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Unchanging World
A single tear rolled down the little girl's cheek, salty and stinging. Butterflies flew in perfect formation around her, but she could not share in their happiness. Crying won't help, she told herself bitterly, and she wiped the tear angrily away with the back of her hand. Dead, dry grass prickled uncomfortably under the girl's mostly bare legs, and she absentmindedly raised her hand to scratch them.
Everything seemed hazy and slow, as though the girl was living in a dream...but dreams didn't hurt. Fingers of pain threaded their way across her skin, feeling not only metaphorical, but also literal... they found their way past the outside and swirled around her body, making every breath she took agony. Grief seized her mercilessly, and although the girl tried to ignore it, it overpowered any other thought, any other feeling, and she was drowning in it, gasping for air...How she managed to survive the pain was a mystery, but through all her struggling, she still could cling to the surface...could, but just barely...
Impossible as it may seem, life still continued around her. Jubilant birds sang soothing tones high above in the tall oaks, oblivious to the girl suffering below them. Kicking dust into the air, grasshoppers jumped from fern to fern, looking for food.
Little did the girl know that her troubles were only going to get worse.
Margaret...Margaret...the wind seemed to call her name- it was a warning, a voice of caution. Neither did the girl hear, nor did she understand. Ominous and foreboding, the dying sun painted crimson embers across the pale blue sky- embers the color of blood. Peaceful though it seemed, the clearing was about to be transformed into a site of horror.
Questions swirled around the girl's mind as she wondered if she would ever find an escape from this misery. Rain started to drop from the sky, dampening the girl's golden hair, making her clothes sodden and wet, and the girl let the rain mingle with her tears, tears that were now starting to come down, tears she could not hold back anymore.
Suddenly, something leaped out from behind a tangle of bushes next to the girl, and she let out an involuntary scream. Then she was locked in a grip of iron, forced into sitting position- she could not move, she could not speak, she could hardly breathe. Ugly eyes glared down at her, eyes that seemed to bore straight into her skull, eyes that were painful to look at.
Voices sounded harshly in her ear, familiar voices...the voices of her parents' killers. While both rage and panic exploded inside of the girl, she felt herself being dragged away, away, away...thorns caught through her clothes and pierced her skin, and the girl screamed again...
“Xander, let's do it now,” one of the voices said to the other, and the girl felt herself stop moving- and then someone held her down. Yellow lights flashed across her vision, and Margaret felt her life disappear before her eyes.
Zero creatures, zero beings noticed her death; the world continued on, unchanged by this insignificant fact...but at least the wind did seem to cry out, a lament for her loss.
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It's an okay ending, leaves you wondering.
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Drowned out were not only sounds, but sight as well. Enormous sheets of rain blinded drivers. Four cars pulled over simultaneously on four different roads to wait out the storm.
Growing clouds began to pelt out little balls of ice. Hail got bigger and bigger, the storm becoming more and more intense.
Inside stores on main street, people were packed like sardines in a can, seeking refuge from the storm. Justin was the only one left outside.
Keeping calm and then becoming more frantic, he searched for a shelter, any shelter, that had room for him.
Luck was against him that evening. Many--no, all--stores were closed, refusing to let anyone else in.
"No, this can't be happening!"
Open next to Justin was a door, just after he had cried out.
Pausing for less than a second at the suspicious appearance, he dove inside. Quietly, the door shut behind him.
Right of Justin was a table. Sitting upon it was a strange, old-looking book. Turning, he saw it and picked it up.
"Ugly monsters . . . what a strange title."
"Very much, indeed," said a man that had suddenly appeared beside him.
"Who-who are you," Jason stammered.
"Xavier," came the reply.
"YOU!" came a call from behind them.
"Zachary, not him," the man whispered frantically, "if you don't run, you'll be kil-"
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Elsworth is a presentable young man who likes to wear suede socks. Elswoth was hiking in the barren Arctic when he saw a person in the distance. When Elsworth finnally came upon the person he saw that it was a frail young fellow. "hello" the young man said "my name is tab"
"hi!" elsworth stated "My name is Elsworth."
The pair decided to go the the CousCous mountain. After traveling for a long while they made it to the peak of the CousCous mountain. Suddenly Tab sprinted at Elsworth and jumped on him. Tab took out a rope and tied Elsworth to a tree. Elsworth struggled and struggled but could not get free.
Tab then said "Although now I fell ever so bad I get all the CousCous to myself! Mwahahahahahahahaha!" Tab cackled evily.
Tab ate so much CousCous that day he gained five hundred pounds, and then rolled down the mountain. No one has seen him since. And sadly, Elsworth was tied to tha tree for thirty years.
AFter 30 years of pain and suffering Elsworth was free. The ropes had been slowely breaking string by string and Elsworth knew that he would soon be free. Now that prediction had come true. He got up and started skipping down the mountain.
At the bottom of the mountain he found a deserted yellow brick road. He was joined by flying monkeys that seemed had to have popped out of no where. They skipped and skipped until they crossed the border into Munchkin territory.
Then the monkeys left and Elsworth waved goodbye. He trudged on until he came acrooss a blue forest. Smiling to himself he went in. Then all of a sudden tiny little balls of dough that were the size of basketballs came bouncing towards him. There was chocolate, glazed, powdered, and many, many more. elsworth stopped and smiled at them. He talked with them and they agreed to teach him the art of eating everything if he gave them maple syrup. Fortunatly he had many bottles of maple syrup in his backpockets which he gave to them.
He was brought to the munchkin temple of Culinary Eating Arts or CEA. He stayed there for a while and got his master's degree. He was now ready to face the world. He suddenly felt a pang of hunger. He stared at the munchkins for a while and then using his skills he ate them all ending the munchkin race. He felt full and went into a deep slumber.
Elsworth woke up from his long and deep slumber 3 years later. He lumbered out of the cave that he had been sleeping in and looked out into the morning and saw a lake. He ran to the lake and climbed onto the dock. He ran to the end and went to a small booth in the corner of the dock.
When he reached the booth he was surprised to see a fat elephant seal selling chewing gum that allows you to breath underwater forever.
"what can I do ya for?" the seal said
"I would like one stick of underwater chewing gum!" Elsworth squeked. Elsworth gave the fat walrus $50 and got the gum. Elsworth took the gum and popped it into his mouth. Without even chewing on it, he swallowed it because of excitement. He immediatly started growing gills and fin like feet. As soon as the transformation was over, he dived into the water.
He swam down into the water until he came upon the city of Enchilada. Everything was Mexican style except they were water friendly. Elsworth swam to the center of the town where an epic battle was taking place.
On one side of the battlefield there was a group of walking, talking and fighting tacos. And on the other side was a group of walking, talking and fighting Nacho rebels. Out of thier cannons and guns came bits of cheese. The battled valiantly until the nachos were over powered and sent running. The Tacos cheered.
While smiling Elsworth is kicked from behind and sent sprawling to the ground, unconcious. Elsworth was being kidnapped by Nacho Rebelion leaders! oh no!
that was just a random story that we write off the top of our heads for the fun of it. I know its crazy!
wow, veronica that abc story was amazing!
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A ghostly moonlight pours down from the sky, making the trees look white, like a forest of bones sprouting from the ground. Black shadows crawl in eerie patterns across the bare snow. Catching my breath behind a rock, I hear the footsteps coming closer and closer. Dark fears stir in y soul, screaming, tearing at me and making me panic. Everything is quiet for a moment, and I wonder if my follower is gone. Fearful, I grip the edge of the rock and peer cautiously out, scanning the forest that is so white: the color of cold and fear, and so deceivingly still. Glowing moonlight bathes the world in silver; on any other night it would seem beautiful, but tonight it is terrifying.
Hands, cold and strong, suddenly grab my arms and yank me backward. I try to scream, but the hands cover my mouth and keep the sound too muffled to hear.
Jumbled thoughts race through my panicking mind as the hands drag me mercilessly across the white and freezing snow; as I try to struggle against the long arms wrapped around my face and neck; as I fight to look up to see who it could be, what he or she looks like; as my eyes travel left and right in a wildly swinging world--a world in which everything is white: the snow is white, the trees are white, the white stars that shine fiercely and stand harshly against the only thing that is not white: the black night sky. Kidnapped my mind screams, and the terrifying word echoes through every corner of my brain.
"Let go of me!" I scream, as the hands finally leave my mouth, and to my surprise, my kidnapper obeys. Moonlight shines on a shadowy face, revealing a woman in a long white dress as silver as as flowing as a moonlit river. Now is my chance to run, to run back to my home that I never should have run away from, to run back to my bed and throw myself down upon it and forget everything that I've done, but I just sit there. Opening her arms, the woman traces an invisible circle in the air with her long and slender fingers, in a hypnotic motion.
Please let me be in a nightmare, and please let me wake up soon.
Questioning what I see happening before me, I watch as a glowing circle appears between us, shimmering with a white mist. Ruby red lips curl up at the edges in a frightening smile, as she looks up at me with cold, twinkling eyes. She strides, without blinking, without a hint of fear, into the portal.
The minutes pass, and I know, somehow, that she expects me to follow. Uncertainly, slowly, praying that nothing terrible will happen, I step towards the circle that shifts with eerie lights. Violently, hands grab me out of nowhere and pull me through, and I know that the scream that escapes from my lungs so painfully and slowly is nothing but a useless noise.
Whiteness.
Xanadu is a place in a poem--it can't be real, can it? Yet, when I read that poem, I pictured that the magical land of dreams looked just like this--golden sun shining down on ancient and beautiful trees, flowers of a thousand different colors surrounding my feet, no sign of cold or darkness, no sign of white: the color I fear most.
Zipping through the air, birds call out in voices that bring tears to my eyes, and I am filled with the deep desire to stay here forever and ever... but I know that this place will surely slip away from me soon, that I'll have to go back home soon, and this place will never be within my reach again; it will be gone... won't it?
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Again, under 500 words, if you go a little over it's fine.