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MAY 2006
Senders_Name: Stephanie Papayanis
Senders_Age: 13
Senders_Location: Newbury Park, CA
StoryStarter 1B
RestOfStory: So Heather went to the animal pound and asked if they had
seen her cat. They said they hadn't seen her cat but if
they did they would let her know. So Heather left and
went home to print some posters. Her parents weren't home and
neither was her older sister. So while she was typing the
poster, she heard some footsteps downstairs. Heather stopped
typing. She arose from her chair and walked to the door.
Then she heard some more footsteps and then something brake.
Heather started to walk through the hallway when she saw
a strange figure moving in her parents bedroom. It was
holding a large sack and a video camera and wore a black
cloth mask.
Heather quickly tip-toed back to her room to get the
baseball bat. Then went back into the hallway. The figure
was still there. Then Heather jumped into the dark room,
switched on the lights and held up her bat. "I've caught you
now!" she cried. The figure froze. "Drop the bag and the
camera right now! I hit twenty home-runs with this thing
last summer! Don't take another step!" The person quickly
dropped the bag and set down the camera and put his hands up.
Then the sack started to move. Without lowering her bat,
Heather looked down at the moving sack and then at the person.
She opened up the sack and there was her cat! "Clover!" she
cried,"I missed you so much!" Then she peered up at the
robber. "You stay right there!" she said. Heather quickly
called the police and the man got arrested for stealing her
cat. At last Heather was able to talk to her cat. "What did
that man do to you?" she asked. "He wanted to sell me because
he heard you talking to me once. He said 'soon I will sell
you and make a fortune'" said her cat.
Then Heather and her cat lived happily ever after.
The End
Senders_Name: Turner, Sherri
Senders_Age: 16
Senders_Location: AHS
StoryStarter 6E
RestOfStory:
"Why don't you give her a bell?"
"You've no idea how stupid that sounds."
"You know what I mean."
"Yes, why don't I give her a brass thing with a wotsit inside it that goes
ding ding ding".
"I mean why don't you telephone her."
"Then why don't you say that, instead of 'give her a bell'?"
"You are impossible, Joey."
"Oh, I'm the impossible one. You're the one who won't speak English for
those who don't speak metaphor, Melanie."
"Forget the bell incident! Why don't you want to call her?"
"Do you remember what happened last time we saw each other?"
"Yeah, I think I do. Um, you pushed her out of the way so that she
wouldn't get hit by a car."
"I don't mean that, Melanie. I mean that my ex-girlfriend showed up and
told Merina that we were still together."
"Call up Merina and explain what is really going on. She thinks that you
have been cheating on her. You need to set her straight if you really love
her."
"I don't know."
"I have an idea. I'll help you fix this between Merina so she can know how
you really feel."
"Okay."
. . .
Melanie is waiting at a restaurant for Merina the next day so they can
have a late lunch/very early dinner. Merina finally comes and apologizes
for her being late. After their meal the two young adults go for a walk
through a nearby park. Melanie and Merina arrive at a special bridge as
the sun is setting. The bridge is known as Swan Bridge because this is the
only place in the city that swans will come to.
Merina looks at the bridge with a strange feeling of deja vù. The two
girls walk onto the bridge to get a better view of the setting sun on the
water. She suddenly understands why she thought it is deja vù. Joey had
taken her here for their very first date three months ago at sunset.. As
if on cue Joey comes to one entrance of the bridge. Merina starts to
leave, but Melanie asks her stay and just let Joey talk. Merina stays
because that is what her heart is saying. She trys to ignore her brain,
which is saying, 'Flee like the wind,' as Joey explains his side of the
story.
Merina contemplates Joey's story for a few minutes after he is finished.
Joey pipes up while she is thinking.
"I would never cheat on you, Merina. I don't want to."
"How do I know that what you're saying is true? You could be lying to me,
Joey."
"If you want proof of my honesty, then here it is. I love you, Merina."
For a moment Merina can't speak. She looks at Joey.
"I love you too, Joey."
Senders_Name: Turner, Sherri
Senders_Age: 16
Senders_Location: AHS
StoryStarter 6G
RestOfStory:
The place was full of rubbish.
It should have been pretty, with the hawthorne out and all the different
greens beginning to burst open, especially when the sunlight filtered down
through the leaves.
But most of the time the sunlight showed up coke cans, and plastic bags,
and the disgusting things the youths left after they'd been up to their
dirty tricks.
"This had once been one of the most beautiful parks in the world,"
reflected Pierre, a Parisian artist.
He could have come here any day that he wanted and painted the frozen
river waiting to be freed in the wintertime or the many roses that earned
this park its name, Roselinia Park.
The middle-aged artist walked throughout the park gazing at the cluttered
place and visioning what it used to be. He passed a few statues that were
the diamonds of Roselinia Park. The artist stopped in front of a marble
statue of an angel holding a child's hand. The angel was guiding the child
up to heaven. This statue used to be the pride and joy of this park. Now
it is the most popular place in the park to vandalize with paint and hide
trash because it is completely covered with ivy so you can barely see the
statue anymore.
Pierre stood transfixed by the statue thinking about many things,
including how Roselinia Park had been let go and what the statue means. He
was suddenly filled with a fierce anger for those who had destroyed the
beauty of this wondrous park. The artist wished to do something to help
people understand that they shouldn't destroy this park, but he did not
know what he should do. He came to the conclusion that he should pray and
hope for an answer.
The artist knelt in front of the statue like someone kneeling at an altar
in a church and rested his hands on the statue's marble base. He prayed
for an answer or a guide to help him know what to do so he could restore
the park to its former glory. After praying continuously for ten minutes,
an answer came to Pierre. He left the park so he could enact the idea that
answered his prayer.
The artist was going to start cleaning up the park and make it beautiful
once more. For a whole day he walked all over Paris to gather volunteers,
but no one wished to go into the park which had now become one of the
worst places to go in all of Paris.
The next day the artist began working on the park with a very heavy heart
since no one would assist him. He began by taking trash bags and picking
up all of the trash. This task took him three days because there was a
large amount of trash and some of it was hidden in plants or under the
creeping vines surrounding the statues. During the three days that he
worked on gathering trash people would walk by and stare at hime for a few
moments before continuing on their way. On the fourth day Pierre started
pulling weeds and cutting vines from the statues.
A small crowd started forming near one of the park entrances. People of
all ages talked with each other about the man who was trying in vain they
thought to restore Roselinia Park. Two small homeless children, a girl and
a boy who were brother and sister, watched Pierre intently. The crowd
gasped as the homeless brother and sister entered the park and started
pulling weeds alongside Pierre. He smiled at them and offered them his
gloves so their hands would not get scratched by the weeds.
The girl said, "No, thank you, mister. If our hands did not get scratched
up, then it would not mean much to the angel & child statue."
Pierre thought about what the little girl told him and then he shed his
gloves. The artist worked with the kids as the crowd outside the park
continued to swell. As the sun was setting, others entered the park and
started helping to restore it. Every day thereafter many people would come
to the park to fix it up.
A week later the park was restored, but the people of Paris wished to add
something to it to make it better than before. Someone came up with an
idea to make Roselinia Park even better. The park was closed off for two
weeks while this new idea was put into action. Following the two weeks
there was a big party at the park to honor its rebirth and the new thing
that was added to the park.
On the day of the party the whole city of Paris filtered out to honor the
park. At two in the afternoon the new thing was revealed. The city
officials had taken out the old fountain and put in a new one. The new
fountain had one large pool and three marble statues in the center of it.
The three statues were Pierre along with the little homeless girl and boy.
Water spouted out of their hands. Pierre appeared to thank the people of
Paris for doing this, but when the people tried to find the little kids,
they couldn't be found. It was said that the two kids were angels who had
been sent to show the Parisians how to find their way since they had been
lost just like the statue of the angel guiding the child to heaven.
Senders_Name: Samantha Silva
Senders_Age: 16
Senders_Location: Alamogordo
StoryStarter 5E
RestOfStory: "She thought the taxi driver had gone mad. He was swinging
round corners almost on two wheels, and even though she'd asked him a
couple of times to slow down he kept up the suicidal pace. Any minute now
she expected to hear a police siren, in fact hoped she would hear it,
because he'd have to slow down then.
Then at some traffic lights he stood on the brake and she could smell the
rubber burning off the tyres. He turned and grinned at her, before
gripping the wheel and jamming his foot on the accelerator pedal again..."
She turned away from him; away from that frightening jack-o-lantern grin.
She heard a faint squeaking in the distance, seemingly in a place far from
where she was: gripping the back of the passenger-side seat in fear of her
life. It took her a few minutes to realize that it was her own voice,
distorted with fright, pleading the cab driver desperatly to stop the cab,
to let her out. But the music blared in the front, and he seemed not to
hear her.
Or to want not to hear her.
She knew she had to do something, or she would die. Scenery flashed in the
windows: a confusion of colors and places that made everything seem like a
terribly dream. She suddenly felt immobile, but the scenery continued to
flash by. Her mind was screaming at her, tightening her resolve to stop
the road raging cabbie, to still the passing scenery. To make the world
familiar again.
She looked at him, still gripping the seat, but not so tightly. He smiled
that Jack-O-Lantern Grin at her, and she suddenly knew what she had to do.
And then she woke up. She sprang from her place in the bed, her hand
gripping a glass that she had grabbed in her sleep: a real-life weapon for
her dreamt-up foe... only he wasn't really dreamt up. He was more real
than she had ever wanted to believe. The glass shattered in her hand as
she looked towards her sleeping husband, wondering when the insane ride
would be over.
Senders_Name: Turner, Sherri
Senders_Age: 15
Senders_Location: AHS
StoryStarter 4A
RestOfStory: Her leg was hurting and she walked slowly up the three
flights of stairs. There was a window open on the top landing and a slight
breeze ruffled the curtain. There was no bulb in the light fitting which
swung gently backwards and forwards, but moonlight shone on the top few
steps. The young woman glanced around searching for a place to sit.
Then the pain hit really bad. She crumpled to the ground because it was so
excrutiating. The young woman glanced hopefully at the window as a means
of escape from this horrible place. She heard something hitting the bottom
stairs so she dragged herself inch by inch to the window. When the window
was a few feet above her the woman clenched the edge pulling herself up.
Fear of thing climbing the stairs grew inside her as she climbed out of
the window onto a small ledge.
The woman was out of site of the window when the thing reached the top
landing. She heard its feet shuffling on the ground and its ragged
breathing as it looked around for her. The woman began inching away from
the window when she heard it heading for the window. The woman saw nowhere
to go to hide from this monster. She was trapped like fly on a spiderweb.
The woman suddenly spotted a banner hanging from the side of the roof only
two feet away from where she stood. With a deep breath she plunged off the
roof grasping the banner as a rope and swung to safety outside of this
courtyard of fear and death.
Suddenly, someone yells," And cut! That's a wrap. Nice swing Mandy,
especially with your broken leg."
JANUARY 2006
Senders_Name: Pepper
Senders_Age: 17
Senders_Location: AHS
Story Starter 2J
RestOfStory:
The naive girl figured they had been painting, and had just dripped on the
floor. She turned back to the counter, smiled and waited longer. She kept
waiting, but no one came to help her. Even she was getting suspicious. She
walked behind the counter and into the back room. The red splotches got
larger and larger, and now she stood in a puddle. Finally, she realized it
wasn't paint. She was standing in blood.
"OH MY GOD!" she screamed. "My white shoes, they're ruined!" She sobbed at
the site of the pink on her shoes, as the blood soaked in to the white.
She spied the body of one of the managers on the floor, and attempted to
wipe her shoes off on his clothes. "Like, this'll never come out. It's
going to stain." When she realized that she'd been wiping her shoes on a
dead guy, she shrieked and hid in a corner. Nowhere was safe. There were
yucky things everywhere. Eventually, she summed up the courage to get up
and run away. She ran to the nearest dry cleaner.
The End.
Senders_Name: Pepper
Senders_Age: 17
Senders_Location: AHS
Story Starter 2F
RestOfStory:
The hyena leapt, landing on its feet awkwardly and beginning to dance. The
wolf cub looked up in total awe, watching the hyena's ballet. The hyena
kept dancing, enjoying showing off for the little cubs. The cubs wanted to
laugh, as the dance was very bad and clumsy. The hyena got mad and was
about to eat them when the mother returned home. She challenged the hyena
to a Dance Dance Revolution game. They picked Butterfly Upswing Mix and
the competition began. They danced and danced, trying to keep up with the
song. The hyena couldn't take it and fell off the dance pad. At the end of
the song, the mother wolf won with a Double a Starred. (AA*)
The End.
Senders_Name: Pepper
Senders_Age: 17
Senders_Location: AHS
RestOfStory: Who was he, you may ask? He was Kenji, a ninja
in training. They expected him to pull off all their ninja work, by
himself. They called it his initiation, but Kenji knew that they were just
being lazy. His ninja mentor, Hideki, had said that his first task was to
carry out revenge on several families. Well, Kenji wasn't so good at the
ninja thing, so he had redecorated each family's house very poorly. He had
been pleased with the nasty paint colors he had chosen. The other ninjas
had expected him to come back with their heeads, so they were angry. His
next task was to rob a bank. Kenji he was a chicken, and so he just
withdrew from his savings account. The ninjas were even more angry. The
third task was to murder random people, because ninjas just flip out and
do these things. The other ninjas made fun of him, saying that he was too
much of a wimp to carry out this task. At that moment, Kenji flipped out
and killed them all. That is how Kenji became the very best ninja.
Senders_Name: Redman, Victoria
Senders_Age: 16
Senders_Location: AHS
Story Starter 2G
RestOfStory: The floorboard creaked.
By stepping along the edge of the wall he was trying not to make a noise,
but still this one creaked.
He froze and remained motionless for over a minute, listening for any
sound from the room at the end of the corridor.
When no sound came he sighed in relief. So far he was safe. He crept
closer and closer to the end of the corridor. His mission? To escape his
prisoner.
It had been a normal day for Tommy. But then the most horrible thing that
could have happened did. He had become prisoner to some crazy person.
Worse of all, the crazy person claimed to know Tommy. And the worst of the
worse of all, he claimed to be Tommy's father. Sure Tommy had been
orphaned, but this guy looked to be maybe, give or take a few years, less
than ten years older than Tommy. And it doesn't matter what you may say,
you can't have a kid that young. Even if you could, it just wouldn't be
right.
So now Tommy was trying to escape in the middle of the night. But it was
too bad for Tommy that he had no idea where he was going.
He walked for a bit longer until suddenly he saw the door to his freedom
in front of him. It stood only a few yards away. But sadly for Tommy, he
stubbed his toe on a nearby table. So he did what anyone would do, he
screamed in pain.
Well with that the crazy person woke up. And so Tommy was basically
stuck.. Sure he could have ran for it, but have you ever stubbed your toe?
It hurts way too much to try to run on it right after you've hit it. So
Tommy was basically a sitting duck. Which is the worst thing that could
have ever happened to him, and yes that including being held captive by
the crazy person.
When Tommy looked at the crazy person expecting to see a crazy look in his
eyes (now really what else would be expected?), the crazy person had no
crazy look in his eyes. This came as a shock to Tommy. He had expected for
the crazy person to go crazier and kill him or something else that was
freakishly dramatic.
But the crazy person did the most unexpected of all unexpected things. The
crazy person walked over to the door and opened. Tommy then, of course,
ran for it.
Too bad that, that was the worst mistake ever for Tommy. Once he was out
of the house, and the crazy had closed the door, Tommy stopped to rub his
stubbed toe, which still stung terrible. Sadly for Tommy, he stopped in
the middle of the road. A driver came at him full force and ran him over.
Now you go and figure the true ending to this story.
Senders_Name: Redman, Victoria
Senders_Age: 16
Senders_Location: AHS
Story Starter 2F
RestOfStory: The wolf cubs waited for their mother to return.
They knew they should remain hidden, but they had almost reached the age
when they would begin to forage for themselves, and she had been away for
a long time.
One of them, being braver than the rest, moved out of the den and stopped
behind the big tree as it sniffed the air. Then he moved out into the
open, and looked up into the eyes of a big hyena, its muscles coiled like
springs as it began to pounce.
"Stop!" a voice screamed before the hyena could attack the defenseless
cub. Both the hyena and cub stopped and looked around. Both were shocked
at the sudden voice that rang out in the stillness of the forest.
Suddenly a girl appeared between the trees. She wore a black skirt and
sleeve-less shirt. Her ebony hair was tied back with a piece of string,
though a few stray pieces flew into her olive colored eyes. Before the
girl could move, the hyena turned and ran away as fast as he could.
The girl gave a sigh in relief, but just as she did so she heard growling
behind her. Shocked, she turned around to come face to face with the
mother wolf. Now the wolf held the same stance as the attacking hyena.
Though before she could attack, the cub the girl had just saved walked in
front of the girl as if protecting her. It was protecting her realized the
girl when the mother wolf began walking away.
The girl sighed in relief once again. She felt happy that she could save
the poor cub from certain doom. And so with that, she began to walk back
to her home at the end of the forest. But as she was walking, the young
cub began running around her feet and following her. Even though she
insisted to the pup to go home, it continued to follow until she reached
her home. And so there they both stayed.
Senders_Name: Redman
Senders_Age: 16
Senders_Location: AHS
Story Starter 1I
Rest of Story: Something moved in the cupboard.
It was quite dark, late at night. In fact, the clock had just chimed
midnight.
At the bottom of the cupboard, under a heap of old shoes and clothing not
worn for years, was a cardboard box. Inside the box were some dusty, faded
toys. There were dolls, marionettes, stuffed fluffy toys, a train with two
wheels missing, a wooden soldier whose sword had been broken in some
long-forgotten battle, and several jigsaws.
Something in the box moved.
Evelyn jumped back in surprise. Her heart was beating rapidly in her
chest. She had always hated the dark, and now having to come into it made
her paranoid and panicked.
Evelyn had always been the person to be paranoid in the dark. The unknown
had always frightened her, and to not be able to see well made it all the
worse.
She breathed deeply, in a failing attempt to calm herself. She lifted
herself towards the box and readied herself to look inside. The box, and
cupboard, had been unused for a long time. Nothing could have even gotten
in, or at least that's what Evelyn thought. That thought in itself, made
Evelyn more frightened. How could something that had nothing in it make
noise? It seemed unfathomable to her.
She took a deep breath and readied herself. Before she could change her
mind, she looked into the box. She gasped, and then fell completely
silent, even her breathing seemed to stop.
Inside the box was an adorable pure black puppy. Evelyn gave a small sigh
and then picked the puppy up. Silently, Evelyn rose and walked back to her
room, the puppy lying contently under her arm.
Once Evelyn was at her room, she let the puppy down. The puppy ran to
Evelyn's bed and immediately jumped up on it. Evelyn simple smiled.
Whoever this puppy belonged to could wait until the next morning.
But the next mourning never came for Evelyn. Some stupidly crazy person
decided to set fires to a bunch of random homes. And it just so happened
that Evelyn's home was one of those random ones. By the time she knew
about a fire in her house, it was too late. But the puppy had been smarter
than Evelyn. The puppy had gotten out of the house. The puppy even found a
new home by the next day. The new owner was Evelyn's best friend Lona, who
shockingly had the same fate as Evelyn two days later. The puppy then went
to Meko, another friend of Evelyn and Lona's. But shockingly he too had
the same fate as his friends...
Senders_Name: roe
Senders_Age: 15
Senders_Location: AHS
RestOfStory: It wasn't his fault. They shouldn't have left
it all for him to do. It wasn't fair, expecting one person to do all that.
If it failed, if they didn't succeed, they'd blame him. But it wasn't his
fault. He had tried everything he could think of. He wanted to do what was
best for his family but he couldn't do it all. They wanted him to provide
everything. He wanted to do everything he could, but some things are not
possible. He tried to make enough money so that his mom could get the
surgery needed, but there was only so much he could do. See it all
happened a month ago. A month ago he was a normal child, but of coarse
everything you know and love cam change in a matter of moments. It started
when his mother complained of hurting, hurting to where she couldn't move
with out being in pain. The hospital where he resided should not have even
have the privilege of being called a hospital. They said that her case was
not their concern and they couldn't take her and that we w
ould have to go to a town an hour away. So when we finally got up the
strength and time we took her to that town. We went to the hospital there
and they said that they would have to run some test and we would have to
come back after we schedule the test. I was furious we had driven there
and they couldn't help us? I missed school and very important test just to
be told to come back later? I was so mad I couldn't even see straight.
When I was driving home I tried to talk to my mom but she was tried and I
was so flaming mad. When we got back home I had to carry her up to her
room with all my might and lie her down and wait on her hand and foot. I
then proceeded to call the hospital the one in which we had to schedule
test for. I schedule the test and asked what exactly they for were. The
operator answered your mother is showing signs of M.S. I wasn't a hundred
percent sure what that was. So I got on the internet to look up what it
was. I still had no idea why the operator had sounded s
o gloomy about what was said. I had no idea no idea at all. I had no idea
that I was getting in to a big problem. I was innocent; I didn't
understand the task I was going to be faced with. I finally got to a page
where it explained what M.S. really was. Multiple Sclerosis- there is no
proved treatment. My heart stopped. I couldn't get passed that line NO
PROVED TREATMENT. I was shocked; I had never thought that my mother would
ever die from anything other than old age. I started to cry. Tears feel
down my face. I couldn't control them. My little brother walked in. I
stopped as quickly as I had started. He asked me what was wrong. I thought
as quickly as I could and came up with a lie the first to pop into my
head, "I failed a test today". He said he was sorry and left the room. I
then understood the reason for the operator's response; I didn't know what
I was going to do. I was the oldest but I was a mere 15. I had a little
brother and a work alcoholic step dad that was never hom
e. I knew that I was the only one that could take care of my mom. So the
next day my mom was still in bed not moving an inch. I had gotten up five
times that night to come to her side and help to the bathroom give her
something to eat or drink. I was so extremely tired I didn't know how I
was going to make it in school that day. I took my brother to school, and
then I took my self to school. As soon as I walked in the door, I saw one
of my teachers, he deicide to give me a lecture about how I missed class
yesterday and how I was going to fail his class if I did not show up for
class in the first place. I was so tried that I didn't even try to defend
myself. I rolled into first hour, to find out I missed a test and I needed
to make it up, during lunch. Which I had to tell my teacher that was
impossible. She scoffed and ignored my exists the rest of class. Finally
first hour came to an end. Then I went threw the halls. People stopping me
to talk and of coarse I had to pretend as if I w
as fine and that I had only been sick. Hiding ht real reasons I was not in
school yesterday. My second hour teacher (the one who had already given me
a lecture decided to make my presence known by stating, "I' m glad you
found a way to make it to my class today." Again I was way too tired to
even deal with his sarcastic remark I just took my seat as the last bell
rang. Later on during class I went to him and asked what I needed to do to
make up. He looked and me and with a smir4k on his face he blared, "Well
lets see. You managed to skip out a day when we had a quiz and a
worksheet. Maybe if you were not a slacker you could have made the test up
already. But I don't want you to have to do your only job which is to
school. What kind of person would I be if I did that?" I replied," I' m
sorry. I will try to be here. When can I make up my quiz?" he answered,
"Right now I presume." So I took the quiz and I merely passed with a 72. I
didn't care. Finally the bell rang and I went to lunch.
Lunch usually had been the best time for me, but today I had to run home
and check on my mother. She still had not moved an inch. That was ok
though I wasn't worried. I asked her what she needed. She somehow found
the strength to tell me she needed a drink, something to eat and she
needed to use the bathroom. I helped her into the bathroom and then laved
her back into her bed. Then I asked her as nicely as I could what I could
make her for lunch she replied that she didn't want anything from the
house she wanted, Taco Bell which conveniently was across town. I didn't
want to tell her no, but I knew I wouldn't have time, but I did it anyways
I went all the way to Taco Bell and got her what she had wanted. Then I
drove back and told her that I had to go to school now and I was already
35 minutes late so I was sorry but I had to go. I got to school, parked
and practically ran inside. I got a late pass and ran into my third hour.
My teacher was an understanding teacher so I showed her m
y pass and sat down. Third hour seemed to go by so slow. But when it
finally ended, I went to my teacher's desk. I didn't want sympathy so I
didn't explain the situation, I just apologized for being late and I would
be on time tomorrow. Finally four hour had arrived. I was emotionally and
physically exhausted. Four hour was over and it was time to go home so I
went home and checked on my mom and did my homework and took a nap. Then
when it was seven o'clock my brother woke me up and asked what was for
dinner. I asked if our step dad was home yet he replied no. I said ok and
I asked what he would like. He gave me an order I whipped it up and then
made myself a peanut better and jelly sandwich. Finally the day of the
test had arrived and it was time to drive my mom back to Abilene the town
an hour away. I took her there and seat in the room while she got her
Lumbar test done. When she came out she looked worse then when she had
gotten in. She wanted to go and eat so I took her to where
she wanted to go. All the sudden she passed out. I looked over to see her
and I saw that she had passed out and I took her as fast as I could to the
ER. I got to the ER and they took her in immediately. They had said she
would have to stay overnight. I didn't have much choice but to stay with
her. I guessed since she had passed out that they had her test results
hurried. The doctor came in, told me if I wanted to know the results. I
nodded my head. He told me, "Well son your mom's tests came back positive
for M.S. "I held in my tears. I responded, "Well what can we do?" He
didn't smile nor grin I knew it had to be bad. "Well there is a risky
surgery we can do, but there are no guarantees". I mutter, "Any chance is
better than no chance. Right?" he nodded. But then as if he felt bad for
me he wasn't done with the bad news no not yet. He somehow had the nerve
to say, "Since the surgery is not reliable the insurance will not pay for
it all. You need to come up with three thousand doll
ars." For a moment I was thought to myself "three thousand dollars? That's
nothing." Then I realized three thousand dollars, I don't have three
thousand dollars. I said that I would try my hardest and I would get back
to him when I had the money. He left the room. My mom was still not awake
so I started to cry. I cried so hard and for so long I can't remember when
I have ever cried that long. I knew I was going to have to do something.
So when my mom awoke I took us home and told my brother he handle it very
well or he didn't let me know he was worried he thought that he big
brother would be able to handle it. So the next day I went to the office
and told them that I had to be gone for some time and that I wanted to
know if I could pick my schools work up everyday. The principal said that
I would have to talk to my teachers about it, but I had his ok. So I went
to my first hour teacher she was preoccupied with her year book stuff and
just said yes. I went to my second hour teacher a
nd he gave me a hard time and told me that I had to come to his class
everyday or he would fail me. My last two teachers didn't ask why because
I was on the verge if crying. So I left the school not knowing when I was
going to be able to go back. I then proceeded on trying to find a job. I
had to try to find a job that paid more than minimum wage. One of my
friends told me that I could make 6.35 an hour working at her job and I
thought to myself that would be the best pick. So I went and applied to
the job for a full time job except for the hours between 10 am to 12 pm. I
got the job! I was ecstatic. I started tomorrow. After the training went
by I had had a steady 8 hour day 7 days a week job making 355 almost 156
dollars a week. After one month I had earned 1422.40 cents. I thought that
my task it possible, but the worst happened. My mom took a turn for the
worst. She couldn't stay awake anymore. They told me that she was very
close to going to sleep and never waking up. I had a ta
lk with my mom after they had told her the news. I sat beside her and just
sat there listing to her talk. I didn't care that she was going on about
absolutely nothing I was just glad that she was alive for that time being.
I just sat there, knowing that her time was coming to an end. Then all the
sudden she said to me " Ryan, I love you with all my heart. Be strong for
your little brother." I replied as fast as I could back, " Mom I love you
so much and I did try." With all the strength she had left she said,"I
Know son, I'm very proud of you." After she muttered those words it was
over. She was gone. She was gone I couldn't belive it I was devastated. I
started to scream. That's all I could do. I screamed at myself, I knew
that I could have prevented her death, but that didn't matter at all. No
it didn't matter one bit. I knew she was gone.. I cried all the way home.
I didn't want to leave her, but I had to drive back home and tell my
little brother. I told him. He seemed not to move
, totally in shock. I told him I was sorry and I tried. All the sudden he
yelled at me saying how it was my fault and how I should have done better.
All I could do was sit there and take it. It wasn't his fault. They
shouldn't have left it all for him to do. It wasn't fair, expecting one
person to do all that. If it failed, if they didn't succeed, they'd blame
him. But it was his fault.
Senders_Name: Samantha Silva
Senders_Age: 16
Senders_Location: Alamogordo
Story Starter 2G
RestOfStory: The floorboard creaked.
By stepping along the edge of the wall he was trying not to make a noise,
but still this one creaked.
He froze and remained motionless for over a minute, listening for any
sound from the room at the end of the corridor..."
Silence filled the room once more, as thick and tangible as it had been
before his disturbance. It felt heavy on him, like the darkness of this
hall that, he knew, couldn't be peirced with light of any sort.
He began again, his hands sliding along the filthy wall, his feet
shuffling slowly towards that dark door. His eyes ached for light and his
body for sustenance. He wanted so badly to be submerged in water; a pool
that would glitter as he looked up through it's overwhelming layers. And
he would watch with pleasure as the dirt of this place, the grime, all
floated off of him, going to the surface. It wouldn't cling to him with
the ferocity that it did now; invading his nose and making him gag
periodically, fixing itself to his skin and maddening him.
His hand gripped the slimy doorknob, slipping off the first try. Whe he
tried it again, his hand froze, as he thought of what, who might be behind
this door. Would it be ruin, or reward? Pain, or pleasure?
He opened the door and his eyes tasted the intense light as the dream
faded and he found himself awakened in a maddeningly white place, dressed
in clothes to match. He found himself frightened by a new realization; no
pool, however deep, would wash him clean. He was impossibly dirty. He knew
this though the room smelled like citrus, though he, himself smelled of
the expensive cologne his wife had bought for him once and that the nurses
now, each day, religiously put on him after bathing him.
His teeth began to grind as he struggled against his restraints. Once, he
had scrubbed his flesh till it bled, and each morning he awoke with the
urge to do it again. He felt impossibly dirty... and yet he knew, had
always known, how to get clean.
Life had made him dirty, and so death would cleanse him. It was this final
attempt at cleanliness that landed him in the life he lived then; which
was really no life at all... staring up at the white, white ceiling.
He began to squirm once more, the dirt on his flesh making his skin crawl.
Senders_Name: Samantha Silva
Senders_Age: 16
Senders_Location: Alamogordo
Story Starter 2A
RestOfStory:
She whipped around, her eyes resting on the most frightening figure she'd
ever seen.
It was dark, and the lights from her truck shone through the bushes,
framing the man in a frightening halo of light. He stood in such a way
that his body was bent at severe angles, leaning to one side with the
weight of the blade in his right hand. He turned his face slightly to the
right, squinting in the light as he attempted to pull the blade higher.
She saw the features of his face in those moments: stange and bestial...
scared and cruel.
She was frozen in place, staring at him unabashedly as if under the
influence of some terrible spell. He had all the time in the world to lift
his weapon higher, to prepare to strike...
It glinted off the harsh light behind him, and the brief flash brought her
back to reality. A small croak of a scream escaped her throat as she began
backing away from him, fear apparent in her wide eyes. She fell again over
the hogtied man; her fall narrowly preventing her from being impaled by
the blade.
She scrambled to her feet and took off running, tears in her eyes as she
pressed her weight forward on trembling legs. Blindly she ran, and numbly
through the field thriving with plant life that came just before a dense,
intimidating forrest. She tore her skin on bramble, and fell on the sharp
rocks numerous times, but she felt nothing but fear surging through her.
Finally, she came to an abrupt stop at the forrest's edge, sliding
slightly as if stopping herself before she fell from a cliff. She began to
weep more fiercely as her racing mind turned the numerous outcomes over in
her mind; whatever she chose now, she would be facing the horror of
nature.
She turned from the woods, deciding to look back and evaluate the
situation-- but he was right behind her, his bulky knife held clumsily at
her throat before she could force a scream. His own trembling caused
crimson tears to stream down her neck. Clenching her eyes shut, she
decided to make one last, desperate move. She stepped to one side, hoping
only to escape the scraping of the rusty blade, if only for a moment. He
followed suit, stepping to the opposite side, his blade following her
white neck like a viper would a mouse.
She stepped away again, this time backwards, her back resting against a
splintered tree. He stepped forward. She moved to the side, and he
followed once more, this time knocking her to the ground, pushing her with
his weapon; it all felt , to her, like the climax to some awful dance.
She tasted pennies in her mouth as a deeper darkness than she had ever
known passed over her eyes.
Senders_Name: Samantha Silva
Senders_Age: 16
Senders_Location: Alamogordo
Story Starter 1C
RestOfStory: It struggled at first, flitting awkwardly through the air on
long idle wings. But it wasn't long before he was soaring comfortably
through the air, as if things had always been this way.
The old man, however, paid no attention to this. He was only happy to be
rid of the loud, annoying creature that his wife was always fussing over
as if it were a small child.
When the old woman came home, she was carrying armloads of groceries for
all three of them. Upon entering the house, she noticed immediatly that
the bird was missing. She shot a questioning look at her husband, who sat
unaffected on the couch, his eyes glued to the tiny telivision screen set
directly in front of their tattered sofa.
She set the bags down and ran her dark, wrinkled fingers against the
cage's open door, her fingers smoothing across it as gingerly as if it
were an empty cradle, the baby crawled out and disappeared.
A solitary tear slipped from her eye. She'd had that bird since it was an
egg. She'd kept it warm and watched it hatched. She'd saved up enough
money to buy it a gorgeous cage... and now it was gone.
The window, too, was open. She wondered how long ago the bird had flown
away? Maybe it was still outside, perched in her tree? She gathered her
sagging skirt, pulling the long folds up to her waist, and stepped outside
in her dark boots, her heels clicking against the rotting wood of the back
porch.
She said nothing to her husband, and he seemed not to notice whether she
entered or exitted a room. But when she had left, he looked after her,
where she had been, like a child himself, neglected by a mother who favors
another child.
It didn't take her long to find the little bird outside. She had only to
wander a little ways before finding it struggling along the ground, it's
wings too long idle and too unpracticed to fly too far as of yet. She
scooped it up gently and her face grew warm as she looked down at it...
and yet the tears still came.
She blinked them away as she lifted the bird higher into the air, giving
him just the boost he needed to fly further from home. She knew it was
time to let go: time to let go of a lot of things.
Senders_Name: Samantha Silva
Senders_Age: 16
Senders_Location: Alamogordo
RestOfStory: They were inward rather than outward, louder
within his mind than in his ears. He thought that, perhaps, it was all in
his head, that his paranoia, his running through this random forest in
fear, in that initial rush of adrenaline hadn't been such a good idea.
He wanted so badly to quiet these voices, growing in number and volume
that he decided to speak himself. The moment he opened his mouth, he was
washed in a warm tingling of silence.
"I... killed a man today."
The blood was still on his hands, and the man's face imprinted freshly in
his mind. And with this short confession and the realization of the pain
and death he brought forth on another, the voices refused to speak. That
was always how it worked. And yet, every man dead felt like the first.
Every man that fell breathless at his hands made his body sick and his
eyes water, made the voices begin their whispering; that incessant
whispering that would turn into mindless screams all too soon.
This time was no different than all the other times... and yet somehow it
was. The silence he was bathed in tortured him then more than the most
blood-curdling screams. This was it, the night he realized that the person
he wanted to be was not the person he saw in the mirror that morning: the
person he had always believed he was had never been the sort to accept
money for murder and yet, for years, that had been his way of life.
There's something strange that happens when all you've been, all you
thought you were suddenly falls away; when the mirror shatters, and all
that you've known shatters with it. It's a loss of identity, but a gain of
self. It's something so terribly euphoric, so bittersweet that it's hard
to decide whether you want to weep or laugh until your gut hurts. It's in
realizing yourself, and finding your purpose, and in finding happiness in
the menial.
It's in knowing that all that you've done and all that you will do means
nothing. The world keeps spinning. People live, and that is their joy;
people die, and that is their end. The most you can hope for is that
someone takes note of you, that you can leave a mark somehow. Is that why
he felt compelled to mark on the tree he was cradled in? Is that why his
blood stained knife carved the words before his mind could comprehend what
his hand was doing?
The tree seemed to be bleeding the words, knowing there was no bandage for
this wound. "I was here. Don't forget me."
The voices never returned after that night. The man who exited the tree
that next morning was not the same that had crawled wretchedly in the
night before. His eyes were cold and his face hard. He ran his hand
against the bloody tree, spreading his own blood over his own desperate
words, foreign to him now.
Life now ran cold under tough brown skin, words of reason, desperation, or
emotion blurred with blood and entirely unrecognizable to the conceiver of
such words.
Senders_Name: A. Smith
Senders_Age: 15
Senders_Location: knoxville
Story Starter 2A
RestOfStory: Obviously, Bega was terrified. She tried to think of who or
what could be behind her because she was too afraid to look. The first
thing she thought of was a mad-axe murderer. But that would be too
obvious. The next thing she thought of was a man in a banana suit. A less
obvious choice, but quite clearly an object that brings extreme terror,
especially when he is holding a machine gun. The third thing she thought
of was that the man had gotten a facelift previously to being tied up. As
it turns out, both the second and third things were true. The banana began
to talk. He said, "Hi, my name is Joey. What's yours? Does this banana
suit and machine gun make me look scary?" Bega, the girl this story is
clearly about, said, "Actually it makes you look like an idiot in a banana
suit with a machine gun, and it also makes you look a little fat. My name
is Bega by the way." Now, if you ever meet anyone with a machine gun, I
would not recomend calling them an idiot or
calling them fat because they have the power of ending your life. Now
Bega's intelegence was quite a bit less than average, so she did not
realize this. Most people in society would use the term "extremely stupid"
to describe her, but this is not politically correct, so I will refraim
from using the term. Anyways, the man in the banana suit was really
offended and got pretty angry with her for calling him fat. He did not
even think about her unsual name which happens to mean "bee's head" or the
consequenses of his actions. He just shot her. Unfortunately for him, or
possibly fortunately, he forgot that his machine gun was a toy machine
gun. In any case, Bega did not die, which is really a shame because she is
really quite annoying. The man tied up had been sitting there the whole
time with a terrified expression on his face. Although it could have been
one of surprise. The the man in the banana suit turned to him. The man
tied up became so instantly terrified and surprise
d that he had a heart attack. The heart attack was the result of years of
poor dieting because he had an eating disorder and the stress of the
situation was too much for him to take. He didn't actually look fat, but
he had been. He had recently had lyposuction and a facelift. Also the fact
that he was gay led to both the eating disorder and the facelift. But
alas, the man was dead, and their is nothing we can do about that. Bega
then run screaming off for no particular reason, but we can assume that it
is because she is extremely stupid, or as we will now be saying "her
intelegence was quite a bit less than average." And when I say quite a bit
I mean quite a bit. She saw a cliff in the distance. She decided it would
be a great ending to a story if she ran off the cliff, so that is what she
did. She didn't even realize that no one was wathing her and that this was
not the end of the story. Also, she is not the main character of the
story, as I previously said, so I guess I
lied. This is all because of her intelegence level. Now only the so-called
Joey, the guy in the banana suit, was left. As it turns out, Joey was
lying about his name. His name was really Steve, but since he was
traveling incognito, he changed his name to Joey. Joey really had no idea
what to do. He decided it would be a good idea to bury the dead guy.
However, the dead guy's ghost thought otherwise. He wanted to stink up the
world with his gross decaying smell. He had a really messed up sense of
humor. So when "Joey" decided to bury the dead guy, the ghost got angry
and made scary noises. Joey thought, "Well, thats a scary noise," and
continued working. The scary noise didn't really hurt the so-called Joey,
and since there's no such thing as ghosts, it couldn't hurt "Joey."
Shortly afterwards the scary noise stopped and Joey wondered if he had
even heard it. The non-existant ghost went off to live a non-existant box
and cry non-existant tears because it didn't exist. I
t is truly hard to live a life without existing, and the ghost that didn't
exist didn't live a very full non-existant life. It was mostly full of
boxes and tears that didn't exist. Well after that the so-called Joey
known by all but a few as Steve, had the sudden urge to row around the
world in a rowboat with a corpse, which is by all means one of the
strangest sudden urges I have heard of, although dressing up in banana
suits with a fake machine gun and using the name Joey is a close second.
This guy had some wierd sudden urges, and he followed up on most of them.
He probably should have seeked profesional help with this problem, but
every time he tried, he had the sudden urge not to seek professional help.
Unfortunately he had recent buried the only corpse he knew. Also he didn't
have a rowboat and not within 1000 miles of the sea he had several
mountain ranges to cross if he wanted to go there. And then there was the
problem of dragging the rowboat and the corpse all this w
ay. He would probably get tired and the corpse would get smelly. In any
case, he dug up the corpse, stole a rowboat from a nearby pond, and drug
them across several mountain ranges until he reached the sea. He was
nearly dead by the time he reached the sea. He never thought twice about
attempting to go around the world in a rowboat while half dead. He got
into the boat with the corpse and has never been seen or heard from since.
There are rumors that he a non-existant ghost living with another non-existant
ghost in a non-existant box. At first they both had non-existant hard
feelings towards each other, but they have since worked them out. Athough
that is all rumor, not necessarily truth. This is the end of the story. A
story, I might add, where absolutely nothing important happened and a
number of people died. Bega, if you were wondering, did not turn into a
non-existant ghost because she was extremely stupid, or wait, "her
intelegence was quite a bit less than average."
The ghost society that didn't exist didn't want her as a ghost because of
her intelegence level, and anyways her intellegence level did not allow
her to realize that she is non-existant anyways, and becoming a non-existant
ghost was all to much for her little non-existant brain. Anyways, if I go
on much farther, you will be bored out of your minds, which I expect you
are already anyways, but in any case, I need to stop. So the story ends
here. THE END.
Senders_Name: Turner, Sherri
Senders_Age: 15
Senders_Location: AHS
Story Starter 2J
RestOfStory: Fear took hold of her and she ran from the shop. The girl
could hear footsteps behind her so she speeds up. So do the footsteps. She
runs even faster until she can hardly breathe and still the footsteps
follow her. The girl decides to hide in the alley ahead so as she passes
it she ducks into it.
Breathing heavily, she feels her rapid heart beat and ragged breathing
continue to go up. As soon as she feels it is safe to leave her hiding
space, she does. Stepping out of the shadows of the alley she looks around
cautiously.
Suddenly, something pops up in front of her. After screaming out of
fright, the girl takes a closer look. The thing that scared her is a boy
about her age, but he seems to be transparent. The boy explains that the
owner of the book shop had murdered him. The boy was following the girl so
she could tell the police and have the man arrested.
The girl does as the boy asks and leads ten policemen to the book store.
The murderer is arrested after telling where the boy's body is. The girl
sees the boy's dead body before some men take it away. As his body is
being taken away, the boy thanks the girl for her help.
Senders_Name: Turner, Sherri
Senders_Age: 15
Senders_Location: AHS
Story Starter 1A
RestOfStory: When this man walked inside, he was greeted with a rousing
cheer. Thousands of people were cheering for him, but why? The man held up
a hand to stop the cheering and it worked. Then he asked his question.
"Why do you cheer for me? I know nought of this or of any of you?"
A royaly garbed person standing by the open doors answered his queries,
"You are our king, sire."
"King, but how?"
"You resemble him," the minstrel explained pointing at a tarnished statue
standing in the middle of the wide crowd.
"If that is a statue of a king, why has it not been cleaned? Should it not
look like gold?"
"But that is the reason it has not been cleaned your highness, because of
that. The tarnished look is why we cherish it so much. Our king was
indescribable. He helped the people and made life great for everyone. He
was a king would be at the front lines of a battle instead of directing
his men while hiding at the very back of them. One day he was killed by a
terrible sickness that swept our lands. In tribute to him, we made a
statue and placed it in the center of his palace courtyard. Now we believe
he has returned in you."
"He sounded like a wonderful king, but what if I am not he? How can you be
sure I am not an impostor?"
"There is a question the king would ask of everyone and it became
well-known throughout his kingdom. We'll ask you that question."
"What is the question?"
"A building is burning and people are inside. Do you save one sibling or
five strangers?"
The crowd awaited his answer with baited breath.
"I would save five strangers because I know that my sibling would
understand and would have done the same for me," the man replied calmly.
"Our king has returned!" the royaly garbed person declared in a loud
voice.
The man had traveled the world to seek his fortune. In a way, he had found
it.
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