Crying Out

Crying Out

I wasn’t always like this, alone and untrusting. I used to be friendly and I used to be happy. When I was young, I found the little joy there was in this snowy wasteland. I never complained of my life, and I never looked back. I kept my head up and I looked forward to each coming day. That all has changed now…changed ever since the humans came.

I was born into a loving family with a caring mother and a protective father.

My mother was the sweetest wolf that could ever walk the world for she was kind and gentle. Her patience was her greatest talent, as she kept calm through everything. She never worried about our situations for she knew that we were to get through everything. She knew that we would survive and that something good would always come along no matter how bad it would look at the time. Not only was my mother cheerful, but she was beautiful too. I take after her long, flowing white fur with the touch of sky blue along my stomach, ears, and tail, keeping me warm and comfortable throughout the frigid nights here. My mother had an unusually long mane also, which I have also taken from her, which would wrap around her neck and snug beneath her chin, giving her a “poofy” look. She was not, however, “poofy”. She was very trim, most likely from the small amount of food that lives in this environment, and I often felt worried when she would give me the little bit of food that she had. My mother was always looking out for me and she cared for me just as I did her. I looked up to my mother and I tried my best to be like her, however, I took more after my father.

My father was a strong-willed wolf with medium-length white fur that trimmed around his strong body. He took care of my mother and me very well as he hunted and found shelter for us. He was very courageous and brave, even against humans, and I marveled at his bravery. I am more serious like my father and always think of everything in a situation, including the negatives. Like my father, I often like to be alone and to stroll beneath the starry sky, thinking to myself. My father was very quiet and would often stare into the blaze of a fire for hours, just thinking. He wouldn’t say anything as he stared. He would just think. My father bore silver-tipped ears and tail, most likely giving me my “bracelets” of silver dots along with my silver nose. He was very protective as he loved my mother and I very much, and he would often go days without food, giving the few kills to us. He also put his family before him and I dearly loved him for that.

Together, my family and I lived in a distant snow-filled wasteland. The ground was mainly flat as it stretched for miles in every direction that I could see. I often felt dwarfed as I glanced at the infinite horizons, and the overpowering sky that loomed over. There were no trees or other beauties on this land, just snow. There was however food and my family was nomadic, following the food wherever it traveled. We were constantly moving and we never stayed in one area for long. We never found a place to call home, but the land was my home, and I was thankful.

It was the humans that changed everything in my life.

We were traveling through the blinding snow as it poured down on us. I remember that all I could see was the white of the world as I walked beside my mother, with my head turned to the side and my eyes clenched to avoid the piercing wind, blowing forcefully against my face. My long fur was blowing wildly making it difficult for me to continue. The sun glittered upon each snowflake casting a bright glow upon everything as it began to set below the horizon. The sky was filled with rays of pink, reminding me that night was soon to follow. I love night.

An unnatural, obstreperous sound came to my ears, yet I was unsure of what it was. “Snowmobiles!” my father cried out, alarming my mother and I. “We must go!” He quickly began to scan our surroundings but found that we had nowhere to go. The land was flat and barren for many miles giving us no place of concealment.

“Where are we to go?” my mother asked my father. For once I found a look of fear flash through her loving eyes as she thought of what was to come. “There is nothing here!”

As the horrible sound grew louder, I peered open my light, sky blue eyes to glance ahead. It was the first time that I had seen humans, yet my father had told me of his encounters with them before, warning me to stay away from them. “Humans are very dangerous, Snowfiss. You should never go near them if you see one, especially when they have a machine with them,” he had warned. Memories of when he had described the fearsome creatures to me began to recur. The hum increased in volume as the three humans drew closer. I found that they were on machines, which my father had mentioned as “snowmobiles” and they looked to be heading in our direction. A deep fear rose within me as I watched the treacherous beings draw closer and my heart rate began to increase. I wasn’t sure what to do.

“Run!” my father commanded my mother and me. He turned and valiantly ran up a slight hill of snow giving a final glance to us. “I told you to run!” he barked.

I remember that moment clearly as my father stood upon the hill, waiting and bearing a stern, determined look upon his face. His fur blew about wildly as the wind graced about him, and he kept his ground with a firm, proud stance, challenging the oncoming opponents. He did not look back to us, but kept his gaze focused ahead, preparing as the monsters drew nearer.

“Snowfiss! Come, Snowfiss!” I heard my mother cry out from behind me as she swept me up in her mouth and turned from my father.

I remember crying out for my father as I swung from my mother’s mouth, yet she did not listen. I batted my small paws at the air, calling and yipping as my father kept his back to me. I was too young to understand that he was protecting my mother and me. He was sacrificing himself for us, his family. I watched helplessly as the humans drew closer, the screeching roars almost unbearable to my ears.

Swaying from my mother’s rough bound, I watched as one of the men pulled his arm behind his head, armed with what appeared to be a large club. My father most likely took note of this as well as he flew from his snowy ledge and landed upon the man’s side, digging his claws through his clothing. There was a human yell as blood seeped through the man’s jacket and stained the white paws of my father, who continued to rip and slash at the man. As my father’s back leg hit the machine, turning a piece to the left I noticed the odd contraption turn suddenly, flinging my father from his unsteady position. Quickly bolting from the snow and regaining his stance, I felt a sense of hope spread over me as he lunged upon another man, stealing a ride on his snowmobile.

As the snowmobile that he had just left turned wildly through the snow, I found the driver unable to gain control and was sent crashing into the snow. He grumbled and yelled in his own tongue before glancing around, grasping his bloody side with his gloved hands. Just then he noticed my mother and me running from them and called out to the other humans, currently distracted with my father’s bold actions. I caught him pointing in our direction before snatching up his club and taking off on foot after us.

As the other humans started their machines after us, leaving my father behind, I felt joyful for him before quickly realizing that I was now the one in danger. My father would not have it as he darted across the snow after the machines, his legs swiftly carrying him across the frosted land. Luckily, his great speed enabled him to approach a human and lunge upon his back, nipping at his shoulders and neck. I felt a bit frightened as I witnessed his gleaming fangs tear at the man’s flesh before reappearing in their new, crimson shade. His face was twisted into a ferocious snarl that curled his lips back and wrinkled his nose and brow. Suddenly, I found my father pound into the ground below with a spray of snow as the human he had been attacking struck him with his weapon, sneering with delight.

I yelped in surprise as my mother glanced over her shoulder and turned to go back for my father. Just then, I felt a sharp pain explode throughout my quaint body along with the release of my mother’s soft grip and the new embrace of the cold snow surrounding me. I lay there in the frost with the excruciating pain weakening me each second. Soon, I found that my world had become dark and silent as I drifted from life.

There were stars tonight. I awoke to find the glittering constellations greet me with their mere presence. I felt a new comfort as I lay on my back, even with the frozen blanket covering me causing me to shiver as a slight smile spread across my face before I recalled the events that had just happened. Just then, I jumped to my feet and glanced around. Where was my mother? Where was my father? Were the humans gone? A sudden fear lurched within me as I checked the horizon only to find the dark of sky overhead. Then, I found a small figure ahead of me that caused me to instinctively run up to it. As I drew nearer, I recognized it to be my father, spread across the ground with a light dust of snow covering his fur. His eyes were clenched shut as he lay yet a mist emitted from the contrast of his breath and the air. He was still alive!

I nudged him with my snout to wake him from his slumber, yet there was no movement in response, forcing me to nip at his ear. The slight bit of pain flickered his eyes to blink open as he held up his head to look at me. “Snowfiss?” he asked wearily. “Is that you?” He returned his head to the ground as he gave a fatigued sigh. I watched his silver eyes widen with fear as he slowly began to remember the human attack. “Where is your mother?” he quickly questioned me as he attempted to lift himself from the ground. He moaned as he strained and found that he had not regained enough strength to come to his feet. It was then that I noticed the deep gash that tore into his right shoulder blade, revealing the blood and muscles that his skin had once covered. “Where is your-” he deliriously repeated as the weakness overcame him, driving him to close his eyes once more. “Where is…”

Silence returned to the barren land as my father’s placid breathing returned with his sleep. I felt alone as I sat beside him and decided to curl about his side in the soothing warmth of his fur. The thought of my mother taunted me, yet I felt my drowsy eyes begin to close. I fell asleep there under the night sky with my loving father beside, but I will never live to know what had happened to my mother that evening.

When I awoke the next morning, I found that my father was no longer resting beside me, but was off on the slight hill of snow. I slowly began to approach him with a heavy feeling within my chest. As his nose pointed towards the still darkened sky, I noticed his eyes carrying the sorrowful feeling of guilt and doubt. “Daddy?” I asked as I came up beside him.

“Oh Snowfiss,” he began glancing down from his sight in the skies to my young face. “You surprised me…”

I heard a new sound in his loving voice, one that had never been there before. Buried within the comfort of his words he carried a burden and I could sense it. “Where is Mommy?” I asked him, bewildered of where she could be.

There was no reply from my father as he broke from my glance. He turned his head to the ground as he contemplated his thoughts. I could tell that he was deciding how to tell me the unhappy news. “Your mother,” he began with a sigh, followed by a long pause. He glanced to the brightening sky before continuing. “I don’t know where your mother is, Snowfiss. The humans came, and I was knocked out. I do not know what happened. I don’t know what to do.” I heard his voice crack as he forced it to pass through his tense, dry throat.

Tears began to invade my eyes as I rested my head against my father’s leg. “Will she ever come back?” I asked him.

I felt the tension increase with my question as my father kept silent. I am not sure what he was thinking at the moment, but I know now that my mother never did return. The fur upon my face became matted as the tears emanated from my sorrowful eyes, putting me to sleep with the new thoughts of hatred and depression alive within me.

From that night on, my father and I lived without the loving comfort of my mother. I grew under my father’s guidance to be a young adult although we have been through some rough moments. It was very difficult living without my mother and we both suffered emotionally from the event. I often found my father blaming himself for my mother’s death for he thought that he could have done more to prevent her capture. He has never felt satisfied with himself since then and it has made me worry about him. I do not want him to be that way for he knows that there was nothing else that he could have done, yet I know that he is suffering from the loss of her. He misses her as much as I do and I can feel that from him. Without her here, it feels as if a piece of me has been taken away that I shall never retrieve. I will never know what is to fill that empty space, just what I can collect from my meager memories. My mother is gone…gone forever.

Although my mother was not there with me, I still tried to find the thin ray of hope that pierced through the darkness of our isolation. I helped my father along as he became older and often tried to cheer him up with encouraging words. You wouldn’t know it by looking at me now, but then I was very trusting and hopeful. I hid the revenge and rage that I felt for humans and got through each difficult winter together with my father. He has helped me so much throughout the years, and then I felt that it was my turn to help him.

It was until just recently that I have turned against the world. It was not too long ago when my father left me.

It was one year in which the temperatures had stayed low with longer storms and longer nights. I did not mind so much for my long, overgrown coat kept me warm and I am very fond of nights, but I could see the damage it did to my father. Throughout the gray, hazy days we traveled, following the food, and came to rest more often than before. My father was growing weak and tired, causing my childish worry to return. He was growing sick and I knew that it was serious, yet I did not know what to do.

As we traveled through the blinding snow, following the hunger pains in our stomachs, I constantly glanced behind me to check on my father. I walked ahead of him to cease the wind from him a bit to ease his travels, yet he was not as strong as he had been. It was one day that I glanced behind me to check on my father that I found he had collapsed in the snow, several feet behind me. Suddenly, I darted to his side and looked him over. His coughs came rough and raspy as the frigid air froze the lining of his throat. Ice had accumulated upon his nose and I feared for his sickness. “Father!” I cried out. “Father, you must get up. Come on, you have to get up!” I leaned to press my shoulder against his to help him come to his feet, yet he did not have the strength to continue. “Father, please!” I begged.

As he peered into my sky blue eyes with his own, I saw the weariness within his. They bore down on my soul like the clouds upon the sun, and told me that something was not right. The usual sparkle of his silver eyes had dulled to a gray and they showed the travail that he was currently going through. As he peered into my timorous eyes, I felt his loving warm embrace within his comforting words. “Snowfiss,” he muttered between coughs. His breathing had become choppy and sudden as he wheezed for the oxygen in the thin, frigid air. “Dear Snowfiss, I can not tell you how you have made me feel over these past few years. You have lightened my darkened world and brought joy to my desolate soul. I know that I would not have been able to continue without your help and I appreciate everything you have done for me.” He paused as another storm of coughs came, and I felt the tears beginning to swell within my eyes. I turned my head to hide my woe from him as the snowy ground became blurred. “Please, please do not let this stop you. You are strong Snowfiss, for you have come this far. You can make it through the winters and survive on your own.”

I turned to gaze into my father’s dying eyes with great compassion as he spoke. My tears streamed down the side of my face, yet I did not care. “Father, please!” I begged, not believing what he was speaking. “You can’t leave me!”

“Snowfiss, I know that this will be hard for you, but I must go. I wish I did not have to, but I must. You however must continue on. You cannot leave yet, not yet…” He paused once more as he gave a sigh followed by another series of coughs. “I know you can live strong…find the hope. You always have. I know you can…I love you very much, Snowfiss. I love you.”

As the light faded from my father’s closing eyes I felt as if the light within me had been blown out forever. I could not bear the loss of my mother and the death of my father. What was I to do? Where was I to go? I was all alone…with no one here beside me. I had never been alone before. I felt betrayed, as if my father had chosen to leave me, yet I knew that I was wrong. It was stupid of me to think that, but I was angry. I was angry at the world as it supplied me with nothing. I continued to travel through the fierce winter with the feeling of hatred within my soul. I felt excluded, isolated, and desolate. I had no one there to comfort me any longer and there was no one there for me to love. My family had been taken from me, the only wolves I had ever known. Were there others? Was I the only wolf in the world? Did this snowy wasteland stretch for miles with myself being the only one occupying it? Was this it? As I lived and thrived alone, I had much time to contemplate my thoughts and found myself often doubting everything. What was there to live for? This could not be it!

Months after my father had passed I found that the food supply that I had been hunting had also been diminishing from the treacherous season. I came to rely on an unseen presence as I prayed for a guardian angel to help me. I found comfort in my invisible guardian as I felt its feathered wings shelter me from the world. For a while, I felt a new hope within me, until I realized it to be false, yet I continued to pray. I continued to hope.

There were some days that I felt I could not go on. As the food died out, my body grew slim and fragile, weak from the lack of nutrition. Trudging through blizzards with howling winds pounding against my face, my thoughts often came to death. There were many times in which I thought that I would not make it through, and that it was the end. One day as I felt my emotions bare down on me, I pointed my nose to the dull sky overhead and told the world of my distress and desperation. My howl echoed across the barren land, stretching for what seemed to be miles. As I sang my woeful song, I felt a bit of tension leave throughout it, yet my soul was still bleak. I was severely depressed and had nowhere to go, no one to turn to. The world shunned me from it, leaving me to live in this brisk land filled with shadows and silence.

Suddenly, I heard the patter of footsteps behind me and turned to find a cougar standing before me. There was a slight smile on the short snout of the mountain lion with black bands around them and he stood with a strong, slim, and proud stance, very much like my father. A splash of navy blue streaked down his chest, running down his stomach as it stood out from his short, white fur. His tail bore the same blue tint along with his paws and inner ears and black bands wrapped about his ankles, tipped his ears, and wrapped about his tail once. His navy blue eyes bore the same oppressive look that I am sure mine bore, yet they gave a sense of curiosity. Who was this? After exchanging long, scrutinizing glances, I suddenly remembered my prayers and yelled out, “You have come! My prayers have been answered! Are you here to help? Are you here…from above?”

I felt an unusual smile radiate my face as I waited for a reply as my bright eyes widened with excitement. “I am Airiokko,” the cougar spoke before pausing. He stared down to his paws as he pondered over his thoughts. “I have lived here alone all of my life as my mother was killed by humans when I was young and I have never known my father.” He cleared his throat afterwards and I could tell that he had not spoken for a while.

“You live here?” I asked, astonished. Just then I realized that this was not a miracle as my face returned to its common somber stare. I found myself glancing to the ground before I continued, “I have lived here my entire life also. I too, lost my mother at an early age, yet I do not know if she lives or not. Humans took her away from me, leaving me to live with my father.” I paused with the tremendous recollection that brought back the drastic events from my life. I opened my sparkling eyes, not knowing that I had closed them and moved them directly to the sky overhead. It was so dreary and without life. I longed for night, to see the constellations again and to make out the pictures I saw within them. “M-My father…couldn’t make it through this winter. He-he left me to live alone just a few days ago. I have no one now…” My voice quivered, as a tear broke free from its barrier and soaked into the fur about my eye. There was a burn in my throat as I turned from embarrassment, holding back my tears, and biting my lower lip. I could not let him see me like this. “I am sorry,” I whispered, turning back to Airiokko. Just then, I darted off, my long legs carrying me away from the lupe just as my mother and I had run the day that she was taken. With the empty horizon stretched out before me, I did not think of returning. My mind was clear, my heart determined. Run.

I lived on after the encounter for a few weeks, deeply pondering over the cougar. Who was he? Why hadn’t I seen him before? Where did he go? Many thoughts washed through my mind, taunting me with the fact that I had run from my hope. Inside, I knew that he was my one chance of regaining my happiness, but my soul was hurt. I felt that I could not bring myself to others for they would only be taken from me. I did not want to be hurt again, and if I lived alone, I never would be. Alone… The word stung me as I thought of it. Alone in this silent world shrouded in darkness. I did not want to be alone anymore.

As I traveled through a terrible blizzard one day, I found myself clenching my eyes shut and trudging through the snow that brushed at my knees. My long, white coat fluttered from the tremendous wind as I turned my head from it. I had not eaten for days and I felt my strength weaken to where I could not go forth any longer. Suddenly, my knees buckled as I collapsed in the snow, unable to do anything. I could not move, I could not cry out…I could not go on. The world drifted away as I slowly closed my eyes, the sound of the howling wind fading to silence.

There was nothing all around me…I stood as if in a dream in the vague darkness of destitution with the frigid feeling still about me. I felt uneasy as I frantically began to run, my feet not touching the ground. I was unsure if I was moving at all, but there was a sense of timidity that was alive within me. My eyes grew wide as I panicked, running from my inescapable fate. Where was I going? Why was I here? Where was my home? It was odd that I thought of the snowy wasteland as my home. It had been the only land that I had ever known, yet it tortured me so. It kept me distant from the rest of the world to suffer in my own depression. I had nowhere to go.

I slowly came to a rest, floating there in the shadows of the world and came to realize that I was the only one in this barren world. The chill embraced me as I curled my tail around me, trying to warm myself, yet even my body gave no heat. The world was empty, the world was cold, and the world was silent for I was the only one, and I was to be the only one forever.

Just then, as I thought that no hope remained in the world, I heard a voice. The voice came from the darkness all around me and comforted me with its loving tone. I soon recognized it to be that of my father. “You can live strong, Snowfiss. Find the hope… I know you can.”

As his dying words drifted from me, I cried out to him in desperation. “Father, I am here! Where are you? Father!” I began to run through the desolation once more with my head searching the shadows above me. “Where are you Father?” I repeated. As I came to a stop, the sorrow returned, settling within me as a rock would settle to the bottom of a lake. I was alone once more.

My eyes quickly flashed open as I found myself panting and heaving from fear. It was all but a dream, yet it had felt so real. It had felt as if I was the only wolf here in the darkness of the world. Then, as my nerves calmed and I felt my heart rate returning to normal, I realized that I was no longer out in the treacherous storm. I scrutinized my surroundings and found a radiant fire raging before me as I lay against the side of a rocky wall. I could see the blinding snow from the cave’s entrance of which I sat, and found that I was alone in here. How did I get here? Did somebody- Just then I realized that the cougar I had met earlier must have brought me to his home. Airiokko…why did he leave?

Suddenly, I found my childish fears return as I felt the sharp pain of losing one I loved, and found myself darting out of the cave and into the blinding storm. I ran from the one thing that could cure my woeful heart once more…

As I continued to live, starving from the lack of food, I found that I could not drive Airiokko from my mind. He was the only other creature that I knew and I was extremely curious about him. I secretly wished to meet with him again and hoped that I would not escape from him when I did. I did not want to be alone any longer; I wanted to be with him. I did not understand why the mountain lion would not leave my thoughts, but he was there. He was alive as I thought of him and I found that it would bring a slight smile to my face. What was this rise of happiness that I felt about him?

I decided that I could no longer live in this barren world without the comfort of someone beside me as I traveled to the cave in which I had awoken in. There was a hill that overlooked the cave that I stood upon, watching the entrance intently. With the starry sky glittering above me, I pulled back my head and watched as a figure came forth from the glowing entrance of the rocky structure. Through the snowy veil that separated the two of us, I found that it was Airiokko and stood with a joyful look about my face.

As I could not take the wait any longer, I threw out the fear that kept me from him and ran down the side of the snowy hill. Before approaching him, the memories of the human attack and of my father’s death came to mind striking sadness into my heart once more and reminding me of the pain I would endure if I were to lose him. I stopped a few feet before him and stared into his dark eyes with a childish look. My emotions emitted from my eyes, enabling him to read my thoughts easily.

It surprised me to find a friendly smile spread from his lips and brought tears to my eyes. I buried my face into his chest of navy blue, unsure of exactly why I was crying. Whimpering my emotions out into my new companion, I felt a bit of relief and delight build within me. He placed his head against mine as he whispered into my ear with his calming and soothing voice, “It is alright. You are safe here. You can always trust me.”

As I took in his caring words, I thought over my life, unsure if I would be hurt once more. “Am I really?” I asked him. “Can I…trust you?” I tried to give him my faith and I tried to believe that I could trust him, but it was difficult. I could never go through what I had gone through again.

“Come,” he replied. “Come in where it is warmer.” He turned and walked into his cave, out from the cold and I rested against the rocky wall. I recognized it to be the same spot in which I had awakened. Airiokko released a sigh as he took his spot a few feet from where I lay. The blaze was shedding its warmth upon me as I stared into it with the thoughts echoing through my mind. My tears had ceased, yet my eyes were still soaking in them. I felt a bit embarrassed in front of Airiokko, but I knew that I did not have to worry. My troubles were over.

After talking with him for many hours, I felt myself opening up to him. After sharing our life stories with each other, I learned a great deal about him and felt ashamed of myself for being so sensitive. Airiokko had fallen into a deeper depression than I had, but he had handled it better. Humans had killed his mother right in front of him and he had never known his father. He had grown and survived his entire life without anybody by his side, his taunting nightmares keeping him awake each night. I felt sorry for him as he shared his feelings and felt loved when he told me that I had brightened his world for him.

As I told my story to Airiokko, I felt a new understanding come to me. I may not know if my mother was alive or not, but I could live on the hope. My world was not entirely bitter as I had many good fortunes. I had survived without my mother and had helped my father along. Even after my father’s death I was able to live and go on without him and found another creature who lived here. I survived the long nights and harsh winters and was even rescued when I could not continue. There were good events that happened in my life that gave me hope to continue and I know now that I can with Airiokko by my side.

Since Airiokko has shared his loving feelings for me, I explained how he made me feel. We now help each other get through each day and I love him with all of the love in my heart. I am very delighted that he is here with me and thankful that he is the one that lives in this barren world with me, for if it wasn’t for him, I probably wouldn’t be here.

The sun was brightly shining through the clear glass of the window, beaming brightly across Martin’s shoulder as he sat in his usual chair, at his usual time, on a usual Sunday afternoon, just after he had eaten his usual breakfast. Martin was not a man of any interest as he went about his common routine. On this day, he had just finished eating his breakfast and had seated himself within the plushy armchair of no color, at which he would sit every cheery Sunday afternoon. Reaching to the small, wooden side table that rested at his side, he pulled the latest newspaper from the pile and unfolded it out before him. As he sat comfortably under the luminescence of the sun, he felt comforted within the heat that warmed him and quietly caught up on the latest news. He felt as if he was in total control as he reigned over his house and enjoyed his day.

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The administrator of the writing club, Magic Pens, that I am in, created a story prompt to motivate us to write. Basically, we were at a meeting and read some of our stories on stage in front of everybody. Afterwards, our stories came alive and started attacking us. He wrote about where each person was afterwards and what state they were in, and I have matched them up in my story pretty well. We each had our own versions of what happened, and here is mine…

I nervously began to walk up the few stairs of the stage clenching my story within my hands. Walking to the small podium that was erected before the audience of Magic Penians, I felt a timid shake overcome me for a second. I had never actually read my story before an actual audience before, yet I was ready for the new challenge. I gave a faint, weak smile before reading the first few words of my rewrite. “Running through the early morning moistness of the Mathurin Forest that enveloped her quaint home in obscuration, a young girl of ten brushed through the rough branches that tore at her soft-featured face.” After a few minutes of reading my Horse from the Woods story, I began to feel more confident as I began to twitch less often and become more steady and fluent with my words. Before I knew it, I was leaving the stage with applause from the crowd and taking my seat in the first row.

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This is my attempt at Matt’s Contest 01, including the bonus no-vowel sentence.

Where was I?

Suddenly, I came to and repeatedly blinked my eyes, clearing my mind of the thick fog that hazed over my thoughts. I shook my head as my eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light that the moon gave from overhead. There was a crisp nip in the air that made me shiver in my cold, metal armor, yet I stood tall and still as I had been trained to. The night sky was painted deep blue with stars littering the sky alongside the moon, emitting the vague sliver of silver light spilling across the grass upon which I stood.

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Here is a story that I wrote when I was eight years old that was actually inspired by the book, Hatchet by Gary Paulsen which I read in second grade. Please note that I have not run this through Spell Check and have purposely left in all of the grammar and spelling mistakes to show you how much I have improved in the last six years of my life. Each page of this story was complete with illustrations, but I am just going to leave those out.

It was a beautiful sight. The dolphins were jumping in and out of the ocean. Nine year old Zed, was watching them sway through the ocean by the large boat. He was going to Hawaii for vacation. He was just relaxing in his chair staring over the boat watching the dolphins. He was enjoying his trip so far. One day a terrible storm rose.

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These very words may mean nothing to you, but to me, they are my life. To me, these words are who I am. These words are my story…

The first look that I took upon the Earth was upon the beautiful night stars overhead. As I breathed in the nippy air that chilled my throat as it passed by and lined the inside of my lungs with a thin layer of ice, stinging my insides and making it difficult for me to breath, I stared with growing wonder at the blinking lights shining their little light along with the bright, full moon. I gasped and choked for the stiff air to enter, and found it difficult to adapt. Where was I?

After I grew used to the chill surrounding me and seeping into my lungs, I began to relax a bit and observe my surroundings. I was lying in a soft, white substance that soaked into my white fur, making me tremble and shake from the cold. The land around me was flat as far as my dark navy blue eyes could see and covered in the powdery white substance that I would later learn to be snow. The sky loomed overhead with billions of stars visible in the clearness. The snowy wasteland truly was beautiful, however there was nothing here.

The land seemed to run for miles without any sign of life besides one lupess resting beside me. I turned to glance to my mother who smiled back with deep love and affection reflecting from her light blue eyes. A shrill wind blew past my unprotected body causing me to quickly waddle up to my mother and snuggle into her warm chest fur. She wrapped her large, fluffy tail around me to shield me from the fierce wind, as she comforted me with soft hums. I lay there listening to the soft, rhythmic tones of her heartbeats and slowly felt my eyes fall. I gave a yawn just before falling into a deep slumber in the warmth enveloping me.

I awoke with a thud as I was slammed into a strange, dark, new area. I blinked with confusion as I waited for my eyes to adjust to the dim light. I heard harsh footsteps leave what sounded to be like a long hallway. I checked my new area and found a metal floor and ceiling connected with metal bars. I was in a cage. I had just enough room to sit and lie while keeping my head below my shoulders, making me feel very uncomfortable. As I awakened more, I noticed that there were many cages around me, all filled with howling lupes. Some slept from boredom while others chose to scratch frantically at the steel that held them prisoner.

Suddenly remembering my mother, I searched for her, only to realize that there were only lupe pups in this room. Feeling the loss of the only family that I knew, I quietly sprawled out against the cold, metal floor, longing to be released. As I thought in silence, I began to grow inquisitive. I wanted to get out of my prison and to explore the world, yet I was forcefully held here. I began to wonder about the other young lupes held here. How long had they been here, and why were they here? Why was I here?

As the sorrowful thoughts invaded my mind, I too joined the lupes by pulling my head back and howling out to the desolate world. As I sang my lupe song, I shared my feelings to the world. I told of my woe, and of my thirst for knowledge. I called out for my mother through my howl and pleaded for help. Just then, there was a sound of rushing footsteps through the darkened hallway. I jumped back against the back wall of my cage as a wooden stick was thrust at me, cowering in fear until I noticed that a man had begun to laugh at my fear. It was then that I grew a deep resentment towards the man with the stick.

Later, when the sun had risen and shed its light through the single window that floated high on the wall, a single fish was placed in a round, metal food bowl that rested in my cage. Starving, I ate my first meal, finally testing out my sharp teeth and filling my tiny stomach to comfort me to sleep. My sleep was deep as I rested through the day until night had just fallen. As I opened my navy eyes, I felt a strange presence in the room. I strained to see through the thick blanket of darkness but saw only what the stars allowed me to through the quaint window into the world. Something was different, I thought as I shivered from the cold wind. I then noticed that the window was opened, allowing the piercing wind to penetrate through my young fur. Someone was in here…

I twitched my ears to catch the sounds that traveled through the long, hollow room and noticed that a lone lupe pup had not gotten to sleep yet as he whimpered within his cage. A breeze suddenly blew past my cage as I heard the patter of paws on the tiled floor. The feet traveled lightly and quickly before stopping before my cage. My prison was then plucked from the ground and began to sway from side to side as I was carried from the top of one cage to another, awakening their contents. With the hallway echoing with lupe howls, I was tossed out the window into the soft snow before being plucked up once more and swept away.

Finally turning in my confined area, I saw that it was my mother who carried my cage within her mouth by the handle on the top. She took quick, light steps through the snow as she returned home with me. Knowing that I was safe within the protection of my mother, I yawned before taking a final look at the night sky.

There was a metal-sounding crash as I was awoken with a jolt. I shook myself awake to find my mother standing over my cage. It had been smashed open, allowing her to pick me up within the gentle grasp of her jaws and to place me beside her. Her soft, angelic voice soothed and calmed me as she spoke to me for the first time. “It is all right. You are safe now…Airiokko.” It had been the first time I had ever heard my name, but it would be the last time I would hear it from my mother’s reassuring voice. I rested against her soft, white fur in the happiest moment of my life, before it was drastically changed.

There was a loud roar coming from the empty distance that sounded unnatural. “Humanst…” my mother growled as I witnessed the fur on the back of her neck stand on end. “Come, we must go now.” Soon, my mother and I were dashing through the snow as a loud, metallic whirring sounded closer behind us. As I turned to peer over my shoulder, I noticed the man with the stick that had mocked at me earlier was now riding on a human-made vehicle. He drove his large snowmobile after my mother and me as we ran for our lives through the newly fallen snow. I stumbled awkwardly after my mother, trying to keep up with her speed, but quickly fell behind, as I had not learned to walk on snow yet. I saw the worry in my mother’s soft eyes as she turned to fling me from the snow into her mouth, before darting off again.

We came across a large hill of snow as my mother leaped into it, hoping not to be found. She released me as she covered our hole with snow, sweeping with her large, bushy tail, then we waited in obscuration. It seemed to take hours before the terrible sound came to halt, followed by the crunching of the man’s boots in the frost. The footsteps drew closer to our concealment as my mother whispered, “Too close…He’s too close. He knows where we are. He knows!”

I could feel trembling emitting from my mother’s body and was unsure if it was from the temperature, the fear, or her anger. “Stay here,” she whispered to me as she gave a slight grin, intently staring into my worried eyes. “I will be back!” With my mother’s remark, I watched as she launched herself with her skinny back legs through the pile of snow onto the man’s covered back. Peering through the opening of the hill that my mother had created, I was terrified as I saw her slash and tear at the man’s green parka. Her lips were pulled back into an evil snarl as she exposed her sharp claws and dug them into the man’s flesh. Scraps of human fabric were thrown about the ground, along with specks of red blood that stained the beautiful white of the snow. My mother jabbed her teeth into the human’s neck, causing him to scream from pain, and created immense wounds that appeared about his exposed back. The man’s skin was scarred and red with blood as he panted with exhaustion.

I noticed the fatigue of my mother as she weakened the grip she held with her claws in the man’s back. The human took advantage of this opportunity and brought his club down forcefully on my mother’s delicate back. There were sickening cracks as my mother yelped in pain from the blow and fell to the ground. I choked from fear and watched helplessly. The man struck my mother repeatedly before releasing his anger and standing upright and loosening his shoulders. He noticed that there was no more movement coming from the female lupess and rubbed his hand across his upper lip, wiping the blood from his face. “Stupid animal…” I heard him mutter under his breath before turning around.

The man began to walk away from my mother’s body before I heard a low rumble. My mother was alive! Shocked and terrified, the man quickly turned with his club armed and ready. As he turned, my mother had jumped with all the strength remaining in her body and had fiercely bitten into the man’s throat. As club met lupe and lupe met man, blood was shed across the ground with two screams of death.

I cried aloud and jumped from my veil as I ran up to my mother’s body. Turning away from the dead human whose neck had been ripped open, I approached my mother. Her body lay still and her eyes remained closed. “Mother?” I choked. “Mother, are you there?” I curled up against the warm fur of her chest only to feel the stillness of death. There were no soothing heartbeats. There were no soft breaths. My mother’s body lay limp in the snow as I cried out in sorrow. My only family was gone, stolen by cruel humans and I was left here to suffer. I quietly rested there in the comfort of my mother’s body heat until it slowly began to fade away into the bleakness of the winter.

Along with my mother, my soul disappeared from life. I fell into a deep depression that consumed over me and dragged on my mind. I wandered through the desolate snowy wasteland only to find that I could not escape the miles of nothing. My mind was filled with dreadful memories of my mother’s last fight, memories of the human killing my mother and beating her until she could not move. My nightmares kept me awake throughout the night, leaving me to the only company of the stars. I was alone in this dreadful, dark, sorrowful world filled with pain and confusion. My thoughts often mixed with emotions and questions that I could never answer. I lived with the guilt knowing that my mother gave her life to protect my own, and that she valiantly fought to give me a chance. I was forced to live without her, and turned to trust on instinct alone. I had no one there with me. I had no home, no love, no family. I was alone in the darkness and silence of the world.

As I grew, I learned from instincts alone. I found a lone rocky cave that provided shelter for me, and I had learned to hunt and survive on my own. The weather constantly provided me with new challenges to overcome, and I always kept my determination up. I became a strong, slim lupe who was able to survive in any condition the world could throw out at me. I was tough, and I was strong-willed. I lived through blizzards, harsh storms, and lack of food. I survived…without my mother.

It was then, that I thought that I was to live alone for the rest of my life, when she appeared…

The storms had grown tremendously worse one year, with decreasing temperatures, increasing blizzards, and longer, more frigid nights. The long night hours that I lay awake, troubled from disturbing nightmares, I could feel the depression bear down on me more than ever before. The days were very short with little sunlight, and gray, cloudy days. There seemed to be a haze over the entire world as I fought through my emotions alone.

It was one day while hunting that I first met her.

There was a sound that seemed to drift past me on the sharp wind. A low howl caught my ears for a second before dying out in the distance. It was far away, but it was there! Suddenly, my hopes returned to me as I began to run towards the distant sound that I had heard. My muscles worked together as they carried my body smoothly over the land, and my heart began to pump with a livelier beat than before. I could feel the hot blood pump through my veins with new life and new hope. My lungs demanded oxygen to supply to my blood to carry over my body as I ran and I panted as I gasped and choked through the frigid air. The cold breaths lined my lungs with ice, bringing me pain, however I pursued with an unusual grin on my face.

I remember the moment as clear as ever. It was one of my first and only joyful moments of my life as I was filled with new hope. I wanted something good. I wanted my life to change. I wanted to rid of the distress and darkness from my life. What if it was a good thing? What if it was a miracle?

As I continued on, the shape of a lupe began to form ahead in the distance. My slight grin grew to a radiant smile as I stared at the lupe ahead of me. Who was he? Why was he here?

Suddenly, the lupe turned as it heard me approach, and I was surprised to see that it was a lupess. She was the color of snow, yet her stomach, tips of ears, and tip of her tail were the color of a clear sky. There were silver dots that rested in a beautiful pattern below her eye, separated the light blue from the white of her tail, and one dot on the tip of each ear. Her wrists were decorated with “bracelets” of the silver dots, and her cheeks were a beautiful display of silver. In the middle of her forehead rested a large silver oval surrounded by one silver curved line on each side of the design. I stared into her eyes, the color of water with a light ring of silver accenting the rim of her iris. Her fur was thick and luscious as it form-fitted to her slim body, yet gave depth and warmth. Her coat was thick and fluffy, yet curved with her body, making her the most beautiful lupe that I had ever seen. Through her exquisiteness however her clear blue eyes showed her sorrowful emotions. I could easily tell that she had had as rough a life as I had, and that she too was searching for hope.

We took long glances at each other before she finally spoke, her voice the sound of a gentle breeze, “You have come! My prayers have been answered! Are you here to help? Are you here…from above?”

I noticed the delightful look about her face as her eyes widened and her face lit up before I answered. “I am Airiokko.” I paused, not knowing how to continue. I stared down to my navy blue paws before nervously continuing. “I have lived here alone all my life as my mother was killed by humans when I was young and I have never known my father.” I cleared my raspy throat as it awakened from its dormant sleep, happy to be speaking from such a long time of loneliness. I had not spoken much since my childhood.

“You live here?” she asked, her face instantly returning to its worried and hurt look. She too glanced at her paws and closed her sparkling eyes. “I have lived here my entire life also. I too, lost my mother at an early age, yet I do not know if she lives or not. Humans took her away from me, leaving me to live with my father.” She paused as she reopened her eyes and stared up to the cloudy sky overhead. “M-My father…couldn’t make it through this winter. He-he left me to live alone just a few days ago. I have no one now…” Her voice quivered as I could hear the raspiness of her throat from not being used for so long. A tear escaped from her eye as it soaked into the fur of her face, yet I could tell that she was drastically trying to fight it. She bit her lower lip before turning her back to me. “I am sorry,” I heard her whisper just before she ran off into the empty horizon ahead.

For a moment, I stood dazed and bewildered of what had just happened. Suddenly, I regained my wits and began to chase after the lupess although she was already gone. “Wait!” I called out. “Where are you going?” It was too late, for she was gone.

I went on with my life and pushed the mystery of the lupess to the back of my troubled mind. Every now and then, the memory would reoccur, and I would ponder over it in deep thought, but could never come up with a logical answer for why she would run off. I knew that she had gone through some troublesome times, just as I had; yet she fled from hope. She left from the only chance of happiness that came across her path. Perhaps it was just that she was troubled and fearful, and that she found it difficult to trust me. It was possible that the sadness and woe had broken her spirit and crushed her hopes and dreams enough to cause her to run from life. Her world was in more darkness than mine…

About a month later, I met with the lupess again.

As I stepped out from my cave one dark, starry night when sleep would not find me, I noticed an odd shape in the distance. Ignoring the fierce snow that blew against my face and tore at my eyes, I quickly ran up to the odd form and was shocked to see that it was the lupess and that she had fallen in the snow. Recollections of when my mother was sprawled across the snow, unmoving, and not breathing came into my mind at the fearful sight. Was she alive? I quickly laid my black-tipped ear upon her chest as I listened for a heartbeat. It was there, but it was faint and sounded as if it could fade at any moment and her breaths came quietly and rigidly as she sprawled helplessly across the ice and snow. I knew that I had to help the lupe as I crouched onto my forelegs and dug my head under her stomach, flipping her over my strong back.

I powerfully returned to my cave with the lupess on my back, with the wind, rather than against it, and had the lupess lying beside a warm, raging fire, out of the snow and ice in a few minutes. Making sure that she was comfortable and safe, I took my side of the cave, lying out against the wall and staring into the fire. I was waiting for the lupess to awaken when I realized how skinny she had become since the last time I had seen her. Her thick fur hung loosely from her bones as her back hips clearly showed through the skin. Her muscles and fat had been eaten away, and she needed nutrients. I decided to hunt to get some food for her to eat, hoping to surprise her when she awoke.

As I returned from my hunt with a fresh kill for the lupe, I was surprised to see my cave empty. There was no sign of the lupess and the snow had quickly covered her tracks outside. She had left the fire banked to keep it burning longer, but had not left any sign of where she had traveled. Once again, she was gone.

Once again, I tried to make sense of her fleeing only to come across the same conclusions. As I thought more and more of the lupess, I began to realize how much I had come to care for her. I was terrified when she had fallen, and I had hoped that she would make it through all right. Now as she constantly came across my mind, I noticed that a smile would also follow. I felt a new awakening in myself ever since the first encounter with her. My hope had returned, and I felt a purpose to live. I felt that she needed me and that I could help her whenever she needed. I knew that she could not survive on her own, and I hoped that I would meet with her again soon. My depression had not been so consuming, and I had easily been able to control it. I felt as if I was a new lupe, and I was glad to know that there was someone other than me in this world. I no longer felt alone or lost in the frigid darkness of depression.

My hopes came true as I heard a soft howl in the distance when resting in my cave. As I left the comfort of the warm, blazing fire, I stood out in the blowing snow, squinting into the distance. It was then that I saw her upon a snow-covered hill directly ahead of me. She stood with her long, thick fur blowing in the harsh wind and the snow covering her in a veil of white. She began to run down the hill towards me with a smile on her face. As she reached me, she stopped a few feet away and stared into my dark eyes with a sorrowful look of worry and dismay. A reassuring smile came about my face as my eyes reflected a friendly glow.

Suddenly, she ran against me and buried her face into the navy blue of my chest. I could hear her cry and whimper, most likely from relief and delight. I felt her whimper against me as I looked down upon her head. I laid my head upon hers and whispered in her ear. “It is alright. You are safe here. You can always trust me.”

Upon hearing my words, the lupess gave a final cry before glancing up at me. “Am I really?” she asked me. “Can I…trust you?” There was a slight look of disbelief and disappointment in her eyes as she tried to have faith in me. I could tell that she wanted to trust me, but she felt that the world had turned its back on her and that she was to be alone for the rest of her life.

“Come,” I answered. “Come in where it is warmer.” I led her into my cave as she rested against the wall by the fire. I took my spot a few feet away from her and released a deep sigh of stress. Tears were no longer shed from the lupe’s eyes, however they still danced along their edges. I was able to see the fire’s flickering reflection in the sparkles of her tears as she stared into the blaze with deep thought.

After she had finally felt comfortable enough to speak with me and to share her feelings, we became great friends. I learned that her name was Snowfiss and that she was distraught with the mystery of whether or not her mother was alive, and saddened with the death of her father. She feared of putting her trust in others and still has not completely opened up to me, however she has decided to live with me for she could not survive without her father. Unlike me, she was not able to adjust easily to her situation when her guardian died, and she realized that she would not be alive had it not been for me.

After finding out about Snowfiss, learning of her life and her past, we have spent a great deal of time together. My feelings for her have grown and she has told me that she too shares the same feelings for me as I do for her. We realized that we had both gone through troublesome times and that we had both fallen into gloomy depressions, however we held together through our strong love for each other. Without Snowfiss in my life, I would not see any reason for living, for she has awakened my spirit and revived my hopes and dreams. Together, we can get through anything.

This month’s Tandy was:
A man tries to hold up a Burger King but just then a bus full of band students arrives to order food. The burgler has to pretend to be a manager to avoid being caught. Eventually, he is trapped in the freezer.

As the dull wheat-covered land of North Dakota met with my bored eyes, I released a deep sigh and glanced down to the flute case resting in my lap. My body was vigorously shaken as the school bus traveled across the bumpy roads, hitting my knees against the hard plastic. I was tired after playing in the parade, and was ready to go back home, yet my stomach quickly reminded me of my hunger. I took another long glance to the desolate land hidden from the dust-covered window and wondered who would build a Burger King out in the middle of nowhere.

After pushing my instrument to rest on the seat beside me, I turned my body to place my feet in the aisle. “I can’t wait until we get there,” I told my friend, Hannah, who was seated in the next seat over.

“Yeah, I know,” she replied with a slight smile. “Ughh, I am so bored!” With her knees propped up against the back of the seat in front of her, she returned to her usual thinking.

I glanced behind me to Bret, who was listening to his CD player, then to the seat behind Hannah where Jared was speaking with Alex. Afterwards, I turned into my seat and stared at the case by my side for a while. For some reason, I never feel like playing video games when I am on a long road trip. Flipping my notebook open, I decided to draw and write some story ideas. Wearing my awkward maroon and gold band uniform made it difficult for me to concentrate however as I fidgeted with the unusual clothing.

Soon, the bus began to slow as my classmates began to wake and stir. Mrs. Feldner, our band teacher and conductor, appeared at the front of the long aisle between the seats. “Okay, we will be here for about an hour so stay in the building and behave yourselves. You will stay with us and be on your best behavior. Remember, you are representing Central Campus.” With her statement, she left the bus as her students followed after her. I waited for my friend to go before me, and then thanked the bus driver as I left as I always do. Stepping onto the dry, dusty ground, I followed the line into the lone restaurant, pondering over how much business it actually received daily.

Many students filled the tiny Burger King, making me feel very nervous and claustrophobic. I shuddered as I stood behind Hannah. I noticed that there were few booths along a window-lined wall and some tables floating in the middle of the small building. I noticed a single employee standing before a cash register with an interesting Burger King mask on. He looked like “The King” from the commercials, and made me laugh. Hannah turned to me, “What’s so funny?”

I pointed to the man at the cash register. “Look at that guy!” I silently whispered. “Why is he wearing that?”

She looked to where I had pointed before laughing with a shrug.

As I continued to observe my surroundings, I noticed that there weren’t any workers cooking in the back area. The building was empty besides the masked man and us. I found this odd, but pushed it to the back of my mind as I came to the conclusion that they did not get many customers very often. After the first students had ordered their food, moved to the side, and let the line advance, I realized that the man at the cash register was the only employee here at the moment, and that it would be a while until we actually received our orders.

After Hannah and I had placed our orders, we moved over to stand alongside the wall, still bored without anything to say. I watched the masked man run into the back area after Mrs. Feldner, the bus driver, and Ms. Kephart, the student teacher, placed their orders. I watched him intently until he disappeared from my view. I often received bad feelings about random people that I see in public, as I am a little paranoid, and was not surprised to feel the strange feeling consume me.

I sighed with exasperation as I leaned against the wall and heard the adults talking amongst themselves. “You know, it is a little strange that there is only one employee here,” began Mrs. Feldner. “I take the kids here every year, and there has never been just one employee.”

“Yeah, I think that is a little strange, ” replied Ms. Kephart with a sense of suspicion in her voice.

“Ughh, how long is this going to take?” Hannah groaned.

I turned away from the teachers and answered, “I don’t know, but I am getting a strange feeling about that guy.”

“That guy with the mask? Yeah, me too.”

“I don’t know…it just seems weird to only have one worker here. Also, why is he wearing that retarded mask?”

Once again, as I concentrated on the voices around me, I heard another conversation, this time between a couple of guys standing near us. “Dude, what is up with that guy and the stupid plastic face?”

There were some smirks and snickers before another person added on. “Hey, I dare you to go sneak into the back area. He would never know! It’s just one person.”

I watched from the corner of my eye as one percussionist slipped behind the counter without the teacher’s notice and disappeared behind the wall. As my curiosity about the peculiar masked man rose, I began to wonder why nobody was cooking our food. We had been waiting for ten minutes now, and I didn’t see anybody even enter the kitchen area. What was the masked man doing back there?

Soon, I heard a yell from the back area before the masked man dragged the percussionist back to the front. “What were you doing back there?! Only employees are allowed back there!”

As he released the boy’s uniform collar, Mrs. Feldner approached the single employee. “Excuse me,” I heard her say. “Where is our food? Why isn’t anyone cooking our food? I need to speak to your manager.” I was inquisitive on how Mrs. Feldner was able to look directly into the large, plastic mask while keeping a straight face, yet she bore a twisted look of anger.

“Ma’am, I am the manager. Your food will be out shortly.” The man quickly disappeared behind the back wall once more before our teacher could even reply, adding to the mystery.

“Hey, Broono,” I heard Jared call from behind me. “Did you hear? That guy with “The King” mask isn’t doing anything back there!”


“Yeah, that guy just told me that when he was back there, he found the man just digging through a desk in the back. What is he doing?”

“I don’t know,” I answered with a confused look about my countenance. “Something isn’t right.”

“I am going to sue if I don’t get my burger!” an abrupt voice yelled out, bringing all the voices to a stop. The building was silent as everybody stared at the trumpet player who had yelled out the remark. His face grew bright red with embarrassment, before I realized that the “manager” was not coming out from his concealment. Any manager would come out from a comment like that. The silence still lingered over until Mrs. Feldner and her student teacher decided to speak to the “manager” once more.

I waited beside my friends, with the persistent, paranoid feeling still nagging at my mind. I knew something wasn’t right, but I didn’t know what to do. I could sense that the others knew that something was wrong also as they shifted their eyes and looked about constantly. After minutes of waiting on our teachers, a few of the boys decided to sneak to the back again.

“Where is our food?” I heard from beside me.

“What is taking so long?”

“What is going on?”

“Why don’t we just leave?”

“I want my money back!”

My peers began to grow annoyed and agitated with the situation before we heard muffled screams followed by a large thud. I glanced to Hannah with a sense of fear emerging from my dark eyes, and could see the same from hers. There was a crash as something hit the floor, and a man’s yell, filled with fury.

The bus driver instantly rose from where he was seated and ran to the back area of the Burger King. What was going on?

“Everyone! Hey everybody!” I saw the percussionist from earlier run from behind the wall, flailing his arms above his head. “Mrs. Feldner and Ms. Kephart are gone! There isn’t anybody back there, but that guy with the mask!” There were a few cheers until everyone realized what the boy was saying.

Suddenly, the bus driver’s voice was heard as a low groan emitted from the secret area. It sounded as if he was in pain. It sounded as if he was in trouble… A few girls around me screamed as the masked man, with the giant, plastic face of “The King” ran around the corner before the cash register. Without even glancing at the teenagers surrounding him, he began to pound on the machine with great force and resentment. I found it odd that the register was open when we had come in, and he was able to take our orders, but was unable to open the machine now.

In a flash, the strange man darted back to his obscuration before we heard a creak and a furious voice. “Where is the key? Which one of you has the key?!”

“Thief!” I heard someone yell out as many students swarmed to the back area. Hannah and I followed, dazed along with the rest of the members of the band as we charged into the destroyed room. There was a desk lying on the ground with papers skewed about the tiled floor along with open filing cabinets and folders. The man had been searching for something.

“Where is that key?!” He was searching for the key to the cash register. This man really was a thief! As we discovered the giant, plastic head by a large, open, metal door, we charged at him with immense force due to our great numbers. It was a blur as people surrounded me, yet I could make out the man falling into the room with the open door with a low grunt. We peered in and noticed about four employees along with our two teachers and our bus driver, weakly lying against the cold floor of the freezer as the violent man had thrown them in. There were screams coming from the corner of the large, walk-in freezer as I noticed that the masked man’s disguise had gotten him stuck between two racks of frozen patties, the painted face of “The King” still radiating its bright smile.

We quickly led the weakened and frightened employees out of their frozen prison with our teachers escaping behind them before closing the door in on the thief. The actual manager of the Burger King called the police and we finally received our meals after much anticipation. By then, we were all hungry, and did not mind that we received our money back along with our food.

Oh, what the Central Campus Crier would say after this band trip!

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…

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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