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Allow me to set the scene; if youâll let me. It was a Sunday evening, the worst kind of evening if you ask me. You know youâll spend a Sunday casually chilling in your house, maybe youâve just gotten home from a church service. Maybe youâre planning to go out. Sundayâs are beautiful. All the casual events happen on Sundays, and theyâre just so relaxingâŚ. Until itâs Sunday evening and you start regretting all your life choices. Let me sound it out for you. Sunday comes before Monday. Monday equals school, and school equals sadness. And Sunda...
MARA âStupid!â Imana murmurs to herself, âIf only Iâd thrown that grappling hook with a bit more forceâŚâ âDude, calm down. Youâve been thinking like that for the past hour. It was probably my fault for leaning in too muchâ Ethan replies, sounding a bit guilty himself. âBoth of you, no. It wasnât anyoneâs fault ok? Letâs just be glad Ethan made it across alright. Ok?â Celeste groaned. âSheâs right you guys. We shouldnât dwell on thisâ Astrid adds. Imana goes silent, but I have a hunch she still feels bad. We continue walking in a we...
ETHAN âETHAN! STOP BEING STUBBORN AND JUMP YOU IDIOT!â Nainika calls over the sound of the roaring water in the chasm below. I look down nervously, seriously contemplating my existence. âCâmon man! I know youâre scared but you gotta do it!â Aniyah yells. âIâm not scared!â I shout back, âIâm just concerned about the stability of this random vine you guys threw at me!â. The truth is I am a bit scared, heights have never been my strong suit. But Iâm not definitely admitting that to the others, especially not Aniyah and Nanika. As soon ...
CELESTE We all quickly jump up from our seats from the sound of the explosion. Weâre all panicking a little since there hasnât been a bomb attack in ages. Aniyah once suggested that the war mightâve hit a stalemate and there werenât gonna be any more attacks for ages. Stupid, we were all stupid and naive. âGUYS!â a voice shouts from across the room. We turn and see Astrid running toward us with Mara tailing behind her. Maraâs hand is gripped tightly in Astridâs as they make their way over. âAstrid! Mara! Iâm glad youâre both...ok?â ...
ANIYAHI pluck lazily at the strings of my ukelele while looking over at Mara. She rolls a small red ball between her hands. Even though her blindfold hides it, I can tell her eyes are following it intently. I sigh and pluck a C chord, then a D major, and another C chord. Before I know it, Iâm subconsciously playing some song that I heard on the radio a lifetime ago. Soon Iâm getting really into it, humming along and bopping my head along to the music. Mara turns around to look at me and smiles while tapping her finger on the ground along to ...
Tsuki let out a wide yawn. Kai turned around and looked at her. âTsuki, you paying attention?â he asked. âYes Kai, keep talking. I only yawn when Iâm extremely interested in somethingâ she replied lazily. Kai sighed and shook his head. âI know youâre being sarcastic. Look, I donât wanna memorize an entire floorplan for a building, but if we want this job to go well we need to be preparedâ he explained. âI know, I know. I just wanna hurry up and get to the assassination part. All this planning is making my head hurtâ Tsuki pressed h...
I rubbed my eyes and walked out of the capsule, yawning. After 50 years of hibernation, Iâve been forced to wake up and confront the world. âHooooooly crapâ the girl who pressed the âAwakenâ button said, shaking and stepping away slowly while flashing the flashlight right in my face. âWhoa, whoa, whoa! Calm down! Can you put the flashlight down? Youâre gonna blind me!â I called. âOh. Youâre right. Sorryâ the girl shone the flashlight away but still seemed pretty nervous. âNow onto introductions and explanations. Nameâs Cera, whatâs yours...
Part One- DaytimeThatâs the thing about this city, youâre not safe. No has been for as long as I can remember. And every day is a constant reminder of that. The Broadcaster is on, but its volume is low so only I can hear it. The Reader announces that 3,000 Runners are tagged each day from the Hunts. 3,000 lives...gone. My hand instinctively traces the mark on my cheek. The thing that decided my fate when I was born. I sighed and rolled off of my mat. Contemplating society wasnât gonna help me stay alive. I went over to my Preserver and ...
It had to have been at least 50 years since it happened. 50 years since I sold my soul to the devil (metaphorically of course). When the bounty was announced I did what I thought would keep me safe. Even if it meant leaving everything I knew behind. But then again, life as I knew it was uprooted the moment I was born so it makes no difference. So now I was in stasis, frozen in time until the water cleared over. But my chances of waking up and seeing the world were slim to zero. Even though I was technically unconscious, I could still ...
âClass please settle down! I know youâre excited to watch the Challenger launch but we still have a few hours before the assembly.â Ms. Jefferson called over the class. âI seriously donât wanna wait those extra hours! I want time to speed up so we can watch the launch!â Elizabeth, my best friend, leaned over and whispered to me. I nodded, the Challenger launch was probably the biggest thing that was happening this week. Everyone and I mean everyone, was excited about it. Elizabeth had been coming over every day ever since the Challenger la...
A child wanders the streets in Hosu City, Japan. Theyâre about 8 years of age and cold. They wear a black shirt that reaches just below their waist and a dark purple skirt. A small and stuffed backpack weighs down their shoulders while they carry a worn blanket. The rain pours heavily and drowns their silver-blue hair. They look around a spot a figure in an alley across the street. It looks like a person...and theyâre lying on the ground. They look as small as the other child, so give it a try. They quickly sprint across the crosswalk to the...
The School of Disaster. Founded April 6th, 2055. A place for Disaster children to live and learn. They were trained to control their abilities, and they were surrounded by a welcoming community. Every child at the school had one particular goal, to earn a âLife Licenseâ. Itâs a certificate of sorts, officially stating a child has gained full control of their ability and is ready to start normal schooling. Until a life license is earned, however, the students are stuck on the campus. ~~~~...
âAhahahahaha! Hmhm...phew. I've been doing this evil laugh thing for 200 years yet I still go into a coughing fit when I try...no matter! Because after all these years...Iâve been freed! Thank you human, for giving me a body to possess, and a way to wreak havoc on this plane-â âHey wait for a second! Host gems arenât supposed to be like this! From what I read in my textbook mom gave me...thereâs simply supposed to be some blast of light or something before I gain powers from the gem!ââYouâre more ignorant than I thought. This gem, itâs a pri...
The tiniest pocket of light slowly peeked out from the horizon, signaling that the morning had arrived. The farmhouse was quiet, besides the snores of people and the occasional clucking of chickens and mooing of cows. But besides that, everything felt peaceful. If you were strolling by the farmhouse, youâd see two girls sitting on the roof. One of them is staring at the sunrise, like a girl on a mission. The other is turned to her as if sheâs trying to talk to her and not breaking through the emotional barriers the first girl has set up⌠âDo...
âRiley!â I heard Mom shout from downstairs. Great, I wondered what I did wrong this time.âComing!â I shouted back and slid down the railing of the stairs. Mom was in the kitchen, frantically scribbling in her little notebook. âYes, Mother?â I sighed and leaned on the kitchen table.âOh good, youâre hereâ Mom pushed up her glasses and looked at me, âMeg is having a sleepover tonight, so Iâm gonna need you to behave-ââYouâre gonna lock me in my room the whole night. Thatâs fine, lemme go plug in my mini microwaveâ I started to get up and h...
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