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I ran, my heart was pounding madly. A dark form closing in behind me just about 40 ..."
LOVE THE HECK OUT OF IT!!!! It's amazingly well written. You got a real talent, Raychylle ! Totally make the next chapter!
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Sapphire
Sapphire was sitting in her white marble throne, ..."
Thanks for liking the story! Oh, and a alpha and a omega has nothing to do with the Kane Chronicles. It's something Nikki made up, actually. Nikki is awesome (see now I said it, Nikki) ! (There is no Beta at the moment. )
A Alpha is a person that has two godly parents, basically a immortal. Though the person father (or mother) is a Greek god, and his/her mother (or father) is a Roman goddess.
In Sapphire situation her mother is Aphrodite (a Greek goddess) and father is Mars (a Roman god).
Now a Omega is a person life was tampered with fate. His/her godly parent is not biological, but the godly parent kind of adopted the person making them their child. Giving even more powerful powers then earlier children. Also giving them a Omega State, where they lose control of their incredibly strong powers.
In Nikki's character situation she has fallen ill (fate tampered with the illness) when she was just a baby. Her parents pleaded to the gods to save their precious child, the gods refused except one, Pluto. Though Pluto had a price, he must take Nikki's real father's life, that way he can become the father. The father made the deal, Pluto became the father, and the father disappeared. . . Never to be seen, again. . .
(P.s. You must be a mod to a Omega, and at the moment with all the confusion of war, I don't really want a Alpha popping up out of nowhere. Though, maybe later, after the war. )
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Just a little excerpt:So, the first day of middle school, and I was evaporating.
Yeah, evaporating. You heard me right. You don't need to worry about going crazy. The only one in serious peril right now us me.
It had started out pretty normally, actually. As I said above, it was the first day of seventh grade, which -according to the school board of Desperado, Missouri- was the first day of middle school. I had just moved last year, and I kept thinking of my friends back in Minneapolis, who had started middle school last year.
I guess I was so lost in thought that I didn't notice that where my left foot should have been, there was light. Just light, as if someone had gotten a gun that shot sunbeams and aimed it at my foot. I stumbled backwards, loosing my footing (which was easy to do when you only had one foot) and bumped into Liz Calloway, my best friend in Desperado. "'Tember?" She knelt down beside me. "Are- are you okay? What happened?" I was too freaked out to tell the truth, plus Liz doesn't believe anything anyone says. "No- no, nothing, Liz. I'm fine." I muttered, and stumbled away, hiding-or trying to hide- my sunbeam foot. I looked down. Big mistake.
My legs were spotted with holes of light, goring bigger every second. So were my hands, and my arms, and my feet were gone, completely gone. I screamed, squeezing my eyes shut. Please, let this be a dream, I thought, and when I opened my eyes, my world was light, and I was flying, at least I thought I was, speeding through my light world.
I don't remover falling asleep, but I did, apparently, because I woke up in a room, dimly lit, gagged and bound. There was someone else in the room, moving, also gagged and bound like me. They turned around, and I could see their face. I knew that face. I had known that face for six years. I gasped, and mumbled around my gag, "Travis!"
Thanks! I'll post it soon :)
Okay, brace yourselves because this is the weirdest (and funniest) story I've written...
Zebulon Grady, the Sandwich Enthusiast I awoke, my mind only clearer from my vivid dream. The dream had been about….sandwiches. Yes, I know, Why would a normal person dream about sandwiches? Of course, I am no normal person! I am Zebulon Grady, #1 sandwich enthusiast, sandwich creator of the year, 4 years in a row! My picture was not only featured on the front page of Sandwiche, but an entire article, devoted to my fame and the creation of the tuchicurky sandwich. Yes! In fact my dream had been about that very sandwich, a sandwich of my own creation, the perfect mixture of tuna, chicken, and turkey, garnished with the exact amount of mayonnaise, barbecue sauce, and lettuce; all perfectly arranged on a hemp and chia seed bun. My claim to fame! The smoky tough texture of the turkey, perfectly balanced with the delicate fishy taste of tuna and signature rich chickeny flavor. My eyes closed blissfully at the thought...The tangy smoky barbeque sauce enriching the turkey’s wonder, the mayonnaise melting into the chicken and tuna, erasing all dryness that might have existed once, then the crunchy fresh lettuce, bursting forth like the cavalry of flavor, and finally, the chewy, rich hemp and chia seed bun. I opened my eyes once more, the flavor of tuchicurky fresh in my mouth. How perfect it would be, to be eating this legendary sandwich of my own creation on a sunny beach just as the sun sets, casting an alluring glow on my wondrous sandwich, the soft sand dusting my feet, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore only narrating the taste of the beautiful sandwich. I will do that! I thought, excitedly, already listing down the items that would be required for my beach experience and my wondrous adored sandwich.
I rushed about the house, gathering together my lawn chair and picnic basket, beautifully adorned with hand sewn flowers, then began to load the required items into the back of my cobalt blue truck. Mid-lift, I paused. How on earth would I acquire the perfect tuna? The smoky turkey? The rich chicken? I grunted, hefting the last fold up table into the truck and hopping into the cab of the truck, sighing. I might as well head down to my local sandwicherie. I pulled out my phone as I roared out of the driveway, pressing the speed dial button and pressing the phone to my ear
“Hey there Murphy!” I cried happily “I was wondering if you had the ingredients for my tuchicurky sandwich…..” My smile fell at the well known sound of a female voice, followed by an irritating high pitched beep. I cursed quietly, pulling onto the highway. I would be forced to find my ingredients at the…..I shuddered Grocery store. The grocery store had been my fear for as long as I could remember. So many normal people buying cheap “organic” food. Ha! Like they knew what organic was!
I pulled into the parking lot of Walmart, fighting off the chills that wracked my body. It was now or never, and I was going to have my legendary sandwich, like it or not. I stepped out, tiptoeing forward slowly, then faster, pushing past shoppers and dodging stray grocery bags. I forced down a gag as mud splashed up onto my custom fitted brown leather shoes, gritting my teeth and forcing myself even further towards the double doors. I finally arrived inside the cursed place, fluorescent lights glaring down at me harshly. Then, cringing, I walked over to the “organic section” The lights flashed off the waxed apples, giving them a reddish fiery glow and only adding to the store’s hellishness. That's when I saw it. The stupendous caterpillar green head of lettuce, gently dusted with a glittering mist. The lettuce would be mine! The perfect condiment for my prodigious sandwich! My dream was only ruined by the disgusting grasping hands of a toddler’s as he picked up my prized baby. The demon’s mother smiled.
“We need a salad, don’t we Tommy?” She said, handing the toddler my beautiful lettuce. The imp smiled devilishly and nodded, though I heard nothing after that, for the world was a blur as I dashed forward, letting out a shriek of agony and snatching the lettuce from the boy, sprinting for the check-out line, pursued by the beast’s hag of a mother. I skidded to a halt in front of the checkout line, deaf to the toddlers crying. The checkout assistant looked me up and down behind heavily eyelined eyes,
“Can I help you with something?” she said dully.
I frowned “I want to buy this beauty,” I replied breathlessly. The attendant only rolled her eyes.
“Like everyone else,” she muttered, just as the mother reared up behind me.
“What is wrong with you?!” the crazed parent shrieked shrilly, just as I grabbed the lettuce from the attendant, and sprinted for the gates of death. What sounded like a million alarms ringing off all at once sounded, making me cringe as I dashed towards my car, the lettuce clutched protectively under my arm. I hopped into the cab of my truck, ignoring the mud stains on my shoes, and set my lettuce in the passenger seat, buckling it in. I then revved the engine, ignoring the shouts of shoppers as the pointed my car out to the police officers. Thankfully, I had just bought my car, and the license plate remained empty. I zipped onto the highway, pursued by police cars, sirens screaming as I swerving around cars. The sirens faded behind me as I sped, much over the speed limit, off the highway and towards the meat store. The sandwich would be mine - even if I had to break the law to make my dream come true. I parked, hopping out giddily and creaked the door open, stepping hastily up to the counter
“Do you have any… turkey? Or tuna?” I ask, my excitement building “Chicken?” I squeaked. The owner looked down at me intimidatingly, blood stains covering the front of his apron, a meat cleaver in hand.
“Read the sign stupid,” he grumbled, pointing toward a sign that read in sloppy handwriting “Buchr” He paused for a minute before asking, “Was there an accident on the road?”.
I shrugged “I don’t know,” I lied weakly, living up my reputation of being a horrible liar and changing the subject.
“Can you get me the meat then?”
The owner shrugged his massive shoulders “I dunno,” he rumbled sarcastically “let me check in the back,”
I sighed exasperatedly as he walked slowly to the back of the store, pushing his way into the back room, then frowned as I heard the door click closed, and the lock turn.
“Stupid rabble,” I muttered, pushing my way out the door and trudging dejectedly out towards my truck. This had been my last option, and considering the fact that I had already been to the convenience store, I began to doubt I would ever have my dream sandwich-though at least I would have my beautiful, fabulous, worthy of gods lettuce. I stepped into my car, my eyes blurry as I reached for the keyhole, taking a seat. My eyes widening at the sound of a juicy crunch from beneath me. I looked down slowly to see my precious green baby, smashed to death by my immense weight. Of course! I had sat down in the passengers seat because of my recent trip to Europe! Tears came to my eyes “Noooooooooooo!” I cried, just as my phone began to ring. I sobbed, pulling out my phone. My shoes and lettuce were ruined, along with my spirits.- a dream trampled. “Hello?,” I sniffed
“Hey there Zeb! I got your call- I got the stuff for your sandwi- Zeb? Zeb?”
Chapter 2:I couldn't believe my eyes. Travis Juniper, my old classmate (and total oddball) was right here, in the same seemingly magical and dangerous situation as me. I couldn't help but think, Why him? Travis is nice, popular, and funny, but when I dreamed of being whisked off on some adventure, it was either with the guy of my dreams, or my best friend. Of course, that was before I moved. Now it's just school, school, and more school.
But! That is waaaay off topic. Back to reality:
Travis drew in a sharp breath when he heard me. He wiggled his gag off so it hung around his neck. I did the same. "Azzy? Azzy Gull? What are- what are- gosh, what's going on?" He sounded panicked, which was not a shock, considering the circumstances. I shook my head. "I don't know. Did you, ah, evaporate too?" Travis nodded. "I looked down and my feet were gone!" Okay, this is better. We're in the same boat. "Travis, how long have you been here?" Travis shrugged. "It's hard to say. Probably an hour, maybe more." He sighed and slumped down.
I bit my lip. "We need to get out of here." I stated, then winced. I half expected him to say, "No dur, we should stay here." Fortunately, he didn't. "But where is 'here'?" Travis asked, peering around. I did too. The light was faint, but I could tell that we were in a small room. There were crates all around us. I didn't see a door anywhere. "Travis, let's look in those crates," I suggested.
Then, I realized we were still tied up. I huffed and Travis groaned. "Dang it!" Well, he is a farmer, but still, I winced. What would be next? "Dag nab it"s?
I thought for a while, slowly smiled. I had heard of this technic before, and it always worked. Then again, the people using the technics were not me, so I hoped for the best. "Travis, wiggle around so your ropes will slide down," I whispered, while stretching and moving around. I probably looked like I was having a seizure, but it worked. Once the ropes were off, I turned to Travis, who was having a little- no, a lot- trouble with his bindings. I crawled over to him and untied his ropes. "Oh. Thanks, Azzy." He sounded a bit embarrassed. I hide grin. "No prob."
We scrambled up to the crates. There were about ten. I tried to pry one open. The result was eight splinters and one unhappy twelve-year-old. Travis tried next. "We open crates all the time on the farm," he whispered, while pulling it open. I rolled my eyes. Of course. The guy succeeds, and the girl just stands there. Phooey.
Travis and I peered inside the crate. Nothing. Nothing in the next one, or the next one, or any of them. I threw my head back. Travis exhaled disappointedly. I trudged to the nearest walk and slumped against it. There was nothing, no hope. And there were also no trays of food or cups of water. Uh-oh. My stomach grumbled, right on cue. I hadn't had breakfast. Great.
Travis grabbed a piece of wood and sat down in a dusty corner, then began to doodle. He was an exceptional artist, I remembered. Everyone would beg him to draw anything for them. I peered over his shoulder. He was drawing a hamburger. Understandable. But as soon as he finished, the picture disappeared And a real hamburger popped up. We gaped. I poked it just to be sure. Yep, that is an honest-to-goodness hamburger. Travis sketched a bird, and it popped up and flew around. We gasped at the same time.
We stared for a moment, then Travis looked down at his hands, like, "Omygosh! I can't believe I have hands!" He creased his forehead, and then shakes his head in disbelief. I don't believe it either at first, but then I start to accept it.
Travis is magic.
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Thanks!!!! My teacher decided to read my story aloud to the whole class....I was sooooo embarrassed >.<
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I totally feel for you. Even though, you have a great wonderful story, your still awfully embarrass by it. It comes with creativity of a writer.
Anyway, one of my family members read one of my short stories to my family aloud. I wanted to instantly hide, and escape this awful putrid moment I was in. So basically, I'm saying, I know how you feel, Night.
Thanks you guys :) It means a lot to me to here what you guys have to say ^-^
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ProlougeA video comes on showing a man around his 50's or 60's sits in a chair scared and nervous. The man looks straight into the camera and says" I hope this video is viewed by people of a earth that is not in the apocalypse and has no freaks. If it is let me explain history because I know firsthand that history is changed for the worse. Stupid historians mistranslating the Mayan calendar, it wasn't December 21, 2012 it was September 12th 2021. So let me set you straight on the history of the end of the world, well it wouldn't be the end of the world if this being viewed by earthlings that aren't living in this chaos. Never mind my error. At first scientists Thought it was a comet that would just past earth, they were wrong. I'm not exactly sure what it was that hit earth but it killed almost everyone and destroyed so many places. Places like New York, Japan, California, Georgia, and Alabama were wiped off the map. We had thought no was genetically altered, well technically no one was but some of the survivors children were genetically altered. Freaks, is what sensible people like me call them others call them heroes or saviors, they are the dumbest creatures of this world. I mean how could these freaks be heroes!? They are freaks and menaces. I mean there is a teenager that can freeze anything, can make his fingers so cold he makes holes in walls cause the Ice spreads the solid molecules apart, also he can-" There's a crash then a laugh. Then a loud joyful voice says" Oh doc how kind your talking about me!" The doctor grabs a gun and Points it at the person not see able in the video. Then a tall young teenager with spiky blonde hair ripped jeans and a tattered up shirt that said"Take a chill pill bro." The older man presses the trigger but nothing happened, the man checked the gun it had frozen solid from the inside.The man throws the gun down and tries to run but the young man sprints up to him and taps his should turning him into a human ice sculpture. The man then punches the frozen one smashing it to pieces. Another young man looking exactly like the other but instead wearing a leather jacket and ripped jeans man. The tall one laughs" Desmond your a nutcase." Desmond laughs" actually I'm a ice case. Get it Tar tar?" The man goes from a smile to a scowl" I told you ice for brains do not call me that! We are not children anymore! Your Desmond and Terrance, and if you dare make another ice pun I will fry you with the electricity from that camera.God how the hell are we twins!? I mean it's hard to believe by just are personalities were even related." Desmond laughs"Tar tar take a chill pill man and be cool." Suddenly the camera shuts off and a bolt of electricity knocks Desmond to the ground.
Chapter 1- The effects of war
Desmond wakes up his heading feeling like a nail was pushed through his skull and he knew firsthand how that felt, still has the scar. He looked around and realized Terrance was carrying him" Let me the fuck down mother fucker." Terrance drops him then sprints off. Desmond groans and holds his head then feels a gun pressed against his head. Desmond grins then looks up seeing 4 men all armed with machine guns and wearing helmets. Desmond grabs the gun against his head freezing the gun and the man holding it. The others try to shoot him but their guns were jammed making bobby laugh when they threw the guns down. Desmond stands up brushing him self off, as one man charges he swiftly moves to the left then punches him in the stomach knocking him back then sucker punching him right in the face making him stumble then Desmond taps his head freezing him. He then grabs the throat of one shoulder lifting him up, freezing him then throwing him down shattering him.He kicks the young solider in the back of the knee making him fall to the ground then Desmond begins beat him until he knocks him out. A solider charges from behind bud Desmond just laughs turns around and throws the man against a tree" Ima call you Fucktard. Kay? So fucktard here's how it's gonna go your going to tell me your password to get into your base." Fucktard spits in in Desmond's face making Desmond throwing Fucktard down then grabbing his legs freezing them then uses his boot to smash his frozen legs to pieces then planting his foot on Fucktards stomach" TELL ME!!" Fucktard screams" Bald eagle it's Bald eagle!" Desmond breaks Fucktards hands by stomping on them" That's so you can't crawl away to follow me." Fucktard says" Why are you so evil?" Desmond smiles and looks at him" The effects of war." Desmond the grabs the unconscious solider and carries him off to the Super beings HQ. He throws the solider down on a table and says" The pass words Bald eagle." A python slithers up then turns Into unconscious man laying on the table wearing the exact same clothes. Desmond smiles" So viper we are finally ready to smuggle the weapons and use the normos on are sides to win this war!" Viper nods then asks" What are you gonna do with him?" Desmond frowns" I'm going to kill him and bury him." Viper nods" Don't be cruel kill him honorably." Desmond nods then takes the unconscious solider. The solider wakes up in a 8 foot hole with Desmond looking at him pilling dirt ontop of him the solider screams as Desmond buries alive until the dirt silences him as it goes down his throat.Desmond laughs manically wondering if he would uselessly claw at the dirt trying to escape his death.
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