Stories


The first time Stella noticed a constellation missing she ignored it.  Sometimes solar winds or other things would flare up and hide them from view.  When it did not return after a week, she tried not to worry.    Only when Andromeda and Cassiopeia disappeared as well did she tell her brother.

"Cyrus, can you please be serious?" Stella asked, growing frustrated at the way he had not allowed her to say more than two words about the stars.  "I'm worried."

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“Reverend, no,” the girl shouted, racing across the room to grab the arm of a doll like being and lead it back to a chair in the middle of the room.  “Sit.”

Reluctantly the thing sat.  It was rather odd looking, with no defined features and pasty, dough colored skin.  Currently, the arms and legs were connected to a round body with slim joints.  The girl leaned forward and began to press her hand into the head, molding eyeholes like clay.  For several seconds she was engrossed in her work before she spotted another wandering creature.

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  few days later, Carina asked “Do you think I’ll be caught if I go to town tomorrow?”   Not only was she nervously brushing her hair before bed but she was also claiming to be low on food again.

“Probably not,” Mauree assured her, “If you want, we could pack up here, go into town then leave for wherever you were planning on going.”

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Mauree ran as soon as she realized what happened.  Carina did not wait for anything; she dashed in between carts and through large crowds.  Walls were no longer barrier but instead she used them for stability as she tore around corners in a frantic attempt to remain standing.  Mauree was struggling to even keep her in sight. Read more...

Several feet after the border the next morning Carina felt it safe to stray back to the dirt path they had been following earlier.  She walked fast enough that once again Mauree was struggling to keep up.

They walked all day until Carina found a small inn nestled away from the main road.  Usually she would pick the first inn she could find but today the twisted and turned through streets before she stopped in front of a run-down little building with a sign so faded the letters were not even visible save for a faded l. Read more...

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Carina came back close to an hour later.  Mauree’s eyes flew open while the door slammed shut.  Carina’s little bag was bulging with strange shapes that stretched the dark fabric.

“Why’d you leave me there?” Mauree demanded angrily as soon as the door was closed.  She swung her legs over the edge of the bed.  Carina ignored her and began taking things out of her bag.  “Hey! I’m talking to you.  Why’d you leave me?” Mauree repeated, anger and resentment building.  Carina continued to say nothing until Mauree fell silent. Read more...

“Hey Carina, you’re early this year,” a girl pushing a broom said as soon as they entered.  She was wearing classic Fairy clothes: a dark blue dress of wool that ended two inches above her wrists with little embroidery or embellishment.  It did not fan out around her but hung off her hips straight to the ground.  She had dark, tanned skin and hair to match.  It was pulled back into a braid that started at the front of her head and ran down her back, parallel to the row of buttons that afforded the space for her wings.  Her wings were the only color that she had, a brilliant orange that mimicked a butterfly’s fantastic coloring.

The common room was all but empty; only two men sat sipping ale in a corner as they muttered back and forth to each other.  The room was clean enough that the young Fairy did not need to be sweeping as she was doing. Read more...

I am Kailee.  I come from a small town in northern Vermont where I lived with my family.  There were six of us.  Aside from my parents there was my older sister, Cassidy, my older brother, Blake, me, and my youngest brother Silas.

Yes that’s right, I said lived.

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Now that she had left, doubts began to gnaw at the edges of her confidence.

“C’mon Mauree, this is stupid, just keep walking.  What’s so scary?  Nothing’s out there, and don’t even think about turning around…” she continued to talk herself into going for some time after actually leaving.

It was beginning to get dark and she hadn’t even reached the next town yet.  She walked as quickly as she could but the moon slowly rose above the treetops to find her still on the road.  The darkness made her jumpy.  A rabbit raced across the road and Mauree let out a scream that made her glad she was alone Read more...

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We walked along the lines of fruit trees, one on each side, with a basket held to the trunk.  We walked, pausing to shake the tree gently and catch any falling fruit in our baskets.  As we walked we talked.  We talked about things of no importance: who was pretty and who was lonely.  It didn’t make for a bad day.

As soon as our baskets were full we returned to the house.  We both set the fruit on the counter for Mother.  She smiled at us as we walked in, happy for the abundance that had not existed a few years ago.

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777

 

Chapter one:

A boy about the age of sixteen stood in the corner of a man’s house. He currently was located in the dining room watching an old man eat his turkey diner. The boy’s name was Percival, or Percy as a nickname, he was perfectly trained he was the only bodyguard to graduate at the age of fourteen. He had been raised in the bodyguard organization for as long as he could remember. Before this he was a foster child until the government grew found of his obedient attitude and took him into training when he was four, and started training him very slowly. After the age of ten he was in classes that people who were in the program for twenty years were in. Four years later he was assigned his bodyguard serial number tattooed on the back of his neck which read:

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Seth sat in the subway train waiting for his uncle to call to give him the ok to continue with his mission. Sitting in front of him, literally, was his faithful sidekick, a grey pit bull with gorgeous blue eyes, she sat in front of him panting from the long walk that they had to get to the subway station. She went by the name of Athena for her aggressive fighting skills; she stared at Seth and whined, nudging him with her nose.

“I know girl Junior is taking way to long,” Seth said petting Athena’s head I don’t feel comfortable either.” He glanced around the train car to make sure that the old man was still sitting there; he had a small brief case that had a combination lock. Athena was getting a little uneasy Seth let her go so she could walk around for little bit. Athena walked by the suitcase and sniffed it for a while and came back to Seth. She whined again, now Seth felt very uneasy he kept his and on the tripod case he was carrying waiting for a single call from his uncle. Finally he heard his phone ring he pushed the talk button and pressed the phone against his ear.

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The door swung shut but I tried to close it quietly. It was only about three or four in the afternoon. I made my way to the kitchen, made a little sandwich cause I was already hungry again, and headed to my room, on the second story.

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Prologue:

The boy sat inside of the cramped room he silently waited for a chance to run. He knew if anything went wrong then they could all die, he checked to see if he was clear to run out of the warehouse. From his point of view it looked clear and safe. He slowly opened the door, quietly he began walking out. He slowly walked through the tall warehouse shelves filled with lots of ancient relics and tools; he heard the sound of running feet behind him. Instantly he began darting around the entire warehouse, sliding under shelves, trying to keep whatever was following from getting to him.

The boy may have been small but he knew the entire warehouse like the back of his hand. He knew where all of the traps where how to activate them and how to get around them. Using this to his advantage he quickly ran trough the dart trap sliding under the laser sensors. He heard darts fly through the air and a piercing scream echoed through the warehouse.

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“It’s been decided,” her mother said soberly, “that we’ve been attacked.”

The two children had very different reactions.  Mauree’s eyes widened and all the remaining color drained from her face.  Mark’s eyes also widened but in excitement as his mouth formed a soundless “cool”

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CH.1 “The Beginning"

 

Zearr wakes and it is his 14th birthday and is excited because today is the day when his elemental ability becomes legal to use. The toned, dirty blonde haired, blue eyed boy yawned loudly. He cant wait for the first time he channels the air around him and is able to fly. “YEAH!” said Zearr, happily as he jumped out of bed. Whistling energetically he quickly gets ready and goes down to breakfast. “Good morning sweetie!” said Zearr’s mother. “Hurry up and eat or you’ll be late for your first day of training.” He quickly chomped down his food and kissed his mother as he ran out the door excitedly. Bursting down the street he saw the large mechanism in the middle of the city which suspended there home in the sky. Mesmerized by the marvel he accidentally runs into a fairly tall man, tripping him.

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Prologue

 

The Avons are beings who are able to control a specific element. One could be born with the ability to control either fire, thunder, air, water, earth, ice, or gyro, depending on the element there parents control.

 

The fire Avons are known for there cruel and merciless personalities. They live in tropical areas where it is always warm. The thunder Avons are known for there incredible control of there element and there eagerness for a challenge. They take home to the high mountainous terrain. The air Avons are a very friendly and happy race, living up in a large sky city which is suspended in air by a gyro Avon mechanism. The water Avons are a shy and caring people who reside by beaches near large bodies of water. The earth Avons have a history of a gentle nature but are not a force to recon with, for they are a very strong race. The ice Avons are a race that shows very little emotion and are known to be quite clever. And finally there are the gyro Avons who are mechanical genius’ capable of controlling many types of metals. All the Avons lived in peace for a long while until on one tragic day, they had something to fight over.

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Mauree came out of her room with blood, still quite sticky and wet, running down her hand and off her elbow onto the floor in small drips.  It had already stained her breeches but because of the darkness of the fabric it could barely be seen.  Tears mirrored the effect on her face.

“Mauree, where’s Ginger?” her mother called, “You came in but where’s you sister?”  Mauree did her best to keep from crying again.  “Oh, come here honey,” she called comfortingly, “Mar-mar, what’s wrong?  Did you hurt your hand?”  The tone took on a much more fearful note. Read more...

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DISCLAIMER-This story is based off of the MMORPG, Runescape. Kelsi and I do not own Runescape or any of the content.  Runescape is owned by Jagex LTD. The "setting" section was thought up by Ekalb1000100, a runescape player.

This story is not complete at all.  I have just begun writing it and will add more details, chapters, characters, and even a prologue soon.

abbreviations:

SS (saradomin saber)

ZGS (Zamorak Godsword)

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Canary

1911 in Blue Springs, Alabama in Barbour County a few young miners, two fifteen year olds Jon and Jin a thirteen year old Robert and a seven year old Mike, lead by a thirty year old Robert. He took them to a mine shaft he turned to Mike and said, “Take good look kid ‘cause your in hell now.” He laughed while Mike gulped out of nervousness.

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Grace sat in the graveyard, leaning against a tall tombstone. Twilight was falling and she was supposed to be meeting one of her friends for a sleep-over. Disappointedly Grace wrote down a few lines to the poem she was working on. After a quick self debate on if she should actually show up. She decided that she did not want to be stuck in the graveyard after dark. When standing up her foot gave a tingling similar to being asleep. Annie would be so upset that she was late. It couldn’t be helped Grace thought idly.

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I stood, trying not to fidget, outside the opening to the mine I worked in. A man stood in front of me and the other boys I worked with. I was beginning to get cold. A bright light went off as the man took a photograph. I blinked a couple of times to try and stop seeing spots. It wasn’t working.

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Once Thalassa had been taken prisoner then she thrashed around violently.  It took a lot to get water Sepths mad and now she wasn’t too upset.  Really, it’s only a human. Read more...

Promptly at six-thirty in the morning the red alarm clock went off. Like every other Thursday Vena got dressed in a purple and silver track suit. She made an energy smootie and pulled her shourlder length brown hair into a ponytail. Off of the table by the door she grabbed her iPod, wich was silver to match her outfit, and after securely locking the door behind her she hid the key in the bottom of one of her many hanging plants. if you want to read more about Vena...

“Do you want to know what war is?” I asked the young, expectant faces around me. They shined up with eager anticipation. Nearly all of them wanted to be in the Army, or Navy, or Marines, or something like that. They nodded excitedly.

“No you don’t.” I told them, all the false excitement gone from my voice. The group I was talking to was about thirteen to fifteen-year-olds, old enough to make their own choices, or so they thought.

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What would go down in one particular girl’s memory as the most terrible started off the same as any other since.  Mauree got up out her bed, got dressed and ate her oatmeal with cinnamon.  Nothing out of the ordinary happened until her sister, Ginger, came out wanting to play outside with her friends.  Mauree’s mother made her go and watch her sister and gather up three of her friends.  That’s when Mauree started to get annoyed.  Her sister was eight with dirty-blonde hair half-way to her waist and pale skin.  When Ginger saw the argument was won she walked back to the little room that she slept in, dragging a doll behind her as she walked. Read more...

I stuck my head under the steady stream of water coming from the edge of the rock overhang. My hair felt like it had a life of its own, trying to crawl off of my head. Goosebumps popped up all over my body. The water ran down my face, my back, my arms. But the water did not go down my legs or waist; below there was submerged in the pool that the water was falling into. I shivered. I would not have been doing this on my own; believe me.

I was under this huge cascade because of a dare and a bet. The dare because of the things I would do to the guys that did this to me. The bet potion was them betting on me to see if I could actually do it

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