September 30

Test Part 1- Noise

The fight was just around the corner, my feet pounding on the wet pavement below me created a subtle “splash”. I had to get off this trap, I knew it was, when your in the middle of no where with a bunch of strangers looking for you, any noise will alarm them. I came across a fork in the road one side said “Hide and Loud” the other said “Quiet and Open” both in black letters on an almost blinding sign.  A red button sat below them and two steel doors blocked my way from seeing what it looked like, this was up to me. I didn’t have long to make a choice, they would be coming soon. Open is a blank space to me with nothing so in that case I would have to rely on my fighting skills which are not great. At least in the other place I would have a place to hide, but there could be some trick to this, I know the Masters like to play tricks. I would have thought this over longer but I heard the “splash” of someone coming to me. I ran to the “Quiet and Open” side and slammed my hand on the button hoping this would not be the mistake that cost me my life.

It seemed as though the door took ages to open but I finally ran through not looking back to see who it was. After running for about thirty minutes I knew it was safe to look at my surroundings, trees filled the arena up, some almost fifty feet up. This was a forest with plenty of places to hide and below me was dirt and a few pieces of thin grass. It was a test, to see who had the confidence to face off against everyone else, I passed. Behind me was another steel wall, full of rusty nails that would be perfect to slow someone down, hopefully that wasn’t me.

I kept on running but this take at an angle, trying to get away from the wall full of rust. I eventually got to this big tree, it seemed almost out of place enough to have a secret, they have one every year. I searched the bottom part of the trunk hoping to see something but there was nothing, I saw some branches that looked like stairs climbing up and took that as a sign to climb up. I hesitated to do so because if I fell that was it, they weren’t going to try and save me but I needed supplies. I climbed up the branches that felt to wimpy to hold me but they stuck to the tree and didn’t even move. I grabbed the next branch I was almost twelve feet in the air when I heard a snap, the branch below me broke, all I had was the one branch above to hold on to and if that one broke this one wasn’t going to last much longer, I didn’t know what to do.  

September 25


Sound…that’s all I know, all the senses I have. My eyes stopped working, there’s a force on them I can’t describe, it’s not painful just…odd.

I was walking around, listening as best I could to the long echo that seemed to last for years. A drip. A single drip of water hitting the floor nearly made me run back, but no, I had to get out.

What happened in this place is too…intense for me to talk about. I didn’t run, no. That would only trigger the alarm, this was the slower way but I knew no one would see me down here.

Another drip. This time I expected it, but not what happened next, a footstep. I froze, everything that I could still control tensed up. Another step echoed throughout the hall, it, whatever it was, was getting closer.

It started to speed up, this was no guard, no. They are not allowed out this late and even if it was the head guard, he would not walk in such a random pattern. It was another…me. I walked to the right, not hugging a wall anymore I became nervous but I kept going. I stepped in a puddle, the person, who ever it was. Ran.

This was a stupid mistake for us both, the alarm sounded. I could not see the red blaring lights but I knew they were there, I know from experience. I turned around, not completely knowing where I was going, I just didn’t want to get busted, who knew what they would take from me next.

I ran as fast as I could, the coldness from the winter was making my breaths shorter, but I couldn’t walk. I kept running knowing I must be close to my room at the end of the hall now, I started to slow down, feeling the soft carpet below my feet I knew I was in my room. I slowly turned and closed the door, the worst part about not being able to see was, anyone could be in my room, anything for that matter, and yet I would never know.

I did know one thing for sure, I would be trapped here forever, no escape. I felt along the wall to find a picture, we weren’t allowed to have pictures. This was the head guards room, I was along the wrong side of the hall so I went into the wrong room. I knew my hearing would be next.

No sight, no sound, no smell, theirs nothing left. The door opened and closed and I stood in fear.

September 24

Taking Cool Photos

So this post will be a little different then my previous posts, but I have recently been into photography. This video was very helpful of how to take AWESOME pictures:

The beginning of the video was confusing to me because pixels REALLY confuse me but overall this was so helpful and creative! If this video was not helpful, try checking out some other websites for how to take cool pictures.

September 21

All Alone


vaidehi shah via Compfight

Everyone’s gone. Where did they go?

It’s Tuesday, December 15th, I am sitting alone on  a park bench writing this, I don’t see movement. Earlier today I took a walk through the woods, no bunnies, no deer, just a slow, soft breeze.

It’s winter so it’s freezing cold outside but going inside won’t help, it will be just as cold. No heat is going through the vents, no one is here. I didn’t cause this if that’s what your thinking, I just woke up and noticed there was no movement. No people.

Wait…is that…a person! Are you kidding me, five hours alone and there is someone here.

Her name is Ashley, she’s…strange. We will be having a perfectly good conversation and then she will just walk off and say not to follow her. I don’t understand, she has been alone as long as I have and yet she seems bored with the world.

It’s the next day, it’s getting colder but I have met three other people and they all act the same as Ashley, having a conversation then just walking off. I don’t get it, but it’s okay, I just want people.

He left, Chris left, the only person who would actually stay for most of the conversation left and never came back. I miss him, I want him to come back, he needs to come back! But I won’t leave, the monsters will get me if I do, that’s what Ashley said.

It’s dark!? I don’t understand, it hasn’t been dark in a year. Another person left, Mary, she wasn’t nice, I never liked her anyway, it’s just another person gone that I miss. Chris never came back, Ashley said the nonstarters got to him. picked his brain and that if he ever came back to run from him.

I’m alone… everyone left. I’m here with Ashley but she won’t talk to me anymore. Before she stopped talking she said the monsters were here, I’ve seen them. Large things that walk around, teeth like daggers waiting for me. I have heard them calling to me at the dark time, I want to go see them, they could be nice, but I won’t Ashley said they were mean.

I am outside, it’s the dark time, I see the monsters, he’s coming, Chris, I hug him…WAIT NO!

I am on a table, all I see are lights, I’m at the hospital… What happened? 

September 15

Blue and Silver


Image via Pixapay CC0

Image via Pixapay CC0

Meeting the teachers is meant to be simple, saying hello and driving home, blah, blah, blah. That is true, if you look like everyone else.

My blue hair and silver nose piercing tends to throw people off a bit. Everyone thinks I’m some hardcore chick who doesn’t care about anything. So when I met my teachers and students who I would have classes with everyone watches me like a hawk in class. If I accidentally drop something I get sent to the principal’s office.

The reason I don’t just go back to my natural blonde hair is because I don’t want to be the preppy zombie like everyone has become. It’s like a plague out there and the only way to hide from it is to be different. My friend gets it too, her hair is green and she has a lip piercing and people treat her the same way they treat me, like a loner.

I look different, I act different, that’s because I am different.


This is my little authors note: I wrote “Blue and Silver” to show that it is okay to be different. I really don’t think people realize that this happens everyday in life. Just because your hair is dyed and you have a perceiving, that suddenly means that your some monster who will kill you with just one look. It’s not true, I’m hoping this story will open peoples eyes and show them that this actually happens to everyone, even if their hair is not a different color or if they have a piercing. I would like to thank you for taking the time to read this, bye!