by Lorelai A.

I open my eyes, and as I sit up I see I’m in some sort of laboratory. I see the wires and yank them out of my arm. “What happened?” I ask myself. I can seldom remember previous events that have happened, but all I know is I need to get out of here. I try to think of the fastest way out, when it hits me like a lightbulb flashed super bright: I can grab a chair, smash the window, and jump out. But I’m on the second floor, so maybe use this rope to help me down. I have never thought so fast in my life, almost like a computer has taken over my brain. That’s not possible. Is it? I find myself outside, and as I run out in my hospital gown, I hear sirens going off. People are looking: looking for me. I scatter, and my eyes instantly zoom in on a guard chasing full force at me. I start running, and turn around to put my hands up, when all of a sudden he’s thrusted into the air and he hits the ground hard. I stare in shock. “Di-did I just do that?” I ask myself while looking at my hands and moving my fingers. But before I can fully contemplate what happened, I see more guards running towards me. So I turned back around and ran far away, as the tears got pulled off my face.

Eventually I escape their grasp, and I run into a nearby small thrift store. I didn’t have any money on me, so I just took a random outfit to easily disguise myself, and changed in the bathroom. After I walk out of the stall, I stare at myself in the mirror longingly. With my new leather jacket, and my brand new paper-boy hat and my alarmingly pale face. I rip the tags off, and decide to cut my hair. “Those long locks, and my thick curly hair.” I said. But I reassured myself that this is what needs to be done. I look back into the mirror and see myself, I smirk admiring my new look, and open up the bathroom door to escape through the backdoor. Luckily, the cashier was too busy lighting up a cigarette to even notice me. 

I walk outside and start to walk back home, wishing this was all a dream. But all the while… I am contemplating to myself: How was I able to throw someone? I didn’t even touch them that hard, but my hand had thrown them so far back. I don’t remember being that strong after all. My thoughts… seem more elaborate, and second nature. I am a human. Right? Of course I am. I mean, I do look like one after all. Continue reading Story of Mystery →

By Lorelai A

Running through the forest, I became a speed demon. Shedding the fear, shedding the pain, and running with passion. I hide behind a tree, and I hear a snarl coming from nearby. But I stay calm, and keep quiet, waiting for it to pass swiftly. I take a moment to breathe, as I look down at my torn clothes and see if I can find a near weapon. But right as I lean, the beast gets closer until he’s right above me, an-

“Penny, wakeup” Theresa whisper shouts, whacking my arm off the desk. “Ow!” I cried back. “You fell asleep, again.” She said, “D-did I miss anything?” I whispered to her. “No.” She added. “Well… except for another lecture from Mr. Boring.” We both giggled. “HEY! Quiet down,” he barked, as he whipped his head from the chalkboard to look at us. “And, Ms. Smith, a word with you after class.” “Well, now you’re in trouble.” Theresa looked at me sternly. 

As the bell rang, students got up flooding from their seats, as I slowly rose and walked up to Mr. Borning’s desk. “Penelope,” He says calmly. (God I hate when people call me by my full first name) “Is everything okay? Are you having troubles at home?” “What?” I replied genuinely confused. “Why would you say that?!” “Well…” he added, “It seems that you really have been having a tough time staying awake in my class. It seems like everytime I turn back to look at you, your head is plopped down on the desk.” At this point he looked genuinely concerned. “With most students, I would assume they are just bored of my class, but you are a very intelligent young lady. So I’m not sure if these are some issues I should know about, to help you learn.” I paused for a second, and mustered a smile saying “Nope. I’m okay.” “Okay.” He sneered. “Now go to class.” 

God I hate when teachers confront students, thinking that that’s gonna actually help? Truth be told, I’ve been having these vivid dreams for months. Something that I cannot rid my head of, no matter how hard I try. It all began when I woke up in the middle of the night, in a cold sweat. I was in a lab while my parents were being held captive by a mad scientist and I had to save them from the doctor by sacrificing myself, and there was no other choice. Right as I was about to get a laser beam into my chest, I awoke. 

I started breathing heavily, and my parents came rushing into my room, and I told them what had happened, and that I’ve been having very vivid dreams. That’s when they decided to take me to a psychiatrist, Dr. Dean to help me view my dreams, but it’s all pointless. There is nothing with them, they are just vivid nightmares. Oftentimes I’m running away, in dangerous predicaments, or even at the end of everything. The second I am about to perish, I awake. It’s strange, because I’m in a trance almost, until it breaks the fourth wall. That’s when I catch a glimpse back into reality.

By Ash Ortega                                                 

Serein, born in a very stable and rich humble home, grew up to everything they ever desired, spoiled and pampered. Their parents are wealthy, but their certain business has always been kept a secret from the young child, and as kids grow older curiosity kills the simple child’s mind. Little Serein always wondered why their parents were always absent, they never did realize the reason why they were so pampered with gifts was because their parents lacked physical affection and tried making up for it with expensive gifts a child would adore.

But as Serein grew, the gifts stopped working and they were old enough to realize that their parents filled their pockets up with money and gifts in place of their absence. Yet, with this realization of their parents, they did grow up happily with their chauffeur, Whelve.  Whelve took care of Serein their whole life, in order to keep them happy, despite their lack of physical parental affection. Serein grew up to be loved by everyone near them, in a posh private school their parents put them in, again as another well paid gift. Continue reading Fall of Dew From a Clear Sky →