly understood the circumstances. I was completely and totally alone in the world. I wondered what to do. It’d been one and a half months since I’d even talked to Robin. I knew he wanted to, but I rejected even the thought of approaching him. This day he decided to approach me at the park.
“Ada.”
“Get the hell away.”
“I-I remembered something you told me a while ago.”
“Why do you want to talk to me now? Go away.”
“But I have something to–”
“What the hell makes you think you have the right to make me feel better NOW?! Huh?! It’s been a month and a half since we last talked! Couldn’t you have told me before?!”
“No, because I just remembered it today.”
“What could it possibly be?”
“You told me about how someone came one night and made you repel birds from now on. I was thinking that my response to that was that if it were true then I couldn’t come near you and it makes sense that I wouldn’t be able to come near you, right?”
“I guess.”
“So I think I know how to…bring you birds again.”
This made me start listening. I suddenly froze, attentive to anything more he had to say. I was about to start getting tears in my eyes if he knew how to bring back the birds. I wanted to know. I wanted to know now.
“How?” I turned to face him and grabbed his arms, begging him, pleading to him. “Tell me how, I beg of you. I need to kno–”
“I want to tell you now, that by bringing back the birds, I can’t bring back other people. I know you’re feeling really alone cause there’s no one left for you, but all I can really do is bring back the birds. I don’t even know if it’s gonna work. You could stay without birds forever if it doesn’t work.”
“How do you know about it?”
“I did research. I…I’m not gonna explain the whole thing, but all you really need to do is stop believing in it. I’m serious.”
“Oh. Is that it?”
“It’s difficult. Really it is. Now here’s the catch, we can break them both at the same time, if that’s cool with you.”
“I love the idea. Let’s do it.”
“What time is it?”
“I dunno, like five fifty-six.”
“Let’s go to the bridge.”
“I’m cool with that.”
“Okay, um, another thing. You may not want to watch me as I…er…become the bird thing.”
“What?”
“It looks horrifying. You wouldn’t want to watch, I assure you. For the good of your sanity–”
“I’d rather know. I don’t care.”
“You don’t–”
“No. I’m gonna be brave.”
“Okay, you can watch from afar, but then I’m gonna back up against the wall so I can’t run away while you come near me. I can go near you, like what happened when Jr. came over, it was hard but he came over, but you can’t come near us. Let’s go.”
I walked with Robin for the first time in a month and a half. It was awkward. I didn’t like it, but it also sort of made me feel better. I felt calm and at ease. I hadn’t been that way for so long. I felt like just leaning onto him then and staying there, in the middle of the field, in his arms, for the rest of eternity. That would be pleasant, but I didn’t do it. Robin wanted to do something important and I wanted it too. This was more important to me than anything in the world. It had to be done.
“It’s like thirty seconds till it’s six o’clock. Go under the bridge.” I told him.
“Yeah.” Robin ran twenty feet ahead faster to the bridge than I could say anything else to him. I watched from afar. This was going to be scary. I was afraid to look, but I knew I had to.
Robin stood there for a few seconds, facing the hill to my left. He stumbled. He nearly fell over into the water. I had to try so hard not to let myself race over to save him. This had to be done. Robin was going to help me and I was going to help him. I gulped as I watched him thrive there, stumbling and cursing loud enough for me to just faintly hear. I waited until I saw him finally come to a stop and face me. He waited a second until I started walking toward him, then he backed up to the wall so he couldn’t escape me. I was less than ten feet away when I saw him start to twitch as if he needed really badly to run away from me right then. I saw he was fighting it. I was glad, but I kept a completely strait and serious face. I was three feet away from him when he stumbled over to the side, scarcely escaping a sharp fall into the water again. I did the same. I was close enough to grab him, but before I could do anything, he threw himself forward at me, hugging me as if the world depended on it. I put my arms around him too. It felt strange. I could feel his feathers were under his shirt. I could tell the fear and pain he was going under. It felt so frightening to be doing this. I couldn’t do it. I felt like I was going to faint. I felt faint. I couldn’t. I couldn’t pass out here.
Not here.
Not now.
Not with Robin.
I needed to stay awake for this.
But I was slowly feeling more and more sickly and faint.
I felt Robin tremble as if he was going to die there and now.
Not here.
Not now.
My legs wobbled.
Robin fell over to the side, with me falling down with me.
Robin cursed.
We didn’t do anything at all after that.
We couldn’t move or talk or anything.
We were unconscious under a bridge in each others’ arms.

I had a dream while I was unconscious with Robin.
I was sitting in a dimly lit cell in a jail. I felt thousands of pains in my head and my heart and my gut. I felt like I was being stabbed all over. It was painful but I was just sitting there cross-legged. People walked by but no one looked or said anything. I was just sitting there in my cell alone. Suddenly the scene changed and I was on a plane in the middle of I don’t know where. I stood up immediately. I didn’t understand but I just started running. I was running away from I didn’t know what. I still hurt all over. I kept on running cause I knew something was pursuing me and I couldn’t stop running even though I was tired and worn out. Suddenly I was knocked to the side and I was on the ground. just then something stabbed me in that back of the head. I was reminded of something that had happened a long time ago. This same dream. This same thing was happening again but just slightly different. What was it symbolizing? I thought for a moment, but my mind was suddenly clouded with blood. The whole entire scene of my vision was blocked by a brownish red blood. I couldn’t breathe. The scene changed. I was sinking in blue water which quickly turned the color of the blood. I didn’t want to breathe in. I was afraid. I saw what was pursuing me this time. Clearer than the first time. It was a woman. It was a woman who–No. It was a…I couldn’t tell. It was a boy and a girl. They had longish blond hair and I couldn’t see their face clearly at all, but then they spoke again. I still couldn’t tell what they were saying this time either, but I didn’t care. I was afraid. I fell suddenly back down onto the planes. I looked up. The sky was the color the bloody water had been. The flowing figure was coming down to get close to me. It was getting closer…closer…closer…it hurt! I was in so much pain I thought I’d die there and then! I closed my eyes but it didn’t make it any harder to see. It made no use. I opened them again. The pain went away. All the pain went away. All the blood went away. The sky was navy, like it was night time. The figure was still there. They were right beside me. I was sitting up again. It whispered in my ear. It was a most familiar whisper. It sounded like…like…I didn’t know who. It could’ve been anyone, but I knew it was a boy’s voice. Who was it? I didn’t know. It seemed to say to me, “Thank you so much. I love you Ada. Goodbye…I love you Ada…Goodbye.” and I collapsed. I was lying on the ground. I felt free.

I woke up a long time later. I looked around. The room was white. It smelled like it’d recently been cleaned at least fifteen times in the same day. I was in a hospital. I fell back asleep.

I woke up again four hours later. I felt weak. I felt hurt. There was a nurse in the doorway.
“Ah, Miss Ross. You’re awake. That’s good. You should be able to get up by now. Would you like to try to stand up and walk around?”
“Y…Yeah…” I cautiously picked the covers off my body. I was exposed to air for the first time in at least a day. I instantly turned cold. I was in a hospital gown. I questioned it for a moment, then stepped off the side of the bed. My bare feet hit the chilly, sanitary floor that I disliked rather much. I stood up, leaning a bit on the bed. I think the nurse could tell I was so disconcerted.
“Your clothing is on that table over there.” she pointed to a table in the corner of the room. “The kid you were found with is a few doors down, if you’d like to visit him. I don’t know if he’s awake yet. He was in terrible condition when we found you two.” Hm. Another person who knew he was a boy. Well, I guess she had to, seeing as she worked at a hospital and had all his records most likely. Maybe just after we fell over he turned back human?
“Okay. Yeah, I want to see Robin. I need to see him.” I chose my words carefully. It was difficult. I didn’t exactly understand everything, but I wanted to see him anyway. I needed to.
“I’ll lead you down the hallway.”
The nurse’s name was Sherry. She was nice, but I don’t think I would’ve ever been friends with a girl like her. She was fresh out of college, she was a good person, but I didn’t like her.
Sherry opened the door to Robin’s room very slowly. The door didn’t make a single creaking sound. I was a little surprised at that. I peeked inside. Robin was in bed. There was one of those screens that showed the patient’s heartbeat on it. He was hooked up to it. His heart was pretty unsteady. I bit my lip. I walked freely inside. I looked at Robin. I looked at the closed window. Robin wouldn’t want that. He’d hate it. I asked Sherry if it was okay to open his window for him. She giggled for a moment then agreed. I opened Robin’s window. It the tree next to the window was Jr. I recognized him my the two white feathers on his head. I said his name. He flew inside. Sherry looked at me funny. Jr. perched himself next to Robin’s head. I sat myself down on the bed beside him. I put my hand on his shoulder. I wanted to lean down and embrace him in a hug. Make him wake up. Make him wake up! I needed to talk to him!
I heard a long, steady beep that just kept going without stopping coming from the screen that showed his heartbeat. I looked over. His line was flat.

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I Can’t Tell — CH. 9

September 25, 2008

I’m pretty sure there’s gonna be some sort of either an “I Hate Jules” fan club or an “I Hate Robin” fan club going around some time soon. Well, here it is, what you’ve all been waiting for at least a day or two for: CH. 9 of the story I wrote called “I Can’t Tell” and you’re all gonna hate Robin’s excuse.

CH. 9

“A-Ada–”
I ran back down the stairs and out his front door, down his steps, down the street, trampling the sidewalk. My shoes beat against the ground every time I stepped. I wondered if he followed me. I couldn’t hear anything but my thoughts screaming curses in my head. I hardly was able to stop myself from screaming out loud for the world to hear my anger. I escaped to the park. I ran down to the water so my feet were just less than an inch away from being submerged into the water. I put my head in my hands and wept. I didn’t care about people seeing me anymore, as long as they didn’t approach me. If anyone were to come over and ask me if I was okay, I’d run away without answering. I’d go under the bridge or hide in the tall grass. I heard footsteps of couples walking in the night together. Among them I heard voices. They were talking softly, soothingly, comfortingly toward each other, like I wish I could with someone, but there was no one for me to do that with. I stared at the surface of the water. I saw drops fall down, causing ripples, breaking the serenity and making it look like one of those generic pictures on default from your computer. I wept for a long time. I bent over onto my knees and had a silent scream. My mouth opened so wide during that silence that my eyes shut. Tears streamed down my face for reasons I couldn’t comprehend. I lost it. I cried openly, so hard I almost wanted to drown myself. I cried so forcefully I didn’t even bother with wiping away tears. I looked up at the sky, almost praying for an answer. I felt my heart get set on fire. I bent backwards so I fell onto the soft grass and closed my eyes, weeping. Only three words escaped my mouth that whole time besides numerous curses were, “Robin, you suck.”

“Ada, I can explain.”
“No, you can’t.”
“I have a perfectly goo–”
I whipped around to face him. “No, you don’t. I’ve heard enough.”
“Ada, I–”
“Listen, there’s no need for you to explain. I understand. There’s only one thing I can’t get.”
“Yes, I–”
“How the hell did some other girl find out you’re a boy?! And who the hell does she think she is?!” I think I lost it a bit there. He bit his lip.
“It was an accident. I tell you, it was an accident.”
“How did it happen?”
“I’m not sure if you’d want to–”
“I want to know.”
“No–”
“I won’t forgive you until you tell me.”
“Even after that you won’t forgive me.”
“She…She’s a girl from my old school, where most of my friends knew that I wasn’t a girl, and she was one of my friends. Her name is Lisa. She liked me while I was at my old school and then yesterday she visited and I completely forgot that I was at a new school and that I was in love with someone else. I thought that I still liked Lisa. It was like a flashback or a memory loss moment. I’m sorry. As soon as you walked in I remembered that I was at our school here and that I loved you instead. When you left I tried hard to make sure she didn’t get angry or upset about it and she kept me there and then finally when she left I went down the park, where I expected to find you, but you weren’t there, so I went back home.”
“That’s the dumbest story I’ve ever heard.”
“But it’s true.”
“Alright, but…you got me really angry and kinda scared sort of. You made–”
“I–”
“I was really sad. You don’t know how long I cried that night.”
“I thought you didn’t like me.”
“Me too.”
“That makes no sense.”
“Hey! Neither does your story!”
“I’m sorry.”
“Do you still, like, love her?”
“No. It was a flashback to when I was at my old school.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Ada, why would I lie to you?”
“Well, I know that you certainly have before.”
“Not while I loved you.”
“Loved? Meaning you don’t?”
“NO! I mean I’d never lied to you while I have been in love with you.”
I sighed. I put a hand on my face. “I don’t know why I care so much. It’s stupid. I didn’t think I loved you, ever, but I appear to still care whenever anything happens. I seriously broke down the second I left your house last night. I had a breakdown and I cried for so long in front of the water at the park. I was so mad and disappointed and everything, I was cursing about you and saying really bad things, but the thing is that I never loved you, so I can’t understand why I care so dang much. Why?”
“It’s cause you do love me.”
“NO! I don’t love you!”
“Seriously, Ada, I think I’ve come to a conclusion that we’re in love with each other.”
“NO! I don’t love you!”
“Ada, think about it! You’re always getting angry when I don’t get to see you, you cried when you saw me kissing Lisa, you liked the kiss we had in truth or dare, you’re always thinking about me, you’re always looking for an opportunity to see me, you and I love each other!”
“I-I-I don–”
“Ada,” he grabbed me and placed me into his arms. “Look into your mind. Tell me, do you really believe the fact that you’re not in love? What’s telling you no? What is telling you that you and I can’t be together? Nothing. No where. I love you, Ada.”
“It’s cause love isn’t supposed to hurt this way!” I pushed him off. I didn’t mean for it to be so forceful, but I sent him back a couple steps. He looked surprised. “Love isn’t supposed to burn so hot and break you apart! It’s not supposed to be such a crappy feeling to be in love! I’m not supposed to hate the feeling that I get when I’m near you! I’m not supposed to get jealous! Lovers don’t get jealous, they stay together and don’t kiss other girls! Go back to Lisa, I don’t love you!” I think I was a bit too hard on him, but I ran away. I ran as far as I could. I left Robin just standing there. Either that or we both set off in different directions. I ran as far from the park as possible. I ran up the street and knocked rapidly on Anna’s door.
“HOLD ON!” I heard her yell from the other side of the door. Feet clomped on the floor as Anna ran toward the door. “Yeah?” she opened the door. “ADA! I’m so happy to see you!”
“Yeah, sorry I didn’t call in advance to tell you I wanted to come over.”
“It’s totally okay. Come on in. I’m always cool with you coming in.”
“Thanks. I needed somewhere to cool down.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you see, I had sort of a fight with myself…and Robin.”
“Wadaya mean? You two had a fight? I didn’t think such perfect people could fight with each other. Especially you, Ada, you fight?”
“Yeah. I’ve been fighting more often than I normally do lately.”
“That’s weird. Hey, Ada,”
“Yeah?”
“Could you tell me about it?”
“Yeah.”
Anna led me inside. We sat down at a little table where she’d been doing her homework.
“Tell me all about it.”
I ended up telling Anna the whole thing about Robin and Lisa and the fight and everything over some cookies and tea.
“Wow, that’s…a lot for a girl like you to handle…Wow, Ada.”
“Yeah. I had to come to you for it, hoping you weren’t over at Ben’s again.”
“Oh, yeah, I can understand that. Good for you I’m here tonight.”
“Yeah. Thanks.”
“It’s cool.”
“I’m glad.”
“Good. So, you be needing more tea?”
“Ah, yes.”

Since the fight with Robin I decided not to talk with him. We didn’t talk for a four weeks. I’d needed some time to cool off and get him out of my mind. Since then I don’t think he’s made any social contact with anyone either. I sometimes went over to Anna’s house, but only when she wasn’t with Ben. I still had yet to meet Lisa, who I tried so many times to get off my mind.
It’s been a month since the time I walked in on Robin and then had the fight with him. I haven’t managed to take him off my mind once this whole time. Why the heck does this happen to me?! I know I don’t love him, but maybe it’s just the idea that my brain is being attached to? Maybe my brain is just attached to the idea that I love him because of all the times we went out? It’s confusing. Maybe I’ll just…try to think about my other friends, like Anna.
I talked to Anna only once in the last month after our talk. It seems like she’s distancing from me. I don’t like it. The only time I ever see her is at the bus stop and with that she’s always talking to Ben. It annoys me, like she’s starting to sort of forget about me. Like she’s absorbed into Ben. I don’t talk to either of them a lot. I usually don’t sit with them at lunch. I don’t sit with Robin, though a few times during three days after the incident he tried to sit with me and I moved away. I didn’t want to be near him, not after that. But why did I still care?
Why did I still care that Robin and Lisa were together? I bet they’re back together again. I bet Robin hooked up with her again right after he got the picture I didn’t want to be around him anymore.
Why the hell did it matter to me that Robin was going out with Lisa?!
Why the hell did it matter to me that Anna wasn’t paying attention and being my friend anymore?!
Why the hell did I not understand that there’s no one left in the world for me?!
I was alone.

Please don’t kill me please.

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I Can’t Tell — CH. 8

September 23, 2008

I have to say, this is the most evil I’ve ever been. Don’t worry, everything will be explained in chapter nine. Don’t kill me please. I like to live. I can just see it now. You’re all gonna hate me so much…
CH. 8

Everything got quiet and tense. I was standing in the middle of the room with Robin across from me and a man with a hand on my arm and a gun to my head. I was completely trapped.
“If you don’t say anything you won’t get hurt. Agreed?”
Robin and I nodded hesitantly. The man lowered the gun. He took some rope from out of his pocket and tied my hands together, then Robin’s. He shoved us down next to the fireplace. He crept upstairs, leaving us down on the first floor. I glared at Robin. He innocently mouthed the words “I didn’t know.”
A long time later, maybe a half hour, the man trudged back down the stairs carrying a plastic bag probably filled with all the valuables he could find. Robin lightly knocked his head against the wall repetitively, as if beating himself. I wouldn’t blame him. The man swiftly passed by the doorway to the room we were in and left through the front door, shutting it behind him. I heard his van zoom away a minute later.
“So, Robin, good friend, how do wanna get out of this?”
“I bet he took my watch…”
“Robin do you want to get scissors yet?”
“And probably my mom’s earrings too…”
“HEY! Wake up out of your worries and help yourself out of this mess!”
“And my dad’s–”
“ROBIN.”
“What?”
“Have you forgotten that you’re tied up?!”
“No.”
“Then get yourself, and me, out of this mess!”
“It’s not like your feet are tied or anything.”
“How gentleman-like of you.”
“Have I done anything wrong?”
“Ugh, never mind…I’ll find some myself.”
I stood up before he could protest and get them himself to move toward an archway which led to the kitchen. I searched around quickly for something to cut the ropes from around my wrists with. I held the scissors in my left hand, delicately trying to place them open around the ropes, so careful not to cut myself or my clothing. I couldn’t see my hands or anything, since my hands were behind my back, of course.
Well, I guess it could have been possible, and very smart, to just leave Robin’s house without saying anything after that disappointment of a visit. I passed him the scissors. He stared at them for a moment, then skilfully snipped the ropes from behind his back. I saw the quick smile of satisfaction when the rope gave way. I was jealous of his speed.
“That’s disappointing.” Robin beat me to the words.
“I know.”
“I am so sorry that happened. I didn’t know. I seriously didn’t.”
“Yeah, I guess I can believe you.”
“Thanks.”
“So, what now?”
“Wanna…I don’t know. I can’t leave the house now.”
“You can lock it and we can leave.”
“No, I think we should stay here and then you can just like leave whenever you feel to.”
“I feel to leave very soon.”
“Oh, c’mon Ada. Just because of that you want to leave me?”
“That’s very probable.”
“Thanks.”
“And indeed you are welcome.”
“Oh Ada, please stay. I didn’t plan for tonight to be like this.”
“I know you didn’t. I guess I could stay for a little while.”
“Thank you so much.”
“And you are welcome.”
Robin stood up and we both went over toward the couch. We resumed our night together on the couch. Robin very badly wanted to do more than that, but kept himself down to a minimum. He knew I wouldn’t want anything more. I was glad he didn’t do anything else, but also kind of…I don’t know, I guess in the back of my mind I wanted it to happen.

“ADA!” I jolted out of sleep. I looked around. I had fallen into a dream during class. I bit my lip. Detention was imminent. I looked up at my English teacher with sleepy eyes.
“Yes Mr. Kardon?”
“Have I ever gone over the rules in this class? In any of my classes? Pay attention! Get your act together! There’s a test tomorrow! We just finished review!” the class giggled as he scolded me. I frowned, staring at my hands on the desk.
“Yes, Mr. Kardon, we have.”
“Look me in the eyes.” I averted my eyes to stare directly into his, uninterested.
“Yes, Mr. Kardon?”
“I’d like to see you after school. Twenty minute detention. You’re not going anywhere unless you’d rather a school detention. That’s full time with the principal.”
“I know. I understand Mr. Kardon.”
“Good.” Mr. Kardon continued his lesson. “So, let’s go back to the test. Tomorrow…”
Just then the bell rang and the teacher glared at me for a moment, then contained himself, turned to the board, and erased it all for the next class’s lecture. We all left, so quickly I didn’t even get to clarify with myself what’d just happened.

That night just before I left for the park to see if Robin would be there again, the phone rang. I picked it up.
“Hey, Ada?”
“Robin?”
“I-I don’t think I can come tonight.”
“Why?”
“Er, it’s sort of impossible to explain right now so is it okay for me to like not come?”
“I…I guess so. We can reschedule or something…I guess?”
“I don’t know. It’s complicated.”
“Are you sure you can’t tell me now?”
“Yeah, I’m sure I can’t tell you now. I don’t think I’d want to ever tell you, actually.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t think I should see you anymore.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I felt my stomach tie itself in a knot. It set itself on fire. I could only imagine what that meant.
“No, I’m serious. I-I don’t think this can happen anymore. I can’t–”
“Robin, tell me now!”
“No, I can’t! You wouldn’t want to hear it!”
“That just makes me want to hear it more!”
“I–”
“Tell me now, Robin!”
“I can’t! I–Maybe I’ll tell you another time, okay? Just not now, please!”
I hung up the phone. I ran outside to the park anyway. I only could wonder about what Robin couldn’t tell me. Maybe he kissed another girl? Maybe he turned into the monster bird thing? Maybe he didn’t love me anymore? Maybe he was in love with someone else? Maybe he was gay?
I thought about it hard for a long time. I took my cell phone out of my pocket. I called Anna. Maybe talking with her would make me feel better. Anna’s mom picked up the phone.
“Yes Ada?” I was the only one of her friends that would call that late.
“Could I speak to Anna?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, she’s at Ben’s house right now.”
“What? They–Never mind. Could you tell her I called?”
“Yes. I’ll tell her when she comes home.”
“Thanks.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
I shut the cell phone and stuffed it back in my pocket. I felt willing to die, thinking how Robin was most likely in love with someone else and how Anna and Ben were hitting it off and me being left all alone.
I couldn’t help it. I had to knock on his door. I had to run over and barge in on whatever was Robin’s reason to leave me. I had to know. I had to see him tell me to my face that he didn’t really love me. I had to know why I cared so much about it. Why did I care so much? I didn’t love him. I didn’t see why. But if I didn’t love him, why did I let him put his arm around me? Why did I let him kiss me that time? Why did I let myself be attracted to him? What was wrong with me? Was I jealous? I had to see the problem. I had to figure it out no matter what it took. I had to run over and open his door, knock down the door, look in through the window, whatever it took to understand why he didn’t want to see me.
I stood up quickly and ran the whole way to his house, and silently ran up the front steps and knocked on his door, forcing myself not to look like I’d ran. No one answered. No one came to the door. I knocked louder. No one came. I opened the door. It wasn’t locked. I walked in. It felt very wrong to do, but at the time I had to. I traveled from room to room. I took myself up the stairs and found myself in front of a closed door and I heard a short, soft giggle coming from inside the room. It sounded like a girl. This was Robin’s room. He’d brought me up there the night I had been at his house. I knocked on the door. No one answered.
My hand slowly advanced toward the door handle. My fingers enclosed around the cold metal. No one had touched it in a while. They’d been there for a long time. I bit my lip. I started to feel regret. It wasn’t my business. At the same time it was. Robin could get really mad at me. I could get in huge trouble and he and I would probably have a fight. I didn’t want that to happen. I licked my lips. They were dry. I blinked. I looked nervously, frozen, afraid to open the door and see what was going on. Robin could be doing something I really didn’t want to see. He could be doing something really bad for me to barge in on. I didn’t even want to imagine what it could be. I bit back a yell. I slowly turned the door knob. It made a quiet rattle and stopped when I turned it all the way. I pushed a little forward so the door gave way and opened up a great amount for such a small push. I let go so it was open to its full capacity and it bumped against the wall. I froze in the doorway. Crap, I thought as soon as I saw what really was there. Robin was kissing another girl. I knew it. Robin stopped and looked up. He cursed with guilt.

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I Can’t Tell — CH. 7

September 18, 2008

CH. 7

“Anna! What are you doing here?”
“Oh…Hi Ada. Hey new kid I don’t know.”
“And me?” Ben narrowed his eyes.
“Oh! Die Ben.”
“Did you just say…”
“No I said hi.”
Ben and Anna had their normal glaring contest. Robin glanced over at
them then confusedly looked at me. I sat back down next to him,
resuming my earlier pose. Robin didn’t dare to put his arm back up, now
that there were two people who’d think it weird.
“Oh, say, who are you, new kid?”
“I’m Robin.”
“Ooh, you must be one of the new dudes!”
“How’d you know?”
I felt utterly stupid at that.
“I dunno. You’re new. And there’s only four new kids and I know pretty
much everyone else, so yeah, you must be one of the new kids.”
“Oh. Okay. That makes more sense.”
“What? Did you think I meant that you must be one of the new boy–wait. You’re a boy then. You are a boy. You are…a boy?”
“Yeah, don’t go spreading it around. Not many people get it that fast.”
“Hah! Haha! You’re a boy!” Anna started laughing historically, then a
half minute later she stopped so quickly you couldn’t tell she started.
She ended with a completely straight face.
“Y…Yeah.”
“Hey, you know, you and Ada would be totally cute together. I can totally see it.”
My face turned bright red. I looked at Robin. He was blushing and biting his lip.
“N-Nah…” Robin tried to not show anything.
“No, it’d work! Look, you’re embarrassed and half-smiling! It’s got to happen, you two.”
“N-No! That wouldn’t happen…” I tried to convince her. “I don’t like
anyone right now. I just had to explain that to them.”
“Ah, come on. We girls have to have fun eventually.”
“Y-Yeah I guess, but sometimes fun has to wait.”
“Yeah, you have a point there my friend. You have a point.” She turned
to Ben. “Ben, get a life and stop chasing Ada. She’s pre-taken.”
“Pre…?” I questioned her.
“Yeah. Pre. Until you like him.”
“What if I never do?”
“You two look perfect together and it already looks like Robin already
has a thing for you. Put your arm around her, it would be so cute.”
Robin and I awkwardly looked at each other. He slowly put his arm on my
shoulders. I almost jumped at it.
“See? They’re perfect! Right Ben?” Anna smiled.
Ben glared at us, then responded. “I guess. They are cute…” he admitted.
“Yes, you see?”
“Hey, maybe you two coul–” Robin started saying, then stopped himself
short when both Anna and Ben looked at him with cold eyes. He froze in
place. His arm turned to ice. Wow, the power of two angry
high-schoolers who fight. Scary to look at.
“No.” Anna said simply.
“So, I guess I should get going then…?” Ben decided and left before
an answer. I guess he didn’t want to watch me get taken. I wouldn’t
blame him.
“Wait! Don’t go yet!” Anna yelled after him. Ben turned around.
“What?”
“Aren’t you glad I’m back and alive?”
“A…Actually, I guess I am.” He held up his arms as if indicating the
possibility of a hug. “I’m sorry I’m mean to you. Are truces allowed?”
“I guess.” Anna shrugged and walked over to accept his hug. While Ben
and Anna stood there I expected her to pull some trick on him like
flick the back of his head or something, but she didn’t. “You know,
being in an accident and going to the hospital for a few weeks cause I
didn’t know how bad, no one did, my injury has kinda changed me just a
bit. I’m willing to take that change. I’m willing to start over.” Anna
let go of Ben. He let go too. She held out her hand to shake. “Hi, I’m
Anna.”
“I’m Ben. Nice to meet you.” he shook her hand.
Suddenly I remembered those exact words before. My mind completely
turned over and flashed back to third grade when Ben and Anna met.
“Hi, I’m Anna.”
“I’m Ben. Nice to meet you.” Ben had smiled.
Then my brain swiftly moved to sixth grade when they were put together
for a science project with me. We were in a group of three.
“No! You put the clay on this side!” Anna had shouted at him.
“Shaddup! I’ll do it the way I want to!”
“The teacher said to put it on this side!”
They had been fighting like that for a long time. My mind swiftly moved
again toward ninth grade when the three of us were sitting around
outside. Anna and Ben were fighting.
“Ben, you friggin’ idiot! You spilled water all over me!”
“I’m sorry! It’s not my fault you knocked straight into my arm and made me drop it!”
“Why the hell are we still friends?!”
“Cause we both hang out with Ada.”
“You don’t have to. Why do you?”
“I dunno. She’s my friend, unlike you.”
“Hey!”
Then my mind came back to where we were just minutes before the crash.
“Does that mean me?” Ben asks.
“How do you know I wasn’t going to say smart?!” Anna is infuriated. She balls her hands into fists and turns toward Ben.
“Cause you weren’t!” Ben does the same.
“Hey! You can’t read my mind!”
“How do you know!”
“Cause I’m thinking things you’d really rather not know, and you don’t
seem to have any affect from it! I know you’d look more scared if you
knew what I’m thinking!”
“Then shut up and say what you were gonna say–!”
“Quit contradicting yourself! Wadaya want me to do?! Shut up or tell you the freaking answer–”
“Both–”
“Choose one, you freaking–!”
“The freaking answer!”
Anna contained herself a bit and lowered her voice, then continually
got louder. “I said most of the guys in our grade are dumb and
unattractive! You want more?! I’ll give you more if that’s what you
want!”
“I’ll take that as I’m stupid!”
“What was your first clue?!”
“Shaddup and piss off!”
Then I snapped back to where we were now. Anna and Ben were walking back
out of the park together, talking without the slightest hint of anger
toward each other. It was a beautiful thing to watch, Anna and Ben
being friends again. Robin tapped me on the shoulder. I whipped my head
around to look at him.
“Are you jealous?”
“What, that they’re friends again?”
“Yeah.”
I sighed. “I guess. I wish I’d gotten more time to catch up with Anna
and I wish I hadn’t broken my friendship, but the second Anna shook his
hand, I had a flashback, going from the moment they met back to where
we are now and…I also felt sort of…a release. Like as if Ben
suddenly forgot about me completely. Like I was free to make my own
choice between the two of you without getting someone angry.”
“I can understand that.”
“Yeah.”
“So, now that he’s out of the way, I wanted to ask you something.”
“Uh-huh?”
“Did you ever even really like Ben?”
“Why?”
“I wanna know. Gimme the truth, Ada.”
“No. I actually never liked him. He was my friend for a good long time, but I never liked him.”
“Just what I was getting at. You’ve never felt anything for him, so why do you still care that he loves you?”
“I…I don’t know. I’m actually rather fed up with him attacking, just
after twice I’m fed up with it. I’m also really annoyed with our
constant fighting.”
“Exactly. You don’t like him. Let Anna have him.”
“But–”
“They will. I can tell.”
“Okay.”
“Hey, you wanna like come over to my place some time this like tomorrow or something?”
“I dunno. I’ve still got some homework. I don’t think I can.”
“We could hang out here again.”
“I guess. When?”
“Tomorrow night. Like six or something. When we usually meet. And if
I’m not there you can just come over to my place and knock on my door.
You have the directory yet?”
“Yeah.”
“Then you should be able to find my house in it if I’m not here tomorrow.”
“Okay. See ya here tomorrow!” I stood up without thinking, but Robin
quickly pulled me down back onto the bench. I looked at him
questioningly.
“Just cause we made plans doesn’t mean you have to leave right now, does it?”
“No, but–”
“Please stay, Ada.”
“Okay.” I smiled. I scooted over so I was right next to him. He put his arm around me.

“Alright, I’m leaving!”
“Okay, be back by nine!” my mom called back to me. I hadn’t exactly
said where I was going, so she thought it was to hang out with Anna or
something.
“See ya!”
I shut the door behind me when I
left. Previously I had looked up Robin’s address just in case he wasn’t
there. I found myself wanting to be around him more and more now since
yesterday. It was weird cause I’d never actually felt that way towards
anyone before in my life. I liked the feeling, but I also thought it
was one of the worst feelings of my life, because I didn’t know what it
really was about. For some reason this meeting meant the world to me.
I walked all the way to the park and what do you know, Robin was not
there. I wondered if this was just a plot to get me to go to his house.
It didn’t matter as long as we got to see each other. As long as i got
to see Robin, I didn’t care.
I went my way, back up the street
and weirdly enough only a half-mile until I arrived at his front door.
I knocked shyly. I heard a lock turn in the door. Robin appeared behind
it.
“Why weren’t you at the park?”
“My parents wanted me
to watch the house while they went to some restaurant. I dunno why they
didn’t bring me. They probably were really just going out to go
drinking and that’s why they didn’t bring me. That’s usually why. Wanna
come inside? They won’t be back till ten.”
“Well…I guess.”
Robin led me inside. He sat down on a couch and gestured for me to do
so. As soon as I was comfortable he put his arm around me, just like he
always did. He asked me if I wanted anything to drink or eat. I told
him no. I just sort of wanted to sit there with him. I didn’t care
about anything else at the time. Not a thing.
“So, what do you want to do?”
“I dunno. I was hoping to go to the park where there’s birds, not that they come to me, and feed them, but this is okay.”
“Ada, why do you and Ben talk about how the birds never come to you?”
“Well, it’s actually something kind of complex, but when I was like
nine years old I was in the park playing with stones and I tried
throwing one and it hit a bird and killed it. I was pretty traumatized
at that. I didn’t know what to do. That night when I went to sleep I
woke up in the middle of the night. Someone was talking to me.”
* * * * * * * * *
“Ada.”
“Who’s there?”
“Why’d you kill the bird?”
“I-I didn’t mean to! It was an accident! I love birds! They’re my favorite animal!”
“I don’t think you would’ve thrown the stone in the direction of the bird if you really cared.”
“But I didn’t mean to! I hadn’t noticed the bird was there!”
“If you love birds so much maybe you’d be better off without them?”
“NO! I love birds!”
“You will repel them from now on. When you come near all birds will run away so you don’t put them in danger.”
“Oh. Okay…but I want to be near birds. Being near birds makes me feel happy.”
“No. No longer will you have to go near birds. This way you cannot harm them.”
And with that she had left.
* * * * * * * * *
“That’s what happened?”
“That’s what happened.”
“Wow. I…I guess that’s pretty bad. But the thing is that I wouldn’t be able to come near you if that were completely true.
I am a bird. Through and through. You couldn’t have me near you all the
time, I couldn’t come near you, I wouldn’t be able to get within
throwing range of you, but you see, I can, so it’s obviously got some
loop hole. I am a bird, but I don’t feel that I have to run away every
time you come near. I felt that only a few times, but most of those
times were when you were angry. Then again, at the beginning it took me
so much effort to get near you. I practically took all of my energy
into becoming your friend, but as we became better friends it became
easier and easier and I am now able to hold you and kiss you and talk
to you and tell you important things.”
“No. You can’t kiss me.” I pulled away. “You only had
to for truth or dare. I’m not letting that happen again until I’m
ready. I may never be ready.”
“But Ada, I’m ready and I know you liked it.”
“That–” I was at a loss for words. So what if I’d
enjoyed kissing him? That doesn’t make me want to do it again. But
maybe it does?
“Ada, I love you and you know it. You liked the kiss and I know it. You know it. I know it.”
“I…”
“Ada, stop fighting it. Answer me about this one question: Do you like me?”
I would have answered, but just then we heard jiggling
of the front door’s handle. Robin stood up and walked to the doorway
that lead into the hallway where the front door was. Just as Robin
peered through the archway the door slammed open and I heard Robin
yell, running back into the room we were in. Just as he reached me the
person who burst through the door ran in after him and grabbed me by
the arm and pulled me up, holding a gun to my head.

Categories: Modern Fiction.

Tags: Ada, Gun, I Can't Tell, Robin

Chapter 2: Decisions(the story of Aaleyah Kiara Fallyn)

September 18, 2008

Author’s note: Tell me what you think. I personally think that I need to “go back to the drawing board” for this chapter. I’m not the best at writing, so any critiques/advice you have are much appreciated.

by raven14

We all sat in a circle on the ground. Our captors stood a few feet away, arguing over what to do with us. They were, after all, meager robbers(although very skilled in their ways of ambushing and the like). They hadn’t expected to find seven children amongst the things they were stealing.

One of the boys who had been traveling with us could understand their language. He quietly translated to us what they were saying.

“They are talking about what to do with us. I can’t understand everything they’re saying, but it sounds like they can’t make up their minds what to do with us. Now the one that seems like their leader is telling them all to be quiet. He’s saying that they should…” Here the boy, who’s name was Shastara, stopped. His voice faltered, and he seemed unable to go on.

“What is it?” I said.

The barbarians had turned around and were coming back towards them. Instantly Shastara clamped his mouth shut. His countenance became stony; his face closed up. The rest of the children did likewise, fixing their gazes on the ground and closing their mouths….all of them but me. I glared at the men with what I hoped was a fiery glare.

“Fiesty are we?” one of the men said, observing my glare. Apparently more than one of the barbarians knew the our native language.

“Let us go! We are of no use to you,” I said defiantly, but my trembling voice betrayed my fear.

“No; I’m sorry, but that simply can’t be done. Instead we’re going to sell you. On the market. The slave market. Not a very nice place for you…but very nice for us. Lots of money we’ll make!” the barbarian said. He chuckled and turned back to the other men.

“Alright! Let’s move out!” he said. The other men quickly scrambled to throw the former wagon driver’s body and the body of the man next to him into the bushes, where no one would be able to see them. They then got on the wagon.

“Kai! Tie up their wrists. They can walk behind the wagon, ” the barbarian who appeared to be the leader of the little group said.

Kai, a heavy set man, hurried to obey. He got some rope out of the wagon, and using a dagger, cut it into seven long pieces. He then roughly began to tie up each of us so that our wrists were attached to one end of a piece of rope. The other end was tied to the wagon.

“Please! My sister can’t walk like this! At least let her ride in the wagon!” Shastara pleaded.

“I think not. She can walk with the rest of you,” the barbarian leader said. Shastara glared at him, and as soon as he turned his back, Shastara lifted his little sister onto his shoulders.

The wagon jolted forward, making all of us nearly fall to the ground. I had a limp; I had since birth. We were never sure why. But somehow we managed to stay upright.

We stumbled through thick mud, falling many times. We nearly twisted our ankles in the many potholes in the road. By the time the leader called a halt, we were dirty and scratched. Shastara fell to the ground, completely exhausted.

Kai came over and kicked him in the ribs, telling him to get up. Shastara, hardly able to breathe, painfully got to his knees. He helped his sister off his shoulders. She clung to him and sobbed. He was so tired he could hardly wrap his arms around her.

A sob unexpectedly rose up in my throat. I tried to swallow it, but I couldn’t. I began to cry so hard that I shook. Aaliyah put her tied arms over my head to try to hug me, but I continued to cry. This couldn’t be real! Our parents were dead, and we were soon to be sold for slaves.

“Silence!” one of the barbarians said, striking me across the face. I and Aaliyah, still hugging me, fell to the muddy ground. Suddenly my sadness was replaced with anger. I got to my feet and stood defiantly in front of the man. I felt like killing him.

“Don’t touch me, barbarian scum!” I spat out angrily. Then it occured to me, through my haze of anger, that this was the most foolish thing I could have done or said. The man in front of me was a good two heads taller than me and probably ten times as strong. He could crush my head in his hands.

He swung his fist at me, but I ducked just in time. He raised his fist to try again, but just then his leader came by.

“What are you doing?” he said angrily.

“She is-” the man in front of me began.

“A girl that we are going to sell, but if she is damaged, no one will buy her!” the leader said, cutting him off. “If I see you touch her again or even try to, I will personally cut off every finger on your guilty hand.” The accused man looked so shocked I thought his mouth would drop open.

“You think I won’t do it?” his leader said. “Go ahead, touch her. Test me,” he said, staring into the other man’s eyes.

The man took one look at me, and then quickly walked away. I shivered. In that look I had seen the promise that this was not over.

“And you, Kirian brat,” the leader said, turning to me. I turned back to look at him. “..I am not always around to see my men’s actions. I will not be able to stop them every time you annoy them. I will not hold them responsible for something I do not see them do,” he finished. He looked deep into my eyes as if to say, Do you take my meaning? Then he spun on his heel and went back to his horse.

“Aaleyah! What were you thinking?” Aaliyah said to me as I helped her up. “He could have…he could have…” She wasn’t even able to finish her sentence.

We heard the barbarian leader give the command for us to continue on with our journey. The wagon jolted forward again, pulling us with it. My legs already ached, especially the one that had the limp, the right one.

“I don’t know what I was thinking Aaliyah. All I do know is that somehow, someday, I will make these man pay. I will,” I said steadfastly. She looked away, probably thinking how foolish I was. My own words sounded ridiculous even in my ears, but I meant them. These barbarians would rue the day they ever saw us.

Categories: Fantasy Fiction.

Tags: Aaleyah, Aaliyah, Raven14, ropes

You’re Nothing Without Me!

September 18, 2008

I’m the writer of “I Can’t Tell” and I was having a little fight with one of my characters. Her name is Ada. She’s the main character. The story is told from her point of view. Ok, so I was telling her my plans for the story and she said “OVER MY DEAD BODY.” And since I didn’t want to change my plans, which I’m not gonna tell you because it would be a spoiler, she and I sort of had one of those break into musical mode moments. So basically we broke into our own huge version of the song “You’re Nothing Without Me” from the musical “City of Angels” cause I was listening to that ealier cause my camp (Buck’s Rock) did that musical this year so I was reminded of the play and burst into song and…my work space needs some improvment now. It’s kind of a mess. Teehee!

Write to you soon!

<3 Joolz

Categories: I'M TO LAZY TO CORRECTLY CATAGORIZE MY STORY!!!!!!!!!! :P.

The Editor’s Prayer

September 17, 2008

by Miracle

I’ve got a stick o’ dynamite in my right and a hammer in my left,

May I smite mistakes where they stand and clarify what’s left

Please forgive my language, Lord, it should be left for dead…

May I waste my passive voice and use electric words instead

May I decapitate confusion and deprecate distaste

And throw out soiled grammar and leave misspellings in disgrace

And in the end when hammer and sword cease their thirsty growl

May my disheveled writing end up better, somehow

Categories: Poetry.

Tags: Miracle, Writing

I Can’t Tell — CH. 6

September 16, 2008

Omg this took me like a week to write. You’d better like it!

CH. 6

I didn’t know what to say. I was afraid to say anything back to her–him, I mean. I was speechless. Robin was not only a bird name, but a bird in real life? I couldn’t comprehend it. I knew why he didn’t want to tell me. All I could think to say was sorry.
“I…I’m sorry…”
“I know. I’m sorry I had to, er, fling this on you all at once. But I also kind of…thought you might’ve known. I didn’t want to ask you, ‘did you know I’m a dude?’ cause you know, if you didn’t know, which I thought you did, it would’ve been kind of…weird. I’m also sorry that I didn’t tell you earlier. I shouldn’t talk to you anymore, should I? I should probably just…leave you alone…I guess.”
“B…But I-I-It’s not your fault! It’s my fault! I was stupid for not noticing!” well, maybe once or twice I’d wondered why a sophomore girl had no chest. Then Robin got angry.
“Yeah! I guess you were kinda stupid for that, weren’t you! Didn’t you ever notice me going into the boys’ bathroom and the boys’ locker room or didn’t you ever notice the boys’ clothing I wear? Come on! Gimme a break! I’m mad at you. We shouldn’t hang out any more.”
And with that, just as I closed my eyes to put my head in my hands, Robin vanished.

I’ve been wondering for a while how Robin is able to vanish like that. It makes me a little more curious about him. Every time I walk up to him he immediately turns away and leaves. During History class he doesn’t even look at me. It’s pretty awkward actually. That silence. It kind of scares me a little. It’s as if he’s angry at me for something. I don’t want to make an enemy. All I wanted, just like he, was a friend.
A boy walks up to me and sits down across from me. It’s lunch time. I don’t say anything.
“Hi.” he starts to dig into his lunch, which looks like it was already half-eaten. “I’m Tim.”
I look up at him. “Ada.” I go back to my lunch. When I begin to shake my chocolate milk, he starts up again. He’s kind of annoying me by being there.
“So, uh,” He looks behind himself, then back. There’s another table of boys and a few girls about four yards back. They’re giggling. “What’s on your mind?”
“Why do you ask?”
“Cause.”
“I’d rather not say.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I can’t tell you. I seriously don’t want to.”
“What could be so bad about telling a guy like me?”
“I hardly know you. Why would I tell you?”
“I dunno. Cause I’m the only one around and you look like you’d need it.”
“Look, I’m not gonna talk to you about anything. I don’t know you and I don’t want to.”
“Aw, come on. Come now, really. You can–”
“No. I can’t.”
“Ugh. Whatever. Well, how about you and I hang out some time, yeah Anna?”
Anger swells up inside my body. This kid’s got to be joking me. He looks like a freshman. He thinks he’d win me over. I’ll prove him wrong.
“Come on, how about it Anna?”
“It’s Ada.”
“Oh. Crap. I–”
“Go away, smart guy.”
“Why thank y–”
“The expression ‘smart guy’ in this context means you’re stupid! Smart one!”
He looks down.
“Smart one in this case also means you’re stupid. Just in case you couldn’t tell.”
“I-I’m–”
“Go away, will you?”
“No, how about it? Couldn’t we hang out some time?”
“I’d rather not. How about that?”
“…Okay.”
Tim stood up with his lunch and moved to the table with all the boys and girls. I heard them all jeering at him stuff like “Denied!” and “Ooh, tough luck, man!” and “Hah! Good one. You did well on that dare!”
Tim turned around again and walked back to me.
“Hey, Ada, come play with us. We’re doing truth or dare.” He pulled me out of my seat and brought me over to their table.
“Who’s this? Why’d you bring over the girl who denied you?”
“This is Ada. She’d make this game more fun.”
“Alright.” everyone agreed. I was joining in a game of risk against my will.
I looked around the table. My heart jumped. The boys at the table were Tim, of course, Andrew, Colin, Ari, and two more. Ben and Robin. Who’d have thought it? The girls I’d already disliked before this. Ali, Moreen, and Courtney.
“Okay, so now that I’ve had my dare over with, Ari, truth or dare?”
“Uh…I’m gonna say dare.”
“Alrighty then. How about…” Tim took a while to think of a good dare. “Okay, you have to go across the cafeteria, and on your way back you have to propose to the next guy you see. It’s gotta be a guy.”
“Done.”
Ari ran across the cafeteria and on his way back, he saw a boy, went down on one knee, and proposed to him. The boy started laughing and hesitated, then to say no. Ari, pretending to be very disappointed, walked back to the table and sat down.
“Okay, enough humiliation for me. The next target is definitely and no doubt about it: Robin, truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“You’re no fun. Dares are better and funnier.”
“Truths can be safer.”
“But sometimes they aren’t.”
“Oy. Whatever. If you’re so keen on dares, give me both.”
“That’s fun. I can take that.”
“Truth first though.”
“Fine, fine. Hm…”
“Come on Ari, can’t you think of anything?” asked Colin.
“I’m thinking! Wait!”
“Come on Ari, gimme my dare.”
“Okay. Here it is. Before I say anything, I have nothing against lesbians. I admire them. So don’t get angry or anything, K?”
“Deal.”
“Robin, if you were a lesbian, out of all the girls at this table, which one would you kiss?”
Robin frowned. I knew why. I didn’t want to say it. Secrets sometimes shouldn’t surface to the crowd. He stayed silent for a moment, looking down at the table, thinking. He sighed.
“I wanna say Ali, but I don’t really know her well. She’s cute and pretty and all, but I don’t know her well enough to want to kiss her. I’ll have to say…not Courtney either. I hate lipstick. Sorry Courtney.” Robin was milking it. “Hm…Moreen…?”
“Moreen? Why her?”
“Hey! I was thinking. Don’t think I actually said it. It’s hard to decide.”
“Alright, get it over with.”
“Hm. Moreen or Ada? I dunno. Moreen is kinda…she’s really beautiful. I like her. She’s a nice girl and all, but I think that if I had to choose between kissing Moreen and Ada, I’d definitely choose to kiss Ada. Yes, it’s obvious that I’d kiss Ada.”
“Then why don’t you?” taunted Ari.
“Dude, why?”
“If you’re so sure and you’re saying it’s obvious then why don’t you just kiss her here and now? I mean, really, it seems like you want to.”
“W-Why would I want to kiss Ada?”
“Cause you’re saying ‘oh it’s obviously gonna be Ada’ to us.”
“I have nothing against a chick like her, but why here and now?”
“Then we can go outside. Don’t we all have the same open?”
“Yeah. Block five is open for me.”
“Yes, and I have that too, as does Ben, and Moreen, and Courtney, and Tim, unfortunately Colin doesn’t, but we can always use my camera phone. And I’m pretty sure I’ve seen Ada on my open before, so we’re all set. I can’t wait for block four to come.”
“Hey, hey, hey, what if that’s not okay with me?” I piped up. I was taken aback by all this talk of Robin kissing me. I wasn’t ready for something like that. I didn’t want it to happen. No.
“Well, you can’t really have an opinion on that, because remember how Robin said that if I was so keen on dares that I should give her both a truth and a dare? Well then Robin, I dare you to kiss Ada during our open at block four while we’re all watching. Ada, you have no opinion now. Well, you kind of do, but if you deny getting that dare to happen to you, then Robin will get a double dare, which is a dare that’s even worse. And you know what I could do with that? I could have her do anything. She could have to run around the school naked or call an X or even kiss you way worse than you would have as a normal dare. Don’t worry. I have something in mind.”
I basically had no way out of getting kissed. I had no escape. Resistance was futile. If I said no to getting kissed by Robin, Ari could have him make out with me or something. I wasn’t ready for that. I couldn’t do it. I had to find some way to skip out on block four. Ugh, but block four was History. I had class with Robin. I couldn’t escape. I had no way. I resentfully gave in.
“Good then. See ya’ll during block five.”
We dispersed. Robin and I were the last left at the table. He was about to say something to me, but I stood up and went back to my table where I had left my lunch. I threw it into the garbage. Robin stayed at the table. I guiltily walked back to him.
“I’m sorry.” Robin said when I sat down next to him.
“Why’d you do that?”
“Cause it’s the truth. I don’t like any of those other girls. They’re all dumb preppy chicks. You’re the only one I could’ve chosen anyway. I wouldn’t want to kiss any of the others I barely know them. And I do know you so it wouldn’t be so terrible, and no matter what I said, Ari would’ve had me kiss them for real. I don’t like them. It’s all the truth. I would’ve chosen you immedietly if I didn’t want to sound like I already liked you or anything. They’d believe that I truely am a lesbian, which you know I can’t be. They’d be so sure they’d try to hook us up or something. I know you don’t like this. I’m really sorry. I just really didn’t want to choose any of the others. If I didn’t choose anyone they’d insist that I had to choose one and that I was hiding it or something. Ada, you’re the only one I could’ve chosen.”
I didn’t know what to say. I glanced to the side. “Do you…need a hug?”
Robin gave me the ‘are you stupid?’ glare. Then it softened and he gave in. Robin gently placed his arms around me and I mirored it. It was like hugging a cloud. Robin almost stayed there then remembered where he was and ended the hug. I almost was reluctant for it.
“Well, I guess it’s almost time to get going for History, right?” Robin targeted the conversation away from what the future held for us. I was still afraid.
“Yeah. Let’s get going.”

“Alright. You girls ready for this?” Ari stood proud for his dare. He was enjoying this. We were outside the school near the back parking lot, where barely anyone ever went. Slim chance anyone would see us. I was really nervous. I hoped I wouldn’t throw up. My stomach sure was tied in a knot.
“…Yeah.” Robin looked at the ground nervously. Even he was scared. I wondered what was going through his head right then.
I didn’t respond, but I guess they could tell I wasn’t ready anyway. They could tell that I didn’t want to. Don’t they have any pity? I’m a girl, and they don’t know that Robin’s a boy, but nonetheless, it’s really weird kissing someone like that.
“Okay. We’ve all waited long enough. It’s time. Kiss.” Ari pressed us on. “Go on. You can do it. You’re both girls. It doesn’t matter.” I could tell Robin didn’t look to happy on that note. Ari pushed Robin toward me. “Remember, if you don’t want this dare I can give you something worse. Get it over with.”
Robin sighed. He put his arm around me and leaned forward. His face got closer and closer. I got more nervous each second. I closed my eyes and let it happen. The world shut off that moment. I couldn’t hear anything. I couldn’t watch. It happened. His mouth touched mine. It was soft and pleasant. I lost the world around me. Then, all too quickly, it ended. I opened my eyes. Robin pulled away. I immediately found myself back to life. The world made contact with my feet. I was back. I figured out what’d happened. Robin hadn’t pulled himself away, Ben had.
Ben had grabbed Robin by the arm. He had a good grip. I tried to keep my cool. I didn’t have a crush on Robin. I hadn’t a thing for Ben either. It didn’t matter. But…maybe Ben still liked me. Maybe that’s why. Maybe Ben already knew about Robin’s true self. It was all possible. He had been acting so suspicious toward Robin lately. Ben could’ve been jealous of the kiss. Maybe it was even a worse idea to kiss than I’d thought. I was in big trouble with Ben now.
Ari and Tim and the others were watching with wide eyes. Astonished looks covered their faces. I was very self-conscious. I felt my face turn bright red.
“So…are we still playing?” Ari tried to convert the subject away from the kiss.
“I don’t think so.” Moreen announced. “Let’s get going. I have homework to do.”
“Yeah, I’m gonna spend my open reading.” Tim agreed.
Ben glared at Robin, then left with them. Just after everyone had turned the corner Robin sat down right onto the concrete and let out a big breath of air. I stared at him. He stared back.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. I’m sorry. Ben’s liked me for a long time. I shouldn’t have come to play. I also should’ve told you this could happen. I’m the one who’s sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s not your fault. I chose to get both a truth and a dare.”
“No, it’s my fault that I ever bothered to play your game.”
“No! It’s my fault! Let me take the blame. It’s all my fault no matter how you put it!”
“Why is it still your fault?”
“Cause I chose you. I wanted you to play. I wanted to get a truth but he pushed me so I got both and I chose you because I wanted to kiss you. I wanted to kiss you Ada.”
“I know you did. There was nothing I could do about it.”
“Yeah. So, are you okay with it? You looked like you were so nervous you could faint at any moment. Sit down.”
We discussed the day for a while before walking back and departing for our next classes.

It’s the weekend again. October is here. Neighbors are starting to put decorations up. I see all of the stores getting up their signs up for candy and costumes and discount clearances wherever I go. The usual for every year. Halloween is not far away.
I’m walking down to the park, like usual. I put on a black sweater cause lately it had been getting chilly at night. I had bread, like normal, a book called The Volcanic Crisis, and a yo-yo. They’re fun. You can’t get angry when you’re playing with a yo-yo. It’s a proven fact.
I sat down at the bench. The bench I always sat at, today was occupied. Robin was already there. Other birds were gathered around him on the ground eating his bread. Robin usually only was able to come once a week. That was the only day the…monster thing didn’t happen to him. That was yesterday. Why was he here today?
“Robin? What’re you doing here?”
Robin didn’t say anything. He didn’t even turn around. His hair looked messed up.
“What, no hello? I’m here. I wanna know why you are too.”
“…Hey.”
I sat down next to him. He turned his head away quickly. All the birds flew away. I looked him over. His clothing was tattered. His hand had a small cut. There was a leaf stuck in his hair. He was soaked.
“What happened to you?”
“I…I got in a fight.”
“A fight? With who? And why are you so beat up?”
“Your friend.”
“Friend? Which one?”
“I shouldn’t say. You should be able to guess.”
“With…” I suddenly understood. “You got in a fight with Ben?”
“Yeah. On my way here I passed by his house. He saw me walking and guessed it was to come to you. Then he caught up to me, pulled me aside, under a bridge, and beat me up. I guess I deserved it a bit.”
“…Oh. I…I see.” so that’s why he was soaked. “Why are you here tonight?”
“That’s a good question. Tonight while I was waiting for it to happen it didn’t. I was all prepared and everything. Then I felt a sort of tingle where my heart would be–”
“Would? You don’t have a heart?”
“I do.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“Where my heart would be and then it stopped. Then I heard a really loud ringing in my ears and then it stopped. Then they both came back even stronger, like at least ten times worse than before, and I felt like I was gonna throw up, so I was bent over on the ground on my hands and knees waiting for it to happen, and then everything stopped. I felt faint. Then an hour later I found myself lying on the floor crying with my eyes closed and I got up and looked in the mirror and what do you know, I don’t look any different. Then when I come down here I get punished.”
“Wow. That’s scary.”
“It was sickly.”
“Yeah. That’s what I mean.”
“Well, nonetheless, I’m here now.”
“I’m glad. I hope it doesn’t happen again tomorrow too.”
“…Why?”
“Cause then I actually get to sit with you.”
“What does that matter to you?” I bet he would’ve blushed, but I couldn’t see. He was turned away. “Why do you care about sitting with me?”
“You’re good to be with.”
“I don’t get it.”
“At this time it’s strange to say, but you’re the only bird that ever came to me.”
“W…What do you mean? I still don’t get it.”
“Birds don’t come to me. It happened a long time ago. I don’t know if I wanna tell you why though. Cause I still don’t have an explanation so I guess I shouldn’t give you one.”
“No, I want to know.”
“I’m so sorry, Robin, but you will just have to wait. I’m not ready to tell you.”
“But I want to know what you mean? What do you mean that no birds have ever come to you? That’s impossible!”
“There’s something about me that repels them. I’m not able to go near them without having them fly away or having you near me. That time when Jr came and landed on you was because you were there. You are the only bird that has penetrated that invisible wall–”
“Hey! I am no bird! That’s my name and my secret, but I am not a real bird! I am seventy-five percent human!”
“And the other half?”
“…Bird.”
“Exactly. You’re the only bird who’s come to me. I didn’t bring you, you just came.”
“Actually, you did bring me to you. When I saw you in the hallway, I just couldn’t help but come over to you. You drew me over cause of your general beauty and kindness. Yeah, you looked kind and smart and beautiful, so I just couldn’t help but to come over and say ‘Hi I’m Robin’ and make you my friend.”
“I…So I did bring you to me?”
“In a way.”
“Confusion is contagious.” I frowned. It was.
“Besides and past that, I did all the rest. I did everything that made you want to come near me and me to you. The reason why I didn’t come wasn’t because I looked like a bird monster. It was because I, in that form, could not come. That one time was painful for me. I was scared and frustrated and in pain. I couldn’t come near you.”
“I know.”
“This is kind of off the subject going way back to the beginning of the conversation, but Ben and I don’t get along. We never did. He’s been suspicious of me this whole time you and I have been friends. I know he has a major crush on you and that’s partially why he hates me. I’m fine with it, as long as I win.”
“As long as you win? Win what?”
“Win.”
“Well then why are you facing away from me?”
“Cause I don’t want you to see it.”
“What? Seriously. I won’t trust you more if you hide stuff from me.”
Robin slowly turned his head my way. I was startled a bit. He had bruises all over his face and a small cut on his chin and his lip. My eyes widened. I think I might’ve let out a tiny yelp, but I wasn’t completely aware.
“That.”
“You’re all broken up. Why did you even come if you looked like this?”
“I told you before. I told you a while ago. I keep making plans cause I really want to be with you. I like chicks like you. You’re kind and smart and know the differences between good and bad, usually. And when I’m in pain you’re usually there and I’m able to comfort you. I like you.”
“…I know. I wish I could say I like you too, but even after what happened today, you’re but my friend. Then again, I never know for sure, so I could be lying. I could be telling you a lie about my feelings. I know I’ve accidentally done it before. So we’ll wait and see.”
“Ada, I don’t want to wait. I want to know now.”
“And you do know. You know it could go either way, depending on what the future brings. However I do know that you don’t have too much competition with Ben there. He’s sort of my friend, but…” I paused. I guess it was time to tell him about the phone call. “I had an argument with Ben on the phone. He’s been suspicious of you for…ever since we met. And when I was on the phone with him it sounded like he knew everything about you. That he knew about your night thing and that you’re a boy and everything. He knew you had a thing for me. He knew everything. At least that’s how it sounded. He called you a lair, which I guess is true cause you’ve been living like a girl and all. And you’ve been living a lie for a while so yeah he was right. Actually he was right about a lot of things. He was right that you weren’t going to come. He was right that there was something wrong about you. And…I kind of hung up before he said his last statement. I didn’t want to hear it. I had been fed up with him. But he was right, nonetheless.”
“I know. He was right. He was right that I am a boy and I’m the slightest bit grateful that he didn’t call me a boy. You know how much confusion that would give everyone?”
“Yeah.”
“But, I really hope that one day you’ll see that I’m gonna win, right? Right Ben? I’m gonna win. I’m gonna win.”
“I’m Ada. Ben’s not here.”
“Yes he is. He’s behind us. He’s hiding out behind a tree. I can hear him. I can sense him watching us. So it’s gotta be him, I mean who else would spy on us?”
“Yeah.”
“Come on out Ben. Why’re you being so childish.”
“I don’t think he’d want to come out.”
“No, he’s gonna come out soon.” he went down to a whisper. “I know how to get him out. Make him jealous.”
Well, it seemed the only way, but I also didn’t want to. Why should I get close to Robin just to make my other friend jealous? I did it anyway. I scooted over so we were so close our legs touched. Before I even got there he startled me by putting his arm around me. It actually felt comforting. What was I being comforted for though? I didn’t quite know.
“Ada.” whispered Robin.
“Yeah?”
“You know I do actually plan on winning, right?”
I didnt answer that one. I guessed he meant he wanted to win me. I nodded.
“Cool.” I could tell he was smiling while he said it.
“Alright! I’ve had enough of this! Get away from Ada!” Ben suddenly exploded from behind the tree, just as Robin had said. I whipped my head around. Robin turned slowly, still holding onto me. I found Ben kind of repulsing to look at. His face was distorted with fury. It didn’t really have marks on it, it just was one of the scariest things I’d ever seen. He was so angry it was frightening. I found myself tighten up so much I was shaking a bit.
“What’s wrong?”
“Oh, nothing, it’s just you’re like totally in love with each other, which is really pissing me off, and now I know my guesses were right, and I’m just like really…I don’t want to admit it but I’m jealous and now you’re acting like I’m your worst enemy!”
I stood up. Robin, suddenly understanding, put his arm down.
“I don’t love either of you! I like you, and I like you, but not like that! Robin’s one of my best friends, and Ben and I are having a fight, while Robin’s just sort of being okay with everything, besides his ulterior motive to win me against Ben, which I think is totally ridiculous, cause it’s not like I’m a prize for something or anything! I’m not in love with either of you! Give it more time, for your own sake! Just quit it! I can love who I want! What would you boys do if you figured out I was in love with someone else?! Well?! What would you do? Would you both gang up on him? NO! That’s not what you do! It doesn’t make me stop loving them at all! What are boys going to do when I get married? Huh?!”
I think I left them both in shock after that. They looked at each other and then back to me.
“Well, that’s not any time soon, is it? No, it’s not. So we won’t have to worry yet.” Ben stated quickly. I frowned.
“What about when I do?”
“Well, we…oh. What will we do?”
Robin, Ben, and I stayed there silent for a while. Then, I heard footsteps coming from my right. I turned my head around. My mouth dropped and my eyes widened. Anna!

Categories: Modern Fiction.

Tags: Ada, Bird, High School, I Can't Tell, Robin

Skeleton by Kira K. Homsher :]

September 16, 2008

PROLOGUE

Her hands were heavy—heavier than the bundle she was clutching in her arms. It took all of her fading energy just to remember that there was something important to do before she died, something more important than anything else. Her hands trembled with the effort and she grimaced in pain. The woman needed a supernatural hope to keep crawling through the freezing snow towards the house that seemed so far away. She looked down at the bundle and her baby looked back at her, shivering. Her face was as white as the snow and her fair hair was not unlike the wilting, dead flowers she held in her little arms.

Instead of the hope the woman had been looking for, she felt despair. Her lips puckered into a frown and she let out a dry sob. She looked like she had barely another minute ahead of her. If there is no hope for me, why does my precious daughter have to be sacrificed as well? She wondered. She could not stand for that to happen. Tearing her eyes away from her baby’s perfect face, she stared ahead through the white, fuzzy blizzard, and pushed herself onward.

The woman kept up pace, and after a time, which seemed like hours she could see a tall dark figure before her. She cried out as loud as she could. She distantly heard voices through the buzzing in her ears, and she felt a hand on her shoulder. The dying woman blinked, trying to see whoever had come to help, but everything was black.

“She’s not going to make it,” A velvet female voice chimed.

“I know,” the woman gasped at her, “Save my girl, save Evanna.”

The baby girl whimpered softly, barely loud enough to hear, and it felt like someone was squeezing the woman’s heart dry. She slumped down in the snow and curled up in a ball around her child. She held her only baby close to her, until her shallow heartbeats rattled no more in her chest.

Categories: Fantasy Fiction.

Tags: Kira, Skeleton

PART ONE: Chapter 1: Kidnapped(the story of Aaleyah Kiara Fallyn)

September 10, 2008

Author’s note: This era is not modern or anything like that. It is fantasy, so in an era with swords, shields, kings, queens, magic, etc. If you have read any fantasy books you will know what I mean.

by raven14

‘”Mama! Papa!’”we screamed. There was no answer. They were dead underneath the blazing heap that had been our home….

I awoke with a start in a clammy sweat. My dream had been awful!

I got up and padded softly over to the window. The sky was still dark; it was very early in the morning. No birds sang yet.

Today was the day. We were to leave and begin our long journey to the orphanage in but a few hours. I still couldn’t believe we were actually going. We were leaving the only place we could call home and going to an entirely strange new place. We wouldn’t know anyone and or know how life was there. We could be separated; adopted by two different families- and there would be nothing that I or Aaliyah could do about it. We were helpless in the matter.

I went over all the possible disasters in my mind. I had to force myself to stop. I wouldn’t let them separate us. I would keep my sister with me, no matter the cost.

I heard Aaliyah stirring. I turned and found her stretching in her bed.

“Aaleyah?” she whispered sleepily.

“I’m right here,” I whispered back.

“When do we have to leave?” she said softly.

“In a few hours I think,” I responded, turning back to the window. Then I heard the sound of quiet sobbing. I turned around to see Aaliyah crying. I quickly went to her bed and crawled under the covers next to her. I wrapped my arms around her and spoke soothingly in her ear.

“It’s alright Aaliyah. We still have each other. We always will. If anyone tries to separate us, we won’t let them. I promise. Nothing will happen to you. I’ll take care of you,” I said.

“But Aaleyah, they’re gone! Mama and Papa are gone! We’ll never see them again! Everything won’t be fine. How can we survive without them? Strangers will take us, and-” she began. I interrupted.

“We still have each other! That’s all that matters. As long as we’re together, everything will be fine!” I said. I hugged her tight. Her sobs slowly subsided and she was left with a tear streaked face. What I didn’t tell her was that I had had the exact same thoughts the night before. I had cried myself to sleep.

We quickly packed our bags, leaving out the black dresses Mrs. Briggs had lent us to wear for the funeral which had happened a few days ago. Watching our parents be lowered into the cold ground had been so painful.

We went to the kitchen where Mrs. Briggs was already up preparing breakfast for us. Over these last five days, we hadn’t eaten much. I didn’t eat much now; instead picking at my food. Aaliyah, on the other hand, at least managed to down a piece of Mrs. Briggs homemade bread with strawberry preserves on top and a tumbler of milk.

She also prepared a lunch and light supper for us for the road. We put them in a little bag with a few others we would need to be on hand.

After that, there wasn’t much to do other than get dressed. We sat and waited for about another hour, and then it was time to go. Mrs. Briggs hugged us both and then her husband drove us into town, where a man taking a shipment to Il’Karris(the city where the orphanage was) was waiting with a wagon. Since he was already going that way, he had agreed to take us and a few other children to the orphanage.

Mr. Briggs led us to the place where we were to meet the man taking us. He was there with his wagon- which seemed full to the brim with goods.

I and Aaliyah got inside the wagon. It (the back, in which we were sitting) had been covered with canvas so no one could see what goods the man driving the wagon had underneath. The canvas was also to hide the fact that there were children in the wagon. As we got in, we found barrels, boxes, other various objects, and other girls and boys our age. These were the other children going to the orphanage. It was very cramped and we either had to squat, sit, or lie down. If we tried any other position, our heads would hit against the canvas covering.

Mr. Briggs saw us off, waving as we pulled away. We didn’t wave back. Each of us was too caught up in our thoughts that we didn’t even notice.

Everything had been going fine. We had(or rather, I had; Aaliyah remained stonily silent) gotten acquainted with the other children. There were three girls, besides I and Aaliyah, and then two boys as well. We introduced ourselves and asked each other’s ages. We talked about our lives before this, and our fears of what lay ahead. I surprised myself by being able to mention my parents’ death without crying. I thought it must be because over these last few days I had cried every tear in my body.

Everyone seemed haunted by the fact that they were going to live in an orphanage. It was surreal. This sole fact bonded us together in a sort of way.

After talking quietly for awhile, some of us slept while the others ate lunch. I was among those who ate, although Aaliyah slept with her head resting on my shoulder. I didn’t have the heart to wake her. Maybe in sleep she could escape for a short while from the recent tragedies of our life. Even now a small smile played on her lips as she slept.

Suddenly we all heard the galloping of horses- horses other than the ones pulling the wagon we were in.

Then the wagon abruptly swerved on the road. It nearly tipped over. I screamed, as did the other girls. The horses began to gallop wildly. I could hear shouting; it sounded like the man who had sitting in the front with the driver of the wagon. Then the shouting suddenly ceased. Now we could hear voices yelling in a foreign language.

Then suddenly the canvas covering over the wagon was ripped off and a tall, burly man grabbed me by the hair and hauled me to the ground. I screamed again. Shouts of surprise at finding seven children in the wagon came from the man’s mouth and those around him. There were eight men besides him.

The other men came over to the wagon and dragged Aaliyah and the others out in much the same fashion. We were made to sit in a circle on the ground. We were guarded by some of the men while the others searched through the goods. I realized with a sickening feeling that the driver of our wagon and the other man had been killed. I could see them slumped over with many arrows sticking into them. I wanted to vomit.

The barbarians, for that is what I thought them to be, talked loudly to each other in their foreign language. They even shouted at us, but we had no idea what they wanted us to do. Then one of them interpreted; he must speak our language- Kirian. It was a flowing, soft language compared to the deep guttural language they spoke.

Our hands were tied behind our backs. We were then made to get up and stand in a line. It reminded me of the stories of slaves and how they stood in a line to be inspected before they were sold.

The barbarian who had first spoken to us said something. The interpreter explained, gruffly, that we were to remain absolutely silent and do whatever we were told. If we didn’t listen, the men would kill us. I had no doubt he meant it, and obviously the sobbing girl( one of the ones who had traveled with us) realized the same, for she quickly clamped her mouth shut and became as quiet as if she were dead.

I looked at Aaliyah. Her eyes were full of fear, much as I was sure mine were, and seemed to say, What is going on? Why is this happening? I honestly didn’t know. I just hoped we would make it out alive. I hoped that with all my heart.

Categories: Fantasy Fiction, I'M TO LAZY TO CORRECTLY CATAGORIZE MY STORY!!!!!!!!!! :P.

Tags: Aaleyah, barbarians, foreign language, Raven14, wagon

Where is My Muse?!

September 8, 2008

Guys I need help.

My muse is missing. It is colored black and maroon, it is a few years old, it is well-loved, and it has words all over it. I am desperately searching for it. If anyone sees it, please, please, please comment to me and virtually give it to me. I haven’t written for THREE DAYS I’m going crazy. Help me find my muse again.

Love, FairVampyre

Categories: I'M TO LAZY TO CORRECTLY CATAGORIZE MY STORY!!!!!!!!!! :P.

Tags: find muse, help!!!, Kira, muse is missing

I Can’t Tell — Ch. 5

September 8, 2008

CH. 5

“ROBIN!”
“W-what?” she turned around to face me. Her eyes widened when she saw it was me, as if in fear. She was about to run away, when I grabbed her by the shoulders.
“You ditched me again! What the hell happened?!”
“I-I-I’m sorry! I have reasons! I’m serious! I–OW!” I’d slapped her.
“Robin, you keep on repetitively ditching me! What the hell is wrong with you?!”
“I told you! I have reasons!”
“Then why do you keep on making plans if you know you can’t keep to them?”
Robin couldn’t answer that. She looked down guiltily.
“Why?”
Robin still didn’t say a word.
“Robin!”
“It’s because I still want to spend time with you! I want so badly to actually spend time with you but I keep forgetting that I can’t! Ada, I never will be able to! Never after last week! I can’t! I want to, but my reasons won’t let me! I’m sorry I’m such an idiot for forgetting I can’t do anything! I’m an idiot through and through! I can’t meet you…ever.” Robin was practically crying. It pained me not to believe her. I couldn’t believe her though. I couldn’t.
“Maybe Ben was right about you.” I started to turn around. “Maybe you’re just not the kind of person I should hang out with. We shouldn’t make plans ever again. I’m sorry. I think Ben was right about you. You’re no good.”
“Ada!”
“What?”
“Ada…” she trailed off. She’d put her hands on my shoulders and her head was hanging down. It was so difficult not to feel sympathy for the depressing figure in front of me. I think she was crying for real this time. “I’m sorry…Ada…I’m really…sorry…for bailing on you…so often. It really…wasn’t a good thing…for me…to do to you. I shouldn’t have…ever made plans for you and I to meet…ever. Ada…Ada…Ada, I’m so sorry…”
“What’s wrong with you?”
“My life.” she stopped sounding like she was crying. She sounded more like she was goth.
“No, seriously, what’s wrong with you?”
“My life. I’m serious.”
“What do you mean, your life?”
“It’s messed up. I can’t tell you.”
“There’s too much of this ‘I can’t tell’ stuff. It’s not making things any better.”
“It’s my life. I can’t tell you about my life.”
“Yeah you can.”
“No, I seriously can’t. I’m unable to.”
“I doubt it.”
“No, I swear. I can’t tell you.”
“Why?”
“Circumstances you wouldn’t ever be able to comprehend.”
“I’ve had my deal of things you’d never be able to understand either. I can take it.”
“No, you really can’t.”
“Yes, I can.”
“Stop fighting it. You can’t know.”
“I can.”
“I know you can fight it. Yes, what’s the point of telling me that?”
“That’s not what I meant!” I yelled. “I mean that I can know. And I should.”
“No. No. No. No. NO. I’m sorry, but no. I can’t tell you.”
“Ugh. Whatever. I’m just like never gonna talk to you again. Stop by whenever you feel like pissing me off or something. You know the way. I don’t care. Just never talk to me again.”
“No! Ada! You’re my friend–”
“Not anymore. I don’t want to be near you anymore. See ya–”
“NO! I can’t let you go. I love you, Ada. You’re my best friend. I don’t really have anyone else besides you and my family. You know that. I…”
“No. Go meet other people. You’ve got to have someone else besides me. Really.”
“No, you see, I don’t. You’re my only true friend. I don’t want anyone but you.”
“Why me?”
“You’re a good person, you’re kind to people, you have emotions and understand others’, you make me happy, you make a great friend, and I love you.”
“…Love?”
“Yeah. You’re my best friend.”
“Yeah…uh, well, if you want to be near me, then I want you to come tonight, regardless of your ‘reasons’ and everything. Okay? I want you to come.”
“I…I don’t know if you’d want that.”
“I do.”
“You really don’t want to–”
“I love you as my friend. You are my friend. I want to accept you for any flaws you have.”
“I…You really do–”
“I do. I want to.”
“Oh…O-Okay…I…Okay, I guess I’ll come.” Robin looked really uncomfortable.

That afternoon I finished my homework way early and went an hour early to the park. There was a boy sitting on the bench. He looked about nine years old. There were a few birds surrounding him. The second I came into sight of the birds, they all looked straight at me and flew away. The boy looked at me. He looked calm, but there was a bit of anger in his eyes, half hidden by brown hair. He spoke to me.
“Why’d you do that?”
“I…I didn’t mean to scare them away.”
“Birds don’t just fly away when people are twelve feet away. It usually takes them until you’re right next to them. What’s wrong with you?” he narrowed his eyes at me. “Why?!”
“I–I didn’t mean to! It’s really not my fault. I’m not the one that made it happen. It’s seriously not my fault. I’m not blaming anyone. I didn’t do anything, I promise.”
“Yeah, you say that, but is it really not your fault?”
“What do you mean?”
“Is it really not your fault that there’s something about you that scares all of them?”
“Y-Yes.”
“It must be, like, the consequence of something, wouldn’t it?”
“Y-Yes. It is.”
“Yeah. So why’d you come near if you knew it’s happen? You made them fly away.”
“I…I just want to get near birds. I like the birds. They make me happy. I’m sorry.”
“Whatever. I’m leaving.” he stood up and walked away before I could say anything more.
I sat down. I put my head in my hands. I closed my eyes.
I heard footsteps. I don’t know how long I was just sitting there waiting. Probably about forty-five minutes. I don’t know.
“Hey. I’m here.”
I looked up. I serge of hope flew into me. It got released the second I saw them. It was someone about as tall as Robin would be, covered in a black cloak and a hood covering their face. I wondered if it really was Robin.
“We’re not sitting here if you want to see me.”
“What do you mean?”
“You don’t want to see me out here. It’ll draw too much attention.”
“Then where should we go…?”
“I dunno. It’s like five. We could…there’s an ally in town…”
“No. I’m not going into a dark ally.”
“Hm. We could…Are you sure you want to see?”
“Yes! I’ve made that clear.”
“Fine. Uh…I really don’t want to. But, if that’s what you want…behind that hill, or under that bridge. I don’t mind shallow water.”
“Shallow as in a puddle? Under that bridge is not a puddle.”
“Yeah, well, that’s not what I meant. I meant knee-high.”
“Uh…” I hesitated. I was wearing shorts anyway. “Sure. Let’s do that.”
Well, weirdly enough, also by shallow water, knee high, and bridge, she meant, under a bridge that stretched between two hills, water that was almost as high as my knees, but not, and kind of dark. It’s the thought that counts I guess.
“Okay…I guess we have enough privacy. Uhh…sit down, or like lean against the hill, or something.” she faced away from me. Robin began to remove the cloak. I watched.
The cloak slipped down, off of her body as smoothly as water, and she held it in her left hand. I was horror-stricken by the sight. She didn’t have a shirt on, which startled me. Her back was covered in white-ish feathers. She had jean shorts on. Reddish vain-like things ran up and down her legs. It pained me to look. My eyes felt like someone was stabbing them. I nearly shrieked, but held back the impulse. Robin’s hair didn’t look like it normally would. It was pure white. Light emanated from it, but at the same time, didn’t reach far enough to meet my face. Robin looked to the side. I nearly shrieked again. I covered my mouth. There was a hooked beak attached to her face where her nose and mouth would be.
“W…why? Why are you like this?” my voice was really shaky.
“I can’t tell. I can’t tell you.” her voice sounded different. It was lower.
“If you knew this happens to you then why’d you keep on making plans?”
“I…It’s cause I love you.”
“What…?”
Robin turned around completely.
“I love you, Ada. That’s why.”
“I…I…” I was confused and disgusted. But then when I looked over the shirtless Robin in front of me, I figured it out. I knew everything. I was scared and confused and angry all at the same time. I didn’t know what to feel. Robin had a flat chest. Robin had abs. That could only mean on thing at all. “R…Robin…y-you’re…”
“I’m a dude.”
“A…you’re…”
“I’m a dude, a guy, a boy, whatever you call them. I’m a dude! Not a dude as in like just a general person, but I’m a dude dude. A guy! A boy! I’m a dude!”

Categories: Modern Fiction.

Tags: Ada, Friends, High School, Robin

I Can’t Tell — Ch. 4

September 7, 2008

CH. 4

It’s been two days since Robin ditched me. It’s Saturday. I’ve haven’t talked to her since. I ignored her completely. I didn’t even look at her during History or sit with her at lunch. I was truthfully pissed off.
I was in the park again. Ever since that day I’d been in the park every afternoon feeding the birds. I just finished the bread bag. I was sitting on the bench alone, like I always did when I was there. I heard a twig snap and a few leaves crunch. Someone was walking toward me. I didn’t care. I was still pissed off at anyone that dared to disturb me at a time like this, or to leave me alone, like the birds, who never came. Sometimes other animals like squirrels would come around and eat my bread. Sometimes I’d just chuck the bread at the water in hopes a duck would come. There was a pond not far from where I was sitting.
“A-Ada.” the voice was familiar. I turned around.
It was Robin. I narrowed my eyes at her. She stared blankly back.
“A-Ada, I’m–”
“No, you’re not sorry. You friggin’ ditched me on Thursday! I believed you’d come! And if you wanted to say something you should’ve told me a long time ago! You ditched me! You don’t know what you did! I don’t wanna be around girls like you who lead other girls on and then leave them the mess their lives up!”
“Did you just–”
“Yeah, I mean it! You ditched me! You suck!” I stormed away. She ran after me.
“Ada! Wait!”
“No!” I yelled over my shoulder. I picked up the pace, running at full speed. She caught up to me fast. I was always a fast runner, but Robin was insane. She grabbed my shoulders, dug her heels into the dirt, and leaned back. I fell backwards onto her.
“AH!” Robin shrieked. I froze. We landed harshly on the dirt and twigs.
“Oh my god I’m so sorry!”
“Shut the hell up! Saying sorry won’t get us up from the ground, now will it?!” I suppose everyone was smarter than me. Even if I was in good classes, I’m guessing all my friends were even smarter. “Get up!” Robin pushed me. I stumbled up to my feet. I looked down at her. She was dirty and it looked like she scratched her elbows and hands. I didn’t know what to do or what to say. I wanted to turn around and run so far away I could forget I ever did anything wrong. I wanted to stay and help my friend. I wanted to push her down again when she got up. I wanted to forgive her. I shut my eyes so hard my eyelids hurt. I tried to think.
What had she really done to me? She’d ditched me for something else ten times as fun. But, I still didn’t know why she didn’t come. Why? Why? I really wanted to know. I wanted to know, but I also wanted to shut myself off from her and completely bomb our friendship.
I thrust my eyes open. “Why did you bail out on me.”
Robin just sat on the ground doing nothing. She stared downward at the grass.
“Robin,”
“No.”
“No what?”
“No I can’t tell you. I’m sorry, but I feel uncomfortable telling you why I did not come.”
“Robin,”
“No!”
“Robin, tell me why.”
“I don’t feel comfortable. Don’t push me. Seriously. If I don’t wanna tell you I won’t. Why’re you being so impatient?”
“I’m not being impatient. I’m being annoyed.”
“Shut up. I don’t want to tell you.”
“Fine. Don’t say anything then. I don’t care.” I lied. “I’m angry at you.”
“Please Ada, don’t be mad at me. I’m sorry, but I just don’t want to tell you. I don’t mean to like make things hard on you or to make you angry or anything, but I just don’t feel able to.”
I turned around. I didn’t want to look at her. I should’ve forgiven her. I didn’t see why. Why should I hold a grudge over something so simple. I looked into my past. At camp when I was thirteen I made plans with a friend to meet at the lake to catch up with each other on what we’d been doing. We usually didn’t go to the same activities. I went on time. He never came. First thing the next morning at breakfast he told me he was sorry and that it was because he was working nonstop on a project that he couldn’t step away from and he promised we’d meet at the lake that afternoon again. He made it that time. Maybe I should give Robin that chance.
I heard the crack of a twig. I disregarded it, still thinking. I heard someone walking through the grass, away from me. I didn’t listen. I turned around, ready to face her.
I paused. No one was there. I looked into the distance. Over yonder, around thirty yards away, I saw a person, probably about my height, wearing a white shirt, which you could hardly tell was white because it was covered with dirt on the back, wearing khaki pants, they had blond hair about down to their shoulders. Robin left me.
Suddenly I fell down onto my knees. It hurt but I didn’t care. I was guilty. I shrunk down farther so I was sitting on my feet, with my hands on my knees. I thought maybe I could run after her. No, Robin was an amazingly fast runner. She’d outrun me in five seconds. She ran like lightning. I could never stop her, even if she was walking. I stood up and ran anyway. I made my way up undetected somehow and I grabbed her. She stopped in her tracks. Obviously she’s too good for falling. I pulled myself next to her. I wrapped my arms around her and felt like I’d cry.
“I’m sorry! I’m really sorry! You wouldn’t think I am, but truthfully and sincerely, I am sorry. If you’ll forgive me for giving you a hard time, I’ll forgive you for not coming.”
Robin didn’t look at me. She looked the opposite way.
“Deal.” she decided finally. I let out my breath and released her from my arms.
“Okay, that’s good. So then, do you wanna meet here tomorrow for the birds?”
“I’ll try.”
“Okay. I’m gonna go home. See ya.” I started to walk away.
“Wait.”
“What?” I turned around.
“Uh, well…Here.” Robin looked to the side as if making eye contact with someone. A brown bird with a red stomach flew over and perched on Robin’s shoulder. “This is Jr. He’s one of my favorite birds. I named him Jr. cause he’s a robin too.”
“…’Too’?”
“Yeah. He’s a robin too. I’m Robin, he’s Robin. He’s Jr.”
“Oh, I see. Uh, why?”
“Cause he’s a robin.”
“No. Why’d you show him to me?”
“I dunno. I wanted you to get to see a bird. You seemed like you wanted to see a bird.”
“Thanks. Uh, I really have to go now.”
“No, I want you to stay. I didn’t just come to tell you I wanted to show you a bird.”
“But I have to like finish my homework and I have to–”
“No you don’t. You can do that on Sunday, before you come here.”
“Uh, I really don’t think I can.”
“Ada, come on.”
“I can’t!”
Robin looked at me. She hesitated. She turned around then turned back.
“Fine. See ya.”
“Okay bye.”
“Sure.”

“Ada what are you saying?”
“I’m saying I don’t have time to go with you.”
“Ada! What else are you gonna do tonight?!”
“I’m meeting a friend.”
“Who?”
“I’m meeting with Robin.”
“Where?”
“The park.”
“To do what, sit around and do nothing?”
“To sit and feed the birds?”
“Why would you wanna do that?”
“I like to feed the birds.”
“The birds never come to you anyway.”
“Hey!”
“Robin’s not gonna come tonight. A robin is a bird, isn’t it? She’s not gonna come.”
“Robin isn’t a bird! She’s a human! It’s just her name! Stop it!”
“Oy, don’t bother going, Ada. For your own sake, don’t go. Robin’s not gonna be there.”
“You don’t know that!”
“I can expect. Remember she didn’t go all those other times.”
“Shut up! I’m meeting Robin tonight in the park!”
“So you expect all the birds to come?”
“Yes. Robin’s gonna be there.”
“How do you know?”
“She said she would.”
“What about the other times?”
“She has her reasons!”
“Ada, stop talking nonsense. Robin’s gonna ditch you again and the birds are not gonna come. The birds, not one, not even a Robin, will come.”
“I can’t believe you! Do you have something against her?!”
“Yes I do!”
“Well I don’t wanna hear it! I like Robin for who she is! So unless you have a good reason to dislike my friend, you’d better shut up! Why do hate all of my friends? You hated Anna and Michelle and Daniella and all those other friends of mine and now you hate Robin too?! Do you just have something against my judgment of people or something?!”
“Robin’s a liar! That’s why! That’s why I–”
I hung up the phone. I decided I’d never talk to Ben again.
That night when I went to the park, once again, no birds came. I had been wrong.

Categories: Modern Fiction.

Tags: Ada, High School, I Can't Tell, Robin

Prologue: Flames – By Raven14

September 3, 2008

On that fateful day, time stopped. Everything froze. It seemed I lived in a trance.

My parents are dead…gone, I thought. I’ll never see them again…

What seemed an eternity ago had really only been last night. We, I, my sister, and my parents had eaten supper and been sleeping peacefully in our beds.

We weren’t sure how it happened; it was possible one of us left a candle burning and the cat knocked it over. We would never know.

The thatch-roofed cottage we lived in suddenly was a flaming deathtrap. The roof was quickly licked up by the flames.

My parents somehow managed to get my sister and I to a window. We had barely squeezed through; it was a small window. We had jumped to the ground.

Our parents had tried to fit through the window but couldn’t. As they ran to the door to try and move the large piece of furniture that had fallen in front of it in the fire, the old roof, ablaze, caved in on them, killing them instantly. All my sister and I could do was stand by and watch. We screamed their names but heard no response.

By this time people from the town and neighbors had come running. They quickly put out the fire. Aaliyah(my sister) and I were taken to a neighbor’s house, cleaned up, and put to bed. We were in shock. The woman helping us had to dress us in unburned clothes like we were babies.

“Aaleyah?” I heard. I realized someone was saying my name. I was annoyed. Couldn’t anyone think enough to realize that I didn’t want to be bothered now? Why did they have to come to give me their pity? I felt sick to my stomach.

I pretended to be asleep; my eyes were squeezed shut against my tears anyway. I felt a hand stroke my cheek, and then I heard footsteps leaving the room.

I turned onto my side, clutching the blanket. I wanted to simply stop existing. What point was there to living now?

I could hear voices coming from outside the room. It sounded like our neighbor Mrs. Briggs and her husband.

“We’re going to have make the arrangements,” I heard her say.

“I know, I know. But just the thought of sending those two young’ns so far isn’t appeasing,” her husband replied softly.

“I know David. We’ve known ‘em for so long; sometimes I think of them as my own daughters. I would give anythin’ to take ‘em in. You know that. But we simply don’t have the money,” she said.

“But an orphanage? What if they’s seperated? The grief and shock will kill ‘em!” her husband said.

“We will have ta tell those people that they must stay together. That’s all we can do,” I heard her reply. Then the voices got softer, as if they were moving away.

An orphanage? The nearest one was hundreds of miles away! What if we were seperated? I couldn’t live without Aaliyah too!

I finally gave in to my tears. My sobs wracked my body. Why? I thought. How can this be?

Categories: Fantasy Fiction.

Tags: Aaleyah, Flames, Raven14

Attention!

September 3, 2008

Okay, officially…

If you publish one or more posts in a single story, they will be put together in order under “Important Stuff.” So look out for your stories popping up there.

Thank you!

Miracle

Categories: I'M TO LAZY TO CORRECTLY CATAGORIZE MY STORY!!!!!!!!!! :P.

StarCity: Chapter 1

September 2, 2008

by Artemis Fowl

So here I was, flying away in an escape capsule from the only home I had ever known.

I couldn’t believe that I was going through with this. I looked back at the House for Forsaken Children. I would miss my friends there. But I wouldn’t miss the rest. The other kids and I had been made to do certain things that seemed to have no point. But now I knew that it had a point. I had snuck into the Office and found a paper with many results on it, and my name. It was then that I figured out that they were experimenting with us. It was then I knew that I was going to leave.

Suddenly, my world began to shake. The many people who lived here started to panic. All of the exit hatches began to close-including the hatch my shuttle was about to go through. I took one look at the swiftly closing door and switched the shuttle’s control to manual. I slowly eased the shuttle back into the launcher. “Well, I guess we will have to wait until later to get out.” I killed the controls and sat back in the chair.

I awoke to the shuttle door opening. I looked up. It was the Head of the House!

“Well hello, Simon. Lost are we?” said the Head.

He and his men marched me down to the Captain. I had only seen him a few times before in my life. He looked at me and said, “What is the charge?” in a dull, dry voice.

“Escape attempt and robbery of a shuttle.”

“Dispense with the punishment.”

“As you wish, sir.”

I was dragged back down the hall and taken to an exit hatch. It was opened, and then I was thrown out into space.

Categories: Science Fiction.

Tags: Artemis, Simon, StarCity

StarCity: Prologue

September 2, 2008

By Artemis Fowl

StarCity. Newest idea of the STA, Space Traveling Agency. It was about the size of New York, with even a Times Square added. The point was to make you feel as at home as possible, while experimenting to see what happens with different things that are normal on earth. With gravity producers and artificial sunlight, it is the place of dreams. Or nightmares.

Categories: Science Fiction.

Tags: Artemis, Experiment, STA, StarCity

Chapter 4: The Slave Market(the story of Aaleyah Kiara Fallyn)

Chapter 3: The Shadow of Death(the story of Aaleyah Kiara Fallyn)

I NEED INSPIRAAAAAATION! (get it? from the song where it’s like “You’re the inspiraaaaation!”)

I Can’t Tell — Epilogue (AKA: The REAL Worst Ending)

I Can’t Tell — CH. 10 AKA: The Worst Ending.

This is sort of the last chapter, but I do have an Epilogue coming up (yay epilogues) and I know you’re all going to hate me even more than you did already.

To Empathy: Sorry Ada “cursed” (still don’t think of it as a curse) a couple times.

Okay, so here’s chapter 10, the last one, except for there’s an Epilogue (so you don’t forget I told you two or three times) and you shouldn’t get super angry cause a few untied endings WILL be talked about in the Epilogue.

I Can’t Tell — CH. 9

I Can’t Tell — CH. 8

I Can’t Tell — CH. 7

Chapter 2: Decisions(the story of Aaleyah Kiara Fallyn)

You’re Nothing Without Me!

The Editor’s Prayer

I Can’t Tell — CH. 6

Skeleton by Kira K. Homsher :]

PART ONE: Chapter 1: Kidnapped(the story of Aaleyah Kiara Fallyn)

Where is My Muse?!

I Can’t Tell — Ch. 5

I Can’t Tell — Ch. 4

Prologue: Flames – By Raven14

Attention!

StarCity: Chapter 1

StarCity: Prologue

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