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Category: Stories

  • BLINDNESS

    by DEMONTE

    I woke up to a pitch dark space. I couldn’t see anything. I started wondering where I was, and then I realized I didn’t even know who I was! Where am I from? Then it came to me. This has got to be a dream! Then I wondered, Is it a dream? I had to find out.

    As I felt around on the ground, I found a medium-sized piece of glass, and I poked my hand with it. Blood started to slide down my hand slowly. Then I knew I wasn’t dreaming. Since I couldn’t really see, I relied on my hearing and touch. I even heard a cat, breathing over a mouse, waiting to devour its dinner.

    BOOM!

    All of a sudden this loud object fell to the ground. When I stood up, I started to get my vision back. I could see there was a fire escape and a lot of broken windows and a big dumpster. As I started walking toward the object that fell from the window with hesitation, I saw a light pole. I said to myself, I must be in an alley. Then I got to the object. It turned out to be a briefcase. What’s in it?

    I went to open it, but then thought to myself, What if it is something bad? What if it’s a bomb?

    I picked it up and opened it. There was 250,000 dollars, five passports with different names, but the same face. My face! Lastly there was a 9mm pistol. I stood up and said to myself, Who am I?

  • PYRONORMAL VANISHTIVITY

    by KYLA

    Stan sat in the driver’s seat, clutching the rapidly deteriorating steering wheel, in front of the only two-story house on Hill Street. Stan loved to set houses on fire, the blazing glory of bright golden flames hitting the skyline. He was one of those pyromaniacs, who would look forward to the action of eliminating someone else’s valuables.

    In the leather seats of the minivan he sat. He grinned sinisterly to himself as a young brunette walked casually by. This flame-broiled pyromaniac was looking for a match, but in this case, her name was Isabelle. She also happened to be the young brunette who walked by a few minutes ago.

    She turned to unlock her black Dodge Neon when Stan stepped out of his minivan nervously. He walked up to the young brunette, glancing at her with his midnight neon eyes. She glanced up at him curiously with eyes as blue as the Atlantic Ocean. Isabelle had natural hot pink lips, light caramel skin, and a raging, yet calm, fire in her deep blue eyes.

    “It’s a little chilly out here, isn’t it?” Stan asked.

    Isabelle nodded as the frustration of not being able to unlock her car impaled her.

    “Do you need a ride?” Stan asked.

    Isabelle turned to him, shivering before she answered, “Sure”.

    He opened the vehicle door for her before he got in himself. They drove in an awkward silence that lasted amongst the watch’s time.

    “Where to?” Stan asked.

    “The in-town suite on the left,” she replied.

    He pulled into the gravel parking lot and parked. She still did not move, nor look at him.

    “Here we are,” Stan said.

    “This isn’t it. I was looking for the one in West Virginia,” she stated.

    So he pulled out and drove along the road once more. Isabelle tensed as the sound of police sirens caught the drift of the wind. Fog blinded the windshield as darkness sunk in on the chariot couple.

    From in front of them the sound of tornado sirens drowned out the sound of the police sirens. The couple kept on the road as they neared the town of Silent Hill in West Virginia. Suddenly, the couple themselves vanished. And the only sound that cracked the silence was the barking of dogs.

  • DEAF IS ALL I’LL EVER BE

    by ELYZABETH

    One day I woke up and Everything changed. I thought I was normal, but that thought went away. I was scared, scared that I would never be the same. I thought I would be treated differently. So when I walked into the room all I could see was doctors all around me. I am deaf, deaf is all I’ll ever be. I thought why? why me? Why could this be happening to me? It’s been four years now. And I wonder how, how could this be? I feel how normal this could be. I finally realized that I’d somehow get over the fact that I’m deaf, and deaf is all I will ever be. Being deaf has not taken control of me. Not yet at least. I still have my sense of smell, sight, feel, and taste. If I lost those I would loose control. But at least I lost one and not another. I am blessed with just one and not two, or three. Being deaf does not stop me from being “Me.” I can still be a poet, writer, or maybe an artist. So deaf is not all I’ll ever be.

  • LETTER TO MY PAST SELF

    by DARLENE

    Dear Darlene,

    It’s okay. People will listen. I know it’s hard to trust, but it will get better.

    Those names you write down. The people who make you suffer. It hurts to remember those horrid days still. You probably can’t tell from this, but my heart is beating and I can’t stop shaking.

    Please, please, the list of people you wish were dead only intensifies the problem. It may seem like no one cares, sometimes it still seems that way, but there ARE ways, ways to survive.

    The main thing you’ll remember is orchestra, those people who you confided in, but wish you actually told them the truth.

    That you’re scared. No, I’m scared. I’m terrified to know why, why they called us names, what we did to make them despise us.

    Trust me, it may not end, but it will get better.

    You’ll be able to do things you never thought you could do.

    You’ll want to live, to survive. So please, please, it’s okay to cry.

    Love yourself,

    Darlene

  • TSUNAMI

    by CURTIS

    A man kissing the sky in remembrance of a lost one. He’s a tsunami needing a city. The cause of death: somebody important, a woman getting hosed! While a husband shows love and affection to his wife during a big storm, this man lost his home. While this young child who’s been tortured sees the light of day, teeth pulled out. While a couple encourage each other from the devastation of the powerful rapture. A dog lays by his dead owner while a couple shares a kiss because it might be their last time together! Saving a life but it’s too late for this dead bride.