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Mar 09, 2009 10:11PM
Her head throbbed in pain. She just wanted some sleep. Was that too much to ask? Apparently so. She was stuck typing away at her sickenly slow computer. It was acting weird – maybe it had a virus. No, it was most likely just as dead tired as she was and just as eager to get some shut-eye. She might have been coming down with a virus too, she couldn't tell. It didn't really matter what the cause was – whatever the reason, the affect remained the same and her drooping eyelids were evidence to it. She needed to get to bed, but she had to finish. The morning would be an early one, why couldn't she just go to sleep. Maybe she was already asleep. Maybe her brain had gone into “auto” mode. Maybe her fingers were still moving as an effect of some involuntary muscle contractions. Maybe the only thing that was classifying her as “awake” was the fact that her eyes were still partially open and the words on the screen before her.
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LOL Unfortunately, my mommy prevents such behavior.
Being dead tierd? LOL! Yeah, I really needed to get my writing goal for the day and didn't know what to write so...
Hmmmm...just start narrating your life. Like you just did. :D Good luck!
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No, sorry guys, I was commenting on what had happened that made me write what I did (about being tiered). Not in the present. Sorry, I can be confusing sometimes.
*Rayana* wrote: "Aaron stared at his reflection in the mirror, his jaw clenched and hands balled up into fists. Then, without warning, he grabbed his gun from its holster, pointed it at the mirror, and fired. The m..."Here's the rest of that:
His question was answered soon, when light began pouring into the dark hallways from open windows. He saw the front door and almost cried out in joy. He was almost out; just a few more steps. He jumped over a hole where some floorboards had broken off and feel down to the basement. An almost inaudible hiss came from it, but Aaron ignored it. He smiled triumphantly as he stopped in front of the door. He glanced over his shoulder, and then spat at the ground.
“That’s what I think of your bad luck.” he hissed, and then placed his hand on the silver doorknob. Then, everything went blank.
Aaron’s eyes widened and his irises clouded over. His mouth gaped open like a fish with no water, and his face had paled considerably. His bones began jutting out of his skin, making uneven stretch marks. A low moan escaped his almost-white lips, and he began shaking. He looked as fragile as a porcelain doll; yet his grip on the door knob still lingered. He had no will to move, no ability to do so anyway.
And now he remains there until his time of bad luck is over; time consumes his body and soul, rotting away the flesh and bone. By the time he revives, it will be too late.
Far too late.
Creepy...in a good way! The girl examined her nails carefully, trying to find the best angle to sweep the brush with nail polish over it. She moved her hand forward, beginning to paint, then a scream surprised her. The girl jumped up and spilled the nail polish to the floor. She swore at the red paint seeping over her hand, but that didn't stop it. She looked up, and there was Nadia, laughing.
"Man, I got you!" Nadia said between her chuckles. It was a classic rite of passage. You had to be pranked at least once by Nadia before you were considered an official employee of Nail Palace.
The victim, whose name was Cerra, wrinkled her nose spitefully.
"That wasn't funny." She said, then turned around and got a rag, mopping the nail polish. Nadia chuckled with the other girls. Cerra heard their snickers, and whipped around, her black hair hitting a Buddha on a shelf. The red nail polish was awakening something in her. Something evil. Its red color stood out against the quiet green tile like stars in the midnight sky.
That night, every one of Cerra's fellow employees were found dead in their bed, two pinprick holes in their neck.
It didn't make much sense though...Glad I scared you!
:DHis eyes traveled over the pile of dirt and bones. Was this real? He carefully brushed off the bones.
It was real.
First there was a whale shaped tale, thinning out into some ribs. A slender neck bone widened again, into a skull.
He had found a mermaid.
Oooh, cool :DHephaestus cackled evilly, staring at the blaze he had created from the tower of his citadel in the skies.
"This is revenge, Father." he hissed, eyes flashing. "Revenge for throwing me off that accursed mountain and making me like this."
Hephaestus looked down at his legs, both of whom who were crippled. He stood up weakly, leaning against the arm of his chair for support.
"And this-" he said, suddenly making a fire appear in a town, shrieks arising from it from men, women, and children. "Is for cheating on me with Ares, Aphrodite!"
He cackled evilly, and his teeth glinting in the light that shone from the flames.
((based on Greek mythology))
Ooooooooooohhhhhh...Finally! 'bout time Hephaestus took revenge.
And that baby rocked from side to side in its cradle on the tree's bough in the howling gales. Slowly the baby's cradle slipped from the tree, and it tumbled to the ground below.Horrifying, isn't it? But since I didn't rhyme, you'd protect your kids from this kind of stuff.
Hi all, I'm new here. This "paragraph" thing is pretty cool. I started writing a journal about a week ago. Every night I write out a "special moment" of the day...so I won't ever forget it and to practice my writing. Here is my moment from the weekend:Christian waited in the hospital chair still, yet patient. He was propped into position by Joe, Jacob’s new dad. He sat to the right of the chair, with a blanket to his left and a pillow over his lap that extended over the right arm of the chair. He put his arm into a cradle position after applying sanitizer to his hands, which was requested by the cautious new mom. Gently, Joe placed the baby into Christian’s arms. A feeling of being grown-up, because he was big enough to hold such a tiny baby, overcame the young man. Still as a tree on a windless day, he sat quietly and with extreme caution while he held the feeble, beautiful newborn in his arms. Melissa, the proud new mom sat, still sore, on her hospital bed and watched as everyone adored her newborn child. I sat in the blue hospital chair across the room, proud as well, of my son holding Jacob with even more care and caution than would be given by an adult. As Jacob fell asleep in Christian’s arms, it was one of the most beautiful sights I have seen in some time. And I could swear that the two of them together had an angelic glow that surrounded them.
Thanks! The idea came the other day when I was reading some writing I did when my mother passed away. I captured so much more than I thought. And I wished that I would have written more. So, now I do... every day :)A picture is worth a thousand words, but sometimes a thousand words are better.
I felt my heart speed up, and then I suddenly felt a tremor. It was time. It was time for the end of the world. Everyone was going to die. I laughed. It was so insanely ironic, it was hilarious.
:d. SHOOT, CAPS LOCK! The phone rang. Jimmy played his guitar. My mother argued with Dad. The sound of delighted screaming and laughing echoed from outside. A horn honked. Boys catcalled. Girls jumped rope while chanting about Cinderella. The grind of bike tires sounded. All that unnecessary noise, didn't they see that their foolish little games never mattered in the end?
I liked it here in the dark. Nothing was what it looked like. Everything was diguised... hidden by a black shadow of night. This was where I should be. This was where I belonged. And this was where my life would end.
ooooooooooohhhhhhhh....Light pressed in on my eyelids. It burned into my vision, wait, vision? I'd never had that before. Color flooded in, I knew what it was now. Then, suddenly, my parents were shouting, holding their fingers in front of me. "She can see!" I saw each individual bit of dust and dirt beneath my mother's fingernails, saw all the bruises and scars on my father's palm. I could see.
The clouds she saw throough the window dragged down on her. She felt an overwhelming desire to sleep. The haze around her pained her head. She had a nagging feeling going on and off, like a switch. She wanted so dearly to eb active, but couldn't find hte heart. So, she let it take her over, and she collapsed into the dream.
I sat on my bed with the pencil eraser in my mouth. I had finally finished the prologue. Tons of ideas and questions ran through my mind. Nothing seemed right. I took out my heavy, navy blue binder, and opened it up. It was my language arts binder, that had actually become useful. I looked at the writing traits I had learned. But still, one question seemed to stand out amongst the others. What if no one likes my story? I started to doodle on my paper, and then stopped. My hand automatically moved to the first line of the blank page. How did that happen? The pages of the notebook started to fill up with the first chapter after a while. I laid my head on my pillow, satisfied with my accomplishment of finishing the first half of chapter one.
I likey...Pencils, like paper, are very inspirational. Staring at them for hours at the time always helps me find that idea.
Every once and a while you turn on the news and you hear about a miricle. A man survives a bucket over Niagra Falls, or a Single Mother in Florida find Jesus drawn out in soap scum. They call these things signs from god, a glimmer of hope. We hear these things and tape outr eyelids open and stare at the tv. But, if you are lucky, you get to see one of these things right in front of you. Tyler Holden was a miracle, a sign from god, and there were no news cameras following him. I had him all to myself.
ooooooooooooooooooohhhhh, that sounds like something Jodi Picoult would write! It's beautiful!
((I still LOVE that paragraph Marley!!))I looked at him sitting there doing his classwork. Why did he look so familiar? I couldn't remember where I had seen him before. He looked up. He probably had that feeling that someone was watching him. I quickly started to scribble on a piece of paper, and pretended to be doing my work. I thought and thought about him. I had seen him somewhere before, and it was killing me that I couldn't remember where. I finished up my notes just as the shrill bell rang. I shoved my binder and paper into my backpack and headed toward the cafeteria. I got to the lunch table, and there were a bunch of boys already there. They've been trying to take over the table for the last three days. I rolled my eyes and sat down by one of them. They were hard to get rid of. I put my bulgy backpack under the table and looked up. There that boy was again. I was dying to know where I had seen him before. Catherine arrived and tried to shoo the boys away, but they were just too stubborn to leave. Lunched passed by quickly, and I didn't get to finish my lunch. I walked to science class in a daze, and as I walked up the stairs, I saw him again. I tried to look away and stop thinking about him. I distracted myself for a while, and then I saw him again. Why was he in so many of my classes?
This is an excerpt from my like messed up 2nd book i'm working on . . . so anyways. I'm trying to decide whether this should be the first chapter or not . . . I have 4 different versions so far of my second book.
A man at the front of the group grinned maliciously. “Ah, Clarissa. I see you’ve had a child. And another I presume, from the hurried whispers I heard?”
The woman stayed silent.
The man frowned, and took a step towards her, “You see, I’ve been searching for you for many, many years. Your daughter has grown anxious, she tried at you once, but you disappeared.”
The woman nodded, “Yes, I tend to do that quite often nowadays.”
A young boy beside the man walked towards him, “Get it over with. We aren’t trying to make a speech, she only wants to know which of them has it.”
The woman’s eyes flashed, and just as the man began to speak again, she could hear a car pull into the driveway. She just needed to stall them for a few moments longer . . .
“Ah yes. You see, I’m only here for one reason,” the man said fingering with his handgun.
“And that reason is to know which of my children has the power,” the woman stated silently. “Well, I can tell you now that the boy doesn’t.”
The boy narrowed his eyes, (he seemed only eighteen), “She’s lying. She’s trying to protect her family.”
“Calm down Ayden,” the man hissed at him. The boy rolled his eyes, but kept his finger firmly on the trigger of his handgun. “She’s not lying.”
The woman breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly, the door behind her opened. She cringed, and silently turned towards him, “Dallin honey, shut the door please.”
But the boy was transfixed at the men in black before his mother. “Who are those men mommy?” he asked with a hint of curiosity and fear.
“Dallin, please shut the door,” his mother pressed.
But the man signaled towards Ayden, and he quickly had the tiny boy held tightly within his grasp. Dallin tried to break free, but Ayden had been trained well, he knew how to play the game.
The man shook his head with a sinister laugh in his throat. “You see, Clarissa, we don’t just want to know, we also want to see for ourselves.”
A man at the front of the group grinned maliciously. “Ah, Clarissa. I see you’ve had a child. And another I presume, from the hurried whispers I heard?”
The woman stayed silent.
The man frowned, and took a step towards her, “You see, I’ve been searching for you for many, many years. Your daughter has grown anxious, she tried at you once, but you disappeared.”
The woman nodded, “Yes, I tend to do that quite often nowadays.”
A young boy beside the man walked towards him, “Get it over with. We aren’t trying to make a speech, she only wants to know which of them has it.”
The woman’s eyes flashed, and just as the man began to speak again, she could hear a car pull into the driveway. She just needed to stall them for a few moments longer . . .
“Ah yes. You see, I’m only here for one reason,” the man said fingering with his handgun.
“And that reason is to know which of my children has the power,” the woman stated silently. “Well, I can tell you now that the boy doesn’t.”
The boy narrowed his eyes, (he seemed only eighteen), “She’s lying. She’s trying to protect her family.”
“Calm down Ayden,” the man hissed at him. The boy rolled his eyes, but kept his finger firmly on the trigger of his handgun. “She’s not lying.”
The woman breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly, the door behind her opened. She cringed, and silently turned towards him, “Dallin honey, shut the door please.”
But the boy was transfixed at the men in black before his mother. “Who are those men mommy?” he asked with a hint of curiosity and fear.
“Dallin, please shut the door,” his mother pressed.
But the man signaled towards Ayden, and he quickly had the tiny boy held tightly within his grasp. Dallin tried to break free, but Ayden had been trained well, he knew how to play the game.
The man shook his head with a sinister laugh in his throat. “You see, Clarissa, we don’t just want to know, we also want to see for ourselves.”
I LOVE IT! IT's SO fREAKING GOOD!
yeaah . . . that was like the original plan I had . . . added a few charries here and there . . . I just need to work it out and figure which of the 4 versions I like best. D:
I'm speechless! I just love the whole writing. I felt like I was actually there. Or maybe watching a really good movie!
wow thanks!! That helps a lot!
yeah there is, I could post um the first part and the part after if you want?
Stars littered the sky in the early hours of the morning. The sky began to turn a lighter shade of blue, and the dark home began to brighten slowly as the sun started to peek over the mountain peaks. A woman stood by the window still dressed in clothes she wore the day before. Her hands were crossed over her stomach like she was sick, and her piercing brown eyes were rimmed with water. Why was the woman so sad?
Her hand brushed through the draperies, and suddenly she turned towards a small baby girl, lying upon the woman’s bed. She ran her hand across the baby’s soft cheek, and a twinge of a smile snuck upon the creases of her lips.
“Where is your father dear one?” she whispered into the early morning hours. “He should be home by now.” Her eyes wandered to the window once again, and instantly they bent into a scowl.
She gently pulled the baby into her arms, and stared out the window. Three black cars were beginning to park in different areas of the street, and two men got out of each vehicle. Each of the men gathering together and heading to her home.
“Dallin,” she whispered to herself while quickly running to her son’s room. She quietly opened the door, and gently shook him awake. “Sweetie, you need to get up. We’re going to take a drive right now.”
“Right now?” the boy moaned only half-awake. “Why now?”
The mother glanced out the door, and then peeked out the window. “Hurry sweetie. You can go in your pajamas, we just need to get to the car quickly.”
The boy emptily crawled out of bed, and walked to his mother’s open arms. “Where will be going?” he asked.
“Um,” the mother thought quickly, “We’re going to go to the beach.”
The boy’s eyes widened, “Why the beach? It’s so far away!”
But the mother was prevented from answering for, instantly she heard many footsteps walking through her home. She stopped dead in the hallway, and shuffled back into her son’s room. “Dallin, get under your bed, and lock the door. Don’t move, do you hear me?”
The boy’s eyes widened, fear clearly reflected from the pain in his mother’s voice, “But why?”
“No questions, do it please? Quickly,” she pushed him in his room, and shut the door. The baby girl still rested in her arms, but there was nothing else she could do for the baby; the boy was only four years old, he couldn’t take care of a baby.
The woman waited, and suddenly, six men came from around the corner, each of them holding a weapon in their hands. She raised her head trying to stand strong, while trying to rock her child to sleep.
then this part
A man at the front of the group grinned maliciously. “Ah, Clarissa. I see you’ve had a child. And another I presume, from the hurried whispers I heard?”
The woman stayed silent.
The man frowned, and took a step towards her, “You see, I’ve been searching for you for many, many years. Your daughter has grown anxious, she tried at you once, but you disappeared.”
The woman nodded, “Yes, I tend to do that quite often nowadays.”
A young boy beside the man walked towards him, “Get it over with. We aren’t trying to make a speech, she only wants to know which of them has it.”
The woman’s eyes flashed, and just as the man began to speak again, she could hear a car pull into the driveway. She just needed to stall them for a few moments longer . . .
“Ah yes. You see, I’m only here for one reason,” the man said fingering with his handgun.
“And that reason is to know which of my children has the power,” the woman stated silently. “Well, I can tell you now that the boy doesn’t.”
The boy narrowed his eyes, (he seemed only eighteen), “She’s lying. She’s trying to protect her family.”
“Calm down Ayden,” the man hissed at him. The boy rolled his eyes, but kept his finger firmly on the trigger of his handgun. “She’s not lying.”
The woman breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly, the door behind her opened. She cringed, and silently turned towards him, “Dallin honey, shut the door please.”
But the boy was transfixed at the men in black before his mother. “Who are those men mommy?” he asked with a hint of curiosity and fear.
“Dallin, please shut the door,” his mother pressed.
But the man signaled towards Ayden, and he quickly had the tiny boy held tightly within his grasp. Dallin tried to break free, but Ayden had been trained well, he knew how to play the game.
The man shook his head with a sinister laugh in his throat. “You see, Clarissa, we don’t just want to know, we also want to see for ourselves.”
then this part:
Clarissa pulled the baby girl Ashlyn tight against her chest, “I can assure you that Dallin doesn’t have it! There is no need to take him!”
The man rolled his eyes, “Of course he doesn’t! I already know that! I only have precautions set with the boy so he won’t get in the way. I’m talking about your baby girl. She wants to see for herself whether she has the power.”
“No,” the woman hissed.
The man’s eye twitched, “I’ll have to use force.”
“You won’t have to,” a voice echoed from behind the group. All eyes turned to see who it was, but before they could, the man began to physically make his way to his wife.
“Are you alright?” he whispered to her while exchanging the tiny girl.
“I’m fine,” Clarissa whispered back. “Hurry, take her and go. Get out of here as fast as you can.”
Her husband’s eyes wandered down to the tiny boy who had broken free of the teenager, “What about Dallin?”
“We’ll be fine, don’t worry,” the woman quietly whispered, a tear rolling down her cheek.
Her husband gently pressed his lips against hers, and then began to pull away from her, while the men began to fling bullets around.
“Promise me you’ll come back,” Clarissa called to him.
The man paused, “I can’t promise sweetheart. But I’ll do the best that I can.”
After that moment, he was gone.
Black men swarmed the two beings left behind, while half took off after the man and the baby girl. Bullets rang out among the ears of the two innocents, and suddenly the nightmare ended.
Her hand brushed through the draperies, and suddenly she turned towards a small baby girl, lying upon the woman’s bed. She ran her hand across the baby’s soft cheek, and a twinge of a smile snuck upon the creases of her lips.
“Where is your father dear one?” she whispered into the early morning hours. “He should be home by now.” Her eyes wandered to the window once again, and instantly they bent into a scowl.
She gently pulled the baby into her arms, and stared out the window. Three black cars were beginning to park in different areas of the street, and two men got out of each vehicle. Each of the men gathering together and heading to her home.
“Dallin,” she whispered to herself while quickly running to her son’s room. She quietly opened the door, and gently shook him awake. “Sweetie, you need to get up. We’re going to take a drive right now.”
“Right now?” the boy moaned only half-awake. “Why now?”
The mother glanced out the door, and then peeked out the window. “Hurry sweetie. You can go in your pajamas, we just need to get to the car quickly.”
The boy emptily crawled out of bed, and walked to his mother’s open arms. “Where will be going?” he asked.
“Um,” the mother thought quickly, “We’re going to go to the beach.”
The boy’s eyes widened, “Why the beach? It’s so far away!”
But the mother was prevented from answering for, instantly she heard many footsteps walking through her home. She stopped dead in the hallway, and shuffled back into her son’s room. “Dallin, get under your bed, and lock the door. Don’t move, do you hear me?”
The boy’s eyes widened, fear clearly reflected from the pain in his mother’s voice, “But why?”
“No questions, do it please? Quickly,” she pushed him in his room, and shut the door. The baby girl still rested in her arms, but there was nothing else she could do for the baby; the boy was only four years old, he couldn’t take care of a baby.
The woman waited, and suddenly, six men came from around the corner, each of them holding a weapon in their hands. She raised her head trying to stand strong, while trying to rock her child to sleep.
then this part
A man at the front of the group grinned maliciously. “Ah, Clarissa. I see you’ve had a child. And another I presume, from the hurried whispers I heard?”
The woman stayed silent.
The man frowned, and took a step towards her, “You see, I’ve been searching for you for many, many years. Your daughter has grown anxious, she tried at you once, but you disappeared.”
The woman nodded, “Yes, I tend to do that quite often nowadays.”
A young boy beside the man walked towards him, “Get it over with. We aren’t trying to make a speech, she only wants to know which of them has it.”
The woman’s eyes flashed, and just as the man began to speak again, she could hear a car pull into the driveway. She just needed to stall them for a few moments longer . . .
“Ah yes. You see, I’m only here for one reason,” the man said fingering with his handgun.
“And that reason is to know which of my children has the power,” the woman stated silently. “Well, I can tell you now that the boy doesn’t.”
The boy narrowed his eyes, (he seemed only eighteen), “She’s lying. She’s trying to protect her family.”
“Calm down Ayden,” the man hissed at him. The boy rolled his eyes, but kept his finger firmly on the trigger of his handgun. “She’s not lying.”
The woman breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly, the door behind her opened. She cringed, and silently turned towards him, “Dallin honey, shut the door please.”
But the boy was transfixed at the men in black before his mother. “Who are those men mommy?” he asked with a hint of curiosity and fear.
“Dallin, please shut the door,” his mother pressed.
But the man signaled towards Ayden, and he quickly had the tiny boy held tightly within his grasp. Dallin tried to break free, but Ayden had been trained well, he knew how to play the game.
The man shook his head with a sinister laugh in his throat. “You see, Clarissa, we don’t just want to know, we also want to see for ourselves.”
then this part:
Clarissa pulled the baby girl Ashlyn tight against her chest, “I can assure you that Dallin doesn’t have it! There is no need to take him!”
The man rolled his eyes, “Of course he doesn’t! I already know that! I only have precautions set with the boy so he won’t get in the way. I’m talking about your baby girl. She wants to see for herself whether she has the power.”
“No,” the woman hissed.
The man’s eye twitched, “I’ll have to use force.”
“You won’t have to,” a voice echoed from behind the group. All eyes turned to see who it was, but before they could, the man began to physically make his way to his wife.
“Are you alright?” he whispered to her while exchanging the tiny girl.
“I’m fine,” Clarissa whispered back. “Hurry, take her and go. Get out of here as fast as you can.”
Her husband’s eyes wandered down to the tiny boy who had broken free of the teenager, “What about Dallin?”
“We’ll be fine, don’t worry,” the woman quietly whispered, a tear rolling down her cheek.
Her husband gently pressed his lips against hers, and then began to pull away from her, while the men began to fling bullets around.
“Promise me you’ll come back,” Clarissa called to him.
The man paused, “I can’t promise sweetheart. But I’ll do the best that I can.”
After that moment, he was gone.
Black men swarmed the two beings left behind, while half took off after the man and the baby girl. Bullets rang out among the ears of the two innocents, and suddenly the nightmare ended.
Oh my gosh! It's so intense! I think that it's probably the best I've read. Do you have a lot of the story finished already?
I could say that, of the four parts yes . . . Here's the rest of the chapter I wrote if you want to read it.
Jamie awoke with a start, sitting straight up in bed. She brushed her hair out of her eyes, and glanced out the window, the sun was up, and the smell of breakfast streaming into her room from the kitchen. She glanced at her clock, which read 8:03.
She crawled out of her bed, and walked across her room, to open up her blinds covering the wall of windows she had facing the ocean. Light began to filter into her room, and soon enough, she was recalling the dream she had had the previous night.
She rubbed her forehead, and walked into her bathroom while pulling her long hair into a ponytail.
“Stupid dream,” she muttered to herself. Jamie had had that dream many times before; it was just the first time she had had it in a long while. This time, she could actually hear the voices, and what they were saying.
She pulled open her door and headed down the many stairs through her mansion of a home to the kitchen.
Maggie was just placing the breakfast on the table where her father sat reading the paper. Jamie took a seat across from him, and began to eat the freshly made pancakes. Her father set down the paper, and began to eat his also. Maggie came to sit with them, even though she was the nanny, she was welcome as family in the home.
Jamie eyed her father carefully while he ate. His eyes seemed distant, and then she noticed the rings on his fingers, the earring placed back in his ear, and how his hand gripped the paper tightly.
“Where you going now?” she asked cautiously. Whenever he was ready to go on a mission, every one had to be wary of his attitude. If he left on a bad note, he was angry on his mission, and rarely retrieved what he wanted. But if he left happy, it was the complete opposite.
“The Florida Keys,” he said shortly while enveloping himself in the newspaper once again.
Jamie narrowed her eyes, “Then you’ll be gone longer than a month?”
He nodded, “It’s important that I go there Jamie.” He set the paper down, and crossed his arms while staring at his daughter. “There has been another rumor of treasure there, and my team wants me to come retrieve it.”
Maggie kept silent through the conversation; she wasn’t always the person to speak out when it wasn’t her turn.
Jamie finished up her meal, and stared at her father, “You just returned.”
“I know I did, but it’s important that I go. This is the only way I can bring money to our little family.”
“Don’t we have enough?” she asked rolling her eyes. After the six treasure chests he had discovered, and many other things he had found in the oceans had made them rich. They moved from St. George Utah, to San Diego, California, and had a contractor build them a mansion by the beach. It had taken the place of 10 old beach homes that had originally resided there, but John Lapden had bought it from them.
This time it was John’s turn to roll his eyes, “Six chests full of treasure can’t always do us good in this family. The economy is failing, and this way with this treasure we should be set for three years.”
Jamie’s eyes widened, “Is it seriously that much?”
He nodded, and stood up while taking his plate to the sink. “I’ll most likely be back by October.”
Jamie set her head in her hand, and stared up at him, “I guess it’s for the better, just like every other time.”
Maggie glanced at Jamie, and took both of their plates to the sink, and started to do dishes.
John turned to Maggie as she stuck the dishes in the dishwasher, “You can handle her for that long?”
She laughed, “Now that she’s thirteen, and with school starting, don’t worry.”
“I’ll pay you extra. It’s a big help to me.” He heaved a sigh and walked over to his daughter.
“Are you leaving now?” she asked quietly.
He nodded, “I have to get to the dock by 9:00.”
She bit her lip, and stared up at him, “I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too.” He laughed to himself, and then wrapped her in a warm hug, “When I get home you better have some good grades.”
Jamie stood and laughed. “Don’t worry.”
He nodded, and turned to Maggie, “You still know my cell right?”
“Of course.”
“Okay then. Bye.” He walked to the garage, and through the many walls, both girls could hear him start up his Ford truck.
Jamie growled to herself as the roar of the engine disappeared. Even though she was going to miss her father, Maggie was more a family to her, and they weren’t even related. Because of this friendship between them, she was dying to tell her about the dream she had again last night.
“I had it again,” she stated while walking over to the island and sitting on a stool.
“Again?” she asked while pausing from doing the dishes.
Jamie nodded, “But this time, I could hear what they were saying.”
Maggie placed more dishes in the dishwasher waiting for Jamie to continue on.
“The teenager I told you about, the one who had nearly strangled the younger boy, his name was Ayden. The younger boy’s name was Dallin. The mother holding the baby girl was named Clarissa, and the girl was Ashlyn. I never caught what the husband’s name was, or what the leader’s name was. Those were the only words spoken.”
Maggie finished up the dishes, and started to run it, and leaned up against the island while staring deep into Jamie’s eyes. “What were they doing?”
“The leader wanted the baby girl to know if she had something. I don’t know what it was. But the husband came, and ran away with the baby girl. Three took after him, while trying to gun him down, while three stayed and gunned down the mother Clarissa, and the boy Dallin. I don’t know if they’re dead or not.”
Maggie took a deep breath, while thinking of something to say.
“Do you know what it means?” Jamie asked.
Maggie shook her head, “I’m afraid not sweetie. But if it ever continues on, and you discover more names, let me know.”
She nodded, and then Maggie continued on, “Now go get dressed. Want to go see a movie today?”
Jamie nodded, and walked away. But as she glanced over her shoulder, Maggie had out her cell phone texting someone.
Jamie awoke with a start, sitting straight up in bed. She brushed her hair out of her eyes, and glanced out the window, the sun was up, and the smell of breakfast streaming into her room from the kitchen. She glanced at her clock, which read 8:03.
She crawled out of her bed, and walked across her room, to open up her blinds covering the wall of windows she had facing the ocean. Light began to filter into her room, and soon enough, she was recalling the dream she had had the previous night.
She rubbed her forehead, and walked into her bathroom while pulling her long hair into a ponytail.
“Stupid dream,” she muttered to herself. Jamie had had that dream many times before; it was just the first time she had had it in a long while. This time, she could actually hear the voices, and what they were saying.
She pulled open her door and headed down the many stairs through her mansion of a home to the kitchen.
Maggie was just placing the breakfast on the table where her father sat reading the paper. Jamie took a seat across from him, and began to eat the freshly made pancakes. Her father set down the paper, and began to eat his also. Maggie came to sit with them, even though she was the nanny, she was welcome as family in the home.
Jamie eyed her father carefully while he ate. His eyes seemed distant, and then she noticed the rings on his fingers, the earring placed back in his ear, and how his hand gripped the paper tightly.
“Where you going now?” she asked cautiously. Whenever he was ready to go on a mission, every one had to be wary of his attitude. If he left on a bad note, he was angry on his mission, and rarely retrieved what he wanted. But if he left happy, it was the complete opposite.
“The Florida Keys,” he said shortly while enveloping himself in the newspaper once again.
Jamie narrowed her eyes, “Then you’ll be gone longer than a month?”
He nodded, “It’s important that I go there Jamie.” He set the paper down, and crossed his arms while staring at his daughter. “There has been another rumor of treasure there, and my team wants me to come retrieve it.”
Maggie kept silent through the conversation; she wasn’t always the person to speak out when it wasn’t her turn.
Jamie finished up her meal, and stared at her father, “You just returned.”
“I know I did, but it’s important that I go. This is the only way I can bring money to our little family.”
“Don’t we have enough?” she asked rolling her eyes. After the six treasure chests he had discovered, and many other things he had found in the oceans had made them rich. They moved from St. George Utah, to San Diego, California, and had a contractor build them a mansion by the beach. It had taken the place of 10 old beach homes that had originally resided there, but John Lapden had bought it from them.
This time it was John’s turn to roll his eyes, “Six chests full of treasure can’t always do us good in this family. The economy is failing, and this way with this treasure we should be set for three years.”
Jamie’s eyes widened, “Is it seriously that much?”
He nodded, and stood up while taking his plate to the sink. “I’ll most likely be back by October.”
Jamie set her head in her hand, and stared up at him, “I guess it’s for the better, just like every other time.”
Maggie glanced at Jamie, and took both of their plates to the sink, and started to do dishes.
John turned to Maggie as she stuck the dishes in the dishwasher, “You can handle her for that long?”
She laughed, “Now that she’s thirteen, and with school starting, don’t worry.”
“I’ll pay you extra. It’s a big help to me.” He heaved a sigh and walked over to his daughter.
“Are you leaving now?” she asked quietly.
He nodded, “I have to get to the dock by 9:00.”
She bit her lip, and stared up at him, “I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too.” He laughed to himself, and then wrapped her in a warm hug, “When I get home you better have some good grades.”
Jamie stood and laughed. “Don’t worry.”
He nodded, and turned to Maggie, “You still know my cell right?”
“Of course.”
“Okay then. Bye.” He walked to the garage, and through the many walls, both girls could hear him start up his Ford truck.
Jamie growled to herself as the roar of the engine disappeared. Even though she was going to miss her father, Maggie was more a family to her, and they weren’t even related. Because of this friendship between them, she was dying to tell her about the dream she had again last night.
“I had it again,” she stated while walking over to the island and sitting on a stool.
“Again?” she asked while pausing from doing the dishes.
Jamie nodded, “But this time, I could hear what they were saying.”
Maggie placed more dishes in the dishwasher waiting for Jamie to continue on.
“The teenager I told you about, the one who had nearly strangled the younger boy, his name was Ayden. The younger boy’s name was Dallin. The mother holding the baby girl was named Clarissa, and the girl was Ashlyn. I never caught what the husband’s name was, or what the leader’s name was. Those were the only words spoken.”
Maggie finished up the dishes, and started to run it, and leaned up against the island while staring deep into Jamie’s eyes. “What were they doing?”
“The leader wanted the baby girl to know if she had something. I don’t know what it was. But the husband came, and ran away with the baby girl. Three took after him, while trying to gun him down, while three stayed and gunned down the mother Clarissa, and the boy Dallin. I don’t know if they’re dead or not.”
Maggie took a deep breath, while thinking of something to say.
“Do you know what it means?” Jamie asked.
Maggie shook her head, “I’m afraid not sweetie. But if it ever continues on, and you discover more names, let me know.”
She nodded, and then Maggie continued on, “Now go get dressed. Want to go see a movie today?”
Jamie nodded, and walked away. But as she glanced over her shoulder, Maggie had out her cell phone texting someone.
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