fantasy

I wrote this in around ten minutes for a prompt I found elsewhere on the internet. The prompt was: We killed the gods. We didn't know what it meant at the time, but now we're beginning to find out. 

I have done absolutely no polishing for this yet, but, here you go!

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           "What's the matter." I said my face fell. Shankera grabed my arm and pulled me through the halls. "wate?!"  I said startaled. "where are we going."  we burst through a door and we where on a porch. We where floting in the sky. I was in aw. I was in a floting casle this entire time. "Roxie" shankera adrested me. " where going to go into battle."

"battle!" I yelled at her " are you crazey"

"no" she said "I'm not"  then Shankera jumped off of the porch. I saw her shot up like a rocet. I rolled my eyes and jumped off of the porch and took flight.

        We where in mid air when a arrow wised past my wing. " Holy @!#$%!$. " I yelled startled. Then I looked down and saw a battle going on. I could see angels fighting Butt ugly creatures. Sadly the angels where losing. I felt enrgy flowing through me. It was that same enrgy. I took out my daggers and took a noise dive right in to the battle. I looked to my side and saw shankera fall. Her wing was bloodly with an arrow through it. I flew even faster. I had to get to her bofore she fell and died a horrable death. I flew under her and cought her in my arms. I landed on the ground. I was releved for a second. I looked up. I saw five of the ugly cretures. They smelled blood and they saw a wonded angel. They wanted to kill her becuse of her wound. Not on my being here.

Draped in a window frame,

Watching the ever-changing

White face of the moon.

Starlight a light kiss

Upon his alabaster skin.

The chilling wind

Whispers the secrets of the world,

As he stares

Into a black + white void

And dreams of eternity.

     When I opened my eyes I saw the soft blue of the sky. I listened intently but more then anything, I felt the gaze of someone--or something--looking at me.

      As slowly as I dared, I pushed myself into a sitting position. A slow throbbing in my head made me feel sick. Then I saw a little man with a big scruffy beard standing before me with a sword held to my throat. I did not move, only waited for the panic that was consuming me to pass.

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Azul's mind was reeling, rapidly trying to think of excuses for the awful sight she had seen. No matter how much she denied the sneaking suspicion. Beside her, Kira tossed and turned fitfully in her sleep. Azul looked away from the pitch black forest and curled her tail around Kira, resting her head back down once again next to Rohan and forcing her eyes shut. 

Morning came slowly. The storm had simmered down the last few hours of night, but still rumbled in the distance. Strangely enough, no dragon seemed to be disturbed by the awful storm except Azul and Kira. The blue dragoness awoke to find Kira staring at her intently, as if she were some unknown jewel. Azul opened her mouth to speak, but a presence interrupted her words. 

We need to talk. 

Azul immediately knew it was Kira. A burst of concern and anxiety emanated from the echoing words Kira had sent to her. 

I know. But here is not safe. How about in the.... Azul was about to say forest, but the memory of last night cut her off. She looked around, her eyes scanning the field for a better place then where they were. 

Over there. 

Kira motioned slightly with her hand to a pile of rocks near the forest, but comfortably far enough away to Azul's liking. Azul nodded. Then, as if given an unspoken command, they both stood up and made their way to the rocks. 

     I ran as fast as my nimble legs would carry me, stumbling over roots and stones. When I fell, I feverishly stood on shaky legs and continued to run. I had no idea where I was going. All I cared about was finding Sorif and bringing him back home safely. 

       What would my parents say if they realized Sorif was lost in the forest they had told me never to go in; that it was all my fault? ‘Do you promise to never go in the forest? To never lead you or your brother into danger?’      Read more »

I dreamed of my day.  Not my classes, but what happened in between them. My dream was still fresh in my mind. 

         I walked out of my second class, math still buzzing in my mind. My friends were talking incessantly to each other about what they were going to do this weekend. When they asked me what I was going to do, I opened my mouth to speak but became muted as the kids from the next class came out. My eyes didn't seem to notice my friends starting to move forward in the line. I only noticed him. My always heart fluttered when I was him, but it almost pounded out of my chest when I saw him walking towards me. The tips of my ears became red, and my cheeks flushed.  His green eyes met my blue, our gaze locked for a moment. Then, right before he was in front of me, he ducked his head and swerved around me.

       Bitter disappointment replaced the hope that had bloomed inside me. I stood staring at the spot where he had last been. It was only when people started pushing me forward with their binders and books did I look away and move forward. 

Ever since that small, no, microscopic connection, I've been thinking of him and that moment. "Jason." I softly mutter as I stand up from my bed, stretching my arms above my head.  After a quick sigh and a brief brushing of my brown-blonde hair, I open my door and walk out into the hall to greet my mom.   

           shankera looked at my wepon  of chocie. "the daggers have never been chosen for a 100 years." said shankera. I looked at her oddly. "we must fit you in armor." she said escaping my gaze. I took the daggers of of the rack and followed shankera. She lead me in a room full of a mor of different colors and sizes. She fit me in silver colored armor. It was light and I could move easy in it. There where also slits in the armor for me to fit my wing through. Shankera gave me a hair band and silver hoop. "Put your hair up so it won't get in your face and put this hoop around your head." I did what shankera told me to do. Then I put my daggers in there sleuths on my hips. shankera lead me out of that room. "Now we must see how you operate in battle." she said walking in a room. The room had golden walls but nothing else. I herd the door shut behind me. I turned and saw that shankera was not behind me any more. I looked around on alert. I could feel energy surging through my body. That same energy before I killed that demon. Then solders popped out of no where and attacked me. Two where charging at me. As soon as they got a close I jumped up in the air took out my daggers and landed behind them. I slashed at them like a viper. They collapsed and diapered. Then I was moving so fast it was like I couldn't control it, but I embraced it. I was spining and slashing. I moved like a cat, quick and agile. Then there was no more solders in the room. I noted that I didn't break a sweat. I wasn't evening breathing hard. Read more »

"SNAP OUT OF IT!" Sabrina swatted a magazine in my face. "We have to work on our science project or we will fail!" The dim lighting of my science classroom entered my mind again as I slowly came back to earth. Sabrina sighed "We will find your phone, no worries, it's all good." I sighed back at her and said "It is hopeless." I looked down at our scence project, the bright coloring job I had done the day before looked bleak in my sad mood. The bell rung and Sabrina frowned "We better finish this after school." She said gesturing to the almost finished poster. I nodded and stood up. She said " I'll text you next period because I have a study, so I'll work on it. You have French right?" I almost burst into tears. She abrubtly stated "Nevermind I won't, I admit it is hard for me as well not having your phone." I nodded and she walked into the study room. Sabrina had been my best friend since first grade. I texted her in almost every subject. It was going to be a long day without my phone. I said it one last time before walking into french N-O P-H-O-N-E!

A flower lost in the word of shame she wanted to be different so she changed to her true colors purple, red, blue, orange, yellow, black, and light blue. But in the middle she had all the colors of the rainbow and everyone loved that she wasn't afraid of her true colors.

"I have been tired of killing all these zombies. I need to find a cure for making zombies turn into humans, but how? I do not know where I am and the zombies are coming." "BRAINS!!!!" I hear them calling. big bird jumped out of no where I quickly pulled out my sword. *SLICE!!!* *CHOP!!!!* He fell down. I started to sprint. There was a mob of people from Sesame Street! 

The mob was sprinting even faster. They flashed up but I chopped them down all at the same time. That time I realized that that was not all the Sesame Street zombies, there was ELMO. Elmo was twice the size and powerful. His claws were so sharp. He's eyes where red and black, and looked like a hell hound.

He darted forward right at me. I pull out my C4 and throw it and ran back as far as I could and BOOM!!! The noise made my ears ring and my hand vibrated.Pieces of Elmo went everywhere.

Then I saw a building it said Cure For zombies. I said,"This was here the whole time!!!!" I ran inside and took a bottle of zombie cure, and ran to the tallest building. I pored it out and it went every where. 

The sun came out and the flowers bloomed and Sesame Street was turned back to Sesame Street. That was one of the most scariest dream of my live.

                                                                                     The End

        The women sighed. " First of all your an angel." I looked at her wings then at my wing. " and I am in heaven where all of the angels live? " I asked. The women nodded her head. " by the way you handled that demon I would say that your a wirorer angel" she looked at me. I urged her to go on. " that demon was only a mesnger. The one that was cony trolling him probly took your mother." " that's it?" I asked. She nodded her head. " I will let you get dressed I will send someone to tack you to the weapons room." she said. " what is your name? " I asked the women before she left the room. " my name is shankera." she answered. 

       I was in a golden hall way being gided by a young girl to a weapons room. I was whereing a tank- top with angel wings on it. I also had on sorts on with Skechers. Think that it would be heaven that everyone should have robes on but no, everyone dressed normally. When I got to the weapons room the girl left me in the room. I saw shankera in the room with body armer that fit her perfectly. " now" she said " every worrer must pick here weapon of choice. " she said waving her hand At the weapons rack. I looked at the weapons rack. Then something called to me. There was a pare of daggers. They had swirly ingravings laded into the steel  hanle. The blades looked as though they could slice through flesh like butter. I pouited at the daggers. " I chose thes. " I said. 

         “Fiona! Fiona!” My eyes flashed open. “Fio--” Sorif stopped in my doorway, just realizing I didn’t get up as early as him. He looked down, ashamed. “Remember yesterday?” He continued, almost in a whisper. “You promised you would throw the frisbee with me.” I sighed. I had said that I would  but I hadn’t meant this early. Sorif had been given a new frisbee for his birthday. I pulled up the sleeve of my night gown where my watch was still strapped around my wrist. It had been so late by the time I got to bed last night I forgot to take it off. The morning light was dim, and I had to press the light on my watch: 7:45 AM. It was still pretty early but I was already awake so... 

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                            I can't belive it. He left us. He left us behind in the cold hard dust. Juat me and my mom.Right infront of u too. I couldn't belive it. My father. He was a great man. The queztion is why did he leave us? Why? What made him do this? What? He was such a great man. But yet he leaves us. Without anymore words. Just a simple walk out the door. Didn't even come back to get his stuff. He just left. I cried that night. Hard. I couldn't get over it. Not for a long time. I still haven't gotten over it. My mom tried to send me to see a guidence counsler, but I'm not up for that. I'm not putting up with a stupid guidence counsler. He left on a Friday. Thank god it did. If it didn't! My mom would make me go to school and i wouldn't want to! I mean if this depression thing is still going on, well, lets say it could be ALOT worse! Over those months of deppression I've learned alot. It was right then when I decided to run away. Run to my father. I belive he lives in Texas. I live in Vermont. I get the feeling he wanted to be FAR amay from us. I know that I would have to run a LONG way, but its for my Dad. I love my Dad. I don't really have enough money for food, water, and you know all that other stuff! So, I decided to do more chores. I also had to make a comitment of not spending my money on anything, to dave it all for the trip! It's hard. It may not seem so, but it sure is! Seeing all the toys in the window that I finnally have enough money for, but i can't get it! Read more »

Alma sat beside Lucy on the bench and pulled her bare feet up beside her.                                                                                           "Hey," She said as she began to let her hair down from its intricate hairdo. Her loose chocolate braid fell over one shoulder.                                                                                                                                                                                                                         "Hi, Alma." Lucy said. Read more »

She watched the girl come closer, unsure why she was on the edge of the park bench, practically gripping her hands together with anxiety. Alma's behavior was nothing out of the ordinary, for her. She acted with wild abandon, and while some seemed to admire her total freedom, her lack of inhibition, others seemed to be intimidated, overwhelmed...did they disapprove? Alma seemed not to care. She said she didn't, anyway. But Lucy couldn't imagine that--not caring. Being scolded and not ducking her head, humiliated, refusing to meet anyone's eyes. She looked away from Alma's wild boldness sometimes when they were together as if it was a light too bright to look at. The dark-haired girl reached the blond one on the bench. They were similar in size and attire--two pretty teenage girls in the outfits they often wore to church. Lucy wore a white blouse with blue buttons and a matching blue bird-patterned skirt. Alma wore a pale green blouse and a floaty green skirt patterned like sunlit summer leaves. Their appearance was classically picturesque, and they looked like a postcard image, like they belonged together. The two girls were very different. Lucy Corre was a quiet girl, polite, but that didn't explain it, not really. Alma Belle Almeda, Lucy's dearest friend, was beyond anything Lucy could explain. The way she acted seemed too much, too sweet, too bright, too exuberant--too real to be real, Lucy often thought. Read more »

She sat straight on the park bench, her golden hair gleaming in the bright sunlight. She always felt slightly guilty over enjoying such a day--or, indeed, over any deep enjoyment at all, though she was not sure why. But, preoccupied as she was, she told herself to enjoy it while she could because soon the brief reprieve would be long gone, her mind consumed with chasing after each individual thought, worry, and care, all of which still lingered at the back of her mind, nibbling on her enjoyment--jerking it around a bit. Her pale, slender arms were folded primply in her lap, clasped over her blue patterned skirt. With envy she watched little children playing in the park. A part of her longed to join them, but no. It wouldn't feel the same, and anyway, it would be odd. A near-grown, nicely dressed young woman running barefoot shrieking among the children, swinging on the monkey bars while her skirt fell over her head. The image made her laugh, but deep down she knew that her laughter is hid rue and longing. She wanted to be a child again. She discreetly squeezed her thigh beneath the skirt and sighed. Herbody and half her mind knew that she was a woman now, or nearly. It had been a long time since she was proportioned in such a childlike way. Then, up the pebbled path came a dark-haired figure in green; she sats up a little straighter, eager to meet her friend. Though the other girl was her age, she was skipping, barefoot, sandals in hand, her hair coming loose, smiling to herself. Read more »

       It was midnight. Wind howled through the empty, black sky. A dark forest lined the meadow and the tree’s branches swayed and creaked in the wind, wining as it blow their bows from side to side. A woman, cloaked and hooded, stepped from the trees and stopped near the edge of the clearing. She stood there for a few moments before hissing into the darkness. The night suddenly quieted as if it where waiting for something. Then, from the distance a pure black bird alighted at the woman’s side, red eyes flashing dangerously. The woman looked at the bird and smiled sweetly as she ran a finger through it’s long glossy feathers. Read more »

                I stared at her in aw. then she touched the ground. I backed away from her and tripped over a knocked down chair. " Don't be scared Roxie." said the women. Her voice was silvery. " Who are you and what are you?!" I said freaked out. " All will be reveled soon Roxie." she said. " Hoe do you know my name?!" I yelled. Then I saw her hand come to my forehead. Then when her hand touched my head the world went black.

              When I woke up and saw a room. The room was covered in with a golden wallpaper. There was a oak closet and a chair with velvet cloth on It. I was in a bed with a golden robe. The bed was as soft as a cloud and the blanket was a purple silk. Then a women came into the bed room. She had a normal red sun dress on, but I could also see that she had golden wings also. She walked up to my bed and sat in the chair next to the bed. " suppose you want some answers right now do you." she said. strangely her voice was also silvery and she had nutmeg color hair. " what?" I said. then I remembered what happened before I passed out. " Yes, I do want some answers."

Prologue

     The moon was still high. The thick shadows stretched over the horizen. A howl broke into the night air. Then, silence. A few heartbeats later, a second wolf answered the first. Then, a whole Pack of them. The first wolf who howled streaked through the forest. Her pure white tail was a flash of light as it whizzed by and a red wolf joined her run. It was the Alpha male and female, Storm and Brook. The Alphas of the Lava Pack zipped towards the dens where the rest of the pack were waiting. Read more »

            I was falling. I was falling to my death. I could see the ground rushing up to meet me. Then I stoped falling and started to glide like a bird. I looked at my back and saw golden wings on my back. Soon I was flaping my wings like I saw some birds do. In no time I was flying. I feel like I was born to fly. Then I got A surge of energy flowing thuogh my viens. I swoped over back to my apartment. I landed softly and gracefully on my porch. I saw the man that pushed me off my porch. I whent up to the man and taped him on the shoulder. " what the-?". Punched him in the face as soon as he turned around. " that is what you get for pushing mr off my porch." I said. Then he vanished in a blink of a eye. I looked up and saw a beam of light shineing over me. I saw a women In ghostly robes and had golden wings on her back.

The girl scrubbed her hands roughly with a damp dishrag. She tried to scrub the unsightly grit from beneath her fingernails, to no avail. Angrily, she threw it on the ground and turned off the faucet.

Nina, the gruff, muscular middle-aged cook eyed the girl. "Girl," she growled, "dish rags ain't gonna get no grit outa your fingernails."

If I had three wishes my first wish would be to own the fastest four-wheeler made that could go through almost anything, get over almost everything, and would have tracks that I can put on so I could ride it even in the winter. My second wish would be to own a huge jacked up truck with huge fifty-two inch tractor tires, that would rarely break no matter what, and could also go through anything! My last wish would be to have a huge log cabin out in the middle of nowhere with hundreds of acres to hunt and go riding on.

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              When I got to the phone I picked it up but stopped dead. I could feel the hair on the back pickled. I turned arownd and saw a man standing bihind me. I screamed in alarm and rased my feild hockey stick. Then when I was about to hit the man I couldn't move. " look at me angel." he snarled " Do you know who I am?" I was about to tell him that my name was not angel but, the words didn't come out of my mouth. I looked at the man more closer an saw that his eyes where not normal. I fact they where like snake eyes. He grinned and I saw raser sharp teeth. Finally I could move and Scremed and hit him on the head. " What the @&$@&$! " he yelled " I'll get you for that angel!". He took my feild hockey stick from my hand and tried to grab me.   " Don't touch me! " I Scremed.  I kicked him in the chest and he When down. I ran blindly to the nearest exit. Uniforchly that exit was the door to my porch. I wiped around and saw that the man was coming to the porch. He pushed me up to the railing. " This will be your death angel." he chucked. Then the man pushed me over the railing and I fell down screming.

                   I was walking to school. I saw the bus go by and there was kids looking out of the window and macking faces at me. I  just ignord them. I was never the popeler girl in my school. I wasen't even popiler.  Whith my firey red hair and green eyes averyone thought that I was a freak. I always thought that I was diffrent. I got to school and rushed to my locker to get all my things bifore the bell rings and evryone croweds arownd the hallways like a pack of hiyenas.I got to my first class and whated there until the bell rang.

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I stood in the hall, head down and avoiding any eye contact. As soon as I saw an opening I snaked my way to my class. This was my routine, though its not exiting. Until today. I was walking down the hallway when I saw a girl, but no ordinary girl. She was Emily. Everyone was a jerk to her, mostly because she had a birth defect that made her face look lopsided. Today a group of boys were harassing her for the fresh cuts on her wrist, they called her an "attention seeker." I watched, and so did most of the people in the hall. I was disgusted. I never liked bullys, nor did I act like one. I went through my time of being called a freak, and a retard. I never knew that being a tomboy was against the popular code, but now I just keep to myself and let others get bullied. As I watched I noticed her crying, and something inside me churned. I watched as a boy raised his fist, ready to punch her, to get the crowd riled up. I snapped, fury burned in my chest as I stormed through the group, pushing my way past people to get to Emily, as soon as I was next to her I realized the choice I had made, and I couldn't turn back. "Leave her alone!" I shouted at them. "There is nothing wrong with her! Why do you guy need to destroy a life to get satisfaction!?" The crowd seemed taken aback by my actions. "Awww, do you love her?" One taunted. "No. She is my friend, and I wont let you low lives hurt her any longer." I snapped back. Emily tilted her head, and for the first time ever I saw her smile. Nobody helped me when I was in need, but that doesn't mean I will let others suffer what I did. Read more »

          Daisy Duke regularly took up the chore of walking her dog, Lula. She loved to get out of the house and smell the flowers in the field not far from her neighborhood, but mainly she just wanted to get out of doing her homework. The sky was blue with hints of pink as the sun set on Sweden again. Daze, as her friends called her, noticed how late it was and decided now was a good time to head home when she heard a pop and the sky flashed purple for a split second. Daisy looked around and saw Lula barking and running off towards the gothic manor that belonged to the Wonsages. As Daisy ran after her dog she spotted a purple bolt of lightning arcing towards the Wonsage Manor courtyard. Read more »

Dear Diary: Today my brother Archer and I rode to our first day of school on our new 18^th generation hover boards. When we told the automatic computer at the door of the school our ages, it said that Archer was in the 10^th grade and I was in the 9^th grade, so we were kind of disappointed.

Right before Archer went in the classroom, I shouted, “Wait,” and threw a communicate watch to him. He said, “Thanks,” then disappeared into his class.

I had fifteen minutes before class started so I went in to meet my teacher.

“Hi” I said.

“‘Hello! What is your name?”

“Um, Rafael.” I said quickly.

“Hi Rafael. My name is x2-e7, and I am your new teacher!”

“Nice to meet you, x2-e7.”

The teachers are always robots, so the school doesn’t have to pay people.

School was basics for the 1^st day, but it was fun.

When I got home from school, Archer was already there sitting by the elevator.

“Hi Archer,” I said. He didn’t answer. ‘”i Archer!’”I nearly shouted across the room.

He jerked his head up and said, “Sorry,” before getting up and walking to one of the dining room table chairs. Then I went over and sat across from where he sat.

“Um. hi, Rafael,” he said as soon as I sat down.

“Hi, Archer,” I said for the third time.

‘”hat did you do in school today?” I asked curiously.

“Hard stuff. Really, really hard stuff.”

“Really? We had easy stuff. Just basics.”

“Lucky.” Read more »