I drew my silver pointed knife, ducking behind a tree, panting hard. I flicked it around in my palm, turning carefully around. She wasn’t there. I sighed in relief, then stiffened again when I heard Maggie’s scream. Every person for themself. I thought viciously. Then I refocused as I heard a click of a branch way too close for my liking. I drew my breath, holding it in. She could hear your breath. I looked down at my knife, trying to hold in my breath as my face felt like exploding. It wasn’t going to be enough.
“Nothing is going to be enough,” I whispered quietly. I gasped, startled by my outburst, and clamped my mouth, terrified. But it was too late. Like a bullet, she climbed towards me with her a thousand hands, spitting and hissing, sticky blood flying off of her as her minion’s arrows flung at my head-
I screamed awake.
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I huffed in annoyance as my older brother dragged me towards the dark alley with a dumpster- perfect place to be kidnapped.
“See?” He insisted. He pointed toward the alley. I shrugged. “I don’t see anything.”
He groaned.
“Right there!” He stamped his foot for emphasis, very childish for a seventeen-year-old. I pretended to be shocked.
“Oh! Right there!” I pointed in the direction he was pointing in. He smiled in relief-
“It’s an angry unicorn!” I said. “Wait no! Oh yes, just air.” He growled at me. “Whatever. Let’s go home.”
Humans. What ugly creatures. They slobber. Oh, wait. You think I’m talking about you. Wrong object. I meant dogs. Dogs. Ew.
I'm not quite sure what my name is, but I am, as you would say, an alien.
The leaves tangled in my hair. I kept running, away, tears flooding down my face into mother earth. I sobbed, my brown hair tangling everything, blocking my view. I kept running. I didn’t care anymore.
I stared at the broken woman, driven mad with longing. Her husband, a skeleton. Her two young children were orphaned. I felt terrible since this was my grandmother’s doing.
“I will help,” I whispered. She turned, her eyes as red as the devils, gray clothes tearing and faded. She gave me an insane grin.
“You better.”
The unknown girl smirked at me. I decided I didn’t like her much. She had two thin braids, lining the sides of her face, with a ponytail, though it didn’t hold much of her hair out of her face, static electricity causing her hair to rise. Nonetheless, she was beautiful, with bold green eyes, and olive skin. The messiness of her hair seemed to make her even more pretty, and it seemed to be a fashion statement.
The blood that was spilled from the past seemed to stain the wood, even though it had been wiped away. The ghosts, though invisible, I could feel glaring at me. Part of the curse, I suppose.
POEMS:
What lies beyond the silver barked trees?
The dark wooden branches,
Clashed with silver trunks?
What lies beyond the yellow sunset?
With colors fighting for divine rights of majority?
What lies behind the green sunken ground?
With brown patches,
And crooked trees?
What lies behind the sharp green leaves?
The jade colored leaves?
What lies behind the menacing forest?
The forest I dare not go past?
What lies behind the forbidding fence?
The fence that does not allow freedom?
What lies behind that dark realm?
The realm I cannot see?
What lies have been hidden there
In those silver barked trees?