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Scared, Revision

Sep8

I decided to write a short story based on one of my ZOOMING IN entries.

In a humble home, on the upper east side of Manhattan, Jenn, a teenage girl, was running up the phone bill, talking to her best friend, Jill.”So anyway, he said that and I’m like, oh my gosh, like did you really just ask me that? Johnny is so clueless.” The lights flickered and the phone connection crackled, “Mum! What was that noise?… MUM?!”
Becoming annoyed at her non-responding mother, Jenn, still on the phone, decided to walk down to her mothers room and demand an explanation for why she was being ignored, but when she stepped out of her doorway, an icy breeze brushed past her shoulder. “I’ll call you back Jill.” She set the phone down and looked around the hallway. “Frank, if you’re trying to scare me, knock it off.” Frank was her little brother, he was 9, and always trying to prank her because she forget his birthday 4 years in a row.
The phone, on its stand next to the light, started making loud crackling noises in short outbursts every second. “Frank! It’s not working,” she banged on the door hard, it’s hinges creaking,” come out here right now! Frank!” She stood even closer and knocked harder.

Just behind her, icy fingers softly grazed her neck, sending chills down her spine, causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand up. “You’ve gone too far! Let me in!”
The phone line crackled again, but this time, more vigorously. Only a second after, the yellow lamp (the only lamp in the hallway) started shaking on the table, it shook so much that it fell on the ground, shattering to pieces.
She opened a draw and fumbled around for a flashlight and two double AA batteries. Swiftly, the batteries slid into the slot.
The torch clicked on, and she saw a shadow- but it wasn’t hers, it had long pointy fingernails, a long black robe, and no hair.

Even though she knew that she shouldn’t walk any closer, Jenn seemed to be pulled into a trance the shadow had put on her from around the corner, she just had to know what was back there. Her heart remained stable and hypnotized. The frozen fingers clasped the width of her neck and started to squeeze until she screamed and her ears started ringing.
With the most forceful tug, she managed to release the grip from the dark silhouette. Her left foot tripped over the right one, resulting in her stumbling into, and pushing open, her brothers door, where she ran to close the door behind her.

Heart rate slowing, she turned around… but she shouldn’t have. Her brother lay in his bed, looking peaceful. Then Jenn blinked and looked again, the figure had poised a knife above Franks temple. Then- in slow motion, she ran towards the figure and pushed him out of the window, which was cracked open, letting in a icy breeze. Still, she had not completely succeeded, the knife had rammed into the center of her silk pajamas, she then fell on her brothers red sheets, the last thing she said was, “happy birthday” 4 times.

Scared *DO NOT READ IN THE DARK OR ALONE*

Mar5

I decided to write a short story based on one of my ZOOMING IN entries.

The yellow lights flickered above Jenn’s head. Probably just the automatic sprinklers, they come on every night at 10:03, trying to water the bone dry ground. Jenn, the oldest child of the house, was on the phone to her best friend, Jill, “So anyway, he said that and I’m like, oh my gosh, like did you really just ask me to do that? Johnny is so clueless.” The lights flickered again, and the phone connection crackled, “Mum! I don’t think we need to water the grass! It’s not going to help!” No reply.
Still on the phone, Jenn decided to walk down to her mothers room and aggravate her more, but when she stepped out of her doorway, an icy breeze brushed past her shoulder. “I’ll call you back Jill.” She set the phone down and looked around the hallway. “H-hello? Frank, if you’re trying to scare me, knock it off.” Frank was her little brother, he was 9, and always trying to prank her because she was 4 years older than him. The phone, on its stand next to the light, started making loud crackling noises in short outbursts every second. “Frank! It’s not working! Come out here right now!” She knocked on his door that was covered in superhero merchandise. “Frank!” She stood even closer and knocked harder. Just behind her, icy fingers softly grazed her neck. “You’ve gone too far! Let me in!”
The phone line crackled again, but this time, more vigorously. A split second later, the yellow lamp started shaking on the table, it shook so much that the only light source in the middle of the dark hallway- went out.
Remembering that there was a flash light in the tables long draw, she opened it and fumbled around for the flashlight and two double AA batteries. Swiftly, the batteries slid into the slot.
The torch clicked on, she saw a shadow- but it wasn’t hers.

In a second, Jenn seemed to be pulled into a trance and walk closer to the shadow from around the corner, she did not know what she was doing. Her heart remained stable and hypnotized. The frozen fingers clasped the width of her neck and started to squeeze until she screamed and her ears started ringing.
With the most forceful tug, she managed to release the grip from the dark silhouette. Her left foot tripped over the right one, resulting in her stumbling into, and pushing open, her brothers door, where she ran to close the door behind her.

Heart rate slowing, she turned around- but she shouldn’t have. Her brother lied in his bed, looking peaceful. Then Jenn blinked and looked again, the figure had poised a knife above Franks temple. Then- in slow motion, she ran towards the figure and pushed him out of the window, which was cracked open, letting in a icy breeze. Still, she had not completely succeeded, the knife had rammed into the center of her silk pajamas, she then died on her brothers red sheets. Fortunately, the silhouette had not survived the fall from the 3 story window.

Surprise

Feb7

“Surprise!!” Everyone yelled from their hiding places. Amy looked shocked even though she had known about her party for over three months now.
Her parents spoke loudly on the phone when Amy was just in the next room, “so I was thinking that for her birthday party, we should get chocolate cake- it’s her favorite.” By that time, she was rolling her eyes in disgust, chocolate was her least favorite flavor in the whole wide world. And if she wanted to lose three pounds AFTER her birthday, she would. But now the 5 layer cake was well- caked with assorted frosting and multicolored sprinkles with the picture of her and when she had met Dora the Explorer the one time at a fair.

“And there should party hats, you can’t have a pary without party hats. Well… Maybe you can. How about I sing The Party Song?” The Party Song was what Amy had made up when she could first speak, it was much too literal and long.

Even though she had to put her Game Face on, and pretend like EVERTHING was going fine, people still believed her.
And at 10:30pm, everyone was singing around the cake joyfully, of course after she had licked of the edible Dora the Explorer photo.

Zooming In

Feb1

She was frightened. All the lights were out.
Her eyes showed a deer in headlights- the kind that stay frozen like a statue. She fumbled around the bedside table, looking for those darn double AA batteries. Power in her house was always unstable, but it had never just gone out before. The flashlight clicked on, she saw a shadow.

She was sad, her grandma had just passed away.
Funerals always brought out the other side of people- like for Kathy, she was always upbeat and cheery, but now she wasn’t- she wasn’t herself- she was crying. Hymns were next in the ceremony, she grasped her speech tightly in her hands, there were water drops covering up the words. She decided to put away the speech and make a longer, more important one instead.

He felt guilty.
Nothing could erase what he did, not even the biggest eraser he could find. He never meant to do it. He never meant to hurt her, yet he did, and she will never forget that. Never.

She was hurt.
The needle pierced through her delicate flesh. She looked stunned at first- not able to talk. Then the blood started coming, she started to cry in fear and pain. “Mum!”

Which One?

Jan21

As some of you may know, I am currently trying to write a book. Even though I’m writing this post, it doesn’t mean that I am giving up on my story (not yet) but I would just like to know which paragraph you think is the best writing/storyline, please comment below:)

1.Her eyes opened, she was in the hospital alone. It was was the first time that she was ever alone. All her life, she had been battling cancer, she had never been alone. But now she was- she had no one to think for her, or help her with math questions.
I like this feeling.
Like anybody, she was scared to be alone. But as soon as she adjusted to it, she liked having freedom. She liked being able to think for herself. And she liked not being interrupted by anyone else.

2. She had joined the ‘Rebellion’ 4 years ago, when her parents told her that she meant nothing to them. She resembled all of the characteristics of a fugitive.
—Black bandaged arms
-black eyeliner
—Torn rags of clothes that she had stolen
-no care for anyone else’s survival, only hers
Yet, no one knew her secret.
No one knew what she did.
No one knew her backstory.
No one knew her.

3. The room started spinning around in a tornado like fashion. It ripped the scarf from her neck.
“I can’t believe we’re going to die like this!” She tried to scream over the sounds swirling in her ears.
The chairs that they were tied to were very close, she reached out to grab his hand frantically.
“I just want you to know that I love you.” He yelled back.
But there was no response.
She had been taken.

Season Challenge (short challenge)

Jan16

Blood was common here.
In the small town of Goten, demons were legends, stories told by parents to frighten their youngsters into doing what they ask.
But there was this one man Arnold Buo, who had saved 2 children from a River beast when he was hunting one day, since then, he had been known as a fugitive, a man on the run- a man who was said to live with dragons.
Those 2 children that he saved described him as: tall- about the size of a fully grown giant, muscular- his arms were to be wider than the Pacific Ocean, yet there was one thing that set him apart from someone else- his eyes.
His eyes were mint green, wild and free.
Even though he was always carrying around his axe, his eyes were soulful and caring. And the two children that he had saved had been slaves in the market places. The drudges were sent to a river to retrieve some water, their owners knew that the River had a lively beast, crawling inside, always looking for prey. It was said to have 6 sets of gills, 2 rows of teeth, and 1 eyeball- one eyeball in the middle of its head- one eyeball that could squirt poison and arsenic into a travelers eyes. It would act like an innocent little sardine fish that had washed up on shore. By the time anybody had realized that the fish was welling up in size, it was too late- there had been over 35 killings by that lake each year.
But the talons on the beast!

The talons on the beast could slice open a brick in one touch. Kill 2 children in a millisecond, destroy an axe with one flick. Still, Arnold was not intimidated but the beast, he just saw it as a misunderstood tree frog. Even though he had soulful eyes, he knew that he had to destroy the giant- the giant that was called ‘Reptillica’. So he swung at Retillica’s eye, but missing and just giving him a nice nail cut. Arnold, no matter how much he loved his axe, still knew that it would slow him down with its weight, so he gave it to the slaves to handle and defend themselves as he shimmied up a bent, broken, and collapsing tree.

Choir

Oct17

This year, I have been placed in Honor Treble Choir 😮 and that made me think about what I want to do in the years to come.

-Sing in front of a class- accomplished on – October 18, 2013

-Get a solo- accomplished – 4 years in a row.(That doesn’t count)

-Have a flash mob

-I think that’s it

4 Forces

Oct14

“I am so looking forward to school tomorrow!” Eli exclaimed with glee.

“I’m not. Well, I’m not excited about people gossiping behind my back, but I am looking forward to seeing both of you every day.” Jenny said in a husky voice. She was always very careful with her words when she was around her friends. The first time she met them, she had a slight lisp and stutter through her braces, so she couldn’t pronounce a lot of words correctly, and they would always tease her.
Now, 7 years later, Jenny had no stutter, lisp, or braces. She was a beautiful 16 year old girl. But it wasn’t a regular type of beauty. Her skin was olive, tan, and slightly orange/gold; her eyes were a blue-green-silver colour that changed depending on what she was wearing; her hair had natural caramel highlights carefully scattered and her long chestnut hair; and her lips were slightly red.
“What about you Jack?”

“What about me?” He said, caught off guard.

“Are you looking forward to school?” She asked kindly.

“I’m looking forward to the varsity football team, soccer team, tennis team, baseball team, and the kickball team, but not the regular academic subjects.” He answered back.

“At least you’re not taking, what is it…. College level math? Eli?” Jenny remarked sarcastically.

“The highest level of college math AND science.” Eli scoffed whilst pushing up his glasses.