Fiction

This is just a little thing I have been slowly working on over the past few days. I don't know if its going to go anywhere farther than this.

At precisely 6 o’clock, the alarm rang.

There was a fearless girl named Emma who had a passion for mountain climbing. Her next challenge was to conquer the treacherous Mount Everest. However, Emma had a secret, she suffered from claustrophobia, a fear of confined spaces.

The day I’ve been looking forward to has finally arrived! I’ve been looking forward to this day for 21 years! This day is amazing! I don't think there are words to describe how awesome the day is!! I am so avid about this day!

As the sun sets, and the dusk sinks into the world just like any night, the lonely wanderer treks up his mountain, once again. Nobody knows who he is, or where he came from. He’s essentially a folk tale, a ghost story.

The rain thundered down around him and clouds hung low overhead in the blackness of night. His skin was sodden. His hair was a matted mess. And yet he stood still in the darkness all around him.

The machines clattered along as he sat. Their quiet hum filled his ears as they had every day for the past 20 or so years.

Beeeep! I slam my hand down on my alarm clock and jump out of bed. I've been waiting for this day for months. It’s the day of the big debut game against my team's rivals the Washington Wasps.

  I just finished my last year in middle school and I was excited for summer break. Everything was going to be perfect.

Chapter 2: Rielly

Contrary to popular belief, I’m not a bug, at least, not a common pest like moths or ladybugs, or god forbid spiders. I’m graceful, or as graceful as your children’s book describes me, and I have class.

You open your eyes to see a strange world. A pink sky with wispy clouds, the sun not visible. You are on a small, rubber blue podium like that of a bouncy house. On one side of the podium, a slide slopes down.