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Apr 28, 2010 01:53PM
The lady was standing there, holding a bloodied bag in one hand. ((like, a canvas bag, sort of like a re-useable grocery bag, i think))
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Serena was gone, and Hama had tears in her eyes.
'THINGS!!!!!!' Screamed Hama, suddenly enraged.
'Just... Things.' Hama replied sheepishly.
Hama wlaked through and screamed.
Marki opened her eyes and glared at the ceiling.
"How could I have made such a fool out of myself?" she wondered.
She couldn't make up her mind, should she have just done it? Or endured it? But he was such a jerk!
Doing something, anything, would be better than lying there, wallowing in her own regret.
Trey was the boy next door, who she had teased and tormented since preschool.
"What's with the dork hat?" she called.
"I-" he turned bright red, "My Mom gave it to me for my birthday- if I don't wear it she'll feel bad..." he could only mumble, and it made her angry somehow. His problems weren't half as bad as her's!
But she couldn't go back home, not yet.
The librarian rose her eyebrows at Marki as she entered.
But then she wished she hadn't come, when she remembered who would probably be there.
She punched Mirki in the arm. "I remember you!"
'AAACHOO!' everyone in the room turned and looked at the tall girl.
The blow hurled her against the back wall.
If that was just a sneeze, than what would a yawn do to her? She backed away.
But the librarian gave a ninja-scream strange for such an old lady, and jumped onto the counter.
It was right then when she bumped right into him.
that's ok, this may be a dead end.
(New one works. We should stick to fantasy for this sentence story thing.)
(lol sure.)
Lena woke up in the middle of the woods. Everything was dark.
Lena woke up in the middle of the woods. Everything was dark.
Everything was blurry, but she could remember an eirie, (spelling?) green light, and the feel of cold hard metal on her skin. She shuddered.
(ACK! I can never remember.)
a snapping twig behind her made her shift nervously.
a snapping twig behind her made her shift nervously.
She started and turned around to see a dark figure.
He stacked the wood and started striking the flint and steel together. she still couldn't see the person's face.
He was tall and thin, with hair that hung in his eyes and a sad, compressed mouth that probably never smiled.
"Y-yeah." she said, all the while thinking, this is so weird.
A shiver ran down Lena's spine. Protect them from what? She stuttered the question to him.
Something hit her in the back of the head. She stumbled, dazed.
Next thing she knew the boy was shaking her. "We must run!" he said.
And the next thing she knew they were running through the woods with mysterious footsteps behind them.
"No, they're just good at smelling apples."
smack! She hit the tree and fell flat on her back.
But he was gone. She lay in the grass, and heard the strange padded footsteps behind her, and.....
Apples. The word echoed formidibly in her mind. An apple-y wiff floated toward her.
'uh...' She did not understand.
