Sraux loved collecting treasure and having all of the richest in the world. As a dragon he found it extremely easy to acquire what he needed. Those incompetent fools who called themselves humans had nothing on him. With his 500 foot height, extreme strength, the ability to breath fire, and a tail that could send one of those human scum out of the universe, Sraux was unstoppable. He was only 1 of his kind though, being the only dragon in the world. The humans called “scientists” had been trying to figure out how Sraux could exist. Dragons were only supposed to be myths, tales only found in children books. But now humans had real proof, dragons were actually real things. Scientists scramble to find out more; Sraux had already had an infamous record of 50,000 humans killed, but in the last couple weeks, there were 0 reported sightings of him. Sraux sat in his dungeon, thinking to himself, what life would be. His dungeon was basically a bridge between the “normal” boring world, and an extraterrestrial, magical world.
Hannah loved fortune telling. She was rumored around the country to be one of the most accurate fortune tellers in all of humankind. Hannah was proud to be rumored the best in the world and really was, she helped her friends figure out what school tomorrow might be like Mr. Crawford yelling at them about not being able to shut up for 30 minutes or them receiving their first ever A+’s or telling her mom when to go early to a store to be the first and get the greatest deals. Hannah knew she was good at it, but she never expected the president of the United States to personally call her from her personal phone and ask her to come to the White House for a meeting. The phone lit up with a red screen and bold black words flashing “CRITICAL.” “Hello?” Hannah said into the phone in a questioning tone as she nervously bit her nails. “Hello,” a calm cool voice said as it emanated out of the phone. The first thing Hannah thought of was a scene in a James Bond movie where the assassin held a weapon to someone’s head, but James Bond knocked him out.
Pamplonitian was an interesting empire. The king, King the Fearless, was an abominable, annoying person. He had the peasants do everything for him including having them humiliate themselves in front of the public for the king’s pleasure. It was rumored by the citizens that the king had ordered the peasants to construct a large red door inside the palace walls that was full of mythical monsters that could surround citizens instantly in a large green force field that would kill anyone on touch and emitted freaky pictures of a demon with a bloody chainsaw and kept them there until the king ordered their release. The citizens were obviously terrified of such a weapon that could be used to control them like the king’s puppets on a string. Some people in Pamplonitian had suggested rebelling against such cruel ideas, but were quickly told to shut their mouth before they got killed
Grabble carried a candlestick as he crept along the top of the roof of the house where 4 people had been killed with a flash of red light. As he came closer to the skeletons on the roof, the roof he was standing under fell right beneath his feet and Grabble let out a blood curdling screech as he fell through the 3rd floor and into a woven basket made of spiderwebs. There was a howl of wind which rustled the spider in the tree next to the house and it awoke climbing in to take a good look at the creature stuck in its basket. “So,” the spider said in a gravely drawn out whisper as it climbed over the cat sleeping in a floating chair, “you want to be the next person don't you?” “w-w-w-what,” Grabble stammered as he looked at the spider in a terrified manner, “what do you mean?” Grabble saw a flash of light and fell through a hole. Grabble blinked and woke up in what seemed like a completely new world…
There were always noises coming from the port. It was sometimes loud but it was mostly just the screech of a rusted old crane ready to fall in the water at one light flick, and the bang of 50 hammers hitting the hull of a ship being constructed. It had just been a few days since the strange Captain Troy had appeared with a fully intact pirate ship that was said to be sunken in history books. It looked very real, although when scientists and historians tried to approach Captain Troy and ask if they could inspect the ship or take it to put it in an archive/museum, he would always turn his back to them and do some very rude things before telling them to go away. Today was the darkest and gloomy day it had been since Captain Troy had arrived. People thought they saw 1 pair of blazing white eyes staring at them with a lantern, and an echo came off the wall that sounded like, “is it him, him him him him…” The citizens in Kolumpo dismissed it as their brain having the fondest imagination in their whole life, but they really wondered if something bad would happen. Just then, the sky exploded with rain, and the eyes of citizens who thought they imagined came down upon them and surrounded them. Lightning crashed into the ground and the thunder was deafening. Everywhere people screamed as some dropped unconscious with blood pouring in the direction of the port. The rain was blinding, tons of water being poured onto Kolumpo made it impossible to see, and now they felt like they were surrounded in a hot white bubble with a strobing lantern. A gravelly drawn out whisper thundered, “bring them to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.” The ghost half carried, half dragged their captives to the ancient pirate boat. Some defiant people were shouting, “I KNEW THAT CAPTAIN WHATEVER HE IS WAS WEIRD.” The voice said again, “I would advise all of you to shut up unless you want to be killed.” It made people quiet down immediately leaving a ghostly silence except the bobbing of the boat on the water and the ocean slamming onto the coastline.
Amber thought she lived a normal life working at a normal job, and having a normal home. Everything turned upside down when she found a bag on the floor of her office floor with a tag on it that said, “Guard This With Your Life.” Amber was obviously confused by what the message meant as she picked it up and placed it on her desk. The bag seemed very ominous to Amber as she studied it. She wondered if she should call the police, but decided it was an unwise choice given that police would take it and the bag told her to protect it with her life.
“My long lost brother, it’s good to see you again.” That was the text Tom received from an unknown phone number that originated from Zurich, Switzerland.
Alex felt weird when he went to sleep… “ALEX!” his mom yelled, “Get out of bed, it’s almost time to go to school.”
“Alright, fine,” he groaned even though no one would hear it.
As Alex got out of bed he seemed to feel like he was being pulled very faintly by things. It was the same exact feeling you got when you held onto a magnet and tried to prevent it from hitting a metal surface.
“What is happening?” Alex asked as he felt himself jerk involuntarily towards the window, which had a magnet attracting metal twisted into bars. As Alex tried to resist, he found himself being pulled into the wall, screaming as he slammed into it, and hearing an ear splitting crunch coming from his face. Alex continued to scream like a crying baby as his mom rushed up the stairs and saw what happened. She let out her own blood curdling scream and asked, “What happened? Why is your nose all swollen and bleeding?”
“I don’t know, I just got pulled towards the wall by something invisible,” Alex said, obviously scared about that flow of blood.
It was a quiet ghastly night in Windrixville when a green bolt of air appeared suddenly and left with a loud crack as it hit him directly in the face. A figure in black glided away silently camouflaged against the night. “911, what is your emergency? Do you need police, paramedics or firemen?” A surprisingly bored 911 dispatcher said into the phone. “Um, I found a very old male lying flat on the ground,” A femaline voice replied. “Is he responsive or unresponsive?” The 911 dispatcher asked. “Unresponsive, sir.” “Ok, police and paramedics are arriving at the scene as we speak” As Sarah waited for the telltale sound of a siren or the sight of flashing lights, the old man woke up with a crazed look in his eye. He instantly got to his feet with a kind of style Sarah had never seen before. It was like he had just twisted 90 degrees on his feet to stand upright. “Did you call the police,” he echoed. “DId you?” “W-Why, yes I did,” Sarah replied. “Why would you!” The old man asked angrily. He suddenly lashed out at Sarah with a chop to the stomach, making Sarah double over before sending a sweeping kick to the legs to knock her down. Sarah, who had 5 lessons in defensive combat, rolled over on the sidewalk, getting dog poop smeared on her pants by a careless owner who had neglected to pick it up.
We are not invisible, we exist. Water and the howl of the fierce wind beat down on Sam like hammers. Sam walked down the side of a pristine street, while expensive looking cars drove past.. Next to the street was a dirt path that turned into a small stream after a heavy rain that only happened in Pamplona. Sam had to step through it to go through town because if he stepped on the road, he could be arrested. The poor people lived like they were still in the 20th century, while the people who could afford luxury, lived in the futuristic, past-human ability world. Sam stared in awe at a levitating car, where a father wearing a purple silk robe, that was caked with muck, and holding a wand was making the car float while his son sat in the backseat screaming with joy. One day Sam thought to himself, I would have a wand and be able to send spirits throughout the world.
It was a bright orange morning in New York City at 6 A.M. The rays of the morning sun filled the streets and reflected off the windows of tall buildings. This morning was unlike other mornings. The sun’s rays were extremely bright and blinding, wherever you looked towards the sun, it felt as though your whole body, especially your eyes, was going to explode. It was also extremely cold, like around -20 degrees, which made ice appear on every conceivable surface, including your own breath. It made breathing through your nose unbearable as though you were eating a mint and the world’s hottest chili at once. Having a runny nose on a normal day was bad enough, but to have one when it was super cold, it would freeze the snot on your face. That left Zoriko in a foul mood as he glided across the street on his board.
It was like any other day in Gerrard's Local Liquor store. Only it wasn’t going to be a normal day. The door banged open more violently than usual, although most of the gung-ho teens that entered the store liked pushing the door wide open with excessive force. A figure clad in dark clothes and was about 6’ 5” rushed in and pulled out a weapon. “Put your damn hands up mister,” the figure said mischievously as he went around back and forced Gerrard Grif to the floor. Gerrard just laid there in shock as the thief went through the cashier and took the tips jar.
It has turned into 3224. It has literally turned into a tech giant world. The Earth is basically no longer suitable for human life. History textbooks in class would clearly tell you that life a millennia ago would have been considerably much better than now. If only there was school. A few centuries ago the world had turned basically fully automatic, with robots/machines being able to do basic tasks like never before. But one day a person named Earl Gerogriv had come along and made robots that could basically take over the world. Soon enough it became reality. Humans were pushed out of society and forced to live in other places. Robots had said that humans were no longer fit to run the Earth responsibly, and if you thought about it, it was actually a very valid point. There were natural disasters of magnitudes like never before, carbon emission levels were at mind boggling levels, animals were almost all extinct, and the Amazon forest was now one of the world’s largest cities. Zach woke up. Everyday was just basically an endless cycle of boredom, unless you went outside or you had enough money to buy technology, but that in itself was hard to come by. Everyday you saw robots going around, their mission to trying to restore the Earth’s ecosystems and keep it in pristine order.
Illy was aroused from his sleep. He couldn’t explain what it was, but something woke him up and he laid in bed there, just staring into the darkness, the feeling of increasing dread rising up through him until he felt like he was being surrounded by something. Illy was nervous. He couldn’t fall asleep. He tried closing his eyes and moving to a comfortable position, but he felt as though something was going to go down. Just then, the wind howled, which shook the trees and caused the branches to whack the window repeatedly. Illy let out a soft scream and hid under the covers.
Just like the famous novel Harry Potter, only much more deadlier, a famous national news company stated 50 years later. Chase was a person who somehow gained magical powers. He wasn’t sure how he did it, but it happened. All he knew, the first memory of his life was someone with a very long stick flashing very bright lights at it. He had recently crafted a magical potion and had wanted to test it. He drank it… His body was literally ripped apart, Chase was struggling to breath and he slowly collapsed, with a crowd of people gawking at him, unsure of what to do, as green stuff was oozing out of his mouth.
It was 1326 A.D. How relatively short of a time it is before 2023, huh? Jamal ran down the stone paved road in leather shoes that were well past what people would think of as worn shoes. With cracked leather that had gaping holes in places and buckles that barely worked, it made any physical movement at all extremely hard. As he chased his friend, he attempted to throw a pebble the size of a small potato, but lost his footing, stumbled over the strap of his shoes and fell to the ground with a loud thud. Given it was made a solid stone, it had to hurt. “Arghh,” Jamal said, as he cursed under his breath and attempted to stand up. It kinda pained his knees to do so, but Jamal thought he was alright. His friend walked up to him and stood there. He pointed down at Jamal’s knee and as Jamal looked down, he saw a small gash that was trickling blood. “Nothing that serious.” Jamal grabbed a small piece of cloth, and held it to his knee. But before he could, Jamal noticed shaking. It was increasing in magnitude as he just stood there, trying to comprehend what on earth this might be. Just then the ground shook so hard it knocked Jamal and his friend off his feet. They both yelled in surprise as they fell to the ground onto their hands. A loud boom echoed through the valley, and over the hill Jamal saw something terrifying. A wall of magma was flowing towards them at astonishing speeds. Jamal picked himself up and grabbed his friend. “We need to go NOW,” Jamal yelled in a sense of urgency, as he ran as fast as he could. Adrenaline pumped through him as he ran as fast as he could. “Faster, Faster,” he thought he heard himself saying as he was surrounded in a wall of ash
Mary woke up with a start, she felt groggy, and tried to turn sideways into a more comfortable position, so she could get more sleep. Except when she did that, she felt as though she was hanging precariously off a cliff, about to fall off. Mary yelped, and jumped backwards even though she was still laying down. It was an odd sensation to be flying through the air sideways, but it was a whole lot better than your brain telling you that you felt like you were hanging off a cliff into certain doom. Given that Mary’s bed was only 5 feet wide, she ended up on the other side of the bed. Except for feeling like she was going to fall off the edge, she was actually in danger of falling off the edge. Mary gave another involuntary yelp and learning from her previous mistakes, only rolled over slightly. Mary had the same feeling of falling as she laid on her side, and took a few moments to try to understand what was happening, before snapping up and looking at herself. Mary tried to scream, but no words would come out
Tim *cough* I meant Mit, lived a very odd life. For some reason, it always seemed to be the opposite day for him everyday. Most kids at his previous and the school he was in now seemed to find his knack of not saying the right thing funny. Although in 1 particular year, Mit *cough* I mean Tim, had a teacher who found no amusement in Mit’s supposed jokes, even though Mit tried his best to answer correctly. He never seemed to. It got so frustrating, 1 day, as he walked from school to home, he threw his backpack on the ground and broke down in front of his mom.
It was an absolutely tarnishing sight. The air was filled with the smell of decaying bodies as scavenger species picked away at the dead bodies. It might have been a very odd occasion in 2023, but in 3053, it wasn’t at all. The people of Macedonia found it a normal occurrence though, often walking through bodies of dead people lying on the street, wondering who was going to be next. They lived under constant fear, as was which the ruler wanted. The ruler was a tyrannical man, who even in the higher circle that surrounded him, his party whispered behind his back that he was a crazy man who didn’t deserve his position. Killing people was his favorite past-time activity. The population started dropping, birth rates decreased, and people started reminiscing when better times would come.
The sound of a screeching doorbell that had been years past its replacement date rang, causing the house cat to yowl and scamper onto Gerald’s bed. Gerald snapped up from his stupor, sitting in a chair, tapping a pencil, wondering when his friend would come. Gerald walked downstairs slowly, embarrassed that his doorbell could make you cringe and cover your ear. “Hey,” Gerald said, waving for his friend to come in, “took you long enough.” “What is that supposed to mean?” Gerald's friend asked. Gerald stuttered, “I-I mean, uhh, nevermind.” They sat down and spent the next few hours playing games… Gerald’s friend, Asher, stood up, and took in a whiff of air. The scent that Asher took in was unbearable, it could make you feel insanely dizzy and your legs felt like jello. “What is that smell? It smells like burning paper and sulfur, along with a very sweet scent.” Asher fell back onto the couch, and took loud breaths, as if he could just remove all of the air in his lungs and refill it with fresh, uncontaminated air.
As an American tourist visiting a region I have never been to before, it was definitely very confusing to be on the other side of the world, exploring new cultures. One of the weirdest things I saw while at the Acropolis was a stray cat. It had weird delicate features. With orange fur that was striped with black and white, it was like a tabby and also like a tiger that got shrunk and domesticated. The Acropolis was a structure made of limestone, and as I walked up the stairs, it was evident that the building had undergone a lot of chemical weathering. There were dark blotches, the limestone was very jagged and rough…
If only I could talk, Greb, a random tree thought to himself. The fox that was bounding across the mud sodden ground, with blades of wet grass brushing against his fur stopped, which made him trip over his own feet and land on his face. The fox clawed the mud out of his face and looked up at the tree in complete bewilderment. “You can talk?” the fox said slowly as he studied the tree. He then grew embarrassed and said, “I probably wasn’t supposed to reveal I could talk, but given that you can talk, I’m sure you aren’t illiterate given that you can talk.” “Well, yes I can indeed, and it is nice you think I’m not stupid, unlike some other 2 legged animals that show displeasure to me.” The tree and fox stood there, staring at each other awkwardly, wondering who was going to do something next or what was going to happen next. “Um, er, okay.. I kinda have to go on my way now.”
It was a sensational feeling to be out of the grasp of the tireless conditions that the prisoners had to endure. Oscar was an innocent man, and he walked out as one. After 16 years at a labor camp in Romania, Oscar had been extradited to stand court in the U.S, where new shocking evidence showed that his twin brother was to blame for the murder of Abel Wortney, not Oscar. Oscar’s brother had committed the murder, and then used his brother a distraction to get away, and given that their DNA was similar if not the same, Oscar was blamed for the murder.
Tom was a shifty boy in Mississippi who loved to read. He had freckles, and his hair was so greasy, he went to the barber for an oil change. Tom loved to read, spending most of his time after school at the library, huddled in the corner with bean bags covering him, so he seemed invisible to the rest of the world. As Tom finished book after book, hours passed, and as Tom set off to find another book to read that fit his usual sad mood after his mom had passed, he found something weird. Tom peered into a bookcase, and found a mysterious book that looked like trees were growing on it. However when Tom picked it up to feel the book’s cover, it felt like a regular paperback book that had been taped together with string. He flipped over a few pages of the book, expecting to find a fabulous story typed in the straight, un fancy font of words, but he found blank page after blank page as he flipped through the book. Tom looked around in befuddlement, but then went back to turning page after page, seeing if he could see anything.
Lara worked as a part time UPS driver to earn some extra money on the side while she finished her last year of her master´s degree, majoring in biological engineering. As Lora walked to work, she texted her friend, ¨here comes another stressful day of work in 100 degree weather, where the air conditioner usually conks out when a scorching blow of heat and sand fly towards your face.¨ Even though it wasn't raining, it was common for Lara to turn on the windshield wiper to clear the sand accumulating, although her manager always complained of the scratchy windshield. As Lora fired text after text, she almost bumped into a person exiting Starbucks. It was an automatic instinct now, to get a large cap of highly caffeinated coffee with absolutely 0 toppings on top. After paying an outrageous $9 dollars for it, Lara found a big imposing box sitting in the middle of the doorstep before she entered the office building to report for work, although everyone seemed to disregard it. Even one of her co-workers, just stepped over it without a glance, as if she could only see it, and no one else could. Lara was confused, but her curiosity won out, and she picked up the box. It was surprisingly light, although she knew that in engineering, there are very lightweight materials that can be very resistant to pressure.
It was a bittersweet descent for Alexa. As the plane hit the runway. Alexa got ready to disembark, with a feeling of excitement and sadness to be leaving her old home behind. Alexa lived in New York for 14 whole years, and that was her only home, until she had to leave. Her friends had tried to convince her that Los Angeles wouldn’t be such a bad place. By buying a beachfront home, Alexa could feel the cool, humid, ocean breeze blowing over her skin, as she sipped a lemonade, with a freshly squeezed lemon on top, and an umbrella straw. Her friends had tried to convince her the view was amazing, the colorful orange pinkish sunset that was to die for, with palm trees and coconuts to sip from on the beach.
Air was too toxic to breath, but air being toxic enough to cause severe purple green rashes and burns was on a next level. It has hardly been 20 years since 2030, when energy was supposedly becoming a lot cleaner and cheaper to produce since it came from sustainable sources. But people in Macedonia had to wonder, why were mysterious confidential gray factories that looked like massive bubbles popping up everywhere. And now, 20 years later, it has finally been revealed. After one day when people woke up to burning throats and unbearable conditions, a top level agent at the main factory had finally leaked it, hating having to lie to everyone about what was going on, and being tired of being told to keep everything a secret. The government had nefarious plots, and they only used the excuse of using money to make green energy in order to cover up their true intentions, making more gas emitting machines that killed the Earth at a startling rate, only so high ranking government officials could live a good, carefree life.
The trees were huddled together. It was a different time of change in the world. After centuries of unsustainable human practices, it had finally caught up to us in a painful way. The far advanced technology that we took for granted had suddenly disappeared. It was something based on myth and fairy tales, not scientific reason. Technology couldn’t just disappear in a fraction of a second and plummet the world back into the Ice Age, as if some magical creature with complete and undivided control over humans had decided to finally punish humans. Scores of, if not 98% of humans had died in the first couple of being sent back to the Ice Age, unable to find shelter or clothing in time, being unable to find a “doctor” for medical assistance, killed each other in rivalries, or simply had a lack of food available to them. Even though humans were sent back to the Ice Age, it seemed that every other type of organism had been sent there too, evident by the oak trees that still had their brown orange leaves, even though it was basically freezing. Now, unlike the humans, the oak trees that were teleported to the Ice Age were able adapt quickly, letting them group together in order to protect each other.
Having lights is a thing that we take for granted. It’s part of our daily life, but if we ever encounter issues with it, especially if lights were to simply cease to exist, it would be like going through a car crash, flying out of the car, and flipping around 200 times. That’s what an underground city of Tenochtitlan had to live by. After a war that had ravaged every country off of the face of the Earth, the previously known United States had started a small colony of 10 people that eventually turned into a group of 678, as more underground post-war civilizations showed up, explaining that their bunkers didn’t have the necessary necessities to survive off of. A couple hundred years later, the governing body had almost changed into authoritarian rule, although it wasn’t quite that, as everyone got to lead, and make their own decisions that didn’t put anyone else in peril. The children thought differently because they were often at the bottom, even below the animals. Now the underground city was slowly running out of materials after 1000 years, and that had forced the adults to decide that it would soon be time to emerge
For being a supposed “state of the art” facility, the fireproof, waterproof, biochemical proof, and everything else proof hatch to get out and in of the almost 25 square mile underground city was surprisingly small and low tech, only letting 1 person go in and out. It was underwhelming to Jonah, who expected that such an advanced civilization would have something more flashy. Maybe a diamond encrusted, gold lined 20 square feet hatch would do the job, but it was a rusty mud splattered hatch. It took hours to unload everyone, the leaders not letting anyone take their belongings in case they quickly had to go back. Some people thought that bringing scouts to view what had happened was probably a better idea, but the president was adamant that going in numbers was probably for the better.
Puppets dominated what we did, it was an endless game of rivalry and mistreatment by the puppets. No one knew or even had a plausible theory to how puppets had materialized to become a living form, and overcome the few millions of humans that existed after a massive flood, to become the first non-human ruler of humans. It seemed the only people that the puppets seemed to get decently along with, and gave them luxuries were news reporters and scientists that specialize in the field of bioengineering. Unlike them, the normal people had to fight each other in a “tournament” for luxuries for their family, it was like the “Hunger Games,” but yet so different. Virox however, had plans to become more authoritarian, and he threatened that if anyone complained about the death trials, he would only pair children in these fights to punish the human population even though it was ever so slowly declining.
“What did you tell me?” “Sir, my lips are sealed.” Mads loved causing trouble, no matter how big or small it could be, he didn’t care if it exploded in his face. In an interview once with police after setting fire to a car which subsequently exploded, he had explained, causing trouble is my “flow,” it’s what I do, and I don't feel any guilt from it.” Obviously his cocky demeanor had rubbed the officers the wrong way, and 90% of their argument and evidence was based off of what he said, rather than real evidence. Given that Mads was a juvenile, they didn’t charge him to the full extent of the law. However he played the “good boy” card and got out easily after only 2 months.
Hey, I'm Stacey, and I thought I lived a very normal life until now. I had “normal” friends, who we cared about and hung out with, but occasionally had friend drama or arguments, we lived in the most average 2 story home. We even lived in the most normal neighborhood with overgrown lawns because nobody had the taste to waste their time mowing it. Or having to sign ridiculously long contracts that often had hidden messages within the boundaries of the text and having to deal with the consequences, after a 6 hour work day that often included being berated by the boss because they messed up another design. I even had 2 brothers that romped around the house and wrestled with each other which caused mom to place a “restraining leash” on both of them because they had already caused 30,000 is damages. I didn’t really mind that though, my parents always said it was simple money to them because we were so rich, but they had never explained to me how they sourced their income, until now. ..
After a small electrical fire that caused sewage and fresh water pipes to burst, flooding the entire basement level of the 223 year old school, an emergency evacuation was called. Slowly however, an enraged principal had realized that there would be much more to this, including having to answer waves of text after text of perplexed parents that tried to get a response, had released school early, due to the concern of structural damage. As Stacey left school, she had expected to find an email sent to her parents about the incident, but was surprised to find that nothing had been said yet. "Well, looks like grumpy bald guy had decided he had better things to do," Stacey mumbled to herself as she strolled down the street, kicking a nutella jar down the way she had to go. Once she arrived home, she noticed that the blinds were pulled and that it was pitch black in the front except in the back it looked like the sun had decided to crash into the Earth and park itself in her bedroom.
Maybe in a another life... We can have a hands on magic celebration to recognize you having your first cell phone. Your mom dared you to take a picture of a bird on a wire that is about to get electrocuted by a purple pillow with metal conductors in them. Don't tell the sleeping baby however, and answers are not allowed, given that she has a connection to birds stronger than the 2 strongest magnets put together. Hey, did you know the only reason your dad got you a phone was that he swiped one off the table and had an official receipt with a forged signature that was written by a pink highlighter to get by security. He is a very secretive man, preferring not to use the public trash cans, but instead carrying 2 sets of woven waste baskets to carry his own garbage. You know whenever you friends come along, they now there must be something more to this. Meanwhile... back at the house you older sister is angry at the sleeping baby for no good reason even though she did nothing because she forgot to take out the trash, and when mom yelled at her in public, she said "this is too embarrassing." Your sister said "now?" and then ran away looking at her reflection in her mirror, seeing the empty life she had ahead.
Keansburg, New Jersey was a small town, a measly population of 10,000 people which were mainly made up of descendants from the original 13 colonies that colonized America. The residents loved the peacefulness, and vastness of the land, where they had thought they could reconstruct the feel of the original settlers. It would have definitely offended their ancestors, as part of trying to live the life of the original settlers in America would have meant going through all the hardships. Although probably not the part where they caught diseases and died slowly as a result. Instead some residents of Keansburg had only been “acting” what their ancestors had done, while living in butt ugly log and wood “shacks” which was really a modern 2 story home covered with brown and grayish paint. It was definitely a good landing place for the aliens that had decided to stray close enough into Earth on the east coast of the United States to figure out about the interesting figures who called themselves humans and thought they dominated the kingdom of living things. As they landed during the first rays of sunlight that broke through the horizon, they were met with a crowd of 50 or so human beings. Even though the people of Keansburg had done a terrible job of trying to replicate the life of their ancestors, they had kept 2 things. The trait of being horribly racist and unwelcoming to newcomers. The aliens had known that most humans would probably be freaked out, or at the very least be uncomfortable of the new mysterious figures that stood before them, with bodies that their species had never seen before. The aliens had used technology to trick the human eye into thinking that they looked like humans, and their vehicle into a car, although it was a slightly large car as they had not perfected what human brains could comprehend.
Even though Sam was a drunk, he knew the movements he made were not his. He had been walking home from a pub after a few drinks and had a knife on him. Sam had an odd sensation from his arm and looked down, it felt like an electric shock and his hand was moving apart, when in fact it wasn’t. In the next second however, Sam’s hands had shot out of his pockets, grabbed his knife, and he had lunged at this man who was walking a few steps in front of him. “DIE,” he had whispered in a low, gravelly tone, and let go of the man who was lying dead in front of him. As Sam’s body was controlled to walk away, he had regained his normal self, and was surprised to find that he was as sober as ever. He hadn’t known he had killed somebody, but he knew he had been controlled. Sam shivered as chills ran down his spine, “who would do such a thing to me? What happened?”
July 5th
2016
Hey, I’m a massive fan of your work. Although chances are slim, I still hope you will at least give a glance to this document that I have spent days trying to make sure it gets to the recipient. I just want to congratulate you on your work of building an atomic bomb from scratch, and being a movie actor. For a smart nuclear physicist, you are also a great actor. Although I am a fan, I have sent this letter to you for the sole purpose that I have received confidential information like your social security number, bank information, and multiple dark secrets from your business dealings. I’m sure that you don’t want anyone to know.
Sincerely, Your unknown
As John Brick reads the letter, his level of nervousness is being thrown up a level. How do they know this about me? Who gave them this information? How private is my life? Tom picked up a piece of paper, took out a pencil out of his pocket, and started scribbling away.
July 6th
2016
Dear Mr or Ms. Unknown,
I am trying to respond to you as fast as I can, given that this matter is something that you and I should not take lightly, although my livelihood is being held on the line. I’m sure you know that the process of mailing letters isn’t necessarily the fastest way. I would be up for something more tech related, as it’s processing and sending is instantaneous, but you have not provided me with any addresses or numbers I could take to.
A family had disappeared. That’s the big bold bubbly words that stretched across the top of the newspapers. People were stumped. How could a massive family of 18 disappear without a trace, without any signs of tampering. All of the doors and windows are locked, bolted shut even. Worse of all, the house appeared completely sterile, dust and hair nowhere to be seen, except the pools of blood lying in and around the bathtub, leading the media to believe the family got tortured. Conspiracists even chimed in, like they always do, claiming that they had “credible” evidence that the U.S government kidnapped them for a secret experiment, or the Russians wanted to brainwash them in order to infiltrate American society and implant alien brains.
The kids rustled against the swaying leaves as they walked by, sunlight shooting through the trees into the ground. “Should we do it or not?” One of the kids said and stopped to give a hearty laugh without the fear of falling over their feet and face planting into a moss covered tree. “Of course we should,” The other kid said and laughed, not being bright enough to pause for a second to laugh, causing him to trip over the same moss covered tree root and face plant onto the muddy floor, painting the brighter kid in mud. Once both of the kids regained their footing and composure, they walked on, into the abyss. “WOW, what is that?” Both kids said in unison as they stared in bewilderment at what greeted them. “Better question dummy, how is it floating like that? If we could float like that, just imagine what we could pour on the principal without him knowing. We’re going to go down as the most successful pranksters in high school history.”
I am a curious woman, I roam the streets of New York, forever cursed to live upon the key which fits into the door of a rotted wooden shack in the forests of Central Park. Did I tell you that I’m a ghost? My name is Eleanor Rigby, and this will be my fate for eternity as long as time exists. The goddess of animate objects sent me into this world after I had slain 10 young children. She told me that as long as I stay faithful, I would get a second chance in life, and that’s why I have always watched people, the tourists, the business people, and the normal people who roam the streets. If I could help them I would, believe me, you wouldn’t believe the amount of sorrow I feel for other people, the ones I see that walk into trouble without knowing, and having their lives turned upside down. “HEY, Watch it! Don’t run into there,” I scream as I see a child run into the middle of the road and almost get pancaked by the infamous yellow taxi. To the vain attempts of my screaming, my words reverberate around me, although I could see no walls. Every time… I feel a sharp pain shoot through me, making me flutter around like a helpless butterfly. I just can’t help it, to see someone’s fate and not having the ability to warn them, to save them from the stress and grief of going through a struggle. “Stop trying to alter the ways of the Earth,” the goddess of animate objects, Aurora whispers to me as I spasm. “I can’t help it though,” I say, “Isn’t it a good thing to help people?” “Not like this, everyone has their ways.”
“Well at least we know…he does work well.” Jackson stood there, overhearing the conversation in the room over as he stared unblinkingly into the array of 64 by 64 monitors displaying the footage of over 10,000 hidden cameras throughout one part of the compound. There were 9 other “Jacksons,” built specifically to stand here for eternity…effectively spying on the population of Zion. Jackson wasn’t even a real human, not an organism that birth was given to, instead Jackson was made in a lab. He had real skin, and everything else a human had, he was just a modified human. His brain had implants in them to change the way he thought or did things, his eyes were mechanical in order to see the ruins around him, his ears were pieces of high-tech machinery, capturing every sound wave in the area and sending it into an analysis center. Hell, they even added technology that would harness his body’s energy in order to run the system inside of him, allowing Jackson to run forever without a recharge.
“If you’re going to yell, take it outside.”
Tom and Scott never got along ever since the game that split them apart. Tom was a hardhearted D1 football player and always bragged that he would be better than everybody else, even though that might not be true. Now, Tom had been proven wrong, especially since his brother had already been signed to a top-college while Tom was slaving away, trying to flex his accomplishments to a college. Scott had never considered that Tom would take it so personally, not knowing that his brother held a secret revenge plan, a plan that would require a $10,000 dollar hit and the cleaning of evidence.
Instead of being inside your walls, I live within your forests. I live within the Rocky Mountains with my trusty mountain lion. I found Bear one day as a cub 12 years ago, lying limp on the snowy bark of a fallen tree, a bullet hole evident in the side of his stomach. Being the “kind” lonely person I was, desperate for company, I took him with me and cared for him, until he eventually got better. I think back to the day I rescued Bear 12 years ago when he brings me a freshly killed deer or animal, wondering why he still stays with me, or why he still hasn’t eaten me yet? Is it because Bear feels like he has a lot to repay after I saved him, or is it because of the mutual trust and friendship that we have for one another and built up over the years? Better yet, can it be that Bear has always thought of eating me, but doesn’t because human meat doesn’t taste good? Even though I “tamed” Bear, he is still a wild animal, which constantly sends a sharp primal feeling of fear and wariness into my mind. I’m sure Bear can sense it, because emotions are a weird thing. “Good boy,” I say, snapping out of my thoughts. I gently untangle the mess of dead deer out of Bear’s mouth as I cut it up, cook it up, and give Bear a raw portion. “Tomorrow,” I exclaim, “We’re going to explore north and make camp a hundred miles away. My sources (eyes) tell me that we should encounter a village as I see the distinct smoke trails of a fire pit.
“I dunno, is it really a good idea to tell them.” “Charlene, you know it’s necessary, they have to be prepared for the move.” Jack and Evan Sandly got home, pounding the door, waiting for the chance to play the new Lego Fortnite. They had anticipated the event for days now, and even begged their mom to let them stay home and play the new update. However their mom had staunchly refused, saying that no game could be better than receiving education. At school, Jack and Evan were constantly stirring in their seats, gaining disapproval and even 3 detentions from their teachers. Now that they were home, every second they waited at the door seemed like an eternity. “Hurry DAD, hurry, we don’t have time,” shouted Jack as he pounded even harder. The door opened, and even though their father filled the entire doorway, Jack and Evan pushed past him, dropping their backpacks and slipping off their shoes while running. (Should be an olympic competition.) “Guys, we need to talk to you at dinner…”
The mist covered the moon as its waning light dissipated, allowing the first rays of the sun to break through the sky. By 9, the mist had still not let up, swirling strands of it tickled at your face, leaving a funny feeling that shot throughout your entire body…just if they knew what they were in store for. William woke up, and the plans made weeks before rushed back into his mind. It was a big day and it sickened him to think about it, and that he had to do it, but it still filled him with dread. Having to kill thousands, if not millions of people was probably for the better, he thought as he tried to reassure himself. The world was becoming too overpopulated, 12 billion people could never live successfully. It was either a terrible war in the near future, or causing some short term panic to decrease an unsustainable population. Why him though? There were tons of other agents that were more capable than William was to complete this task. William threw on a nice ironed suit and fastened on a tie, before grabbing his keys and heading outdoors.
Penny had a very strange, but special pen. It had been given to her upon birth by her grandpa, who had passed 7 weeks later. Penny found the pen to be magical, as it often did things that couldn’t ever be real. It occasionally talked to her, a ghastly whisper right before she slept, something that Penny never got over, even after it had been its thousandth time. “This pen brings you great fortune and danger Penny, be careful and wise for who you trust around it and who you use it against. You are given this pen because you are the only person who can be trusted around it, not your parents, which is why they never received this pen once in their life. Your name is part of the pen Penny, as the word pen is possessed within your name. You are the chosen one.” This made Penny feel important and dominant, but there was also a burning sense of fear and paranoia instilled within her brain. “Why me?”
“It’s my time ladies and gentlemen, remember, never lose hope.” That’s what Kai said to the crowd which had amassed as he stood beneath the massive hydraulic-like key, preparing himself to be crushed forever, to be dead, unable to see anyone, or anything ever again. This would be his last possible moment to ever see anything ever again. It was a depressing view for a last sight, Kai was trapped within a dull, gray, cavernous room, where the wall was lined with fellow creatures like him, all ready to replace his position the moment he dropped dead. Kai wasn’t the only one, in fact there were 103 other creatures standing on top of the plates that sent commands to the display instantly, trying its best to keep up with the gamer’s instantaneous commands. Some keys needed a replacement faster than others, sometimes at a rate of 120 times per minute. It really depended on the needs of the person clicking the keyboard above them, the spoiled idiot who had no idea what we had to go through in order to cater to their commands.
It was a baffling case. People’s pets were disappearing left and right, locked up or not locked up, during daytime or not during daytime. The most perplexing scene was when police were called to investigate the disappearance of a $5,000 French Bulldog after it had vanished in a bare room that had no windows and a locked door, a door which only one person (the owner) had the combination to. The police had already taken 17 reports and were expecting more to come, Long Beach was a major pet place.
The wind blew throughout the city as nightfall approached, making a whistling sound as it entered through the crack of the open window. The leaves rustled and branches fell, making an ever so quiet but audible crash in the distance. Tom shifted in his sleep with a loud snore, one that was instantly cut off by Brandon. “What the,” Tom whispered as he snapped awake, drawing the gun that had been clenched in his hand. “Calm down dummy, there’s no need to blast my head off, you gotta remember that we can’t get caught, especially by those robots.” “Oh right,” Tom said, “I didn’t mean to, just couldn’t help it. Brandon sat there, watching Tom return to sleep as he went over the plan they had been composing for the past week.
The city was bustling with activity, cars honked as they inched along in rush hour traffic, showing obvious displeasure at the people in front of them who drove slower than they liked. People were all about, packing the sidewalks as they attended to their business. A mom was walking her daughter to school, while an extremely harried man with a 3 piece suit and a briefcase strode pass, trying tenaciously to wipe a coffee stain off of his golden laced tie. The man didn’t even pass Riddle a glance as he walked past, apparently too preoccupied to notice a dirty man leaning against a tarp to the side of him. The child looked at him though, her eyes shown pity and wisdom, apparently older than she appeared to be. “Hi sir,” she said as she approached Riddle, wrenching away from her mom’s grasp, “How are you?” Before Riddle had a chance to speak, the girl was pulled away and hurried down the street. “Audrey,” exclaimed the mom, “Don’t approach filth like that.” Riddle looked longingly at her, his chance to finally have a conversation with someone disappeared, had he really seemed so inhuman to be called filth? He moved away from the opening in his mini cardboard home, hurt throbbing in his chest.