I have created a new species of Qurk that will be in my following stories. This new species is called a Zanthyr and have come to Our World with the other Qurks. After seeing the destruction and sorrow brought to our planet, they have joined together in an alliance against the remaining Qurks. Basically, they are on our side and are helping us. Feel free to create your own designs with this alien species and use them in your own stories.
Shep wandered around the city aimlessly as he felt that his very heart had been violently ripped from him. As his wounds slowly healed and scabbed over, they brought him great pain as he traveled. Growling and occasionally yelping, he despised the world around him.
Two teenagers walked into the room where Shep was now lying on the floor. One carried a leash while the other held a muzzle in his gloved hand. One looked to the other with a confused look on his face. “Is he dead?” he asked with a bit of fear reflecting from his eyes.
There was a sweet giggle as Shep rested on the cold floor. He could hear it in the back of his mind as his sight of the world faded away. It was a child’s laugh, a young girl’s laugh. He recognized it all too well. It was Lilly. There was a splash of pink across the dark backdrop of his mind as Lilly came into view. He could see her peacefully running through the park beside him with the beautiful budding spring trees glowing with joy. Her bright face was red, her eyes tightly closed, and a smile spread from ear to ear. She ran with her dog, laughing with her soft, bubbly laugh.
Shep recognized this dream. It was a memory, a memory from his past. A memory…of what his life used to be like. Happiness seemed so far from reach now.
“How did it go?”
“Well the dog is dead.”
“Dead? Oh, you mean the other dog.”
“Yes, Shep is fine. A little scratched, but fine.”
“So, what happened?”
“I just let the dog in, and Shep went straight for his neck. There was a bit of fighting, but with his sheer power he had no trouble bringing it down. He killed the dog just as we hoped.”
“Wow, this might have worked better than we were expecting.”
“Yes, a little too well.”
“What is wrong?”
“Well after he killed the dog, he went straight for me. He has no respect for us and he doesn’t fear us.”
“That could be a problem, but we can work it out. Just a minor…complication.”
I was sitting in a booth at a McDonalds when it all began. A blank expression rested on my dull face showing my obvious boredom. I occasionally glanced to my left to peer through the reflective window into the play area. A young child was standing on the used cushion of the booth next to mine with the barrier of the wall between us. He was busy knocking his new toy on the glass by my head and smiling with a wide grin that lit up his face.
I checked the clock hanging on the wall. As 5:30pm stared back at me, I thought to myself. ‘Just about thirty-five minutes or so until I have to leave.’ I wasn’t exactly looking forward to playing in the pep band in the basketball game at my high school. I had to be there around 6:30pm, but I always felt comfort in arriving a little early. I was bored as I waited there in the small seat.
Staring down at the empty McNugget box that rested on the table before me, I took a sip of my Coke. The trash that lied in waiting on my tray was beginning to disturb me. Empty barbeque sauce packets filled the empty french fry cartridge, smothering the insides with the little sauce that had been marooned. A few unused napkins had been discarded onto the tray along with the receipt of my order, now covered in the brown goo.
Then, I saw the ketchup…
“That is right. Keep coming. Come to Petra. Bring your people. Take them with you. Bring them. Bring them to Petra. Keep coming. You are almost there. Do not lose faith. Do not lose hope. Bring them. Bring your people to Petra.” The angels voice softly faded away into the depths of my dream as he smiled his sweet, embracing smile and radiated a golden glow that brought joy and tranquility to my soul. The angel waved his arm, bathed in robes of white, as my dream began to ripple like the precious waters of the oasis. Once again my eyes rested on the intricate designs of the rocky temples hidden within the deep valley. The protective, stone buildings that protruded from the canyon walls lay dormant, waiting within their lost location. Waiting with great patience…
Suddenly, my dream was abruptly disturbed as I awakened with deep fear. I had heard a sound. I glanced around at my people huddled together for warmth as they slept through the bitter, desert night. Many were awake as they searched the skies overhead. The same look of solicitude was expressed on their faces, as on mine. They had heard the sound too.
It was noon, and the heat was stifling. As I pulled my kaffiyeh around my head to shield myself from the sun’s rays, I glanced over my shoulder. My people were with me. They were following me to Petra, and they trusted me as their leader. I felt a sense of pride, as if I was needed, as I rode on in the lead. My father rode alongside me with his chin held high. I was bringing great honor to the family.
I have rewritten my story, Revenge, which takes place in Our World. Please tell me if this version is better than the last!
I stared intently into the frightened eyes that stared in reply. The eyes spoke of the deep fear that grew within the Qurk lying on the floor before me. He cowered as he waited for me to bring his life to an end and he shook in solicitude. My chest was heaving from the vigorous fight and sweat dripped from my forehead. My only thoughts were on the Qurk however. I held a stern face with the pride hidden inside me. I gave my victim no information through my facial expressions. I had no facial expressions. My gray eyes were empty as I held the thin blade of my sword against his neck. I was trained to be emotionless.
He slowly began to back away from me, yet I quickly used the tip of my sword to cut into his arm. He roared in pain and humiliation as he instantly grabbed his wound and scowled at me. I smiled as his pain brought me satisfaction. I wanted him to suffer, and I wanted it to last. I held my stance above the alien as I regained my breath.
As I scrutinized the alien’s face, horrible memories began to recur. Memories that I had pushed to the corners of my mind were awakening. Memories…that I had hoped would never return. I lost focus as the dreaded thoughts flashed through my mind. My countenance displayed worry and pain for a moment as I lost myself in my retention. I slightly lowered my weapon before quickly regaining my wits. I was not to let my guard down.
However, the remembrance pursued.
I stared intently into the frightened eyes that stared in reply. My chest was heaving from the vigorous fight and sweat dripped from my hot forehead as I held a stern face. I glared at my victim with pride held within me. I held out my long sword, just rubbing against the Qurk’s neck. He was cowering on the floor before me, backing away from me slowly with his arms behind him. As I studied his face intensely, his eyes spoke of the fear that was held within him. I would recognize his face anywhere. He was the one. I held my stance above the alien as I regained my breath.
I wanted to make this moment last. This revenge was to be sweet.
Standing before the Qurk that I had been tracking for the past two years, memories began to return to me. Memories…that I had hoped would never return.
You’re shrouded in darkness as you walk through a thick forest, curiosity driving you forward. Tall pines loom over you, shielding you from the full moon blessing the world with its faint light and small foliage brushes against your legs. You continue through the woods until you come across a peculiar sight. There’s a strange, unnatural disturbance amongst the trees straight ahead of you. You walk closer and find it to be a strange entry leading underground. You rub your fingers across the cold, gray steel of the double-doors with questions streaming through your mind. Once again, you feel curiosity urging you on. You want to know what this place is. You want to know why it’s here. You want to know what’s inside.
Just two more hours of school, I thought to myself. Just two more hours. I shut my locker door with a metallic slam and was surprised to see a cheerful-looking person standing beside me. With a bright smile on her face, the girl looked happy to see me although I couldn’t remember ever seeing her before. “Hello!” she exclaimed as her cheeks glowed red with happiness. “I’m Lindsey! Who’re you?” The girl stood unusually with her back straight up as if she had a board tied to it and her arms lay to the side with no motion. Her head was held high with a smile that overcame her face. I thought of how odd she stood with so much joy that radiated around her. She looked so…happy.
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