Bits and Pieces
Thread Topic: Bits and Pieces
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This thread is just bits and pieces, hence the name, of my writing. Please don't post here unless it is about my writing, and if you do post, post in parenthesis.
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The Prehistoric World
I feel the cold, hard earth beneath my toes and I sit up to look at my surroundings. I fail to hold back a gasp as I look at the impossibly beautiful landscape. The towering trees with leaves as big as a door, with trunks as wide as a car, and huge flowers in every color imaginable. I stand up, whirling around to take in the nature surrounding me. I hear a screech and look up to see huge monsters with long, thin wings sailing over me in hues of blue, purple, and green. I take a few steps forward and my foot sinks in to a rich brown mud. I pull it out with a squelch and shake the mud off. I smell clean clay and mossy dirt, and my toes sink into soft moss and soothing dirt. I smile and look around me at the world of the dinosaurs. -
The Game
The roar of the crowd as the blue and white dot on the field sprints towards the end zone. The roar steadily grows louder until it seems to explode into a whirl of screams and shouts and cheers. The dot on the field has made a touchdown, and it throws down the smaller brown dot to the ground in celebration. The dot’s friends join it in the end zone, jumping up and down in joy. I look around at the screaming fans, with blue and white painted faces and deafening cheers. A lone hotdog flies into the air, thrown by a fan caught in the moment of celebration. It seems to hold its place, high in the air, before it sails down, right onto the head of a poor unsuspecting fool. The mustard runs down his temples and he scowls. I smell the vinegary scent of pickles and I touch my forehead gingerly. My finger touches something wet and comes away covered in relish and ketchup. Now I’m the one scowling, the corners of my mouth lifting up in a grimace. The hotdog has splattered on me too. -
(I love these! I really like your style of writing.)
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The Bush
The bell rang, jolting me out of my stupor. I grabbed my journal and bag and heaved it over my shoulder. I clambered out of my too-small chair attached to my desk and started walking towards the door of the classroom, getting jostled between students as they too, attempted to leave before the teacher assigned homework. I ended up being at the back of the crowd, and the moment before I stepped out, the teacher called after me.
“Hunter! Wait! Come get your homework for this weekend!” I groaned and reluctantly turned around to grab the torture disguised as pieces of paper and books. I took them from her and shoved them into my bag, shooting her a look she knew all too well. She just blinked innocently and smiled. “And remember, Hunter. You’re a good student, you just don’t try. You want to fail. And I’m not going to let you.”
I looked at her dully, with one eyebrow raised. “Alright, Mrs. Watson, whatever you say.” And with that, I whipped around and left the room. The moment I stepped out, a feeling of relief and freedom washed over me. I grinned and raced through the now-empty halls and out the front door of the Willow Prairie High School. A few people were gathered on the stairs and I waved to one of my friends, Dylan Patterson. She smiled at me and waved back. “See you Monday, Hunter!” she called, and turned back to continue chatting with her friends. I nodded and jumped down the stairs, taking them two at a time. I stopped on the sidewalk to shove my journal into my bag, then swung my backpack over my shoulder and sprinted towards my neighborhood. I soon ran out of stamina, and stopped, putting my hands on my knees and panting. My head down, I looked across my shoulder and saw something that made me stand up straight and squint. I stepped off of the sidewalk and into the dewy grass. I walked a few paces to peer around a bush, and screamed. The moment that my hand touched the bush to peek through the branches, a blinding flash of light tore through my head, piercing my thoughts and bringing me to my knees. Dimly, I felt my bag slide off of my shoulder and onto the ground. I felt a floating sensation and no longer felt the moist ground beneath me. I brought up my hands to cover my throbbing eyes and felt air whooshing around me, making me turn somersaults in the air. Finally, after what felt like millenia of white light illuminating the world, I fell to the ground on my back with an oof. I lay there for a minute or two on the rocky soil, trying to regain my sanity. I sat up and began rubbing my eyes. I winced as little rocks fell off of my arms, leaving little imprints behind. I blinked my eyes until I could see again, and realized that I was no longer in Willow Prairie. I was in an alleyway, covered in little orange gravelly rocks. It was hot, so hot, and I could already feel moisture gathering on my forehead. I stood up shakily and tried to determine where I was. There were buildings on either side of me, and they were made of wooden slats and rusty nails. The longer I was in this new place, the more I could hear. I heard muffled laughter coming from one of the buildings beside me, and from the other crying and sobbing. I felt strangely on edge, and as I started to walk forward, the ground started trembling. I crouched down just in case it was the white light again, and as the trembling got louder, I heard the running hooves of horses. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and broke into a run. I ran out of the alleyway and onto a gravel road lined with western-style buildings. My mouth slightly open in awe, I looked left and right at the people dressed in bonnets and long dresses adorned with lace and jeans tucked into knee-high cowboy boots. I heard a scream and jumped towards the sound. A woman was pointing towards me! No, not towards me. Behind me. I turned around and found myself staring at angry looking men riding black stallions. The western-style town erupted into chaos. Men rushed out of buildings holding glasses of beer, women screamed, running into houses holding children. I heard a gunshot and a woman dropped to the ground, blood staining the back of her dress. A child leaned over her, crying, until a gun-holding man grabbed the boy by the back of his neck and held him over his head. The boy screamed as the man jumped back onto his horse and rode away. I found myself watching the horse ride away, towards a bridge going over a river. The man pulled on the reins, stopping the horse, and leaned over the railing, holding the boy over the rushing waters. I gasped as I realized too late what the man was going to do. A crowd of people ran in front of me, blocking my view of the man, and when I could finally see him again, his hand was still stretched over the river, empty. I gasped in horror and turned the other way. I felt a sharp pain in my thigh and looked down, barely registering the gaping hole in my leg, because a dark-skinned man wearing a brimmed hat and jeans held by a belt grabbed my shoulder and shook it, hard.
“Come on, boy, what are ya doing? Run!” He shoved a pistol into my hands and pushed me towards the building where I had heard the crying. “W-what?” I stammered in surprise. “I-I don’t know how to use-” The man interrupted me with a furious shake of his head. “You need to go inside that house and protect yerself, you hear?” he said, pushing me towards the house. I nodded and ran-limped inside. In the house were rows of cots with injured men and women. I smelled the rotting smell of death and wrinkled my nose. I couldn’t stay here. I shook my head and backed away, out of the house. I turned around and ran into a tall man with a ridiculously bushy mustache.
“Well, well, what do we have ‘ere?” He grinned maliciously and reached for my throat. By instinct alone, with the hand holding the pistol, I smacked him as hard as I could with the gun on the side of his head. Surprise flashed through his eyes right before he sank to the ground. I stared at my throbbing hand in shock before I shook my head and ran back into the alleyway, crouching behind a crate. I closed my eyes and pleaded for someone, anyone, to help me. But nobody came, and all I could hear was the sound of screams and gunshots in the distance. I swallowed nervously and gripped the pistol in my hand tightly, wondering how I was going to survive this.
And survive it I did. With only a piece of cloth wrapped around my leg and a half-empty pistol, I left the town on a stolen horse. For two days I rode, not knowing where I was going, until my horse collapsed with exhaustion and threw me off. After losing my ride, I had nearly given up, until three people saw me and my now-dead horse lying on the desert ground. They picked me up and brought me to their hometown, where I met my wife, Abigail. Four years later, we were married. Then, she found out she was pregnant, and gave birth to twins, a healthy baby boy and girl, who we named Caroline and Levi. I lived long enough to meet Caroline’s grandchildren and tell them a story. A story of a world in the future. Of a world of huge machines and a bush that took people back in time. Of a girl named Dylan and a teacher named Mrs. Watson. And it was their choice whether or not to believe it... -
[b]Fade to Blue[/i]
A splash. Rippling lights, coming from above. The light blue is surrounding. It’s cold. I feel...numb, and, for some reason, I can’t breathe. But that doesn’t bother me. I’m floating, and I don’t need to touch the ground. “I’m...I’m underwater.” I think. I fill with panic and realize that I need to escape. I twist and turn in the blue, trying to see what is in the void of water. I see another light, this time brighter. It’s the sun! I swim towards the light but encounter a barrier. I bang against the barrier, but it’s no use. I’m trapped, in this endless blue. I shake my head, then bang harder against the barrier, and realize. The barrier. It’s ice. I’m trapped under ice. -
Fade to Blue
A splash. Rippling lights, coming from above. The light blue is surrounding. It’s cold. I feel...numb, and, for some reason, I can’t breathe. But that doesn’t bother me. I’m floating, and I don’t need to touch the ground. “I’m...I’m underwater.” I think. I fill with panic and realize that I need to escape. I twist and turn in the blue, trying to see what is in the void of water. I see another light, this time brighter. It’s the sun! I swim towards the light but encounter a barrier. I bang against the barrier, but it’s no use. I’m trapped, in this endless blue. I shake my head, then bang harder against the barrier, and realize. The barrier. It’s ice. I’m trapped under ice. -
Illuminating Discrimination
I grinned and pushed my best friend, Imani Prince, away jokingly. "Oh, come on!" she begged. "Come with me!" I gave her a look of exasperation and sighed. "But I thought you hated the bus! They always made you sit in the back!" Imani shook her long, wavy rich chocolate brown hair and blinked her dark eyes at me. "Well, this time it's different. It's my birthday!" She held out her hands, waving them around excitedly. "I just don't want you to get hurt," I murmured, looking away. I sat down on the bus stop bench. Imani's eyes softened. "Oh, Yew. You care too much." She grinned. "Stop it. It's annoying." I rolled my eyes, then changed the subject. "Where's Elijah? Have you seen him today?" Imani bobbed her head. "Yeah. He stopped by today to tell me happy birthday, but then said he had to go prepare something, but he'd see me later." I nodded slowly. Elijah had a surprise for Imani, and he was supposed to reveal it at the farm where her surprise party was. All Imani thought was that today was going to be a normal day, apart from her friends helping her with her chores and eating some food with her. She had no clue that we were throwing her a huge party for her sixteenth.
"The bus!" Imani shrieked. "It's here! Let's go!" She grabbed the sleeve of my long blue and white dress and pulled me up. My long blonde hair began to fall out of the bow I had it in and I hastily adjusted it as Imani jumped up and down, her pale pink skirt bouncing. The bus screeched to a stop next to us and Imani half-dragged, half-pulled me on.
She fell into a seat near the front and I sat down next to her, grinning merrily. I pulled out a mirror from my light blue handbag and held it out to Imani. "Here," I said kindly. "Fix your hair. It's a bit mussed." Imani smiled and took it, reaching up to her hair and running her toffee-colored fingers through it, effectively combing out the stray hairs. "Thanks," she said and handed it back to me. I took it and briefly glanced at my reflection of a young-looking girl with sky blue eyes and straight blonde hair and freckles. I turned back to Imani and handed it back to her. "No, it's okay. You keep it. A present."
Imani opened her mouth, but it got cut off as a huge white man with a collared beige shirt reached over the top of the seat in front of us and pulled Imani up by her arm. "You," he growled. "Go to the back where you belong." Imani gasped and pulled her arm out of his grasp, her eyes filled with startled tears. "W-what? Why? No! I'm sitting with Yew, not back there!" She sat back down firmly. The man narrowed his eyes and turned to me. "Get up, I need to take care of this." I widened my eyes. "No way! This is unfair! Imani stays with me!" The man huffed, then without a moment's hesitation, he reached out and slapped me, hard, across the face with a huge, hairy hand. The blow threw me out of the seat and into the bus aisle. A moment later, the mirror came flying after me and hit on my forehead, making my vision go red around the edges. "Yew!" I heard Imani's panicked cry, then the sound of a scuffle. "No!" I heard someone scream the word 'no'. I think it was me. Through half-closed eyes, I saw Imani being dragged off the bus, still struggling, by a pair of white police officers. One raised a hand and brought it down into her side. She screamed and I blinked my eyes open. Imani was now completely off of the bus, and I sat up, my head pounding. I raised a hand to my temple and it came away covered in blood. I dimly realized that that wasn't good, and stood up all the way. I made my way to the front of the bus, stumbling over every bump in the floor. I passed the bus driver's seat, who was the huge white man, and he bit his lip. "Sorry, miss. I didn't want to hurt you." I narrowed my eyes at him and spit in front of him. "You hurt my friend." He stood up again and pointed to the exit. "Out." I kicked his shin and he pushed me. I fell down the bus stairs and out the open doors, landing on my hands and knees on the concrete. I let out a soft gasp and lowered myself to the ground, curling into a ball, as I heard the screech of the bus leaving and the police sirens fading away, along with my best friend. I closed my eyes and everything faded to black.
"-Yew! Yew! Wake up!" I opened my eyes and saw Elijah Lucas, a tall boy with light brown hair and green eyes. His eyes were wide with fright and as I sat up, I realized that I must look terrible. My knees and hands covered in scrapes, a bruise on my forehead, blood dripping from my temple, and a bright red handprint on my cheek. I sat up slowly. My head was killing me. I looked around. It was now dark outside. The temperature was rapidly dropping and the streets were deserted.
"What happened?" Elijah asked me, his face pale. I blinked. "The bus driver told Imani to get out of her seat, and when she refused, he smacked me and threw the mirror at me and called the cops on us. They took Imani away, and when I got up, the bus driver pushed me off. Then...I guess you found me." I paused, thinking. "How did you know to look here?"
Elijah let out a soft breath. "I didn't. I was walking home after looking for you two all day when I found you." He blinked, his forest green eyes filled with lingering worry. I shivered. My dress was not made for being outside at night in Alabama in October. Elijah sighed and took off his jacket. "Here," he said kindly. "You look freezing." He held out his jacket and I took it gratefully. "T-Thanks," I said, my teeth beginning to chatter. Elijah held out a hand and I took it. He helped me up and we began to walk toward our neighboorhood. From the beginning it was clear that my ankle would not hold my weight, so with my hands around his neck and his arm around my shoulders, he half-walked and half-carried me home.
In the morning Mother woke me up for breakfast in bed. She moved slowly and carefully, setting a tray on my lap and using a few pillows to prop me up. "You've had a concussion," she whispered, stroking my hair. "You need rest, okay?" I shook my head. "Can I see Elijah?" Mother paused, thinking. "I suppose. Only until half-past noon, though. You'll be needing lunch." I nodded. "Thanks, Mother." She smiled. "I'll ring up Mrs. Lucas to ask for Elijah." She dipped her head to me and turned to leave. "Wait," I called. She turned around. "Yes, Yew?" I swallowed hard. "What about Imani?" Mother's face visibly fell. "Imani is in jail. She's been convicted of a crime and will be there for six months." I gasped. "Six months?" I shrieked. "For what?" Mother sighed. "You know how it is, Yew," Mother said. "Imani's black." My eyes hardened. "So? That doesn't mean people can treat her that way." Mother shook her head. "Get some rest before Elijah gets here." Then she turned and walked out.
About a half-hour later, I heard a knock on the front door. I heard it open and my mother greeting Elijah. "Hello, Elijah. Thank you for coming to visit Yew, I know she missed you." I winced. She didn't have to say that. "-it's no problem, Ms. Willows. I like seeing her. She's my best friend!" My heart warmed. Does he really think that of me? I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and I quickly ran my fingers through my hair, trying to at least look presentable. My door creaked open and Elijah stepped in. "Hey, Yew," he said. "Sorry about what happened yesterday." I looked away. "Mmm." Elijah sat on the side of my bed. "So what are we going to do to get her out?" I blinked in surprise. "You want to get her out?" Elijah scoffed. "Of course! Imani's our friend!" I grinned. "I have an idea."
Two hours and one notebook later, we had our plans laid out. We were going to start a group that dedicates its cause to fair black rights. A group that does its best to help change the ways of how people treated the black community. We called it Illuminating Discrimination, the ID for short, but secretl -
but secretly, Elijah and I called it Imani's Deliverance. Because hopefully, this group would help Imani be released.
It's been four months since Imani was arrested. The group grew and grew until nearly everyone in our town except for the people who didn't support had joined. Today there was a protest. Elijah led it. They stomped through the street until they reached the town hall. The police's efforts were virtually useless, there were too many people. They held signs saying 'INJUSTICE' and 'BLACK FREEDOM'. Only one sign, my sign, said 'Release Imani'.
When the protest finally ended, signs littered the streets. Deflated balloons bounced half-heartedly in the faint breeze.
But we had won. Imani and the rest of the people who were wrongfully arrested are going to be released from jail tomorrow. Our town has been changed forever. A new mayor has been appointed, one who respects all people, no matter the color.
It's hard to believe this all started because of a bus. -
(Can I please get input on the story above? I'm going to use it as an essay for school)
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