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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. 😀