dark

"Yeah I'm fine." I yelled back. I got up again, and turned on the light that illuminated my big mess. I almost wished I could turn it off again, and darken the mess out of existance. I tip toed my way over the broken glass to the door and stepped outside to meet Kyler.

"What was it?" He asked. For the first time since I'd known him, his face was serious, and not goofy.

"A glass pitcher." I replied. He nodded. "Why aren't you sleeping?" I asked.

"I couldn't," He said. "I'm not particularily used to these sounds... I didn't sleep well last night either. Why are you up?"

"Weird dreams."

"Oh?" He inquired. I realized my dream was a bit embarrassing to tell, so I didn't give any more information. Then I realized something weird. Why had Kyler been hanging out around my cabin, and not somewhere else? I decided not to inquire, which saved me from a lot of embarrasment.

"I'm staying right there," He pointed to the cabin of the left of mine. So that's why he was on the beach right there, I thought.

"Good to know. I better clean up my mess, and try to sleep some more." I finally said. "You should do the same." I finished with a wide grin. He barely grinned, and walked away. I didn't quite understand his attitude, but I went back in my room, cleaned up my mess, and went back to sleep.

I left shortly after taking a look around her cabin, and went back to my own. Both huts were identically built, though different items adorned it. Since fruit trees was her passion, she had a small lemon tree as well as pictures of trees in bloom all over her room. Whoever had organized the last generations program was really nice, and considerate of our preferances. I was curious as to what Kyler's room was like―it probably could tell me a lot about him.

Also, I don't know how anyone could have known about my passion of sail boats and the ocean. I had never told anyone but my best friend who snobbed it off as if it had been silly. I wasn't looking forward to tommorow. We all had a meating at the Main Plaza, and we would talk about who was going to be in charge of what. I didn't particularily have any work I was good at, so I was afraid to be selected to be in charge of  cleaning bathrooms or something like that.

I saved those thougths for tomorrow. I walked up the wooden steps that lead to my little door. I took one last look at the thundering ocean, and made up my mind that I would go swimming the next morning. I slipped into a pair of soft cotton blue pajamas, and crawled into bed. I closed my eyes, and fell asleep right away.

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The dark room engulfted her with fear,

she sat on her bed and took in three shaky breaths.

She had been here for a while now,

trapped in this cell with no one in sight.

There was a knife laying next to her,

and she knew she could use it anytime she needed

to protect her life―the last thing she had left.

She used the little day light left today to look for a way out.

She had done this several times now,

but always hoped she'd missed a spot on the large walls.

This time was different. She found a flash light in a dark corner,

and supprisingly, it had batteries.

She turned on the bright white-yellow light,

and shone it around the room.

She gapped in horror.

The walls were covered in blood, and so was the floor.

She was bloody all over, the crusty dry stuff she had believed to be dirt,

but now she made the terrible realization that she was injured.

She sat down again, and breathed in slowly.

She was hungry and weak.

Suddenly she hears a noise from the top of the hole.

She looks up and tries to hide in the dark corner.

She can make out a shape,

a dark figure as it jumps

 in the middle of the dark cell.

The creature isn't human at all,

with its skinny legs and arms all touching the ground.

A flash of white light illuminates the room,

and she is blinded.

A shrill scream fills the room.

I went back to my cabing early that night. I said goodnight to Kyler, who seemed sad I was already going to bed, and headed off. I knew the way, but realized it was much further than I'd thought. I was in the South-West camp, and it was at least half a mile from the main plaza. my cabin was second to last cabing on the beach. It then turned to jungle, and a narrow path lead to Snagash, the camp for the older teenagers. I looked at my cabing all around it, and studied it carefully. The cabin was raise about four feet off the ground, I'm guessing because of the tide. The wooden structure was well built, and the grass roof was pretty sturdy looking. I climed the steps, and went in. Suprisingly, there was a light switch, and when I turned it on, a dim orange light illuminated the dark room.

The small kitchen included a stove top, and a small cubbard with utencils, plates, bowls, cups, pots, and pans. There was a little toaster, and a blender, which I was happy to see because I loved smoothies. I looked again at my clauset, and after looking around some, spotted a bathing suit. The grey and blue one piece reminded me that I hadn't gone swimming. I looked outside, and decided to go out, and soak my feet in the roaring ocean. I looked up and down the beach, and spotted a small black spot in a distance. I decided to walk towards it, thinking it might be Kyller or Gothel. I slowly got closer, and now could make out an immobile figure, seemingly sitting on the beach. I reached the person, and said; Read more »

We walked back to the "main plaza" as it was called, and had dinner. On the way, I learned that there were thirty people in all― fifteen boys, and fifteen girls. Andrea had been running the generator all day, so the everything was decorated with yellow Christmas lights. Dinner was served like a buffet, and there were a lot of different dishes; baked potatoes, pinto bean caserol, fish (which grossed me out, being a vegetarien) and pasta in pesto, roasted garlic, and parmasan cheese. It was a feast, and I knew that not every meal was going to be like that from now on. When we all sat down to eat, Andrea came over, and called for attention.

            "Good evening everyone. I hope you have enjoyed your first day on this island, but I need you to know it's not going to be like this tommorow, or the day after and so on." We knew. "From now on, you will be divided into three camps―three different communities.”

            “One will be in the North, one in South-West, and the other in the South-East. The base camp in the North is called Flowara. It is the one we are in right now, and the youngest people will live here. The people who will be part of this group are Lizzy, Rick, Sarah, Nathaniel, Jenna, Steven, and to supervise them, should they need it, I will also assign Bella, Jeff, Lydia, and Daniel to live in Flowara.” Read more »

"Finally!" Kyler spit out a couple cantalope pits into the bushes.

            "Eew!" I frowned. "That's gross." He only replied with a wide smile, and said;

            "Are you ready?"

            "I'm guessing I have no choice." He laughed.

            "But I've a feeling you want to."

            "Maybe..!" This conversation was getting awkward, so I was glad when he changed the subject.

            "So Andrea gave me a map, and we can go all over the island. It's not very big― just five miles long and three miles wide."

            "Not very big?! That's huge!" I exlaimed.

            "Ah, you'll see. It's gonna seem small after a while."

            "And how do I suppose you would know that?" I retorted. As he always did, he only answered with a grin. And we headed north. Read more »

Chapter two

Atlantis

            I woke up, and sat straight up, recalling the events of yesterday. I felt a little dizzy. I had hopped I would wake up and find it was all a dream, but to my dissapointment, (or delight― I was pretty confused) I found myself in the cuttest little grass hut with a small kitchen, and a bed lightly padded with some kind of dried up leaf. For a blanket, there was a nice thick quilt. My back was stiff. I wasn't exactly used to sleeping on such a hard surface, but I knew I had to get used to it.

            I heard a knock on my door. I got up, yawned, and went to see who it was. I opended the door, and found Kyler just standing there with his annoyingly charming goofy grin of his.

            "What are you doing here? How did you know where to find me?" I asked.

            "Good morning to you too... I ah, asked Andrea where you were and I'm here because I was wondering if you wanted to go explore the island this morning." He looked down, and started kicking sand with his bare feet.

            "Uhh... sure, I just need to get dressed, and I'm painfully hungry." I then realized I had eaten nothing exept the nasty meal they served on the plane yesterday. Read more »

We stayed on the island a good half hour, and then departed again. The sky got cloudy as the evening began, and the sunset sent out glorious bright pink, orange and purple colors all over the white and puffy clouds. Eventually, it got dark, and I went to sleep.

            "Teyla... Teyla!" I woke up to Tyler's voice. I looked out the window, and saw Atlantis. It was dark, but the bright moon lit up the waterline, and I could see a long beach, covered in the gloomy shadows of the numerous palm trees. We landed shortly, and everyone met up in this large grass hut near the landing area. Everyone was sleepy, and even if the plane ride was long, it wasn't quite as boring as one could imagine― we all had too much to think about.

            "Well, welcome to Atlantis!" Andrea exclaimed when we were all gathered. Everyone was in their pajamas from this morning, and all of us wanted to curl up in a corner and go to sleep. Read more »

I looked up and saw Kile looking at what looked like a small sea shell pendent. He was smilling his goofy grin again, and I wondered for a split second if that was just his normal face. I looked back in my bag, and took out a picture frame. I almost cried seeing my parent's faces, with my own. Our dog, Sandy was sitting in my lap. It was at my Aunt's 50th birthday. Everything looked happy, fun, and light. For some reasons, all the knowledge I had felt like a heavy burden. An unwanted tear rolled down my cheek, and I quickly swiped it away, hopping Kyler hadn't seen it. But he had.

            "Is everything okay?" He asked me.

            "No, nothing's okay." I moaned. He simply nodded and went back to his bag. So did I. I carefuly placed the picture back in my bag, and pulled out a sock. A sock? It was a single sock, with no partener. Why on earth had my parents put a sock in my bag? I quickly put it back, and felt inside my bag for anything other than my three possestions, but it was otherwise empty.

            Kyler's parents had stuffed his small forest green mini-backpack. He kept pulling out candy, and nut bars, as if he was going to starve on the island. He pulled out two big matchboxes, and snickered. Read more »

"I thought so." She said. How dare she talked to us like that? I almost wanted to say I wanted to go back, but I kept my temper, and waited for what was to come next.

            "Well," said the boy who was behind me. "Where are you taking us?"

            "It's an island." She explained. "In the middle of the South Pacific ocean. If all goes as planed, the smoke of the bombs will not reach the island for it is so far into the middle of the ocean. It's an island many and probably all of you have heard about. Some think it's somewhere down in the ocean, or down in the imagina―"

            "Atlantis!" A girl exclamed. Andrea smiled.

            "Yes indeed, the island you are about to set foot on, is Atlantis itself." She looked at us, and many of us were gaping in disbelief, including myself. Atlantis? I found the courage to speek, and although it wasn't usualy like me to speek in broken up phrases... well, I couldn't help it.

            "What about― the um, water that um... No, I mean, the disater that― occured on the ah― island, I mean in Atlantis?" No one seemed to notice my breaked up speech, but I felt extremely self conscious neverless. Read more »

“I am Andrea Monroe.” She said. “Your leader, and teacher, as well as partner in the long journey you are about to undertake, which is more physically and emotionally challenging than it sounds. You will know what I mean in good times.” She paused, and scanned the crowd. “Anything else?” Everybody was silent so she looked at her piece of paper, and continued.

            “It would be useful, I think, to let you know that your parents are all aware that you are here, and you may as well know that you will never see them again, unless they and you survive the big crisis― I will tell you more about that later.”

            It literally hit me like a rock. Never? No wonder they had been so sweet and caring yesterday. Yesterday? It felt like it was days, and maybe even months ago. I tried hard to remember what it felt like to be back at home on a regular morning, getting ready to go to school. At that moment, it occurred to me that it wasn’t exactly what I had wanted. For years now, I wanted to be a character in a movie or in an adventure book. This was just like what I had wanted, but I knew there would be no Hollywood endings.

            I realized that Andrea had not spoken for a while, and that all the other teenagers were slowly taking in what she had just said. When everybody’s attention focused back onto her, she continued. Read more »

Chapter One

My world goes from boring to... Not so boring

         “We love you more than we can say. And we only want what's best for you. Please forgive any mistakes we have made, or might make in the future― your well-being is priority in our minds and hearts; always.” For some strange and unknown reasons, my parents had said that last night. Why were they acting caring and nice all of a suddent? And more importantly, would it last?

            I woke up from my half-sleep to the tacking off of a plane. A plane? I stood up abruptly from my bed. No, it wasn’t my bed, it was a bench. A bench? I looked around, and saw at least four dozens of teenagers like me, fast asleep. We were in a small grey room with three windows looking out into the early morning sky. I didn’t know what to do, or what to say. There were no adults in the room, and I was the only one awake yet. My brain worked furiously, trying to make sense of the situation. The only thing I could think of was “This is a dream, and I’m soon gonna wake up.” Then, this thought came in; “When you are dreaming, you don’t know that you are—you can’t think clearly like that, and when you can, it's because you are… Awake...” Read more »

A host of hell, by candlelight,

A devil lost at night.

Comes out to play, and steal away,

The souls of those of right.

One brave man was lost,

His life outwheighed his cost.

He came upon this Devil's pawn,

To hell, he know he'd crossed.

"I'll give you life," the devil said,

"For you know well, you're dead."

"If you give me, what you can't see,"

"Your soul to keep your head."

The brave man stood, and thought there,

His mind was twisting hard.

He said, "I'll take your offer" Read more »

The moon is full

Werewolves in Ireland shriek

All the psychics shift in their beds

Troubled by the screams of spirits

And all over the world

Women are readying their rituals.

All have the same purpose

As they sprinkle salt around their chosen lairs

All make the same motions

Only semi-aware of the others axistence

Too singleminded in their task

To focus on anything else.

They use pig’s blood to mark their circles

Based on ley lines and Satan’s signs

Some say they only use the blood of infant piglets

To symbolize the children that might’ve been

Had not so many sisters been lost at Salem

Those wiser know this to be a lie.

They sprinkle bone dust over the unholy circle

To ensure it dries faster

They have only a night to work

And so they paint their faces with the blood

Until they appear a thing inhuman.

The chants begin

A tongue like every other language known in life

And no words ever spoken before

Connecting to the mistress who has

Absolute power over the witches of the world

Who will give them all instruction.

She has no voice, only power

As ancient as evil and as strong as diamond

The person you see in the mirror out of the corner of your eye

But never existed when you return to check

She never was, but is

And always has been.

They connect in a circle around the world

The whole Earth shivers

The Mistress Witch instructs them

Tells them how to damage and warp life

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"I support every choice you make."        

"Even death? If it makes me happy..."

 Blood stains the floor

in a pattern of droplets

 slowly flows

into a pool of blood next to a lonely shadow.

In this moment

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This is just something I wrote off the top of my head. No real relation to me, but...I dunno. For some reason I just liked this.

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Rustle. Movement. He could see the life inside him, and felt a slight twinge of guilt, but that would not matter. He would still do what he was born to do, and without regret. Hisoka ran out, and quickly ran his scythe through his targets back. He began the work of disposing the body, and leapt up into the trees and disappeared. The girl stepped out from her hiding place, determined to avenge her brother, and ran to the place where Hisoka had disappeared into the trees. She swore onto the spirits that she would kill him, and left to the temple. Read more »

 I open my eyes,

To emerge and stir the steady silence that envelopes me.

Walking along this path is like walking in space,

No gravity.

It's as if the sun is creating a black hole,

Midnight sun.

More and more I speed up, 

Catching my heart beat.

I create shadows I'm afraid of,

As I turn corners.

Finally I can see my own outline.

Slowly, I slow,

Feeling the life though-out the forest. Read more »

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Hello, I'm Pug. This is the first time I am doing an Alfred Hitchcock introduction. I welcome you to the Wong family household. Living here is Mrs. Bin Wong, an elderly widow who immigrated from the East to here, in the USA. She is an exellent cook. And here, is her youngest daughter, Kim Wong, she is about sixteen and still lives with her mother. She spends her time on her cell phone, calling or texting her friends. Cute girl. Read more »

I am the boy who lies bruised and bloodied by my high school because some of the other boys don’t like it that I’m gay.
I am the girl who has to sell my body to pay for my mother’s alcohol.
I am the boy who steals from my father to have enough money for my drugs.
I am the girl who has to sell drugs to keep my family fed and clothed.
I am the boy who is too young to drink but does so I can forget how much it hurt when Dad beats me.
I am the girl who is too young to fight but is forced to be a soldier for her country.
I am that girl.
I am that boy.
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I walked into Sarah’s room and sat next to her on the floor.
“Hey, Sarah,” I said gently. “How are you doing, sweetheart?”
Sarah drew a shape on a piece of paper and said nothing.
“Sarah?” She looked up. “How are you doing, sweetheart?”
“Fine.” She returned her attention to her drawing.
“What are you drawing?”
“A tree.”
“Is it big?
“Uh-huh.”
“Is it old?”
“Yep.” Sarah suddenly lunged out and grabbed my wrist. “Watch out for the shadows,” she hissed. “You need to watch out for the shadows!”
I gently removed her fingers from my wrist. “I will, Sarah.” Read more »

There’s a reason for everything; a reason for the sky to be grey and bleak, a reason why the waves lap against the shore, and leave particles of sand at your feet. Everything must have a purpose, a reason for the way something is . . . an explanation. The clouds hang low hugging the air I exhale and filter what I breathe in. My feet don’t touch the ground, cold and wet beneath my toes. Above gravity is how I explain it; with two words as a hanging reason, with no beginning or ending. Read more »

It was a dark and stormy afternoon; the clouds were gray and ominous looking. The wind was howling and banging on the windows. The power went out out and it was all dark and quiet. My usually calm breathing became heavy gasps. The phone wouldn't work and I was alone, in the dark. A bolt of lightning struck down a tree and rain began to pour. I walked quietly down a flight of stairs with trembling legs, fearing something would pop out of nowhere. I went to the kitchen and tried looking for a flashlight but failed. The wind became strong and the trees bent awkwardly. Read more »

My friend's eyes

It was the most brilliant shade of blue I ever saw. It was sparkly. It was shiny. It was beautiful.

It was dark. It was light. It was special. It was the color of an angel. I

t was the most beautiful color blue I have ever seen. It was something that meant a lot to me: my best friend's eyes.

Egress is the only way
Now that darkness is here to stay
No brightness and love
From the skies up above
Where is the way out of here?
The path that is blurred and feared
Show me the way out of here
The path is unclear
This empty space is something I fear
It is not a happy place, my dear
For all year round I see darkness and fright
Why not show me love and light?
I must escape from this place
From this never-ending space
But where is the path I seek?
That takes me away from a future so bleak?

Creeping up the dark stairs
The walls are slimy to the touch
A creek under your foot makes you freeze
You wait for an answer, for any other noise
A squeak of footsteps or groan of the floor
Nothing but silence
You relax and try to continue
But something is holding your foot in place
And when you pull back there is pain
Sudden and sharp enough to make you gasp
A small unheard cry
But your foot is warm now from pain
All except where a cold nail is digging into it
A nail, only a nail
You relax your foot down and away from the nail
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Sometimes
it's hard to believe
that there is
blue sky
high above
all those
dark
clouds.

Purple fluffy clouds
Bleeding crimson light across the autumn sky
Covering the golden light
Fading quickly to deep blue
To black
Lady Moon rises, spilling silver light
Until she is swallowed by dark clouds
Who rule the night

A long time ago there was a horrible murderer who would kill people in their sleep. One night he planned to kill a rich and kind lady, but the cops were on the watch. He snuck up, but at the exact time the cops shot the murderer. But, he is still alive.....AS A GHOST!!!
Whaaaaaaa!
He still haunts every person who says his name: Dark Ghost!
Goodbye, my fellow haunted people!
Whaaaaaaa!
Ha Ha Ha Ha
The End