Muh NEW story.
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Thread Topic: Muh NEW story.
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In the meadow, I stood, While other families picniced by the beach, Only steps away. Their laughter swarmed like locusts, And their smiles could be seen miles away. Only one man stood out of the crowd. A dark, Solemn expression on his face. He made you feel lost. A few men his age joined him. Same solemn depressed look on their faces. The quickly advanced toward me, With heavy cinderblock feet. I couldn't move, My legs were frozen. They dragged me away. When I was about to have the upper hand, One man would take the tired mans place. I pushed my luck by screaming, Even if nothing was heard. They subdued me to keep me quiet.
I shot up in bed. I had that nightmare every once in a while since I had been 13. I was (Thankfully) 17 now.
When I felt a little calmer, I took a shower, Got dressed, and combed my hair. I went downstairs and took out a pan and eggs. I heard soft, Small footsteps. Krystal hopped of the last stair. The little one of this family. About 4'10, Skinny, Flexible like a gymnast and smart. Oh yeah, She's only 7.
(CHAPTER 2)
She greeted me with questioning brown eyes, And I knew what I had to do.
"I'll go wake 'em all up. C'mon." I nudged her upstairs, So we could wake up Sleine. That's pronounced Sleen. She's 9 years old and again, Super skinny, Really has a great sense of direction, And she has cute, Seducing grey eyes. Her Dirty Blonde hair in a long bob.
She smiled at me, Appears she was already awake. Sleine turned all the way around and I caught a glimpse of her book. Marker in all. The Wanderer by Saron Creech, Page 186.
"Hi Sweety" I mutteres. We smiled at eachother.
I moved from Sleines room to Leap's room. He snored noisely, And drooled on his pillow. He is 15 1/2, Mostley blind, Lean, Leapps wicked far and wicked epically. I shook him on the shoulder and he awoke. His cold, Pale blues eyes stared into my hazel ones.
"Mornin Taxi!" He grumbled.
"SHUT UP, LEAP!" "IT'S TAZZY (Taxine) AND YOU KNOW IT!"
Ziggy popped into the room, Yelling "WILL YOU GUYS SHUT'P?"
Me and Leap shot the 10 year old a hard glance.
(Ima let you guys hang there) (The othe charries are Keaton and Radcliff and all of 'em are trying to escape The government. Only the Medical/Mental/Sciency part of the government) -
(i can see the max ride teeming in dis... hehehehe)
waht about...
hmmm...
Just A Game
Hiding
Split Second
Hunt
Killing the Experiments
i have more... but i dun wanna look stupid :P -
LOL
Can I hear them? I don't think your Ideas are stupid. -
I like it :)
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okie...
The Chase
Aversion
Execration
Abhorrence
Simple Questions
Subject 40921 (or any other code)
Against All Odds
Persuit
The Search
No Answers
Complications
Left To Die -
I like:
Subject 40921
Just a Game
Split Second.
I think the first Book will be called 'Subject 40921' -
:D yeshlez! i shall be teh first to buyeth them!
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We shot the 10 year old a hard glance. He was half asleep. But Krystal pulled him downstairs for breakfast. I guess Zig was eager for the breakfast part of the morining, because he Muttered "YES!" on the way down the stairs.
Keaton had already came down with Radcliff. Everyone knew it, But refused to say; Radcliff was really off. He sometimes thought we were one of 'them', even if we didn't know who 'they' were.
He's freak at the slightest touch, And he'd wince at the sighting, Even the metioning of white. Straps had the same reaction.
Radcliff sang 'Know Your Enemy' unclearly, While Leap hummed a song I couldn't put a name to. Krystal sang a Rock song Ziggy must've known.
"Rock 'N' Roll rots your brain!" He called to her.
"Then why do you listen to it so much, Zig?" I asked, Awaiting a reply.
"'Cause he doesn't have a brain to lose!" Remarked Leap, Now full of himself. -
xD he doesn't have a brain to lose...
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"SHUT UP!" He hollered/
We all stared at him with penetrating eyes. He seemed real angry with leap.
"Well, Sorry Zig" Said Leap awkwardly. Zig looked him straight in the eyes.
"I didn't think Cavemen had that many feelings." Leap said with a straight face. Keaton laughed his butt off.
Zig got so mad, He looked purple/ He approached Leap with clenched fists. Keaton looked at the 10 year old and laughed. Even Radcliff smiled, SOmething rare for him. But really, I've never seen Ziggy this angry before.
Then, We all had a feeling something was wrong. I could tell. Our jaws clenched, our throats tightened and we were jumpy.
Ziggy saw what was happening and he looked into Radcliff's eyes. He calmed down, But got paranoid quickly, Feeling tension in the air. It seemed time had stopped.... For a milisecond, Before it all came crashing down.
Men broke into the house by diving at, and through the windows. I stared into ones eyes. Recognition flooded through me.
My Dream -
o___________o zomg....
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And I'm writing the next Chapter. LOL
Horrible way to end, Right? -
nu, it's actually a good chapter ender. makes them wanna turn the page and see what happens :)
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No, Like, You're craving the next page.
But it hasn't been writen yet. -
(CHAPTER 3)
Keaton, Leap, Me, and Krystal shot the glances at the men. Ziggy stared at Radcliff, Who looked paler than usual. He also looked thinner. His eyes shifted from them to us, lower lip quivering.
The tall lean man in the middle was staring us down. His sandy brown hair made him look paler and shadowy, which made 'im look real friendly….. Not. The man looked as if he were going to speak but he didn't. He nodded slowly and more people came in.
They looked wrong. Like…. One man too lean, the middle one too fierce, others looked too conscious. If you blinked, You'd- You'd probably still see it. When they smiled they all had fangs like wolves. One cracked his hairy knuckles. Claws? Did I guest see Claws? I check to make sure. Yeah, I saw Claws on this guys fingertips. Actually, All of them have claws.
Leap stared at them. We all stared at them. weird guys in our freaking living room. I tapped Keaton on the fist. He carried the tap to Leap. Before Leap could tap Krystal; Sleine came down, With no book. She must've finished it. She stared at the Mutants with frightened eyes. Oh, Geez.
One of the actual humans stared down Radcliff with excited eyes.
"Subject 409210" He barely muttered. The little group of Razors lunged at us.
The rest of the tapping was completed quickly and we snapped out our wings and busted outta there! I call it Tap, Snap and GO! Oh yeah, I forgot to mention- uh, We have wings. Don't check to see if you read that wrong. We have wings Real, Feathery, Attached-to-our-back wings.
"Well that was a swell morning." I muttered ever so sarcastically. I don't know if you've been given the chance to notice this yet, But boy, I'm really, really sarcastic.
"Got that right, Taxxy!" Said Zig. Incase you for get 'Taxxy' is spelled differently than it should be. Y' know when Leap called me taxi? Yeah, That gets on my nerves. So, When I said 'It's Ta'zz'y and you know it' I was saying how it's pronounced. Same goes for when I'm called 'Tax'
"I didn't think it wo-" There was a gigantic 'KABOOM!' in the distance. Guess what? Our house.
I sighed, Krystal stopped talking. Our house was SO cool. In the hallway, was huge glass paneling, so instead of walls on both sides, there were windows, Or glass, which ever you prefer to call it. Plus, It had a view of a snow coated Mt. Rushmore. A lake with a small woods, And a nice open space. Which happened to be perfect for us.
The living room had a white couch, A glass table with a rectangle shaped candle stick holder. There were wiggly iron parts that held the stick. The candles were yellow. There was also a white, fake leather recliner. The rug was black and white (I guess the house was mostly white).
In the kitchen was a stove, Fridge, nice countertops and a wood, Old table.
Our bedrooms had posters of our favorite bands, And movies. We had desks with desk lamps, Closets, Red, blue, or green carpets and we also had a shelf that held about 7 books and movies (We didn't have many books. Or movies. Or CD's for a matter of fact).
But we did have a warm house, and a comfortable place to stay, and food to survive and water, a soft bed, and a nice hot shower, with soap, and of course- different clothes every day of the week. But now, We didn't have any of this anymore.
(CHAPTER 4)
"Are you being serious, Dr. Baleichi? You couldn't capture dos, dos said excuses for birds? Vhy didn't you have a set of Razors go after dem?" 'The activities' director questioned.
"well sir, I k-"
"ENOUGH!" He ordered. Dr. Baleichi trembled, and stayed as silent as could be. He was afraid to breath. The director grabbed his shirt collar. His grip tight.
"You vill CATCH de mutants, after you've HUNTED da mutants and ve vill QUESTION den KILL da mutants. UNDERSTAND?" Jake Baleichi nodded in a quick motion and scurried out of the room. The director smiled crookedly at the doctors fright, then continued writing plans down in the silence.
"All in good time. But for now, Ve play." He muttered, as if Taxine could hear him. With the thoughts Veich had flowing through his head, 'Play' was so grotesquely inadequate, it wasn't even funny. This guy was trying to kill off all of who (And who was a lot) Were in the rebellion.
Everyone who had helped Veich would end up simply becoming his slaves, Ones who did his biddings- While he ruled the whole world.
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