October 22

Test Part 2- The Break of Dawn

WARNING!!! If you have not read part one, I recommend you do so. Otherwise this will be very confusing!!!

I could not sit there and dangle in one of the highest trees, someone was bound to see me. I summoned all of my strength and jumped with nothing but my arms; by some miracle, I had made it. I slammed my food down on the branch blow me and climbed up the tree. When I reached the top I had found the weapons. I didn’t know if this was a trick just to kill me and I didn’t care; I just wanted safety and to go back home. But of course this will never happen because once we leave this “Test” we will be put up with all of the other survivors. “Heaven” is what they call this place, but really it’s just land separated from everything else. The though of never seeing my mom or brother again killed me, but if it meant I could see my father, I will carry on. My father was in this “Test” you see and, well, hopefully survived. If not then this is just a way for me to go stay on land with no one; everyone I know who was in this “Test” is surely dead by now. I can’t imagine the beauty queen of our school staying in here for longer then a day.

Once I finally got back on the ground it had to have been almost midnight. I would have stayed here forever, but someone had to notice something off with this tree, like I did, and climb back up. I grabbed the bag with the weapons in them, and figured this was as good a time as ever. I opened the bag; hoping for some sort of sword or shield, when I saw what was in the bag a look of disappointment crawled up my face. The only thing in the bag was scissors, rope, glue, wire, one tiny little dagger, and a long chain.

What was I supposed to do with this! I get the wire and rope, but why would I need glue? The chain was just going to scream “hey look, here is a person running with something she didn’t come here with, kill her yay!” At least I got a dagger, it’s not a sword but it will do for now.

Shelter is what I am worried about, someone has to be out here looking for an easy target. I looked around for the fist time since I got to the tree. Trees were everywhere, roots were vanquishing the ground with their mighty force, the moss covered the rocks to make them look like an afro. I saw, about five feet away, a ditch. Big enough for a person, this was there on purpose I know it was, it is so perfect. But it was good enough for now, I hopped in and covered some of the leaves on me so I wouldn’t stand out too much. Then I had it, an idea. The glue could be used for many things, but for me it was shelter. I would glue the leaves onto my cloths to make camouflage, it was perfect.

As I slept I made a game plan for tomorrow, but for now all I could do was wait for the break of dawn.

October 6

In the Shadows

The lonely little light in the distance seems to dance in the still of the night. I’m sure it’s just a hallucination, there would be no one out here who would help me, just kill me. In fact no one alive would be out here this late, except me. I do need to get back to the safe house but every time I move the swampy floor below me squishes making it harder to hide from the black shadows that haunt the night.

The light is now gone, covered, by one of the shadows who is looking for the next victim to join. This…thing is no more then a foot away from my face, I could just try and run but they will hear and catch me, it’s a race that I can’t win. It’s just like when you ask your friend to see who can run the fastest to a certain distance except your friend completely cheats and flys. I slow my breaths hoping that the black beast that stands before me will give up and move on to the next lonely wanderer.

I look around me hoping to find a way to escape but all I see are shadows in the trees that seem to tear through the stars to the heavens. The dark and foul smelling waters below me are no better, they were once full of frogs and fish and was now full of dark mystery and sadness that the shadows have created for the entire village. After a long painful hour of just standing there they finally move on, some stupid girl ran away from the dark ones . The screeching of the shadows was like nails on a chalk board but I had to endure it so they wouldn’t come back.

I look back around and see the trees, the water, and the muddy swampy ground. I smell the foul stench of death in the water, I went to walk back to the building still keeping quiet. The smell and the darkness that is so intense is swallows my heart and crushes it, it made me sick to think of all the lost pets, the lost children, the lost souls that were once alive in this wasteland. I don’t know how I got back alive, I am the only one to tell the tale of the shadows, but it happend, and I am here.

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 21

All Alone


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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!