13th Piece

​This is the 11th post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post

I wake up in a bed. It isn't that dreamy bedroom that had the rain forest mural, the bay window, the chandelier, nothing. It was just a boring room with only a bed, bathroom, dresser, and a mirror. No windows to let in natural light, the walls are a bland gray; it seemed as though everything was that grayish color. The walls, the ceiling, the clothes that they make all of us wear... except for that one lady with the walls that turn into screens. I've been thinking about talking to her more but I’m stuck with a guard. The only space he’s not with me is my bedroom because there is no way I could possibly escape. Trust me, I've tried everything. From chiseling the walls with a knife stolen from the cafeteria -- oh wait scratch cafeteria "dining hall"-- but the walls seem like they are made of solid rock. They probably are. And the latest thing I've done is trying to sneak past my guard buddy when he's sleeping. It seems like he has something inside of his body that senses whether or not I'm sneaking out. He probably does. I flop on the foreign bed and think about the conversation I just had with Mr. Iskajif. It seemed pointless, I mean we discussed nothing, he told me nothing, I told him nothing, it just doesn't add up. The only thing I can think of is that he wanted to see me. Not see me as in talk to me but literally see me. I don't know why I hadn't done anything special in my life. Nothing that I know of anyway. I turn onto my side and I think back to the freedom, the love, the hate, the past. I think back no matter how much it hurts. 

12th Piece

 This is the 10th post of the book in my "What My Blog Is" post

He is about seven feet tall, with sharp gray eyes that notice every move I make, no hairs whatsoever except for his eyebrows which were black but very thin, and a scar that ran from his skinny eyebrow across his eye and then down to his lip. He seems to have a constant scowl on his face. At least it’s a change from all the fake smiling I've been seeing. He gestures to the leather chair indicating that I should take a seat. I slowly cross the room, my eyes never leaving his, and sit.  He doesn't speak for a few minutes, just stares. I start to get uncomfortable and tap my foot. The sound echoes off the walls and I cringe. Then he starts to talk, “Good evening, Ms. Audra.” His lips barley move but his voice fills the room. “Hello.” I respond. I can’t help but stare at his scar and wonder how it came to be. “ You've been quite a handful Ms. Audra. You do realize that don’t you?”  "Yes I do.” “If need be I will throw you back into the dungeon with your little friend Eric.” “No!” I yell. He tries to smile but it turns into more of a grimace. I cough and say softer, “No. If Eric goes down there in his condition he'll die for sure. Please don't.” “And why not?” he demands. “I-I don’t know.” I say looking down. “That’s what I thought.” I stare at him and know that he would throw me in the dungeon in a heartbeat. The real question wasn't why; it’s why not? Realizing this I look at him harder and say, “Why don’t you throw me back in the dungeon? I’m not going to deny it, I should be down there. But I’m still here with you. Why?” He leans back in his throne of darkness and sighs. Not a sigh of meanness, but a sigh of fatigue and misery. I also lean back in my chair and close my eyes. I think about Eric and how sick he was. He’d never survive if he came out of the infirmary much less in a dungeon. “You can take me. I’ll go without a fight. Please. Just don’t take Eric.” I say quietly. “I can’t.” He respondes gruffly. Before I can ask what he means he snaps his fingers and the guards are there again. They lead me out of the room and I look back at him. He has his elbows resting on his desk and his head in his hands. He almost looks like a normal guy who was just under a lot of stress, until he lifts his head up and stares at me. Behind those cool gray eyes I see pure hatred. I quickly turn around and start walking faster. 

Just Letting You Guys Know

If you don't know or haven't noticed I have been updating my blog daily. That's because I've had stuff already written on my computer but now I'm running out. Sorry if this is something that you look forward to everyday but I need to write more. Ummmmm I think that's all I have to say I will update it as much as possible but for right now I don't have anything else. If you guys have some ideas of what should happen next..... LET ME KNOW!!!!! I want feedback that's one of the reasons I created this blog in the first place! 
(P.S. sorry about the super long post for the "5th Piece" I was..... experimenting...)

11th Piece

This is the 9th post  to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post

When I go inside, of course, guards are there and they ask very nicely, considering what was going on, that they were to lead me to see Mr. Iskajif. From the way they say his name I knew that he is bad news. I’m led through spotless white hallways that have multiple doors. One of the doors opens to more hallways of different styles. Some of the styles being medieval with armor, shields and weapons, another would be observatory hallway, I guess, the walls were made of glass and you can see people talking, being physically tested, and trained. After that hallway we went into another hallway that only has one door. We walk toward it silently and my heart starts to race. We stand outside that door for a while. I was just about to ask if I could see the nurse because my heart should not be able to beat this fast for so long, when they open the door. The lights are off and everything in the room is black. From the painted brick walls, to the black tiled floor, the huge desk that filled up half the room, the black leather chair in front of it, and the black throne that sits behind it. I try to look at the face that sits on that throne but the room was too dark to see. The guards or “ chaperons” as they like to be called, shove me in there and quickly hurry out and lock the door. The lights instantly turn on and I have to squint and wait for my eyes to adjust until I can see him. 

10th Piece

This is the 8th post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post.

They all have a gun ready in there hand and are spreading out. One starts to come by my tree and I hear my name a couple times coming from the radio on his shoulder.  I figure out that they were trying to find me. I look at the branches above me and start to scramble up the tree. It was a lot easier now because the branches are evenly spread out. After about five minutes of climbing I’m at the last few branches and out of breath. I look down at the Agency. It’s a huge building and you would only know your way through it if you've memorized the entire layout and even then it’s iffy. Suddenly I hear, “I just saw that tree move! She must be up there!” I look down and see that they have made a circle surrounding my tree. I decide that I have no choice but to come down and surrender, but I don’t. I want to see the way that they react to the situation. Most of them are just looking at one another confused and have no idea what to do. They have probably never had anything go wrong in their bubble. Everything was perfect and no one is going to try and run away or climb a tree. Why would they? The officers who aren't looking off into space are barking orders. One tries to climb the tree but gets nowhere near the lowest branch. The whole time I just sit there laughing my heart out. I haven’t laughed like I have today in so long and it felt good, like I was a normal kid who just heard the funniest joke in the entire world. I forget about Eric and all the things that went wrong and let the laughter take control. After the officers started getting angry and my sides hurt too much to bear I came back down. I ignore all their stares and casually walk to the building. Someday I’ll leave; but not today.

9th Piece

This is the 7th post of the story I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post

I feel like I’m underwater and run back through the now unlocked door past the nurse who was obviously spying on us because she reddens as I glance at her. Past the doctor who looks like he has that smile permanently glued onto his face, then run through the winding halls until I find a door that leads outside. I scan the landscape that’s too perfect to be real; too flawless to be made by nature. Nope, can’t breathe here either. I run past the rubber trees and plastic rocks all perfectly aligned with one another until I come up to the gate. Huh. Forgot about that part… Now what? I scan the perimeter and find that there are no guards which must mean they think no one can get through it. I size it up and this is what I see: A very tall what seems to be five inch thick metal electrified unguarded gate. Well that looks pretty sound I don’t think a couple of kicks would even make a scuff mark. I sigh and rule out going through the front. There’s a ten foot wall that surrounds the agency topped with barbed wire. I make my way down the path and look up at part of the wall. It was painted blue at the top to match the sky and green at the bottom for grass. No sticking out brick or rock. Nope I was in a pretty secure cage that’s for sure. I sit on a near plastic rock and look at the fake grass. It seems as though everything’s fake around here, the rocks, the grass, the dirt, and the trees… the trees! I look around at the nearby trees and am suddenly thankful for the climbing lessons from training. I find the tree nearest to the wall and look at the bark. Very realistic but the lowest branch seemed to be about twenty feet in the air. I start to climb after a few failed attempts I get about six feet off the ground. I look down and then focus on that last branch. First thirteen feet away then ten then five then I’m on the branch. I look at the world outside the Agency and smile. I think of all those times Eric and I were out there swinging on the tree branches and doing cartwheels and handstands in the grass. Eric. I realize that I can’t leave. That would mean I’d have to leave him behind, and I would never do that; not after all he’s done for me. So I sit on that one branch and look over the wall. The trees sway with the wind and I hear the howl of a coyote. After a while the sun starts to set and I hear some rustling coming from behind me. Hoping for some wild life I crouch on the branch and look down. Instead of seeing a rabbit I see guards, many guards. 

8th Piece

This is the 6th post of the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post

I burst through the infirmary door. I run up to the first doctor I see and ask frantically “Where’s Eric?” He points me to a door at the end of a long hall with the fake smile on his face. Luckily I’m getting used to it. I sprint to the door that, unlike every other door in the Agency that swings, is locked. I’m still pounding on the door when a nurse comes with a key. “Now wait a minute hun, you’re going to break down the door before I even get the key in the lock!” She exclaims. I take my now numb hands away from the door and she unlocks it. Immediately I push the nurse aside who started to ask me about my head and run to Eric. His eyes are closed and his chest is barely moving. “Eric?” I whisper. I touch his face and say a little louder, “I am so sorry. This never would have happened if it weren't for me.” Another tear falls from my eye but I ignore it. I was about to ask the nurse something but then I notice that she’s gone. I hear him take a deep breath and start to cough. His eyes open and look at me. He asks in short breaths “Thunder?” It seemed as though each letter was painful. I smile a little bit at his nickname for me and respond, “Yeah, it’s me lightning. I’m really sorry for what happened to you it’s entirely my fault.” “No,” he gasps “No, it’s not. I should have done more.” “Are you kidding? You are literally on your death bed and you are saying you should have done more?” Almost too soft to hear he replies “Yes,” Then his eyes close again. 

7th Piece

This is the 5th post about the book I talked about in my "What My Blog Is" post

“You knew my mother?” I ask. “Of course I do! I know everything that happens around here. And you haven’t been the most innocent girl today have you?” “Well I guess I haven’t. But only for good reasons!” I say my voice sounding a lot louder in comparison to her silky tone. I make a mental note to whisper when I’m around her. She laughs and says, “I would think that they would be. But I also know that you are looking for your boyfriend, yes?” I can feel the heat rushing to my face and manage to mutter, “Well he’s not exactly my boyfriend. I-I mean he is my friend and a boy so I guess if you look at it that way he’s my friendboy right? And-” She stops me with a wave of a hand, “Don’t worry, I get it. Now do you want to see what happened to him or not?” I nod my head not letting myself speak again and further embarrass myself. “Well then let’s take a little look-see  Hmm?” I stare in amazement as one of the dark seemingly plain walls turns into a huge screen. I find that I’m looking at Eric and myself right before the men came. I touch where the wound should be on my head and pull back surprised as I touch bandages. I hadn't even thought about the injury since I got knocked out at the dungeon. I look up and see the men starting to enter and me going limp in Eric’s arms. He looks at me for a second and then his face turns hard. I know this look; I've seen it when we go into battle together. It’s when we realize what we are fighting for and that the people who did it are going to pay. He sets my body down gently. Then he faces his opponents and goes into a fighting pose. One comes closer and pulls a rope from his suit and for a split second I see Eric’s eyes widen as he realizes that I was right and that they do want us captured, but instantly his eyes are back to normal and his foot connects with the man’s jaw. I look at the old woman and whisper, “I did that a little a while ago.” She looks at me and replies with a half-smile, “Great minds think alike.” I turn to face the screen again just to catch a glimpse of one of the masked men’s fist goes for Eric’s stomach. I instantly stand up to protect him but then remember that I was watching this on the screen and slowly sit down my eyes never leaving Eric’s face. I feel a tear slide down my cheek because when he needed me most I was unconscious and there was nothing I could do but sit and watch as they finish Eric off and carry us out the door. The screen goes black and the woman turns to face me. I feel like a statue and that I wasn't in control of my body. I just stared at the blank screen that was now turning back into a wall. “I know where he is.” She says and stares straight into my eyes. “You-you do?” I stutter, my throat not wanting to cooperate with me right now. She nods and says “He’s in the infirmary. He fought like a dog and got pretty bruised up,” She pauses, “He really wanted to protect you,” I stare into the old woman’s eyes to see if she was joking but her eyes are hard and I know that she is telling me the truth. I wipe the one tear off my face and ask in a finally even tone “Where’s the infirmary?” 

6th Piece

This is the 4th post of the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post

After hiding Benny’s body behind a groaning crate I run through the halls bursting through doors trying to find Eric. I find myself being smiled at and people telling me that Benny wants to talk to me. Too bad he’s never going to be able to do that again. I say I’ll start looking for him and ask if they've seen Eric. They all reply no with the same smile on their faces as Benny had. I start to have less hope in finding Eric but convince myself to open one more door. I walk slowly down the hallways looking at each door. Some were covered in metal, fur, and jewels. They were all so fancy but one stuck out to me, it was white. No fancy colors or lights or sparkles, just white. I push slightly on the door and walk in slowly a fake smile planted on my face and brace myself for the pampering and smiling. I get greeted instead by a dark room with nothing but a wooden rocking chair and a stool right beside it. I was about to leave when I hear, “Come sit down. Don’t want to wear yourself out on the first day of your arrival do you?” “Who said that?” I ask glancing around. Suddenly there’s a flash of light and smoke. Once that clears there is an elderly lady sitting in the rocking chair. She doesn't have the same uniform as the others; which was a navy blue collared shirt and black pants. She was wearing a stunning red and gold dress that swooped and tucked in the most intricate and pretty ways that you know everything was made by hand. “Why, don’t you see me? I’m sitting in one of the only two chairs in the room,” she says with a very fragile and soft voice. “I see you,” I say quietly still awed by her entry. “Good then come and sit down.” I make my way to the stool which I now see has a cushion on it made of the same material as her dress. “I know what you've been up to today and I must say that it would have been something your mother would have done as well.” She says with a smile on her face. Not like the huge obviously fake smiles that are on the faces of everyone else but one that only raises the corners of her mouth into the faintest hint of a smile. Now I really look at her. I haven’t talked about my family since the accident and I need to know if I could share my family with this person I've never seen in my life or if  I should just walk out now, find Eric on my own, and leave the Agency again. She has white hair she wore in a braid that reached her waist, bright hazel eyes that twinkled when she talked about my mother, and a slim frame that looks so petite that she could be broken in two without the person fighting even trying. She made me have the urge to protect her, and I make the decision to trust. 

5th Piece

This is the 3rd post of the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post

I start my way up the golden stairs that twists in circles.  There are a couple crates around the floor holding who knows what, but I think I hear a growl when I walk past one of them. The walls are covered with paintings of men and women who were some of the best fighters the Agency ever had.

When I was little one of my only dreams was to be on that wall with all the others… until the accident. I get to the top of the stairs and turn left into a hallway decorated with everything flowers, from the walls, to the tables, even the floor. It looked like a meadow exploded in here. Almost all the doors and/or hallways are designed around certain items for comfort I guess.

I head into the second door on the right. It seems like everything in here was designed just for me, then again it kind of is. The Agency programmed all of the things I wanted into a computer and created my dream room, from the purple chandelier, to the mural of a rain forest on the wall, paintings of stars on the ceiling that lit up when the room goes dark, the bay window, and the canopy bed.

 This is the first time I actually like having them know about me. I sit on the window seat and look outside. The trees are in perfect alignment with one another along with bushes and a fountain. I see two people outside with swords in their hands. I can't tell if it's two guys, two girls, or one of each since they both have masks on.

It’s been weird coming back to the Agency, even though it’s only going to be for a "little" while, it seems as though everyone is trying really hard to please me. Like it’s a game of who can pamper me the most. Then I remember that they never pampered me like this unless I was going to get some bad news.

First it was that my turtle died when I was seven. Then it was that I wouldn't be getting a new bike. (Motorcycle that is) Next was the accident, but what could it be now? I ran away about three years ago and this is the first time I've been here since.

I’m still wondering when Benny, my old training instructor, knocks on the open door. He was in his late 30’s and had brown hair and eyes. He was about 6 ft. 5” and was built pretty heavily.

 “Come in Benny,” I say suspiciously. He’s always the bearer of bad news since he’s the one I used to be with the most.

“Hey Audra, how are you?” He asks politely.

“Fine,” I reply cautiously.

He doesn't look at me but everywhere else.

 “Look there’s something I need to tell you.” He finally has his eyes skim over my face and when he notices I’m not going to say anything keeps talking, “We, meaning the Agency and I, want to know if you would like to stay at the Agency… forever.” He says slowly.

 “Wait, what?” I ask quietly all of a sudden out of breath, my heart racing.

“We would love it if you would stay long after your required 2 years. And I personally promise that the accident that made you leave before will never happen again.”

 “You want me to come back? You people really believe that saying that the ‘accident’ will never happen again will make me want to come back?” I fume.

Benny just stares at his hands.

“Of course it’ll never happen again! You only get one family! This is punishment, mostly because I’m around the people who caused the ‘accident’!” By now I’m close to tears.

“Don’t cry,” Benny says raising his arm to comfort me.

 “No.” I say swatting his hand away.

“No what?”

“No, I won’t stay. Once my time is up I’m leaving immediately. And if I don’t leave then it will be sometime before. But definitely not after!” I scream.

I run down the twisting stairs into another guest room and slam the door.

 “I know you’re smiling. I know you got that warm feeling inside when I asked you,” He hisses through the door.

I want so badly to say I didn't at all, but the thing is that a small part of me does want to smile and to feel happy and good. I want so badly to go back to the Agency and back to how my old life was. But, what they didn't know was how much seeing all of what was going on would change me. Now I have a stronger ache in my body. One that is much more powerful than the want of my old life, the ache to stop all of what was happening. To stop the hurt and pain the government is causing starting with the Agency.

 I wipe my nose and eyes with my arm and slowly open the door and see Benny smiling but in his eyes I can tell that he is irritated.

 “See? Everything’s going to be ok! Everything’s going to go back to the way it was. You will get a new family and might even get an assignment! Now won’t that be exciting?”

While he speaks the smile never leaves his face. I start to slip out of the room and smile as realistically as I can, which isn't that hard since I know what I’ m going to do next. He holds out his hand his mouth open about to say something else when my boot connects with his jaw.

He stumbles backwards, then chuckles cradling his still smiling face which is now bleeding and says in a gravelly voice,

 “I really don’t think that was a wise decision Audra. I've trained you throughout your entire life and know every single one of your weaknesses.”

I barley dodge a fist that was about to hit my neck, the old death strike. “Please, you really think I’m going into this fight blindfolded? I guess you don’t know me as well as you thought." We walk slowly in a circle sizing each other up,

"I've seen you fight and it’s not like you don’t have any weaknesses yourself! You are all talk. I know that you were happy to see me go. You were scared I was going to be better than you, and guess what. I am,” I say in a hard tone.

With that the wicked smile leaves his face. That’s when I knew that this isn't training any more. From here on out, he’s not going to be able to sleep until I’m killed, he doesn't care if anyone thinks I should be alive. No, now he is in death mode.

 He comes at me with one hand formed into a fist and punches me hard in the stomach and almost all the air inside me leaves. Gasping for air I scan my surroundings because as he once told me a good little agent knows where she is and how her whereabouts can help her. And as we all know I’m a very good little agent.

 I see the crates scattered here and there. I climb to the top of the nearest one and jump towards him. Sensing what I was doing his hands were already there to catch me. What he doesn't realize is that I'm not aiming for his head or anywhere else, no that would be too predictable. Predictable is not a word in my vocabulary, the entire time I was aiming to where he’s going to put his arms. My feet connect and I hear a sickening crack. He screams and his eyes are now bloodshot.

He comes at me one arm swinging limply at his side, blood dripping from his face, but I’m ready for him. I give him a kick to the chest and he flies backwards hitting the ground with a thud. He gasps and I put my right foot on his chest, lean over him and say sweetly with a huge smile on my face, “Don’t worry Benny, I’ll make this quick.” Then I make sure I have the correct spot and give him what he was going to give me, the old death strike. Now I know that I was never going to be able to go back and live my old life.

I am officially against the Agency.

4rth Piece

This is the 2nd post of the book I was talking about in the "What My Blog Is" post.

I wake up in a dark room that smells like the attic in a grandmother’s house, old and used… I sit up and am instantly greeted with my head throbbing in pain.

“Ow.” I say under my breath.

 I hear a click followed by a groan that is obviously coming from a door and turn around to see a guard. He looks about six feet tall and is built like a bull. He has a nose that flares every time he takes a breath, two heartless beady eyes that are too close together, and a brown mustache that swoops down to his chin and covers his mouth, and the filthiest, greasiest hair then anyone I've ever met. Yup, he is quite the ladies’ man alright.

“Get up.” He pretty much growls.

 I stand up cradling my head in my hands trying to stop the throbbing.

“Follow me.” He says in the same tone.

It seems like he can only speak two words at a time. I follow him down a hallway where there are a bunch of other cells. I hear moans of pain and agony, and stare into the eyes of the hurt and hopeless. I quickly turn away only to face another person.

I realize that the guard must be the world’s fastest walker and have to pretty much jog to catch up with him. I don’t dare ask where we are going, afraid I am going to be punched and I won’t be able to fight back with my head throbbing a mile a minute.

 We take a couple turns and then he comes up to a door and tells me to go inside. Actually he just shoves me in there. I find myself standing in what looks like a principal’s office.

An older looking gentleman was sitting at the desk. He had graying hair and wrinkles but other than that he looked like he could be in his 30’s. His ice cold green eyes were directly on mine which made me uncomfortable and I squirm a little.

“Have a seat,” He says in a cold tone.

I immediately sit down on the blue chair facing him.

“I have a decision for you to make.”

 I stare at him wondering what kind of cruel activity or punishment it will be.

“You either stay here,” He gestures to the office and surrounding dungeon, “for a year, or you stay upstairs like you used to for the next two years.”

You’re probably thinking “of course she’s going to go with the second choice it may be longer but it sounds so much better.” Well you’re wrong it’s a pretty even balance for me.

 I think for a while and end up choosing the second choice. I would have picked the first but it literally came down to the constant cries from the neighboring cells, I wouldn't be able to handle hearing them in that much pain.

I tell him and feel a slight prick on my neck. I look down and catch a glimpse of a dart. The last thing I see is the old man smiling the creepiest smile anyone can ever think of times ten before I black out.

3rd Piece

Here is the 1st post of the one book I was talking about in my 2nd post.

Of course they didn't stop. Why would they? If they want someone dead they get it done in a day. They must want us alive, captured and they’re using the damsel in distress technique. Unfortunately, I know who’s going to be my prince charming. 

I just figure this out when Eric jumps through a window, shattering the glass, and making my head throb even more. Before I can even start to explain what they are doing, he’s sitting next to me. He strokes my hair, which is probably matted down with blood and dirt, making sure to not touch the spot I was hit.

“Eric,” I manage to squeak out.

“Shh. Don’t worry it is ok, everything is going to be ok.”

“No listen to me!” I say with a slightly louder voice, “We need to get out of here!”

We were running from the cops. We just snatched a couple candy bars what was the big deal? But it isn’t the cops I was worried about, it was who they called. Someone must have gotten a good look at me and recognized my face from the posters that are scattered everywhere.

The cops were nothing compared to what I’m running from. They had contacted the Agency, my worst nightmare. I was born and raised there and a while ago I ran away.

They used to be caring until a few years ago.  I once caught a glimpse of a young boy around the age of ten being escorted through the massive doors leading to the Agency. He had obviously been beaten recently since fresh blood was coming out of a slice that ran across his forehead.

I had just come from my sword training and was heading back to my room. I stopped in the middle of the hallway and the boy made eye contact with me for about three seconds and in that short time a little bit of my heart broke for this boy. His face was impassive when he walked through the large hall, but his eyes told a different story.

Something has been wrong with the Agency lately. People have been missing for weeks on end and when they come back, if they come back, they are covered in bruises, cuts, and burns.

I was always taught that it was rude to ask about other people’s scars unless they brought it up first so I said nothing. There were rumors though. They would float around occasionally making their way to me. They were about people being tortured for information, something about a crack in the system.

I always put them off as rumors but when I saw the little boy in front of me, I had a feeling they were true. They would torture their own people and ten year olds for their benefit and that didn’t even seem like it was for something serious. And now they are after me. Awesome.

“Don’t worry its safe now let me check your head,”

Eric starts to turn my head on its side to examine the wound. I am blasted back to the present and remember the situation. We found an abandoned apartment about a month ago and have been staying here, but it is no longer safe, the Agency took this away too.

“NO!” I screech and jerk my head out of his reach, “You don’t understand! We’re going to be captured if we don’t leave right now.”

I start to get up but once standing my vision gets blurry and I fall back down. Right before I hit the floor he catches me. I search his crystal blue eyes hoping he’ll see that it’s not the head injury talking.

“Please,” I whisper.

Sirens start to sound and Eric looks around frantically. I see people in masks coming out of windows, doors, vents, so many different places that I give up trying to see who comes from where. I struggle to stay awake, but right now I feel dead and useless in Eric’s arms. I decide to succumb to the darkness that looks so welcoming compared to my horror of a world.

2nd Piece

This also doesn't have a story to go along with it so please comment!!! (sorry it isn't as exciting...)

The girl walked towards the ocean heels in one hand the bottom of her dress in the other. Her toes dipped into the water, it was suddenly up to her waist but she kept going farther. A cold, unmerciful wave hit her in the face and strangely she started to laugh. Then a figure came into view, the girl squinted trying to make out who it was her laugh the only sound that filled the air echoed along the shore. As soon as she realized who it was she stopped laughing and the person stopped walking in the utter silence. Silently she stood up, left the ocean, and as soon as she hit beach started to run, tears already mixing with the salt water on her face.

1st piece

This has no story connected to it. You can leave a comment saying what you think it should be about. I would love to see all the different ideas!

 I scanned the ocean front with its boulders and the crisp white sand. At first I didn't see her, but when I did it felt like I was made of stone. She stood alone on a huge boulder looking down at the waters below; I could tell she wanted to jump. As soon as she glanced my way I could move again and started to scramble up the rocks. My fingernails left scratches on the boulders. In the back of my mind I felt that I was bleeding. I didn't know where or how, but at that moment I didn't care. I kept making my way towards the girl screaming at her to stop, but I was too late. She made her choice and was already in midair. I made my last attempt and leapt at her but it was no use. I heard a splash and when I looked down she was nowhere to be seen. I felt a tear slide down my face. Normally I wouldn't cry, wouldn't take drastic measures for someone I didn't know, but I did know her. Because that girl, was me.

What My Blog Is

Since I want to be an author when I get older I am devoting this blog towards my writing. (Hence the title) The first two or three are separate and don't have anything else to go with them. If you want to comment on them saying what you think they should be about, like what should be written with them I would love to hear it! The one's after that are pretty much all going to be based on the same book. If it isn't then I will let you know! Thanks for visiting my blog! -Lindsey