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."

"What else is new?"

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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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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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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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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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