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QUARANTINED WITH YOU

“It won’t start. I don’t know what’s wrong with it.” Katey said as she got out of her 1970 Buick. She stomped her feet in frustration.

“I am honestly surprised this old thing even drove you here. Get inside before you catch something.” I said as I took off my coat and put it over her purple sweater. We both quickly ran to the house as the winter wind blew pass us.

Once we got inside, I quickly turned on the thermostat full blast.

“It’s going to be fine. The roads close in 5 minutes anyways I don’t think even You could have made it out” I said to her as I put her sweater and my coat in the hangers.

“Joe, you know me.  Not even this old car could stop me from speeding”. She joked as she went to take a sit in the kitchen.

She was playing with her curly hair and she looked at her phone. So much had happened between us. So many things to say but my words wouldn’t be enough. She came by my place to let me know she was getting married. Not sure why she risked everything to come and see me when my town is going on lockdown because of the deadly virus. The army will be on the streets soon so we can’t even call a mechanic.

“Why did you quit Joe? I know what my dad said but I don’t believe him. I want to hear it from you.” She said as she got up from her sit to stand in front of me sitting by the table.

“I uh well, my services was no longer required. Your grades were good enough for me to…” before I could finish, she cut me off.

“Just stop. If you not going, to be honest with me just forget I said anything”. She then angrily walked away from me and went to the living room.

I don’t know how but she can always tell when I am lying. The truth is her father forced me to quit when he found out I had feelings for her. Don’t let the old car fool you. Katey is the daughter of the richest man in this City. Unlike me, everything in her life was planned before birth. Me falling for her wasn’t part of the plan.

“You’re right, I am not being hnest.” I said leaving the kitchen to join her in the living room and sitting across her, I continued. “I can’t bring myself to tell you the truth because some people in your life didn’t think that-“. She once again cut me off and said

“It’s my father isn’t it? What did he tell you?! Tell me!”

 I took a deep breath.

“Someday I’ll tell you…just not right now”. I can never tell her the truth because I don’t want to be the guy who takes her away from marrying someone who actually can offer her a future.

She turns her head away from me and crosses her arm.

“I get it, you hate me. I am not even worthy of a response. To you, I am just another idiot rich spoil girl who couldn’t even begin to understand.” She said as she got up and walked toward the window.

How can she say that?! She gave her car and ninety percent of her income to help homeless people. She is one of the smartest and caring people I have ever met! I wish I could tell her everything because my heart is bleeding knowing I wasn’t enough. Knowing she can never be mine.

 “Oh, it’s snowing,” she said expressionlessly.

I got up and stood next to her. The glittering snow gently falling on the frozen ground. as always when I am this close to her I feel like time goes slower. I don’t know what took over me, but I put her hands in mine and I look deep into her hazel eyes. Even a blind person could see how happy she makes me. It felt like our souls, very essence touched. This won’t last forever but at least I didn’t care. She looked at me and smiled. I was the happiest man in quarantine because I am in quarantine with you.

EOW Chapter 3

You’re mine now!

 

The now decomposed body was being feasted on by gigantic mutated crows on the side of the road. The landscape was disfigured and things are closer then they used to be in the old world. The group was walking on the empty deserted highway heading toward the empty city of LA “So why exactly are you guys still following us? I agreed to get you guys out of that cave, that was it. Go away now!” Deborah shouted as she flares her hands in the air. The group of prisoners stopped as she turns back to look at them. Once she turns her head back they start following her again. “Renz! Please tell these people to go away! This wasn’t part of the deal.” She said as she angrily looked at Renztnah. “I mean they’re scared, like you said, if we just leave them out there, they could just get captured again. Is there anywhere they can go?” As he takes off his shirt because the beaming sun has him sweating. She skulls a bit and pulls down her brown skirt a bit and stumps her feet” but I don’t want to! Nobody likes spark people. There’s Reye but that’s in the middle of nowhere. We would need a portal for that.” Deborah grunts some more and Renztnah looked at her and said, “so this whole spark user thing means having powers right? Why can’t these people just use their powers and fight for themselves? What are these portals you mention?” Deborah looked at him and shook her head. “Look here’s how this works. Spark is a thing that’s in the air that only certain people can use to activate their ability. It’s invisible to everyone but certain strong spark users. Spark can be store in Your body but most spark users can’t and can only use their abilities when there is a strong concentration of it in the air. This area that we’re in is very low on spark and these people probably can’t use their abilities. I can use mine because I can store spark in my body for a long time. My ability is to change the state of matter. It can turn water to ice to ice water vapor, you get the idea. There is a caveat but I am not about to tell you about my weakness. These portals were created when the current king took over so he could move his troops faster around the planet. Does that answer your questions?”. Renztnah was was amazed “interesting, so where is the closest portal? Who the hell is this king you mentioned?”. Deborah wiped her hand on her yellow blouses and said “blah, too many questions, the stupid portal in at the next exit. Just be lucky I am talking these people there”. They walked for about another 30 minutes. As they saw the worn-down sign mentioning that they are now in LA there in this giant round stone portal. Deborah says “here we are people. Everybody line up. You guys are going to spark heaven” she then pulls out a gem on from her pocket and inserts it on the right side of the portal then it get activated. “Thank you so much for everything,” an elderly man from the group says and enters the portal. “Sure, whatever. Just try not getting captured again” Deborah said as she turns away. Everyone from the group gets into the portal. “Thank you for helping these people, guess you not so selfish after all”. Renztnah says as he smiles. “Hey, this wasn’t charity! I hope you really do know where that hooded person is because you in trouble if you lied to me” Deborah says as she walks over the portal to get her gem back. Before she could reach for it a man quickly comes out the portal floating mid-air. Hovering over the ground he slowly approaches Deborah. “Hello Deb,” he says in a very deep voice with hands behind his back. “What do you want 025?” Deborah asks angrily. “Right to business as always. I am here to take you back to the castle. Your parents’ orders. Now we can do this the easy wa-“. Before he could finish his sentence Deborah quickly ran toward Renztnah and melted the sign, turned it into spikes and started throwing it at him. 025 just stared at the spikes and the stoped mid-trajectory and they fell on the ground. “I guess we’re doing this the hard way. You can’t beat me, Deborah”. Before Renztnah could ask who that was Deborah grab his arms and tries to make a run for it back on the highway. Before they could 025 extended his left hand toward them and they both froze. “You’re mine now” 025 calmly said…

 

Be here tomorrow!

 

EOW Chapter 1

The world had ended…but the end was only the beginning.

 

*bang* the shot echoed in the empty city streets. “Please, don’t. I…I have kids man. They’re counting on. Don’t do this please” Renztnah, begged on his knees with his eyes closed hand out pleading. There was a masked hooded figure with a long black coat pointing a smoking gun at him. Behind him was a cart of groceries. The figured stayed silent then put his gun away in his coat. Then walked away. Renztnah slowly opens his eyes only to notice the figure gone. He turns his head around and notices the figure walking away. He also sees that there was a mutated dog-like creature bleeding and dead Behind him. He then realized the shot wasn’t aiming at him but the dog behind him. He threw up from looking at it, took a deep breath then got up. He grabbed his shopping cart then started running after then hooded figure. “Wait, wait!!! What the heck was that thing?! Who are you and where is everyone? I am talking to you!”. The figure kept walking and didn’t answer. Renztnah then grabbed into his shoulder only for him to be quickly flipped over and drop on his back. “Ouch,” he said with a faint grunt. The figure looked at him on the floor then continued walking. Renztnah slowly gets up and said “wait, please don’t I don’t mean no harm. I am lost I have no idea where I am. My name is…I am…” He then looked at his orange shirt and saw and saw the writing Renztnah writing on it and said “Renztnah? Yeah, that. Please why are the streets so empty? Where’s everyone?” The figure briefly stops and looked at him. “I don’t know why but I have no idea wh-” before he could finish his sentence a shot was heard behind him and the hooded figure ran into an abandoned grocery store. Renztnah tried to run after him but before he could get the chance, a group of motorcycle started circling him. A voice in the group sounding him said, “you the one who shot we heard earlier huh?” Before he could answer he is hit behind his head by a riffle.

 

See you tomorrow…

Whatever Remains

The remnants of the night tend to linger in my clothes;

the scent of liquor won’t leave my vest,
nor will that girl’s perfume, who was trying her best
my favorite shirt still smells of cigarette smoke,
or the drunken breath of the older bloke
the unsynchronised beats of the music failed to entice me
no sweat seeped into my skirt, I didn’t set myself free
nor did I get lost in the ogling man’s eyes,
turning him down was his most unpleasant surprise
I didn’t come close to anyone’s lips,
that reeked of mistakes and unfortunate slips
I went home with a friend, who remained by my side
kissed him good night, let everything else slide

And the following morning, when only memories remain
I can wash out the proof of their existence, though to me, it’s all the same
Because at least I can make all these disappear,
while you, I cannot
you are always right here
in my mind, never to be forgot

BY: Sara TK

The Wild West (Unfinished)

Part 2­: A Painful Reunion

Part 1-The Exile

Part 3-Sealed Fate

The horse strains against the reins, his master barely able to hold him back. The man
astride the frenzied creature is alert; terrified he searches the plain, but the snow is too thick.
He cannot see.
“Mary,” he calls frantically. “Mary, where are you!?”
He drops down off of the dark bay, clutching the reins to his chest.
“Mary!” He yells, hoping she will hear him, but nothing except the howling winds reach
his frozen ears.
Desperate, he climbs back into the saddle and looks into the distance, but there is
nothing and the blizzard is quickly worsening. With a heart heavy with despair, both man and
beast make for the shelter of the trees and the safety of home.
Once inside the thick forest, the young man, no older than nineteen, instantly notices
the pawprints in the snow. Wolves. Fresh tracks litter the area and their scent fills his nose.
His breath catches in his throat when he notices the imprints of a woman’s boots heading into
the trees, and how the wolves’ tracks seem to follow them; cautiously at first, then sprinting, it
seems, after the bootprints.
Fear strikes his heart as he pushes his horse through the trees as fast as he dares. He
is aware that his traps are near, but that is not what worries him so thoroughly. He knows
without question these are Mary’s tracks, and they are headed right for the staked wolf pits.
He drives the young gelding beneath him straight ahead through the trees along the path of
tracks, his heart hammering as adrenaline sings through his veins. What if he was too late?
What if she fell into one of his eleven pits he had dug just before the snows had come? The
terrified man and his horse race onwards.
Soon, up ahead, he hears the growing snarls of wolves gathering around their prey.
They are not near to the pits, but that is of little assurance to him.
“No,” screams a feminine voice. Her voice. “Stay back! Stay Back!”
The boy lurches into the clearing on his beautiful gelding, and the wolves instantly turn
on him. “Mary, Run!” he shouts to the girl as his horse rears, knocking him from the saddle.
He lands hard shaking his head to rid it of the cloudiness forming at the edges of his vision.
“Adan,” Mary screams as the boy’s horse rises again in fear of the gathering wolves.
“Watch out!”
It is too late. The young, terrified creature’s powerful hooves come crashing down
upon the boy, shattering his leg beneath their thundering force. A bright, flashing pain radiates
from him as the gelding races away with the wolves hot on its tail and as the young woman
races toward the man she loves. Adan cries out as the agony sweeps through his body,
and then lays still. Mary reaches him, throwing herself down into the snow next to him, tears
streaming from her brilliant blue eyes as she takes his hand in hers.
Suddenly, a low, guttural snarl sounds behind the boy passed out in the snow and the
girl who is trying to wake him. The girl freezes. ‘Oh, no,’ she thinks. ‘This is it. This is the end

By: TheCountryGirrl

This time for sure…I think.

People I have a short story coming up in this blog! Our award winning follower CountryGirl is going to honor us with one. This won’t be the first time she shares her work with us but it will be her first story with us. Now I know I might have canceled a few series in here for no reason but this time I am telling you guys this for real! I don’t really have an exact date for one the release right now but just know that it’s coming soon and it will be awesome! Can you tell how excited I am in this post? Maybe I need to use more exclamation point. And the absolute worst case scenario my contributor bails out on me I will have no choice but to post the part 2 of “The missing kid” story. If the computer I am writing on crashes or I don’t finish editing it on time then uh. You will get a post that is actually contains correct grammar and it will feature me talking trash about how unprofessional CountryGirl is! I am just kidding C.G. I won’t actually bash you on my empty blog. But you seriously have to get the story before this month ends so I don’t embarrassed myself on my own blog yet again. Anyways, my dear viewers look out for this mind blowing piece coming soon. I am not trying to sound pretentious here I promise! I have faith in C.G. and her skill and hope you will enjoy it as much as I do. I think this is a good place to end this post. 🙂

Let’s talk about a part 2!

Okay I have recently posted a short shot called “The Missing Kid Part 1” as the first part of a mini series I wanted to try out. This my first mini series ever wrote or at least posted online and I just wanted to know how long I should wait before I post part 2. In order to figure it out I am going to see how many likes I can get for it. If I get 50 likes or less I will not put it up. If I get more than 50 likes before the end of the month I will post it next month. If I get 100 or more before the end of the month I will post it this month. 500 like or more than I post on the same day this happen. I want to see if people are interested in my story or not. If you have not read my story already go on this link https://wholedotcom.wordpress.com/2014/09/13/the-missing-kid-part-1/ and If you have already read it Share the link to as many people as you can. 😀

What do you guys think?

So I posted Part 1 of my short story on here friday night and uh I didn’t get anything. I want some feed back…did you like? Hate it? Don’t care? I want to know because without it I can’t improve on it. I know i probably did an million mistakes since english isn’t my first language but that’s whole point. When you guys let me know what I did wrong I can and will make the second part better. I would really appreciate it if you did so here’s the link https://wholedotcom.wordpress.com/2014/09/13/the-missing-kid-part-1/ go on it and leave me comment. 😀

The Missing Kid (Part 1)

The Missing Kid (Part 1)

“No answer, huh?” I mumbled to myself as I hung up the phone in silent rage. Annoyed, I stepped out of the office to get some information on the case since my so-called Intel wouldn’t pick up her freaking phone. This left me with no other choice but going to see her if I really wanted to get this job done.

As I headed out of the office and onto the street, I took a really deep breath from the street that smelled like rotten eggs: and took a look around to see the people looking like busy bees. However, I wasn’t concerned. This was how the city always like from the sidelines. I straightened myself and crossed a small puddle from last night’s rainfall, heading into the small coffee shop.

As I had expected, two twats I always managed to argue with from the police station were enjoying their drinks and donuts carefree. “Well isn’t this grand and reassuring that our city’s finest are just sitting here having coffee while there are kids going missing.” I mocked them, taking a seat as I waited to order.

“Well, isn’t this our favorite, good-for-nothing detective,” Brian retorted as he turned over to his partner who gave me a glare.

“You know, that kid’s parents must have been really desperate if they came to you for help,” John said.

“Yeah,” I shrugged with a smirk. “I guess they just wanted someone who would actually get the job done instead of you damn cops who’s only job is to serve as bullies and protect your never ending goal to make sure there is always a donut shortages around here.” I waved to the waiter, Clyde, as the big, redhead man walked out from the kitchen. He came right over with a kind smile twinkling in his eyes.

“Been a while since I’ve seen you around this joint, Jake,” he joked. I gave him a friendly smile then asked. “I’ll have that apple over there and is Lola around?”

“She’s been in her shop all day, probably trying to hide from me” Clyde sighed out frustration. “If you see her, tell her to give me back my CD’s back.” The guy gave one final sarcastic smile. He then gave me the apple before he excused himself to head back to the kitchen.

“Gentleman, I hope to see you soon,” I said, as I began to walk off in the most professional way I possibly could manage.

I barely got out the door when Brian said, “Try not to get arrested this time, please. We wouldn’t want another ‘Liu’ incident, now would we?” Both men were now laughing hysterically as I headed out of the shop, as I walked out the shop angrily. It took every fiber of my being not go back in there and choke both of those idiots. I mean, how they could joke about such sensitive topic?! I was gritting my teeth, fighting myself to not make a fist. I almost thought steam would come out my ears and nose. I was going to get those guys sooner or later. It was only a matter of time, but I would need Lola to cooperate. Somehow, I just knew her cooperation was not going to be so easily won.

I got to Lola’s shop quickly, as it was only a few blocks away from my office and the coffee place. I walked into the boutique, the bell on the small, mahogany door, chiming to alert her to my presence. The little wooden shop was looking as the same it did last time. Empty.

“What the hell do you want, Jake?” I heard her voice coming from the counter and about jumped out of my skin.

“What do I want?” I scoffed. “Really?”

“What is it this time?”

Ok, now I was mad. “I called you at least 50 times this morning, and you didn’t even bother respond!” I yelled.

“I told you before that I can’t stand cell phones! That’s your thing, not mine! Why can’t you come see me if you have something to tell me?!” she yelled back.

“Oh, like you would’ve been here. Now, because of you, I had to talk to those donut monsters at the coffee shop.” I knew I was starting to be a little unreasonable, but I couldn’t back down.

She took a threatening step forward and pointed at me. “You ungrateful swine!” She hissed under her breath, bringing her voice down low, causing her to sound menacing. “After all I’ve done for you, this is how you repay me? By coming into my shop and running your damn mouth like you own the damn place?” Her accusing glare wandered to my trench coat. ”And what in God’s name are you wearing, anyway? That coat makes you look like a freaking rapist!”

She was just trying to get on my nerves, now. “Don’t talk about my favorite coat like that when you’re nothing more than a hippy with daddy issues.” I shut my mouth after I realized what I’d said.

She stopped for a moment. I knew immediately that I was busted. If you knew Lola like I did, you definitely knew better than to mention her issues. Especially the ones that involved her father. I could tell she would explode at any given second.

She came really close to my face. “Listen here and listen good, asshole.” She snarled. “Daddy issues? You’re the last person I expected to ear that from. You have no freaking right! You’re a 25 year old, double-major engineer who can’t get a job. Jake, you live in a shack! You have the worst criminal record known to man, and you’re the biggest freaking idiot ever seen to walk the planet!”

“Hey, don’t say that! You know my situation…” I tried to defend myself.

“What situation? Oh, you mean when you were abandoned by your little girl friend? That one? When Liu framed you last time?” Her eyes sparked in anger. “You’re the one who makes people run away from you, Jake. Even your own parents! You messed up with Liu big time. You live it up and then try to blame other people when it’s your own damn fault!” It got really quiet for about ten seconds as her words sank in. “Sorry.”

“Me too. And don’t worry about it. Its fine,” I replied with a quiet voice.

“No, its really not,” she said regretfully. “I mean it. I was out of line. I shouldn’t have said that.”

After her confession, I felt bad. Lola’s that kind of person that gets depressed over everything, and I could tell by the way she was frowning; she really was sorry. “I said its fine, just forget it,” I dismissed the matter. “Look, I really need your help in this case I’m working on.”

“What do you need, Sherlock?” Lola replied.

“A teenage kid when missing about two days ago. His parents just moved to town recently, and have no idea where he could possibly be.” I explained as I walked to the counter to pour myself a drink of water from the pitcher Lola always leaves out.

“They ought to be pretty clueless to have come to you,” she smirked.

“They seem pretty loaded to me. When I solve this case, I’m going to make at least 20 Gs,’” I replied as I walked back to her from the counter. “The only thing I know is that he was wearing a big, blue jacket. That and the fact he was last seen around Bob’s Shack”.

“You’re in luck, then. Keith said he saw someone like that around that old, scary shack you got stuck in last week,” she told me.

“I wasn’t stuck, it was all part of the plan!” I said indignantly as she rolled her eyes.

“Sure, it was.”

“So you think he might be in there?” I asked as I took a seat on a nearby stool, shrugging off her comment.

“I don’t know. Kids that usually hang that place are there for two reasons; buying or selling drugs”.

“The kid just got here, for crying about loud. Do you really think drugs are the first he got in mind? Besides, didn’t the police crack that place few weeks ago?”

“That may be, but you know how it works with those kids. The cops bust them, they run, stop for a week or two, then start all over again,” She said as she took a seat across from me.

“The police probably don’t have any clues, yet, judging from the lack of media. This case just might turn out to be slightly easier than I thought,” I said getting up from the stool, making my way to the door.

“Looks like I just solved part of another case for you again, Sherlock,” Her voice joked.

“Shut up, Lola,” I teased. “And if anyone asks for me, I went to Mexico. Oh and Clyde wants his CD’s back” With those words, I left the shop and waved for the cab that was approaching.

“Another hot case?” asked the driver who stopped.

“Hi, Karesh,” I smiled, recognizing the other man. “Yeah. You can just drop me off on 7th avenue,” I said as I reached into my pocket for money.

“No, man. After what you did for Sarah? It‘s on the house,” my old-time friend replied with a smile. I was relieved when he said that, because I’d just realized I didn’t have any money to pay, anyways.

We got to Bob’s old place in about five minutes, and I quickly exited the car. “Tell your wife I said ‘hi’ and that she still owes me,” I winked with a grin.

“I will,” Karesh said, smiling happily.

I walked away from the taxi as it pulled back onto the road, and I headed towards the shack. I cautiously opened the really old, graffiti covered door, then closed it behind me. The place smelled of old urine and dead rats, and I wanted to get the hell out of there as soon as I possibly could. It was also really dark inside, a single, eerie light flickering like it would in those cheesy horror movies that had become ever so popular.

“Hello? Anybody here?” I yelled several times, then figured I was wasting my time on this lead. I began making my way to the door.

As I reached for the door’s rusty handle, I heard a noise in the back. I curiously took a few steps back into the darkness, to see what it was… When something hit me in the back of my head. I cried out at the sudden burst of pain, then blacked out.

When I finally came to, my head was pounding and I was sitting on some chair under the flickering light, my hands tied up. I slowly opened my eyes, blinking at the pain in my head. Then I noticed the group of about three or five kids standing in front of me, one of them holding a baseball bat threateningly in his hand, but I couldn’t see well enough to tell what was going on, exactly. The sticky wetness dripping from my head also told me I was bleeding, and explained my headache and the reason I couldn’t quite think straight. “Okay, so who’s responsible for this really cliché movie set up?” I ground out through gritted teeth as I tried to untie myself.

One of the kids walked up to me, punching me in the face. “Who sent you, bastard?”

I was starting to lose my patience right away, now, because that punch had seriously hurt. Feeling nauseous and seeing stars, I put on a guarded expression and forced myself to pull it together. I hadn’t even done anything but ask about movie setups!

“Who sent you?” He asked again in a gangster-like voice. It was then I noticed that the guys surrounding me were only ranging from about sixteen to twenty years old. The kid who’d punched me look like he was the oldest, and seemed to be the leader based on his demanding looks.

“So is this what’s hot for kids to do in the streets, huh. Taking other kids from their parents to hide them in smelly shacks, and then tying adults in chairs to question them?” I asked in a sarcastic tone, dodging questions about my identity.

The kid’s eyes darkened in anger, but before he could answer, I heard a voice come running from a little boy, and as he got closer, he glared at the older kids. “Are you guys stupid? This is not the guy I said to get!” Finally, he was close enough for my foggy head to make out his features. It was then that I realized who it was. To my utter confusion, it was the kid I was sent to find!

“What the..? Aren’t you supposed to be in this tired up in a chair situation, kid?” I asked motioning my hand awkwardly to the chair in which I was confined. I have to admit, this was a little surprising.

“Who the hell are you?” The kid replied with an angered storm in his eyes, ignoring my question.

“Well, I’m the guy who was supposed to save your ass and then get paid, but it looks like I’m going to ask for a bonus for all this lying and abuse. What the hell are you doing here, kid?” I asked, calming down now that I knew the kid was safe and unharmed, but was still wondering how much I was going to ask for bonus for all of this crap.

“You shouldn’t have touched him, so can we just let the man go?” the kid in the blue jacket asked the boss.

“No! This punk already saw our faces! Besides, we are going to ask twice the amount in ransom since your stupid parents can’t seem to listen to instructions,” the boss replied as he signed to one of his guys just as someone answered and started talking on an old cell phone.

My head was still throbbing from that punch, so I couldn’t ear exactly what was being said over the phone being that I was practically doubling over in pain from just hearing the soft whispers of the other kids. However, it was almost certain to be about my case’s parents. “Do you fake kidnap yourselves with your little buddies often?” I asked feeling, ironically, calm.

“Shut the hell up!” The boy yelled, causing me to visibly wince at the sudden burst of sound now echoing in my brain. “You have no idea what’s going on, okay? My parents are liars and they need to pay!” Just then, the eldest gang member said it was time to go. They were agreeing to meet up at five with the parents. A couple of the kids grabbed me and started dragging me across the floor. It was then that I realized that this job was going to take longer than I thought it would.

Obviously not the end!