Author: KaraW

“Next time I see her she will suffer”, she thought to herself. No one is suppose to hurt you like that. When she saw her the next week at school she broke down and ran to an empty class to cry.

The next time anyone saw her she was dead. Took the cowards way out.

Once upon a time there was a kingdom that was ruled by obedience. The king enforced many tasks and rules that must be followed or darkness was presented. Even his poor daughter, princess Thumbelina, must obey the rules or the king will show no mercury. One evening, Thumbelina was late to dinner. The king turned dark and anger appeared. Thumbelina begged for forgiveness but the king must teach the disobeying people that life follows with consequences. The king built a maze with no beginning nor ending. Thumbelina was thrown into the maze like flower pedals falling from the sky. While the sun is present, light the burns to the touch of an eye and when darkness falls, a beast was formed. The gentle princess was forgotten and was cursed by the ugly look of a beast. The curse will only be broken with true loves kiss but who can ever love a beast?

There she was. A beautiful maiden sipping on the sweet nectar of a ripe papaya. She was stunning. She had beautiful pink luminous scales lining the lower half of her body and was wearing two seashells to cover her voluptuous breasts. She had the voice an angel as she sung a sweet tune that blessed my eardrums.
I finally worked up the courage to approach the gorgeous woman, but as I approached I felt a chill run down my spine. Something wasn’t right, but I wasn’t gonna let this beautiful maiden escape my grasp. As I got closer, I started to sniff the sweet nectar of the papaya which intrigued me even more. I reached out my hand and placed on her shoulder, but before I could say anything a scream escaped my mouth.
She grabbed my wrist tightened her grip to the point of no escape. Her beautiful voice turned to a hellish screech as I struggled to escape. It was too late. Before I knew it the creature started to crunch on my fingers and slowly worked her way up my arm. That’s the day I realized that beauty always comes with pain.

The faint scent of my brother’s Tom Ford cologne wafted into my face and my eyes began to water. If my twenty one year old brother was taken too, what would I do? Who would make me laugh? Who would fight me for the TV remote? Who would help me build a fort to watch movies all night long? Who would cook me my favorite meals? Who would take me to see the world? Who else would sit in the freezing cold for me? Who else would hold me in the dead of night?
“Hey Ace, what are you thinking about?”
In that moment I didn’t feel the usual wave of irritation when I heard him refer to me as the unusual character of Ace Ventura. Instead, I felt happy that I still had time to cherish my family. I felt happy that I had time to be with him. I felt happy that he was still here. For the first time this week I smiled. Tonight, in the freezing cold, I just felt happy.

The boat began to roll from side to side and the temperature dipped all of a sudden. Dark clouds obscured the moon and they churned grimly in the night sky. A winnowing wind fermented and sighed, rippling the surface of the corpse calm sea. Jack’s boat heaved and tossed in the rising swell and he gripped the tiller with his naked fingers.The wind slammed the rain into his face like tiny stones and pushed his hood back. The ship pressed, first up waves at forty-five degrees, and then crashed down jarring his bones. Jack could barely make out a figure at the end of his boat. He called out, but his words were caught in his throat. He pushed his way to the front of the boat. Hiding behind a crate he noticed a large whale and shark like figure chomping away at his apples.

We sat in the silence of the night watching the snow fall, adding another layer to the foot of snow already on the ground. The branches of the trees bowed with the heavy load they were carrying, bending towards the floor. The icy air whistled around my ears, causing my skin to tingle and sting. My fingers and toes were numb, but I wasn’t bothered by it.
I tore my gaze away from the forest of trees to look up at Vinnie when I felt him nudge my shoulder. I noticed his red nose and face scrunched up trying to bear the cold. He obviously wasn’t in a state of blissful peace as I was. Feeling guilty, I opened my mouth to tell him to go inside, but he shushed me and nodded to a house in the distance. It was lit up with Christmas lights and decorated with an inflatable Santa Claus and Rudolph the red nosed reindeer. The lights were blurry to me, but it was more beautiful this way. The reds and greens blended together and the yellows stood out bright like the stars. Everything seemed quieter, almost muffled this winter night.

In Athens Greece, there was a goddess name Athena. She was a curious, intelligent, inspiring ruler that was granted with a gift from her people. She was bequest by a Pitaya, also known as dragon fruit. The item originated from the land of the unknown called Asia. The dragon fruit is a round, circular pink object with a cookies n cream color inside. The goddess was grateful for the unfamiliar gift and was fascinated with what it will do. While, Athena was sitting on her throne the thought occurred if this mysterious gift will take over her land and destroy everything that she built. She decided to seal the gift inside a enchantress box that will only open to the voice of hell. While days go by, the kingdom was protected while a dark force awaited in the room next door.

When Abby got onto the train, already late for work, she saw her. But how she’s dead, been dead for 3 years. She turned around to see if anyone else noticed her. When she turned back around she was gone never to be seen again.

It was around 4 am when I was jolted awake. The sheets I shoved off of me took with it the pools of sweat I was laying in. I couldn’t remember anything. I couldn’t remember falling asleep or where I was. My heart was racing and I was so hot it felt like I was sitting in an oven. I could barely breathe. The walls felt as if they were closing in. I threw myself off of the couch landing with a thud. I scrambled to get up and ran in no particular direction. Patches of yellow were hindering my vision. I felt a sharp pain shoot through my body. I looked down to see what was attacking me, barely making out a coffee table. Stumbling around the room I knocked over everything in my way. As my arms waved around the room I felt it graze something cold. It was a feeling so wonderful even in this delirious state I couldn’t help but crave for more. I launched myself towards it and found myself against a glass door with a sea of darkness behind it but it would not open. I was stuck.

As the night went on, the realities of the world crept into the back of my mind. My beautiful sister, Arya, had taken her last breath exactly a week ago. It was all just overwhelming. How could such a kind soul be taken so early? At only twenty years of age she has a whole life to live and a whole world to change, but now it wasn’t her job to do. If such a sweet, innocent girl could be taken away from a world of people who loved her, is anyone really safe?
I tried to imagine the way she must have felt in her last moments. Maybe she felt regret for not spending time enough time with mom and dad or maybe she felt disappointed for not having the chance to fall in love. Maybe she was angry for not getting to travel to Italy, France, or Spain like she wanted. Maybe she felt pain as the shards glass from the windshield pierced through her skin or agony when the fumes clogged her throat. Maybe she was terrified as the fire devoured her. Maybe she cried because she had to die all alone.