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I don't have any clever titles, I'm running out of them. UHM I don't know what to say really except Austin, there is more than one anonymous commenter. UHM spam? Yes, I just spammed Aisha's deviant account while she was checking her laundry, along with the other 245 viewers on her livestream. That's how special we are. We love her that much. UHM I've said UHM four times now. Anyway, I'm working on my valentines day picture idea *wink wink erin* based off of Erin's short story... and here it is! And because of Erin i randomly started singing Still Alive during lunch.....

Anyway here's a random story for ya. It's missing a title..... anyway Erin, you still need to finish season four.
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The bitter wind burned her cheeks, the rain searing her wind washed skin. Her hair had fallen out of the pins leaving her black curls plastered on her back and bare shoulders. Her scarlet gown had darkened with the rain, leaving ugly blood red patches saturated with water against her skin. She felt the chill of the elements in her bones, but would not move from her spot. She would stand there all day if she had to. She knotted her hands around the ruffles in her skirt, her grey eyes locked on the canyon mouth a ways off from the village.

That was where they would see them after all these years.

The other women of the village stood with her, anxiously watching the canyon below them. They had put on their best dresses to welcome their husbands home from war, and now stood still as death on the hillside, their hands clasped in silent prayer at their breasts dotting the hill like the angelic statues of a cemetery. Worry lined every feature of the women’s faces, but in their eyes the light of hope sparkled brightly. Breaking form Arainne bent over, picking up the lantern at her feet and holding it at her side. The sun was beginning to set, and the men had yet to arrive. Her chest ached and her heart squeezed. What if they had all been lost?
But no. In the distance Arainne spotted them in the canyon and she cried out joyfully to the other women.

"They come!" she cried, "The men, they come!" She lifted the lantern out before her, pointing to the canyon mouth.

An excited stir filled the crowd of women who pressed closer around Arainne, watching the men grow closer. Anxiously Arainne searched the company of men for her husband. Her heart beat in her chest like the ceaseless beating of a humming bird’s wings. There! She spotted her husband’s snow white mare among the men and a rush of warmth filled her. She waved the lantern through the air, signaling the men. Upon seeing the light, their gait increased rapidly, the sounds of thundering hooves stampeded toward them.
As men passed Arainne to embrace their wives, she watched as the white mare trotted up the hill pulling a wooden cart behind it. Marek, her sister’s husband approached her, his face ashen and downcast. Mournfully he handed her the reins of the horse. Taking them in her hand, Arainne glanced back at the cart and in it found the still figure of her husband, Daniel. The lantern slipped from her fingers, shattering at her feet.

"Why, Daniel?! Why!" she shouted to the sky, "You could have taken any man, but why my Daniel!"

Above her thunder rolled and lightning cracked. She was alone.

Questions Arise

So, yes, I've had some questions, I'm going to address them in this post. Hopefully....

Dear Shannon,

 I've read your comments. Thanks I'm glad you love my stuff! My novel isn't online, nor will it be because I'm not planning on putting that here. It's all hand written though. I will however put all, well, most of my stuff here. Some of it is too dark for even me. It's a horrid memory I wish not to revisit. I'm glad to hear that Erin talks about me. I hope to keep you coming back for more, and hopefully spark your juices again.

Dear Cynthia,

Why don't I write about my life? Well, I hardly have anything that doesn't seem trivial to talk about. I suppose I could bore you to death with my talk of who won the superbowl, PACKERS BY THE WAY, or what I did in school, but to me, reality isnt' fun. I like to live in a world where I make my own uh.... well so much for being a writer if I can't even find a word for that. Oh well.

Dear Anonymous(es),

I wish I knew who you were. Signing with a nickname doesn't help me. Telling me you think we've had a conversation similar to that of my characters doesn't help me..... Please, tell me who you are. Thanks that would be great. Love you.

Dear David Bowie,

I watched Band Slam and I couldn't help but to write that.

Dear Erin,

I love you, and all your work. Keep it up.

If any of you have any further questions that you should like answered, please comment below. Now, as Cynthia pointed out, I don't write much about my life. It's usually a blurb and then a story. I wish to continue this trend.......... Now.


This was another one of those Images assignments we did in creative writing. It's again about Branded, enjoy. It's kinda short...... ish. I mean I'm not sure what you guys consider short, but this is what I do. anyway, moving on. enjoy.

Trapped.

They had been trapped in the dark labyrinth of subway tunnels under the city for hours. The outside gates had all been locked and bolted, and their shouts stopped dead at the tunnel’s end. It had been a trap. Killswitch warned them not to go, but Jaycee had promised information about Zendla. She had the information when Larkin had met her in the café three hours before, and Larkin trusted her. She had followed Larkin’s instructions to the point. Come alone. Wear a red button up shirt. Wear a ball cap on her head. Wear her bag on her right side, and keep her left hand in her pocket. Jaycee had done all these things, and Larkin had seen the information, but their meeting fell to pieces when the local police barged through the doors. Someone had recognized Larkin and called the police. Jaycee shouted out a meeting place in the tunnels, and Larkin sent Sam before them to search it out. With no word from Sam, she and Alexander entered the subway tunnel, hoping to find him within, but when she and Alexander arrived, the lights died and the screeching started. No one heard them scream.

Larkin’s breathing was heavy and uneven, her heartbeat even more so. The tunnels were black as pitch and cold as death as they raced through the passageways. She couldn’t hear Alexander’s footsteps behind her; the horrid screeching sounds that echoed through the tunnel blocked out all sound. The screeching bit into her mind, making it impossible for her to think clearly, which she needed so desperately to do if she wanted to escape with her life. Too many people could be lurking in these dark corridors waiting to kill them—to silence them. Larkin and her friends had become part of something so incredibly dangerous they had become the target for both sides.

Blindly she reached behind her, hoping to find Alexander behind her. Feeling the soft material of Alexander’s cotton shirt and his warm body beneath it made her smile. A drop of relief touched her heart knowing he was still with her. They slowed their pace, inching carefully through the darkness, letting their hands guide them along the walls. The screeching grew louder like the grinding wheels of a monstrous train lurching to a stop on the tracks. With a scream Larkin threw her hands over her ears, clamping her palms against the side of her head, a tear running down her cheek.

"Make it stop!" she wailed, pressing her hands harder against her temples. "Please!!"

And suddenly, with one final low hum the noises stopped, leaving the tunnels void of sounds.

Alexander put a hand on Larkin’s shoulder. "Larkin, it stopped." He whispered, "It’s over."

"No…" hissed a sinister voice over the scratchy PA, the ominous word reverberating on the walls around them. "It’s only just begun."

Larkin took a step forward, stopping when she heard a splash beneath her foot. The lights flashed on, blinding her and Alexander, blazing through the tunnels. Blinking to adjust Larkin looked at her foot and screamed, stumbling backward into Alexander’s arms.

Lying on the ground before her were the bodies of Jaycee and Sam thrown together in a pool of their blood.

Dear World,

To echo the words of my dear friend Jasmine. Dear Fergie, No. Sincerely, Everyone. Agreed. She should not be allowed to sing live. She's awful. The whole band isn't much better. Background dancers were better. And way to go Slash for ignoring Fergie when she was all up in your business like a skank. True form. True form indeed. I'm all for the Greenbay Packers. We're taking bets as to the score of the game. So far, my dad is losing. He's going for the Steelers. They're having a bad game. I don't even usually watch football, but I will watch the Superbowl. Only for the commercials and to win bets, which I seem to be good at. Anyway, hahahhhahhahahahah so the other night I was at Erins and we were playing our favorite game, and Amber had turned traitor, so she was Death. We had to play her in chess. The goal was to beat chess in a game, and we would win. It was harder than we thought, but we won! So I drew this picture:

And onward to the story update!!! This is the rest of chapter three for Perfect Strangers. Yep. This is awesome. I hope. Love it.

Chapter Three part Two

I walked down the hall in a huff and entered my room. I slammed the doors behind me as I made my way to my room. I yanked off my shoes and chucked them across the room and shed my sweater and pants, putting on a cozy pair of sweats and one of Tony's t-shirts. I didn't even bother pulling the covers back and just pulled my fleece blanket out of my suitcase and fell onto my bed. With a grumble I closed my eyes and willed myself to sleep.

I was back in the immense field, but this time it was different. The sun shone overhead, blazing down on the world; the birds sang cheerfully in the forest and tiny animals scurried through the grasses. I wore a dress of violet with a heavy skirt. The bodice clung to my body, accentuating my curves. The dark skirt flowed gracefully as I walked. Where I was going I wasn't quite sure, but it was like some force was pulling me toward it yet again. It was a familiar pull, like I had experienced it before, and then I came upon a cleared patch of grasses, and I stopped. In the center of the circle stood a tall young man with dark hair that fell past his shoulders. It had a slight wave to it, but there was something familiar about him beyond his hair. It was the way he stood. Proud, and slightly arrogant, sure of himself for certain, but mysterious. My heart fluttered in my chest, and as if he could sense my excitement he turned around.

Shocking emerald eyes locked onto mine. He smiled, a smile I knew all too well. This was Stitch. He wore a thin white cotton shirt that seemed almost transparent in the sun. His shirt was half tucked into a pair of brown leather pants. His boots were made of a darker leather, and engulfed the bottom of his pant legs, keeping them tight against his leg. He spread his arms out wide, smiling once again. I smiled, felt my cheeks flush, and then before I could think, I rushed into his arms. Why was I doing this? It was almost as if I had no choice, and then, I spoke.

“I thought you wouldn't come, Everard.” I said.

He chuckled, closing his arms around me. “Silly girl. You know I shall always come when you call, no matter how far away.” he replied, “But tell me, Laelais, why have you summoned me? Is something wrong?”

My gut squirmed uncomfortably. There was something wrong, but I didn't know what it was, but my dream self seemed to. “Its... oh it's that wretched man again! Everard he claims that he and I are to wed! He speaks madness. My heart could never belong to such a monster as he.”

Stitch paused, thinking for a moment. I looked up at him, staring deeply into those pools of green beneath his dark hair. The silence between us made me nervous. I buried my head against his warm chest, hoping he would speak soon.

“Tis true that your heart could never belong to someone as vile as him, it is far too kind. But I wonder then, who could your heart belong to? If not he, a warlock of such high stature, then who? A commoner, perhaps? Or a noble knight of the King?” his smile was teasing, willing me to answer his questions.

I stared blankly at him. How was I supposed to answer that question? I took a deep breath, trapping the air in my throat. I didn't want to tell him the answer. What if... what if he left me? He watched me, waiting patiently for an answer; he never pushed for an answer, and what was one thing that I loved about him. Slowly I hissed the breath through my teeth.

“A commoner, yes. But not an ordinary man.” I said, hoping that the answer was enough.

He smiled, “What, no name? How cryptic of you.” his smile grew, his eyes narrowing slyly.

I stepped away from him, hiding the flush in my cheeks. I started to walk across the field. I quickened my pace, reaching the middle of the field and he appeared at my side, walking in time with me. He watched me, silently, like he always did. He never pressed me for an answer in anything, just waited for me to tell him in my own time.

I glanced up at him. He had always been taller than me. Even when we were children. “You and he know each other better than you think.” I told him.

He raised an eyebrow, his green eyes twinkling. “Oh we do?” he replied, then stepped in front of me, placing his hands on my shoulders and looking me straight in the eye. “It doesn't matter to me who your heart belongs to, but know that my heart belongs to you. Forever.”

He leaned forward and his lips met mine. My body flooded with warmth. He pulled away and smiled.

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I woke, the moon shining through the curtains of my window onto my face, and immediately raised my fingers to my lips. They felt warm, like the kiss had been real. It all felt real. The feel of the grass on my ankles, the rustle of the skirts against my hips. The breeze on my cheeks. The heat of Stitch's touch. I glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. 2:45. There was a note next to the clock. I used my cell as a flashlight and read: Hey, American Beauty. Breakfast is at seven. I'd be happy if you would accompany me. You were asleep when I came by, but I will be back at seven tomorrow morning. Sweet dreams.- Cam. Cam? Really... this kid wasn't going to give up. I was flattered, but flustered. I had a boyfriend that I loved very much. What didn't they understand about that? With a sigh I dropped the note and rolled over, burying my face in my pillow and drifted back to sleep.

Next thing I know there's a knock on my door, pulling me from a dream that I didn't want to leave. I was with Tony again, it was our first date. The knocking didn't stop. Then I heard Kitty's voice from behind the door. She was yelling something at me, but I really didn't care. I rolled over and glanced at the clock. 7:10. Great. My blanket was around my feet, and my shirt was bunched up around my chest leaving my stomach exposed. The door slammed open.

“Are you alive in here?!” Kitty complained. “Laela, Cam and Jay are here. Come on! It's time for breakfast.”

I could hear Cam's voice from the entry. He was talking to Jay. With another sigh I raised my arm and mumbled “Jusa sec,” and rolled onto the floor. When I was awake enough I stood and found a sweatshirt and threw it on, pulling my slippers on and exited. My hair probably looked like a whirlwind had taken it victim.

Cam looked at me with a smile. “Good morning beautiful,” he said.

I rolled my eyes. “There is nothing beautiful about this...” I pointed at my hair.

Jay laughed. “Bed head suits you.” he said, slinging an arm around Kitty's waist.

I sniffed a chuckle and we left for the dining hall. Breakfast passed silently on my part. While the others conversed, my mind wandered to my family, probably all still in bed. Hopefully. I couldn't be sure about Kyler. It was a weekend, and he, like me, was a partier. I chuckled to myself, picturing Kyler crawling through his window to sleep about now. While I entertained this thought, I suddenly felt like I was being watched. I looked up and found Cam staring straight through me. I turned, looking over my shoulder and saw Stitch, sitting with several girls, watching me. I shivered, and then noticed what he was looking at. My neck. I glanced down. He couldn't see anything. Then I felt something against my skin pulse. I grabbed the sweatshirt, and felt the butterfly pendant beneath it.

What? When did I put this on? I glanced back at Stitch, who was smiling like he knew something that could change the fate of the world. I made a mental note to find out why later.

Randsomed: Short Story

Hey guys!!! Here's another college update! I know you guys are probably tired of them by now, but oh well.  I recieved a letter from Southern Virginia University today and I got a scholarship !!!! Well, two actually. I got an academic scholarship for $6,000 and a housing scholarship for $2,000. Great ain't it?! Well, not really. Tuition is pretty steep, but any amount of money will help. Okay, so uh I don't know if you know that Erin is writing a story called Legacies. I. Love. It. It, like many of my stories, was started from a dream. I'm in it. My character is Alessia. I don't know if I've talked about this before..... but I think I've got a picture of her and Rath up here. If not..... i'll get one. UH. This story here, is from a dream I had. Yes, I dream about Erin's characters. UHHHHHHH to know some backstory, you should probably read her story here.


Randsomed

The air was thick with anger and fear. Everyone sat in the small room, the dragons from the great stained glass window glaring down at them. The room seemed to be angry with the occupants. Elle and Zara sat on the far side of the room with Saige. The boys were in the center of the room, each of them pacing like caged animals. Rath had his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes dark and angry.

He stopped moving and snatched the white-blond haired boy by the collar of his shirt. "Think, Trace!" he growled ferally, "Who would have taken her?!"

"I-I don't know! You think I'm not upset about this!?" Trace snapped back.

Rath shook Trace harshly, "You darn well be upset. It's your fault they got her! Now think! Who, of all your enemies would take Alessia?"

Alik put his hand on Rath's shoulder, a silent warning to cool it.

Saige hopped up from her seat in the corner and ran to Rath's other side. "Rath, calm down. This isn't helping. We need to find Alessia and all this anger isn't helping us find her. She's probably scared, Rath. She needs you to keep your head about yourself." She said, smiling up at him.

He let go of Trace's shirt and backed up. He sighed. "You're right, you're right."

"I promise, I'm thinking. I've been thinking since the moment I found out she was taken. You're not the only one who cares about her." Trace said darkly.

Rath glared, but said nothing.

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She cowered in the corner, her hands tied to the pole behind her, her ankles bound tightly with rope. She prayed with everything she had that Rath was looking for her. That was the only thing she had to hold onto. If Trace really owed these people--these monsters--that took her as much as he did, he wouldn't be looking for her. He'd be running for the hills by now. The door opened, light spilling in through the crack. Alessia cringed closer to the pole. She didn't want them to come back. She wanted them to leave her alone. What did she have to do with Trace? She hardly even knew him!

"'Ello love," said a gravely voice.

Alessia wimpered. "Leave me alone!" she cried, tears falling down her cheeks.

He aproached her, untying her arms and grabbing her wrists. She tried to crawl away from him, but he kicked her in the stomach and dragged her out of the room. She twisted and turned in his grip, screaming and crying. She was bruised and bloody and broken on the inside. She needed Rath. She wanted to see his face, to feel his arms around her again. The man dragged her around a corner, her hip banging against a sharp corner. She cried out, feeling warmth leak from her skin. He turned and glared harshly at her. She bit her lip and kept quiet. He dragged her up the stairs, not caring that she cried out in pain each time she hit another step.

The other members of the crew watched with sneering smiles as, Red as he was called, dragged Alessia's bloody body across the deck. Alessia heard a familiar voice curse from the distance. She twisted herself around to see the voice. Trace stood, locked in a choke hold at the end of the deck. She started crying, her body rocking with sobs. Red yanked her to her feet, holding her against his side.

"Nice of you to join us, Trace." Red said. "You know, I was rather surprised to find such a gem as this among your fith. She made it easy for me to lure you out of your little hole."

"Shut up," Trace growled. "Let her go."

"Did you bring what I asked for?"

Trace shrugged himself free of his captor's grasp and threw a sack that fell with a chink! to the ground. Alessia felt Red smile. One of the other men grabbed the sack, opened it and nodded at Red.

"Now let her go," Trace growled.

Red loosened his grip on Alessia and then, faster than anyone could blink, drew his sword and thrust it through her gut. She gasped, blood leaking from the corners of her mouth. Trace rushed forward and caught her as she fell. He pulled the blade from her body, holding her limp body in his arms, looking like a lost puppy. The other men started to converge on him. He gathered Alessia in his arms and rushed off the ship.
He had to get her back to Zara and the other women quickly.

****

Rath sat at the side of her bed, holding her hand gently, waiting for her to wake up. She had barely survived the injury sustained by the pirates. Rath blamed her for every injury, every cut, every bruise. Trace entered the room, quietly slipping in, standing next to the door. Rath looked up at him, glaring harsly.

"Is she awake yet?" Trace asked, keeping his eyes fixed solely on Alessia's still figure.

"No, she's not." Rath answered. He had dark circles under his eyes. He hadn't slept for days.

"Rath, sleep. You're like the living dead. I'll watch her."

Rath glanced up at Trace, but his fatigue won the battle. He stood and exited the room and Trace took his place on the chair beside her, taking  her hand in his. Hours later she stirred. His head snapped up. She groaned, her brow wrinkling in pain.

"Rath?" she moaned.

His heart sunk. What was he expecting? For her to wake up and ask for him? He squoze her hand.

"No, he's sleeping. He's been in here for days without sleep, waiting for you to wake up. Here's the deal doll, we'll just not tell him that you woke up, and you can wake up again for him, deal?" he smiled.

"Fine... I'm too weak to fight you, but Trace..." she struggled to talk, the bandages around her stomach constricting her air flow. "T-thank you for saving me."

She propped herself up on her elbow, trying to sit up straight. Trace stood, and stopped her, gently putting his hand on her shoulder and guiding her back down to the pillow.

"You're too weak right now, don't hurt yourself." he said.

She grabbed his collar, holding his face down close to her. She kissed his cheek gently, and closed her eyes again. His cheeks flushed as he dropped back into the chair, pleasantly surprised.

"Make sure Rath's in here next time I wake up. And don't you say a word about what just happened, or so help me when I can I'll kick your butt." she whispered, falling back asleep.

He chuckled. "Sure thing love."

Two Posts in a day? Go go Alex!

Hahahahaha well you can tell how bored I was. I've been watching Gone With the Wind for the last like twelve million years. I'm starting to atrophy here on the couch. And goodness gracious..... why is it in my nature to be super and overly flirty? It's something that I never realize I'm doing untill it's too late. I hate myself for it, but most people know that if I like someone, it's really obvious, both to people who don't know, and the person I like. Usually. I guess it depends on what person it is. I think I need to stop. It's only causing people problems. Both me and the boys. That's probably why no one asks me out. I realized that... in an odd way, I can relate to Scarlet O'Hara. She's the main character in Gone With the Wind. She's a walking scandal. Maybe that's what I am. I'd better stop....... I need a boyfriend. UGH.

Here's the third chapter of Perfect Strangers. Enjoy, and please let me know what you think.

Chapter three

The movie was being shown on the back lawn of the school where a large outdoor stage was settled at the bottom of a hill. There was a sound building at the top, and the slope created a semi circle around it. There was a large white screen dropped down, set in place by heavy speakers. Kitty had come down earlier and set up a blanket for everyone, so our spot was already claimed. She and Jay sat down together and I sat on Kitty's right. She paid me little attention as she was so focused on Jay. I didn't mind though. That gave me time to think about the dream I had. What did it mean? It felt so... real. It was almost like I was reliving a memory that had been buried deep within the recesses of my mind for a long time. I was so focused on my own thoughts that I didn't notice Cam sit beside me. The movie started when the sun had set far enough that the light wasn't so bright. I hardly paid any attention to the movie. My mind wandered from place to place. From a distant land I heard Kitty whisper, “Gosh it's so cold out here.” Jay shifted and suddenly I felt lonely. I wished Tony were here to keep me warm. I sighed and leaned back, propping myself up on my hands, but they hardly had time to find the ground before my shoulders touched something.

Startled, I yipped quietly and glanced over my shoulder. Stitch was sitting directly behind me grinning like a hyena. He patted his knees, giving me an invitation to lean back. With a scowl I turned back to the movie. Concentrating on the movie was difficult for me, and so I let the movie pass by me as a blur. After it had ended Kitty started laughing.

“Oh what a wonderful movie! Didn't you just love it, Laela?” she asked, leaning over Jay's leg to look at me.

“Oh! Uh yes, loved it.” I replied.

Stitch snickered from behind me. I glared over my shoulder at him. He smiled innocently, raising his arms at his sides. We stood and gathered our things and I shivered as a breeze rushed through the area. I hugged myself, wishing once again Tony were here to put his arm around me and pull me into his side. As if someone had read my thoughts a blanket was dropped over my shoulders and someone's arm pulled me into their side. I glanced up, finding Cam staring back at me.

I glared, but found the gesture comforting. “You should know that I have boyfriend.” I said, hoping he would drop his arm, but he didn't.

“I'm only trying to keep you warm, love. No harm done.” he said, smiling at me.

I rolled my eyes but kept close. The wind had started to pick up so it was nice to have someone to block out the wind. He rubbed my arm rhythmically humming to himself. He seemed more smug than when I first met him. He tugged me closer as we neared the building as if staking his claim. When we reached the door I noticed a pretty blonde walking in line beside us. Cam was staring at her, a smug grin across his face. The girl was glaring harshly at me. Did I know her? She seemed to know Cam. She seemed to know him well enough that she hated me. I could see it in her eyes.

“Court,” he said shortly, nodding to her with a smile.

She wasn't so polite as to reply with more than a huff as she twitched away, her hips swinging widely as she walked. Her blonde ponytail swayed while she walked, flicking her back.

“Girls. What are we supposed to do with them...?” he sighed, half chuckling.

I looked up at him. “Leave us alone?” We stepped inside and I shrugged the blanket and his arm off my shoulder. “Thanks for the blanket,”

I turned and made my way toward the elevator, leaving Cam standing alone. I reached the elevator, and as I reached forward to press the button, a perfectly tanned arm reached around me and pressed the button. I glanced backward, finding myself face to face once again with Stitch. He smiled.

“Enjoy the movie?” he asked casually.

“Immensely.” I replied, turning back and waiting for the doors to click open. When the doors slid open I stepped inside and turned around, blocking the doorway as Stitch tried to enter. I smirked, “Sorry, this elevator is full.”

He returned my sly grin. “Fiesty. Just like I like em.” he winked at me and the doors slid shut.

I backed against the wall, sliding to the floor. He was a... what was it that Jay had said.... Stitch was a loon. A loon that kept my brain turning and wallowing in his mysteries.

Story updates!

OKAY. Well Perfect Strangers is coming. I promise, but for right now, please enjoy this still unnamed story. This is for you Erin.

I ran through the halls of the building, my feet making no sound when they hit the floor. At the pace I was running any human would have been collapsed on the ground trying to catch their breath. I flew through the doors and onto the street, skidding to a halt on the edge of the curb. I looked around; everything looked so different from my planet. I looked up at the sky, but could not see any moons. How did these people know where they are? I heard the shouts of the woman with the camera device coming from behind me; I had stopped on the curb too long. I glanced over my shoulder and spotted her racing out of the doors.

“Wait!” she cried, “Wait I think I can help you! I know what you are!”

Not good. I took off to my right twisting and turning through people on the sidewalk. A few shouted at me as I passed. The woman followed closely. I needed to pick up speed. I needed to find my ship. I glanced down at my wrist. My collar was gone. There was no way I could track the ship now. I cursed inwardly and dashed around the corner, pressing myself against the wall and became invisible. The woman with the camera passed my hiding place and kept running for a few feet before stopping.

“Shoot, lost her.” she panted, “I knew they existed. I knew it.” She removed the camera from her neck and started pressing buttons. “And who is this Aeros character? Ah! Maybe she came with someone else. Then that means that there are two aliens on Earth. I knew that shooting star I had seen wasn't just a star. It was a ship! They found her in the forest.... maybe that's where the ship landed.”

The forest? What forest? I took a step closer to her, willing her to keep speaking.

“It's about six hours from here... I'll call Jack and we'll be on our way. Redwood forest here I come!” she struck th e air with a fist and ran off grinning like a Morgaian Banshee.

I stepped out of the alley and onto the street remaining invisible. I needed to find this Redwood forest. My ship should be there, and I needed to find it before any human did. After traveling at least a mile away from the hospital I made myself visible again. Approaching a woman on a bench, I smiled.

“Excuse me miss,” I said, drawing her attention to me. “I'm a little lost...”

“Oh dear, where are you headed?” she asked, smiling sweetly at me.

“I'm supposed to be meeting a friend at the Redwood forest... but I lost my navigation device...” Navigation device? Did they even use that term?

“Oh! You lost your map! Well, if you head out of town and get onto the highway. Take Market Street northeast toward South Van Ness avenue, turn right there. Once you hit that, drive until you hit Twelfth street and you're gonna have to make a U-turn. When you get to Lombard street, take a left. Go to Richardson avenue, and then you should hit the freeway. Follow Highway 101. Follow that until you hit Redwood Freeway. You'll be at the park in no time.” She beamed.

I nodded, and thanked her, then returned to the direction of the nearest cars. I would have to make it there by foot. That wouldn't take long. Becoming completely invisible I sped off, replaying the directions over and over in my head. I reached the forest in a record amount of time, stopping among the thick trees. Now where would my ship have landed. If they found me in the forest, wouldn't someone have heard about it? I walked silently through the forest, listening for the sounds of hikers or campers. After what seemed like an endless amount of time I found a group of hikers. I made myself visible, and approached slowly.

One of the men in the group turned to face me, a grin spreading across his face. “Hey there little lady, you lost?” he asked.

“Oh, no, no. I had a question.” I said quietly, cringing at the smell of his body. Something he and his friends had done made them stink.

“Hmm, okay, shoot.”

Shoot!? “I'm not going to shoot you.”

“Oh, no, that's an expression. It means go ahead.” he smiles.

I laughed, “Um.. okay, you know how they found that girl in the forest? Do you know where they found her?”

He paused, thinking for a moment. I concentrated on his thoughts and they became clear in my mind. The girl? What girl..... oh! That one. She looks like the girl... she fits her description. White hair. Pale skin. White dress. I took a step back.

“Why do you want to know? You know, come to think of it, you look an awful lot like her.” His friends stepped beside him, staring at me. “Are you that girl?”

I don't know how to answer them. If I say yes, what would they do? “That doesn't concern you. Could you please just tell me where she was found?”

“Sure it does, they said she escaped from the hospital... that hospital isn't too far from here either. So, are you her?”

I glared, “I told you, it doesn't matter. Now unless you want me alert the authorities of your illegal substances, I suggest you tell me where they found her.”

His upper lip curled into a sneer. His friends flanked his sides, their eyes hollow and dark.

“Tell me where they found her, or you will wish you were never born.” They laughed in response. “Wrong answer.”

I spread my arms out wide, and my world was covered in a dark shade as my eyes filled with black. I raised each of them off the ground, throwing them into trees and slamming them to the ground using only my mind. When they were all on the forest floor, grunting and groaning, I pinned them there, walking up to the boy who spoke to me and stepped on his chest, driving my foot in hard. He grunted.

“Tell me where they found her,” I demanded between gritted teeth.

“Not too far from here! She was found outside campground seventeen!!” he cried.

I kicked him in the chest again and began on my way. It took only a few minutes to find this campground, and when I did, there were no signs of my ship. I searched each inch of the forest floor until something shiny caught my eye. I rushed to it, and dug it out of the soil. My collar!! I picked it up, feeling the circuits humming to life beneath my fingertips. I held the ring over my finger and it quickly shrunk to fit my finger snugly. I took a deep breath and sighed. Now I could find my ship.

New Story:

Again, I have a college announcement to make! I got accepted to BYU Idaho today!!!!!! Now I have a problem. Which school do I choose? AHHHHHHHHHHH! Anyway, I've begun a new story, and Erin is super excited about it. She keeps asking when I'm getting a story on here, so here it goes. There's not really a title yet as this was based on a dream, but i'm working on that. Anyway, enjoy. Oh wait, here's a picture of our main characters. Terra is the girl, Aeros is the boy; also known as Yin and Yang, or Harmony and Chaos.

Blaring screeches coming from every possible system in the entire ship rang in my ears. I clamped my hands over my head trying to drown out the sounds, but I couldn't do it. I glanced to my right where, across the length of the cockpit, Aeros worked frantically to right the problems. It wasn't going to work. Even if we used our powers there was no way to salvage the ship. Something had hit us. Something meant to kill us. As I made to take a step toward him the next sound I heard will forever be engraved in my mind. The sounds of tearing metal and sparkling electric chords. Showers of sparks and the ship had ripped in two. Aeros on one piece, and me on the other. I screamed his name, stumbling backward and slamming my head on something hard, and my world was engulfed in black.

***

Blip!...Blip!...Blip! What were those strange sounds? Was I still on my ship? Had it survived the crash? I scrunched my eyes tighter closed, trying to recall the last moments before I blacked out. Tearing metal. The other half of the ship hurtling away through the clouds. Aeros! My heart rate accelerated instantly and I sat up rapidly, breathing quick shallow breaths. I was in a bed in a white room. There were furnishings around the room that I recognized, but some I didn't. What on earth were these things? I tried to move my right arm, but a sharp pain stopped me. I cried out and looked down at my arm. A small tube with a needle was embedded into my arm. I yanked it out and tossed it across the room. Where was I? Glancing around I noticed a woman sleeping in a chair near a window, the sun streaming in across her face. Around her neck was a strange device. I stepped quietly out of the bed, my steps making no noise as I moved toward her. Leaning down to study the device, my long white hair fell over my shoulder and landed on her face. Startled, she woke with a scream. I jumped away from her, holding my right hand out in front of me defensively, gripping it tightly with my left hand, waiting to throw her through a wall if needed.

“You... you're awake!” she cried, a smile spreading across her face. She picked up the device and held it up to her eye. What was she doing? Suddenly there was a bright flash of light and I couldn't see a thing. “This is amazing!”

I shook my head, dropping my hand and heard glass shatter. Looking up again I found the machine to my left which had a large screen that was once one sheet of glass, scattered across the floor. The woman was staring wide eyed at the machine. She had paled.

“D-did you do that?” she was pointing at the machine.

“Do what?” I asked, glaring at the device around her neck. What was that evil little box and what had it done to me?

“The TV... the screen. It shattered when you put your hand down.”

“TV?” she must have been referring to the box to my left. “Maybe. But what did you do to me? What is that infernal device around your neck and where is Aeros?!”

“What?” she looked at the black box. “It's a camera; it takes pictures of things. And who is Aeros? I don't know them.”

I raised my arm again. “You're lying! You shot our ship down, and you've captured me in this... place and are keeping Aeros from me! It's a bad idea! You have no idea who you're dealing with!”

She started to say something, but I heard nothing. My vision got hazy and my heart started pounding. Aeros. He was connecting with me. I knew my eyes had become completely black and without an iris. I happily welcomed the state of suspension between worlds. In the strange darkness I turned to find Aero's glowing figure, his dark hair waving slowly in an invisible wind. My heart leapt. I ran into his arms, burying my face in his chest, drinking in his smell. I looked up into his eyes, completely white, beneath his black hair. We were one. One being. One in purpose. Two bodies. Harmony and Chaos. Yin and Yang.

“Aeros! You're alive,” I felt tears forming in my eyes though I knew they would not fall. Our race could not shed tears unless both of the Bonded cried. “Where are you?”

“In a strange city far from you.” He said, stroking my hair softly.

I saw a flash of images cross my vision. Moving vehicles. Huge buildings. Hundreds of people. A street sight. Wall Street. It said.

“Where is Wall Street? Are you on the streets?”

He nodded. “I woke up in a heap of garbage. I don't know where the ship landed.” He looked down at me. “Where are you? What happened to your clothes?”

I glanced down at my body. I wasn't wearing my white dress. Instead I was wearing a strange spotted gown. My feet were bare and my necklace was gone. Distressed I looked up at him. “They've got me in some strange asylum. I woke with a needle in my arm and a woman sleeping in my room. When she woke she used a strange device on me. There was a flash of light and then this thing called a TV shattered. I lost control of my powers. Whatever she did caused me to break the glass.”

“Do you know where you are?”

I shook my head again feeling tears rise to my eyes. Aeros never cried. “I'm so scared. We can't be apart too long. The Elders warned us of what could happen. What you could do. They worry for Chaos. Never for Harmony. What can I do? Be too generous?” I chuckled at the thought, “You... you could destroy everything if you're away too long.”

He kissed my hair. “I'll find you. I can feel you. I'm coming. Stay safe.” He released me and the vision collapsed.

Blinking again I found myself back in the asylum. The woman wasn't alone anymore. There was a man in a long white coat and a woman in blue behind him. They were staring at me, analyzing me. I raised my right hand again, preparing to fight. The runes on my hand flared up, glowing black up the length of my arm.

“Where are my belongings?” I demanded. I shoved my hand at them, my palm beginning to itch with power. “Where are they!”

The woman in blue pointed to my dress neatly folded pile of clothes on a shelf. I made my way to them, still watching the group of people. They looked nervous. I pulled the drape off my body, leaving my naked body, white and shimmering. That was the one thing that set Aeros and I apart from the other gifted people of our race. We had been gifted above all else, blessed by the gods with their forms and powers. It was our charge to bring balance to whatever world we were in. Pulling my dress on, the material contracted to fit the contours of my body perfectly leaving my shoulders bare, and flaring out around my waist. I pulled on a pair of white shoes that also contracted to fit my feet perfectly. I fastened my necklace bearing the "Yin" symbol around my neck and when it connected

“Let me out of here.” I said, stepping toward them.

They separated and I was out of the room and running down the hall. The woman with the camera chased me out of the room, snapping pictures as I ran. I had to get away. I had to find Aeros before it was too late.