☆♪Taylor♪☆’s Comments (group member since May 15, 2011)

☆♪Taylor♪☆’s comments from the I <3 to read and write!!!! group.

i know right?!?!!?!

you best not be talking about me!!!!

well i wasn't talking about you, but now that you mention it...

yeah: i'm not stupid! (i'm just not smart)

you don't want me to add my friends. they're a bit...erm... how do i put this kindly?...original...and...erm..."interesting"

you can

Ally wrote: "Oh I'm like ok??? Thanks for clearing that up for me."

W.O.W. even i got that one (which means that that was REALLY sad)

it's awesome

*gasp*

how many entries are we allowed?

title: the endless chest
genre: fantasy
author; taylor

No one in my small, ocean side hometown of Rayport would ever believe the truth about how my little brother, Hunter died. When they hear my story, some people say I am a crazy child who needs to be locked away, others say I am simply imaginative, but I’m not. I swear it’s the truth. The only people who believe me are best friend, McKenzi and her identical twin sister, McKayla because they had been by my side the whole journey. Everyone else in Rayport thinks that my brother died in a car crash. But that’s not the real story.



I remember the day it all began, Hunter’s seventh birthday. My sister, Skipper, mom, dad, and I were crowded around our small kitchen table as my brother opened his final birthday present. It was a medium-sized box and inside, was a brass key. it was truly the queerest present any of us had ever received, and we couldn't help but wonder, "why?"
that night, i lay in bed, pondering as my parents wished Hunter a final happy birthday and said goodnight. that was the last i ever heard my mother's sweet, melodic voice.



The next morning when i woke up, they were gone. Mom, dad, even Skipper were nowhere to be found. i ran through the house, calling their names and each time, i got the same response: silence. at one point in the morning, i turned around, and standing in the hall behind me was Hunter, wide-eyed and clearly terrified.
"Where are they?" he whimpered.
"I don't know," I responded. i decided that we should continue with our regular lives, so i prepared some breakfast. while we ate, i tried to be strong for Hunter's sake, but deep down, i wanted to cry just as much as i could tell he wanted to.
Later, as i was reading book in the living room, Hunter approached me.
"Can i ask you something?" he asked.
"yes," i simply replied. he reached into his pocket and produced the strange key he had received yesterday.
"What so you think it's for?" he queried. i carefully examined it. it looked vaguely familiar, as if i had seen it's key hole before. i thought for a moment, back to all the keys i had ever seen. i remembered cleaning out the attic with my mom and dad a couple years ago and happening across a couple chests with locks. if we could find them, that would be as good a place as any to start.
"I'm not sure," I said, "but i think i know a place where we could find out."


It's amazing how much dust can collect in one place if left unattended for one measly year. It was hard to see when we first entered the attic due to all the dust clouding our vision.
"where do we start?" Hunter asked cautiously. I thought for a moment, remembering back twelve months ago when my mom and i had last been in here. i remembered one chest in the far right corner, and another by the window. there was one standing atop a pile of boxes, and another had been buried under a pile of old clothes and shoes. i directed my brother towards the window and told him to go look over there. he quickly obeyed. i headed for the teaming mountain of ancient baby clothes and bunny slippers. i immediately started digging. just as i uncovered the wooden chest, Hunter called from over by the window "Tate!!! i found a box with a lock!!!" i abandoned mine and stepped over piles of rubbish to get to my brother.
"test it!!! see if this is the right box!!!" Hunter yelled with excitement. i carefully inserted the key and tried to turn it. it didn't work.
"i found one too," i said as i led him to my discovery. however, upon digging through the pile again, we found that the chest was missing. i was sure i had seen it.
"go look in the far right corner," i said. again, Hunter obeyed. i went and searched for the pile of boxes. when i found the chest atop it, i tested the lock. it did not work.
"i found one!!!" Hunter called yet again. that one didn't work either. Hunter looked absolutely crestfallen. i looked around and saw the chest that had disappeared earlier. it was peeking out from underneath my old bedspread. i made a mad dash for it, but tripped on a box halfway there. once in had gotten back up and dusted my self off, Hunter spoke again:
"It's gone!!!" he screeched.
"What's gone?" I inquired.
"That chest you were running towards! when you tripped it just disappeared!"
"don't be silly" I retorted, "how can a wooden chest just disappear on it's own?" but when i turned around, the box was indeed missing. "Fan out!!!" i screamed, "chase down that chest!!!" we chased and chased and chased. finally, after about ten minutes, we cornered it. i held it down while hunter inserted the key. much to our surprise, the lock clicked upon turning the key. the chest stopped resisting and once again became inanimate. a heaved the lid open. inside,it appeared to be a bottomless pit; an abyss of some sort.
"what do you think's down there?" Hunter asked.
"there's only one way to find out." i responded solemnly. with that. i took his hand in mine, and together we leaped into the endless chest.

thanks

hi i'm taylor. i LOVE writing and i think i'm pretty good.

FYI: Connor: you are an amazing writer!