This is the story of Melly, a young boy who had went through a very tough childhood, although his may not have been as bad as others, this story is just one of the many. Melly had a troubled childhood, as a young African-American boy he struggled with racism along with poverty and other issues, such as never knowing his Dad. His mom was a kind and gentle soul, but would be fierce when it came to protecting Melly, she loved him and would never let the crime and drug ridden crackheads near him, but it was hard given their situation. You see his mother, Serena, had everything taken by her husband, Dashawn, he grabbed all the money and took the first plane ticket he could get, which led him to who knows where. Melly and his Mom had lived in the slums of California, Compton to be precise. If you know anything whatsoever about hood, you know Compton is not the place for young boys and their Mommy. Melly grew up going from school to school, apartment to apartment with little to no money, sometimes he went a day or two without dinner but Serena just told him that she was toughening him up. She did everything she could for money because as a mother she knew that protecting your boy was first priority and if you had to do unspeakable things to protect him, then you would do it. All she wanted for young Melly was for him to go to a nice college and have him live a life there, a life without as many problems, a life with friends, and most importantly, a life where every day he didn't have to worry, she wanted his safety above all else. During his childhood Melly had to overcome many feats, in his first years of school he had no friends, and he really struggled with anxiety and his sadness. Although there was a constant sadness eating away at his heart, he had been given the pleasure of going home to his mom's loving arms. Every day he suffered and suffered, knowing that he had no chance in this world, this rich white world… As Melly approached middle School, he had grown a little more, he was still a baby in his mother's eyes though. The kids were harsher as they grew older, many of them had dealt with similar problems as Melly, but went about handling it differently. Kids hung out with groups of people that they shouldn't have been, and they got into bad habits early in their life, many walked around the streets of Compton joining big gangs and doing illegal activities, but Melly stayed true to his dignity like Serena had told him to. One day after he had just gotten off the bus, on his way home he became very tired, he could choose to either go the long way which was a little safer, or he could cut through the back-alleys and get home in half the time. Being a young foolish boy he took the shorter route, while walking he passed by a sketchy looking man, who had some sort of rectangular imprint in his pocket, Melly did not known at the time that it was a fully automatic Glock-19, which is extremely illegal. He continued past until he approached home, once inside he questioned his mom about what the imprint could have been. After describing it to her she freaked out and told him to never cut through the alleys again, and for the rest of the year she was going to quit work early just to make sure he got home. Serena was not gonna let her boy’s life be taken by a white trash scumbag of a human, if he died she was going to fight for him. After that incident there was nothing as serious as that, it was just small encounters and scuffles, he managed to make it to high school where it gets ten times harder. He went to a public high school where the education was terrible and the students were worse. These teens were getting into some things they should not be doing, such as drugs and more illegal activities. Peer pressure was a very real issue for Melly along with many of the other kids. It takes a lot of mental strength to resist peer pressure, the want to fit in with your peers is hard to deny, but Melly did just that. There were times when people tried to involve him in doing drugs such as smoking weed and taking acid or Xanax, he knew that if he were to do this than his mom would be extremely disappointed in him. The urge to try these new things was so strong that he had migraines, he could not fathom what was going on in his life. Although he sometimes wanted a way to escape from his horrible life, he knew it would also make his life worse if he partook in doing drugs. One day his friend Ty invited him over to his house where they would ride bikes around his neighborhood, being a foolish child, Melly accepted his invitation. When he arrived at Ty's house they got on their bikes and started cruising around his neighborhood. He was just following Ty to where ever he wanted to go, and little did he know, Ty had a Destination planned the whole time. After around forty minutes of biking they were at a mysterious looking house, it was a Trap house. The two boys went inside and saw three more to their surprise, these boys were all gathered around a table smoking a bong, Melly knew what was going to happen so he made a dash for the door. Before he could get out the house he heard a loud crack and felt a stinging pain in his left thigh, he had been shot by one of the drugged boys. The pain was immense but his adrenaline kicked in and he sprinted as fast as he could all the way to the hospital. He blacked out at the door from blood loss, he thought he was going to die and he had the wildest dreams while he was in his coma, he saw his mom and what he thought to be his dad, it was finally something real. That is until he woke up to Serena's friendly face, she had tears in her eyes and then she picked Melly up and carried him out to the car where he went back to sleep. He woke up and had a long conversation with his mom about how they needed to leave Compton, no matter the cost they had to go somewhere safer. So the first thing they did when Melly healed was they took all their valuables and essentials and drove to the safer regions of California where they chose to live the rest of their lives in poverty. Even though they would struggle with money, they were safe, and that is all that matters.
The Cannibals
𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℂ𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕓𝕒𝕝𝕤 by Hugo B. Marquez-Sanchez, (A parody to Stephen King's The Cannibals, an unfinished/unpublished novel.)
To whomever it may concern,
In the winter of 1942 I had done the inconceivable, a thing that I till this day have remorse for, ...as if I had a choice for the things I had done. Disgusting, I hate remembering. My thoughts were once clean and now... well, now I cant even think about things that once brought me joy. The things I did in the winter of 1942 had a occurred during the Holocaust and the Nazi reign. Forgive me for not just saying the things that had occurred, as I explained it is hard experience for me. In the winter of 1942 I murdered and consumed other humans.
In 1991 Nazi Germany was on a hot persecution of Jews. Anyone who 1/8 Jewish was sent to a concentration camp where they were killed or forced to work. My family and I heard about these events and we planned to hide somewhere before the german soldiers would come to look for us.
"Why are they against us, what have we done to them?", I asked my wife.
"Noam some people just... do not want to accept that others have different views on things such as religion, we should not hate them would should love and forgive them" she explains. Sarah then blows out the candle. I sit in bed thinking to myself about all the things that I now have to leave behind all the things I have accomplished. I fell asleep that night not know what was to occur the next day would scar me for the rest of my life.
Its funny really. Even after all these years I'm still surprised that in one night everything can change and there is nothing you can do about it.
I woke up the next morning and hear chaos. My ear drums were blasted with loud blasts that had occurred from bombs. I rushed into a pair of shoes and woke up my wife Sarah. She was shaking. Uncontrollably. I had feared this would happen. My wife suffered from a disease that caused her muscles to tense up and caused epilepsy throughout her brain. I cried as I tried to calm her down. She did not calm down. Right now the next important thing was my kids. I had a 2 year old boy and 14 year old girl. I panicked down the hallway and got Noa, my boy and picked up Hannah, my girl. I dashed towards the stairs that led to the basement. I left my kids there and laid them on pillows that were I had put there for comfort in case we would need to hide.
I enjoyed seeing the faces of my little angles that were smart and beautiful. My father had never been there for me, I was a disgrace to him. I told myself I would never be like that to my children. I had always kept that promise. It hurt me to see my father treat me and my sister the way he treated us. My sister lived a short life. My dad came home one night, drunk, my sister did not comply with his orders. His orders were to get on her knees and do things adults did. When she attempted to run away... my father grabbed her by the hair. He did what he wanted to do. He then proceeded to pull the hair out from my sisters skull when she made a struggle. I attempted to help her but my dad took a heated iron and pressed it against the side of my face, this burt my skin off almost completely. And my sister, she was cut into pieces.... and hidden in the walls of my house.
I ran upstairs trying to get to my room where my wife was presiding. I heard voices of men. I looked around the corner. Three Nazi officers were standing over my wife. They had dragged her into the hallway. I stared in awe. I could only watch as they began to laugh at the love of my life. They began to hit and kick her. Next they began to do things that upset me, a rage of fury grew in me. My mind suddenly had the thirst to kill, specifically the three men. I grabbed a glass shard from off the ground that way from one of the windows that broke. I dashed at the three soldiers. I stuck one down successfully slitting his throat. I approached the next soldier and stabbed hime in the shoulder her then pulled out a gun and smiled and said "Liebe ist kurz" then shot my wife in the leg. . I yelled and pushed the glass further. The third soldier rammed me into a wall we both collapsed down the stairs to the basement. His head bursted open and I presumed he was dead. I arose I now had a limp. I then began to walk up the 20 stairs to get to the first floor. BOOM!!!
My ears still ring whenever I think back to this moment.
I woke up and noticed there were other people in the basement. I did not care for now. I ran up the stairs and attempted to push up upon the cellar like door. No use. I tried for another 30 minutes, I then saw my kids. I limped down the stairs to my kids and hugged them. I gained sense of reality. I looked around and saw three other strangers beside the Nazi, my kids and me. I asked who they were. One women said she was Hannah Bernstein, 26. A man that was some what muscular, Izack Sorenstein, 33. The last person was critically injured, Nijel Baurn, 54.
After the events that occurred I decided that he was the most rational out of the bunch.
We talked and Nijel seemed to be the only one who knew what happened. The germans bombed the building, all three saw this happening so they ran to the basement. Nijel's arm got shot before making it into the basement. Right then the who building was on top of the basement sealing it. My children woke up an hour later and I had to explain what has occurred. They began to start asking what happened to their mom. I told them that she sacrificed herself so we could make it to safety. They began to cry so did we. Hannah came over to comfort the children and she helped. A few hours passed and we began to think about what we were going to eat. We discussed it, mostly escape plans, but I used cards to distract people from the hunger. Turns out Izack is one of the best there is. We enjoyed the moments we could.
Soon there would not be any moments...
The conversation came again. I finally brought out a piece I had salvaged before I was knocked out. We split it six ways, I gave mine to my little boy, he needed it. 5 more hours passed. HUNGER. THIRST. We were going insane some of us literally. I meant Izack. Izack was starving and could not take it anymore. He began to spew ideas out. One suggestion that stuck me hard was EAT EACH OTHER. I could never and would never. That is another human and doing that just felt wrong. We stopped talking the next day. Nijel said it would be best to attempt to remove the rubbish that was on top of the door that was preventing our exit. We tried and tried. It was no use, we did not have the energy nor materials to perform the operation. Izack kept talking about food.
"We are all going to die, don't you get it we cannot depend on hop anymore, we all know what it is going to come to and our only way of surviving is through the unspoken way" Izack explained. I hated to say it, but I agreed, my children would die if they did not eat soon. We all talked about it. Hannah had matches and there wood to start a fire. The first nomination for the chopping block was the nazi soldier. He had not moved since he fell down the stairs.
Now I wish I would have finished what I had started this might have been the guiltiest death that occurred mainly because it was so torturous.
I grabbed his left arm and Izack grabbed his right and brought him to a corner. My children were sound asleep. Hannah was next to them so if they woke up they would not have to see the horrific place where the food that would fill their stomachs come from. We took a pocket knife and began to cut off his left leg.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH". The German man was alive. We were cutting him alive. Izack quickly took the knife and started to cut off his head, I turned away so I would not have to see what had been happening just inches away from me. Izack attempted to cut off the mans head, he was unsuccessful, I thought because I could still hear the muffled screams of the Nazi soldier. I turned around for a quick look, the man had almost all of the front of his neck Sliced open. His throat had been mangled by the blade. The muscles appearing to be trying to leave the man. Blood was gushing all around and splattering into the corner. I turned back around I could not bear to watch, may god forgive us for what we are doing. Then the screaming stopped it had been done. The once somewhat handsome Nazi soldier was now dead, his face looked as if it had seen the devil.
I prayed to god that day, to wish that it would not have to come to that. However, I did what had to be done. I am not sure if there is a God, all I do know is there sure as hell is evil.
I bare not tell you the horrific process of how we dismantled the man into bits and strips of meat.
We slept with our stomachs full that night, thats the least that can be said. I woke up and that day there fell silence. Even between the children, though they did not know what happened. We all just stared at each other. Silence.
Today I despise Silence. Silence was the one thing my mind could not handle. Even now I have my radio on so maybe I do not go crazy. In the day Silence way poison the killed me very slowly and drove me crazy. In the night it was different. Silence was not the one that bothered me, no.... it had been the Dreams. Dreams, well... nightmares. These nightmares I could not explain, confusing they were, I still only remember fragments of the story playing in my mind that was now rewinding on a new player, my memory.
The Silence had stayed, not a peep. All that could be heard that day were very quiet gun shots. I almost had forgot what was happening with the world around us. The persecution. My family now forced to live in a basement with strangers, no food, and all this because of different beliefs and discrimination. This filled my heart with hate towards the people or specifically the Nazi's of Germany. I longed to get revenge. Sarah. I had just remembered. She was immobile and having a seizure. Since the building had collapsed... she could be crushed between the aftermath above us. I began to cry. Silently. I fell asleep with my thoughts and tears that night, the only things that were not my kids that I had.
That night now that I think about it something was different. The Silence that had been heard throughout the day was being countered. Yes, yes. I now remember the night. Chatter, I heard. Chatter between the others, I of course was not involved, I do not know what they were talking about all I remember is chatter.
I arose from my slumber. I was tied to a large pole like pipe that was partly for the foundation and for sewage. I saw the mouths of two people, one was a women and one was a man. Mouths drenched in blood, but who's. I began to panic, "Had they been eating me?" I thought. No I checked around and checked my body and saw that I had been unscathed. They took their attention off me, and back to the flesh that they had been consuming. I looked around the room more and noticed two people had gone missing. My face went pale and I began to cry I screamed at them. Nijel had been missing. My eyes were now open, I noticed the body of a man thats chest was cut open. I stretched my neck to see, his chest was empty, blood was around the corpse. I stared in awe. Hannah and Izack had been eating him. The old mans body was no longer a body now just can be compared to a hallow hole or a suitcase. Raw, it was still raw. They did not even care if it was cooked or not. They feasted on the flesh of the man and dug their hands into his body and pulled out more of his meat. The second body, was that of my second child, this brought me great sorrow. My only son... was now dead. Consumed by strangers that I barely knew. This was insanity. My mind had reached the point where I could not take it anymore.
Could you handle this the feeling of pain and hatred that consumed and filled my body.
To be continued...
To whomever it may concern,
In the winter of 1942 I had done the inconceivable, a thing that I till this day have remorse for, ...as if I had a choice for the things I had done. Disgusting, I hate remembering. My thoughts were once clean and now... well, now I cant even think about things that once brought me joy. The things I did in the winter of 1942 had a occurred during the Holocaust and the Nazi reign. Forgive me for not just saying the things that had occurred, as I explained it is hard experience for me. In the winter of 1942 I murdered and consumed other humans.
In 1991 Nazi Germany was on a hot persecution of Jews. Anyone who 1/8 Jewish was sent to a concentration camp where they were killed or forced to work. My family and I heard about these events and we planned to hide somewhere before the german soldiers would come to look for us.
"Why are they against us, what have we done to them?", I asked my wife.
"Noam some people just... do not want to accept that others have different views on things such as religion, we should not hate them would should love and forgive them" she explains. Sarah then blows out the candle. I sit in bed thinking to myself about all the things that I now have to leave behind all the things I have accomplished. I fell asleep that night not know what was to occur the next day would scar me for the rest of my life.
Its funny really. Even after all these years I'm still surprised that in one night everything can change and there is nothing you can do about it.
I woke up the next morning and hear chaos. My ear drums were blasted with loud blasts that had occurred from bombs. I rushed into a pair of shoes and woke up my wife Sarah. She was shaking. Uncontrollably. I had feared this would happen. My wife suffered from a disease that caused her muscles to tense up and caused epilepsy throughout her brain. I cried as I tried to calm her down. She did not calm down. Right now the next important thing was my kids. I had a 2 year old boy and 14 year old girl. I panicked down the hallway and got Noa, my boy and picked up Hannah, my girl. I dashed towards the stairs that led to the basement. I left my kids there and laid them on pillows that were I had put there for comfort in case we would need to hide.
I enjoyed seeing the faces of my little angles that were smart and beautiful. My father had never been there for me, I was a disgrace to him. I told myself I would never be like that to my children. I had always kept that promise. It hurt me to see my father treat me and my sister the way he treated us. My sister lived a short life. My dad came home one night, drunk, my sister did not comply with his orders. His orders were to get on her knees and do things adults did. When she attempted to run away... my father grabbed her by the hair. He did what he wanted to do. He then proceeded to pull the hair out from my sisters skull when she made a struggle. I attempted to help her but my dad took a heated iron and pressed it against the side of my face, this burt my skin off almost completely. And my sister, she was cut into pieces.... and hidden in the walls of my house.
I ran upstairs trying to get to my room where my wife was presiding. I heard voices of men. I looked around the corner. Three Nazi officers were standing over my wife. They had dragged her into the hallway. I stared in awe. I could only watch as they began to laugh at the love of my life. They began to hit and kick her. Next they began to do things that upset me, a rage of fury grew in me. My mind suddenly had the thirst to kill, specifically the three men. I grabbed a glass shard from off the ground that way from one of the windows that broke. I dashed at the three soldiers. I stuck one down successfully slitting his throat. I approached the next soldier and stabbed hime in the shoulder her then pulled out a gun and smiled and said "Liebe ist kurz" then shot my wife in the leg. . I yelled and pushed the glass further. The third soldier rammed me into a wall we both collapsed down the stairs to the basement. His head bursted open and I presumed he was dead. I arose I now had a limp. I then began to walk up the 20 stairs to get to the first floor. BOOM!!!
My ears still ring whenever I think back to this moment.
I woke up and noticed there were other people in the basement. I did not care for now. I ran up the stairs and attempted to push up upon the cellar like door. No use. I tried for another 30 minutes, I then saw my kids. I limped down the stairs to my kids and hugged them. I gained sense of reality. I looked around and saw three other strangers beside the Nazi, my kids and me. I asked who they were. One women said she was Hannah Bernstein, 26. A man that was some what muscular, Izack Sorenstein, 33. The last person was critically injured, Nijel Baurn, 54.
After the events that occurred I decided that he was the most rational out of the bunch.
We talked and Nijel seemed to be the only one who knew what happened. The germans bombed the building, all three saw this happening so they ran to the basement. Nijel's arm got shot before making it into the basement. Right then the who building was on top of the basement sealing it. My children woke up an hour later and I had to explain what has occurred. They began to start asking what happened to their mom. I told them that she sacrificed herself so we could make it to safety. They began to cry so did we. Hannah came over to comfort the children and she helped. A few hours passed and we began to think about what we were going to eat. We discussed it, mostly escape plans, but I used cards to distract people from the hunger. Turns out Izack is one of the best there is. We enjoyed the moments we could.
Soon there would not be any moments...
The conversation came again. I finally brought out a piece I had salvaged before I was knocked out. We split it six ways, I gave mine to my little boy, he needed it. 5 more hours passed. HUNGER. THIRST. We were going insane some of us literally. I meant Izack. Izack was starving and could not take it anymore. He began to spew ideas out. One suggestion that stuck me hard was EAT EACH OTHER. I could never and would never. That is another human and doing that just felt wrong. We stopped talking the next day. Nijel said it would be best to attempt to remove the rubbish that was on top of the door that was preventing our exit. We tried and tried. It was no use, we did not have the energy nor materials to perform the operation. Izack kept talking about food.
"We are all going to die, don't you get it we cannot depend on hop anymore, we all know what it is going to come to and our only way of surviving is through the unspoken way" Izack explained. I hated to say it, but I agreed, my children would die if they did not eat soon. We all talked about it. Hannah had matches and there wood to start a fire. The first nomination for the chopping block was the nazi soldier. He had not moved since he fell down the stairs.
Now I wish I would have finished what I had started this might have been the guiltiest death that occurred mainly because it was so torturous.
I grabbed his left arm and Izack grabbed his right and brought him to a corner. My children were sound asleep. Hannah was next to them so if they woke up they would not have to see the horrific place where the food that would fill their stomachs come from. We took a pocket knife and began to cut off his left leg.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH". The German man was alive. We were cutting him alive. Izack quickly took the knife and started to cut off his head, I turned away so I would not have to see what had been happening just inches away from me. Izack attempted to cut off the mans head, he was unsuccessful, I thought because I could still hear the muffled screams of the Nazi soldier. I turned around for a quick look, the man had almost all of the front of his neck Sliced open. His throat had been mangled by the blade. The muscles appearing to be trying to leave the man. Blood was gushing all around and splattering into the corner. I turned back around I could not bear to watch, may god forgive us for what we are doing. Then the screaming stopped it had been done. The once somewhat handsome Nazi soldier was now dead, his face looked as if it had seen the devil.
I prayed to god that day, to wish that it would not have to come to that. However, I did what had to be done. I am not sure if there is a God, all I do know is there sure as hell is evil.
I bare not tell you the horrific process of how we dismantled the man into bits and strips of meat.
We slept with our stomachs full that night, thats the least that can be said. I woke up and that day there fell silence. Even between the children, though they did not know what happened. We all just stared at each other. Silence.
Today I despise Silence. Silence was the one thing my mind could not handle. Even now I have my radio on so maybe I do not go crazy. In the day Silence way poison the killed me very slowly and drove me crazy. In the night it was different. Silence was not the one that bothered me, no.... it had been the Dreams. Dreams, well... nightmares. These nightmares I could not explain, confusing they were, I still only remember fragments of the story playing in my mind that was now rewinding on a new player, my memory.
The Silence had stayed, not a peep. All that could be heard that day were very quiet gun shots. I almost had forgot what was happening with the world around us. The persecution. My family now forced to live in a basement with strangers, no food, and all this because of different beliefs and discrimination. This filled my heart with hate towards the people or specifically the Nazi's of Germany. I longed to get revenge. Sarah. I had just remembered. She was immobile and having a seizure. Since the building had collapsed... she could be crushed between the aftermath above us. I began to cry. Silently. I fell asleep with my thoughts and tears that night, the only things that were not my kids that I had.
That night now that I think about it something was different. The Silence that had been heard throughout the day was being countered. Yes, yes. I now remember the night. Chatter, I heard. Chatter between the others, I of course was not involved, I do not know what they were talking about all I remember is chatter.
I arose from my slumber. I was tied to a large pole like pipe that was partly for the foundation and for sewage. I saw the mouths of two people, one was a women and one was a man. Mouths drenched in blood, but who's. I began to panic, "Had they been eating me?" I thought. No I checked around and checked my body and saw that I had been unscathed. They took their attention off me, and back to the flesh that they had been consuming. I looked around the room more and noticed two people had gone missing. My face went pale and I began to cry I screamed at them. Nijel had been missing. My eyes were now open, I noticed the body of a man thats chest was cut open. I stretched my neck to see, his chest was empty, blood was around the corpse. I stared in awe. Hannah and Izack had been eating him. The old mans body was no longer a body now just can be compared to a hallow hole or a suitcase. Raw, it was still raw. They did not even care if it was cooked or not. They feasted on the flesh of the man and dug their hands into his body and pulled out more of his meat. The second body, was that of my second child, this brought me great sorrow. My only son... was now dead. Consumed by strangers that I barely knew. This was insanity. My mind had reached the point where I could not take it anymore.
Could you handle this the feeling of pain and hatred that consumed and filled my body.
To be continued...
The Realm of Rendarium - Creative Writing Extra Credit - Anthony Henry
Once there was an island, a lonely island located in the realm of Rendarium. To many, this was a paradise but to some this island was a place they would never want to go. In the past, several Rendarians had died in a war for peace within the four kingdoms but all the war did was make the conflict worse. The deaths of their armies caused the kings of each kingdom to get more enraged than ever before. But a prophecy stated that one day a Rendarian will stop this conflict with his mighty apprentice and The Staff of Endarius. The issue is that the Staff of Endarius is located in a deep cavern in the depths of the Earth and is guarded by a beast known as the Ravager. This beast has six legs covered in thick, oily fur. Upon its shoulders rests the head of a lion and underneath that is the body of a bear. The cave that surrounds it oozes a sticky, green natural sap that can trap a being for years, many say that it has a mid of its own but nobody lived long enough to be sure. To reach this cave one must find this mystical island within the realm of Rendarium and make their way to the center. But they must beware the many dangers the island hold within its thick and luscious green jungles. The majority of animals on this island are extremely dangerous and venomous. One bit from any of them would cause certain death to anyone unfortunate enough to run into one of these animals.
"Zenon! Zenon! Wake up, its time for you to to get ready for Rend School!"
"C'mon mom. Let me sleep for a little longer"
"I've got your favorite, Paparian pie ready for you here on the table"
"Fine, ill be down in a minute..."
Hey, this is Zenon, I'm known as the kid who hates doing work and I'd typically skip school if I just don't feel like going. My mom says that she knows that I'm going to be someone important sometime in the near future. Recently there's been a lot of talk about this weird war going on between the four kingdoms and the school systems have changed to where everything they teach has something to do with war strategy training. To be honest, that stuff bores me way too much for me to be interested in it, I don't really understand why the kingdoms are fighting either. I feel like a better solution to this would to just make peace between each other and come up with a fair agreement but I think that's just me. A lot of the "warlords" in our class say that I look like the hero from the prophecy but I have no idea what that's supposed to mean but I'll just go with it. Many times in the past people have tried to give me a map of this place called "The Island" which is some sort of place that holds this thing called "The Staff of Endarius". But one time a person that goes by the name of Syndius came up to me and explained the whole legend of how I would go to this island and stop the war between the four kingdoms. She offered me a ship to use and her help to go find this staff and finish this conflict once and for all. After some time, I decided that I would go one week from this day at the break of dawn I would set off with Syndius and retrieve The Staff of Endarius. When that day came I was filled with the feeling of nervousness, I felt nearly sick to my stomach. Syndius was extremely exited as she knew that she would have the ability to explore a new world without worrying about wars, assignments, or the stresses she has back at her home. With a light pull we set the sails to face towards the wind and we began sailing off to the empty and soft ocean of Rendarium.
As night approached me and Syndius ended up falling asleep just at sundown as the day was filled with a lot of working to get the ship on the right track to "The Island". I remember having a strange dream that night that had some sort of glowing being talking to me. It said something about how I'm the prophet everybody was talking about and that I will be the one to end this war between the kingdoms once and for all. It also warned me about the dangers of "The Island" as it's probably good to know what your getting yourself into. After that night, I had to think about whether I should turn back or not, at that point I was risking mine and Syndius's life. Syndius said that It was completely fine and that we will be able to gain the power of the staff to stop the war. The assured me that we would not die and that we will be successful. After this conversation, I looked down at the map and I realized that we were almost there, as we got closer to "The Island", the water became darker and I could hear storms rumbling in the distance. At this point it was too late to turn back and we knew that it will be a hard journey after that time. When we were close to the island, the water was pure black and there were storms surrounding our ship but somehow the water was extremely calm. Once we hit land, we decided to find a place to sleep. From the knowledge we had from the book we've read on this island, we knew that we should never go into the jungle and we should stay on the beach to keep i\ourselves safe from the mysterious and dangerous creatures that lurk on the island. After we found a spot to settle, we placed down our sleeping bags and fell asleep. Once that happened, we woke up to a loud roar from the distance... at that point we knew we were in extreme danger. Immediately we took action and picked up our sharpened sticks. We waited silently on the beach, after a bit of time the bushes began moving around and you can see the massive fangs of the beast emerge from the leaves. (To Be Continued.)
"Zenon! Zenon! Wake up, its time for you to to get ready for Rend School!"
"C'mon mom. Let me sleep for a little longer"
"I've got your favorite, Paparian pie ready for you here on the table"
"Fine, ill be down in a minute..."
Hey, this is Zenon, I'm known as the kid who hates doing work and I'd typically skip school if I just don't feel like going. My mom says that she knows that I'm going to be someone important sometime in the near future. Recently there's been a lot of talk about this weird war going on between the four kingdoms and the school systems have changed to where everything they teach has something to do with war strategy training. To be honest, that stuff bores me way too much for me to be interested in it, I don't really understand why the kingdoms are fighting either. I feel like a better solution to this would to just make peace between each other and come up with a fair agreement but I think that's just me. A lot of the "warlords" in our class say that I look like the hero from the prophecy but I have no idea what that's supposed to mean but I'll just go with it. Many times in the past people have tried to give me a map of this place called "The Island" which is some sort of place that holds this thing called "The Staff of Endarius". But one time a person that goes by the name of Syndius came up to me and explained the whole legend of how I would go to this island and stop the war between the four kingdoms. She offered me a ship to use and her help to go find this staff and finish this conflict once and for all. After some time, I decided that I would go one week from this day at the break of dawn I would set off with Syndius and retrieve The Staff of Endarius. When that day came I was filled with the feeling of nervousness, I felt nearly sick to my stomach. Syndius was extremely exited as she knew that she would have the ability to explore a new world without worrying about wars, assignments, or the stresses she has back at her home. With a light pull we set the sails to face towards the wind and we began sailing off to the empty and soft ocean of Rendarium.
As night approached me and Syndius ended up falling asleep just at sundown as the day was filled with a lot of working to get the ship on the right track to "The Island". I remember having a strange dream that night that had some sort of glowing being talking to me. It said something about how I'm the prophet everybody was talking about and that I will be the one to end this war between the kingdoms once and for all. It also warned me about the dangers of "The Island" as it's probably good to know what your getting yourself into. After that night, I had to think about whether I should turn back or not, at that point I was risking mine and Syndius's life. Syndius said that It was completely fine and that we will be able to gain the power of the staff to stop the war. The assured me that we would not die and that we will be successful. After this conversation, I looked down at the map and I realized that we were almost there, as we got closer to "The Island", the water became darker and I could hear storms rumbling in the distance. At this point it was too late to turn back and we knew that it will be a hard journey after that time. When we were close to the island, the water was pure black and there were storms surrounding our ship but somehow the water was extremely calm. Once we hit land, we decided to find a place to sleep. From the knowledge we had from the book we've read on this island, we knew that we should never go into the jungle and we should stay on the beach to keep i\ourselves safe from the mysterious and dangerous creatures that lurk on the island. After we found a spot to settle, we placed down our sleeping bags and fell asleep. Once that happened, we woke up to a loud roar from the distance... at that point we knew we were in extreme danger. Immediately we took action and picked up our sharpened sticks. We waited silently on the beach, after a bit of time the bushes began moving around and you can see the massive fangs of the beast emerge from the leaves. (To Be Continued.)
Candle Wax- By Lamyah Bayliss
It was a boisterous night. The rain drowned out the voices spontaneously whispering violent threats. The ocean waled as it slammed itself against the jagged cliff. Twigs snapped underneath tattered soles of shoes. One false move could end in unwanted results. Death? No. Perhaps. A cold hand pressed against the rough bark of the old redwood. Where else could the lost soul go? The howls of the creatures filled the air as the luminous moon mocked from its high throne. Uncertainty tainted every soul no matter where they were to hid. It spewed itself into society disguised as a rainstorm. Brutal remarks and unnecessary criticism. Pain makes up humans as well as the main factor they despise- fear. Pain is fear and fear is a pain. The lifeless body was filled with life to the brim. Regardless of what it wanted, it could never obtain. Light and death, love and fear. All of which are experienced by one on this earth. Despite the displeasure, it may bring it is still yearned. Yet humans still lust for each other. It is only natural they would be. Lusting for affection and to fill their own selfish desires, not overlooking the consequences or playing out the possible scenarios in their head. This scenario was not accounted for. Per usual, elucidating would only lead to more scenarios needing to be brought to attention. Divulging these scenarios would stir panic. Bizarre indeed. Formidable fallacies encountered and tied with these scenarios indeed. Such fallacies that lead to the exposure of the truth. The truth that could taint and illuminate at the same time. The same truth that is endurable.
Anyone could easily write analogies filled with multiple alliterations to demonstrate how cruel this world has become. Who would have ever assumed the pigment of skin or origins would determine the treatment you receive in a place that is presumed to be safe and secure? How absurd to call oneself a voyager or explorer, as if hell itself rose from the crusts to destroy precious land, detonating a bomb on innocent souls to pursue one's self-interest and personal gain. Placing labels on cloth and fabrics, currency and practices, humans of all kind. Depictions dating far back before our time, yet we manage to fall back into their ways. Acting as savages, animals, divulging ignorance as if its air. Leaving millions despondent trapped in their own self-doubt and grief. Such fallacies forming a path for sorrow to flourish from the dew of the grass, to fill the skies and air we breathe. Such a world filled with hatred yet words, regardless of their meaning in strength cannot restore the damage cast down upon us. Must a child live in fear for their life everything fleeting moment? How much longer until these problems are noticed? Ah, people still are stunned by comments and remarks towards the white man. Yes, a white man. No one seems to grasp the concept of this man. A white mans doing. As picking apples from a woven basket, only the reddest and ripest are the sweetest. The rest rot, never getting picked for eating. Fruit flies flutter and jumps in between each in hunger for the rotting cores. The rotting ones pulling the strings from behind the scenes. What have we come to? A question so many ask. Yet so little have solutions. The crumbling society today which is referred to as a free nation is not all that free as we presume, correct? Ignorance and simple-mindedness taunt this society, lacking to acknowledge the past or damage continuously sought out by power hungry selfish greedy scoundrels. Yet in no position am I to speak upon such matters only to state my opinions and enforce the use of the first amendment which is taken ever so lightly. Ideas to be pursued.
Ember exhaled and ran his fingers through his curly mop. He had been sitting at this wooden bureau for quite some time now. From dawn to dusk his fingers swirled the quill against his parchment. It was impudent. Viel and treacherous for the matter. Why has the brick wall around his mind ceased to come down? It was destined to never cease in his case. The incident had occurred nine months ago at Buckingham. The Buckingham Palace located in Westminster London. Traveling through a vicious storm of hail and rain, the carriage filled with laughter and perky remarks scrapped and dragged along the rigid pathway. The party consisted of Ember and his lover, another couple and a maiden.
Diana and Abe were close family friends to Ember for over 20 years, their family relations tracing back to their family founders. Both possessed a great amount of wealth. Enough to consider both of themselves high upper noblemen. Unlike his acquaintances, Ember was never one to live a lavish lifestyle. He preferred the indifferent minimalist ways while Diana was extravagant and flamboyant. Yet as they say- opposites attract. His parents married him as well as Diana off at the age of 16. They only considered one major factor despite Embers various plead- to be married to a wealthy upper-classman. In his younger years, his parents had figured he would marry a nice elegant girl and add to the family tree. To their unfortunate expectancy, this wouldn't be possible for him. Raised by a family maid throughout his childhood, his parents had never given him a peace of mind. When he was born he had a severe abnormality. He was born as an intersex rather than a female or male. His parents had not realized this until the age of 7 when he had asked his mother about reproduction. The conversation had railed into an unwanted hatred that would last for many years. Aware of his status and so-called ‘disformation’ Ember had been arranged to marry a man with plenty of money to provide for him and all medical expenses he may have. Diana had married the man's cousin and gave birth to two healthy twin girls. Sometimes he had wished he was that fortunate.
The widow was a companion Diana had become close with through her nursing classes near Lyon. She was a snarky country girl with vicious red hair and a thick accent. Apparently, her grandfather had owned a few large plantations down South and she was going to be placed the head of the household soon. She bragged about that a lot that night. Ember had figured this was another one of Diana's attempts to set him with a mistress. She was not always comfortable with the fact of his sexuality. She would always bring him along to church or to lunch with other females. Anything she could to rid him of this ‘sin.’ After a while, she had caught the hint once she had to comfort a heartbroken Ember. On the balcony of their suite underneath the pounding drops of rain. A night that led to a change for both of them. Still, no matter how great Embers love was for his close friend her companions were extremely unmoving.
At one point along the ride, she had noticed the bandaged tucked underneath his collar. Gavin, Ember’s husband, gave a slight glance to the pale neck.
“Bandages on your neck? Now, why’da have them there?”
“Father had sent me a gift. Strangely enough, it was a soft blue parakeet. It was a feisty one at that, that had slipped the servant's grasp…unfortunately, I was birdseed in its eyes.”
Ember replied in a gentle tone. He was reluctant to look at her intimidating gaze. She leaned back silent and crossed her arms, munching on her thumb as if it was a piece of bread. The long-lasting silence had coated the carriage until Diana clapped her hands. The vibrant colors and music flowing through the air from the theatre, the fountains spurring water seemed as sparkles with the reflective light. The carriage had come to a draw in front of the stone staircase laid with rose petals. Diana and Abe had exited first, and then a frilly red-haired girl. He never had received her name that night. Just as Ember had made an attempt to leave, Gavin's large hand gripped his wrist in the spur of the moment.
“I told you not to cover it. It’s dangerous enough that it is there, to begin with.”
“Yes, darling. Yet you were the imposter were you not?”
The male had forced their faces closer, His piercing gaze could make anyone melt with fear. Trembling, he placed his sweaty palms on the back of Gavin's hands.
“You know I did not intend for that. Do you not?”
“I do…”
“I love you. You are aware, correct.”
“Yes, darling. I’m aware.”
“Good. Do not speak of this again.”
Having released an aggravated sigh and straightened his tuxedo collar, exiting the cart. Ember took a shaky breath and followed, allowing the man to escort him to the main hall.
That night was fantastic. Outstanding and luxurious. Lavishing. He couldn't possibly put words to the sights he was seeing. The clattering of sparkling wine glasses, the light spectrum portrayed form the dazzling crystal shards for a chandelier. The upperclassmen and nobles had worn their best gowns and tailcoats. Unfortunately, Ember had been forced to growing his locks. Gavin had always proposed it gave him a more feminine look. His parents adored his husband's capability to make him like this. Clad in a classic red drape, a white wool shawl was draped around his shoulders. He despised this. It was humiliating and unsettling. Despite the fact, he looked forward to the speech given by the Prime Minister, Aleron Bardin. The guests had begun to settle down at their designated tables three hours in. Waiters and waitresses placed cocktails near the bouquet of flowers in the center of the table. As the curtains to the enormous wooden stage withdrew, a short stubby man had approached the center. Ember reflected this part often. Why hadn’t he noticed before? If he was not the way he was then. The if’s are what taint him from this tragic night.
As the Minister had spoken of foreign affairs and international trade. Praising the growth of the country's economy. His wife played as an obedient dog from her seat. A single raise of his glass, the swish of the rose champagne inside. Time stopped at this moment. It moved slower each time it had replayed in his mind. It throbbed and pounded his head. As the clank of glass erupted throughout the hall, a flash of light had grown blinding. The once magnificent scene had turned into ash valley. The faint sirens of the water trucks and policeman had rung from a distance. Ash had bellowed from the once beautiful scene. The pillars had collapsed underneath the impact. Debris and dust had loitered the premise. The flames burned deeper into the landscape. Sparks had led to the structures collapsing, the walls were blown inward and the ceiling collapsing down on the unfortunate souls. A flash of red had madded with the once fierce red hair he so much despised. Bloodshot his eyes grew. A pillar of entrapped him to the ground. The smoke had burned his nostrils and set his eyes ablaze. The lump bodies that lay to his side. As hills of ashes in the dark underworld. Looking to his side as the wetness burned his cheeks, the cracking of his lips and blurriness of his vision, the most disturbing sight was yet to come. Lay silent still that spiteful man, face stretched and cut by shards of glass. The direction of his pupils and inverted skull that skin hung steadily from. The burns with scratches that carved deep into his skin. The worst part was not the seeing- but the feeling of release. The feeling that they had all received what they had deserved.
The hot candle wax ran down the side of menora. The soft cracks of the firewood popped against the steel bars of the fireplace. The dim room and faint smell of chestnut lingered about. The branches tapped against the window pane. The rain was pounding as it was that night. Staring blankly at the words before him a tall figure leaned against the doorframe.
“How long has it been…?”
“Nine months, love.”
“And… they’re gone..right..?’
“Yes.”
“...”
“Really?”
“Yes. Now you have been sitting there for a while now. Your mother is coming tomorrow. You need to be well rested.”
“Yes… I suppose you're right…”
After Jacob had managed to calm Ember to sleep, he had left to his chambers underground. Trudging down the stone steps in a spiral pattern. Moss had sprouted from the cracks and pebbles fell to the next with each step he took. The light disappeared the deeper he descended. He walked through the tunnels hunched over due to the inward shape of the ceiling. The loose setting of the brick for the wall had begun to deteriorate. Hoisting open the old chamber door, it scraped against the rocks and pebbles. Approaching a large table towards the back of the room. Setting the small amount of light next to a stack of papers his eyes fell on the map before him. Various blueprints and sketches. Ingredients and materials for formulating explosives and mini-grenades. Weapons of all sorts hung from the walls and bullets in carcasses along the shelves. Specifically in the middle of the pinboard was a rough sketch of the famous Buckingham Palace. Next to that was a smaller sketch of multiple grenades pinned to different sections of the palace. Jacob sat on the stool and pushed his hair back from his eyes. He figured he would remain contempt with this for now.
OOga this was just a little draft I had whipped up, so some parts are a little rushed and others are just not explained enough. But I plan on expanding on it :)
The End of the Year and The Beginning of Summer - Anthony Henry
Wow... this school year was quite interesting and unique. When I came back to CPA in the middle of the school year I was expecting the same amount of work as previous years and more stress put onto me since I knew I was back at a fast-paced school. To my surprise, things were a lot easier and laid back compared to what I thought it would be. After many months of procrastinating and working hard at the last minute, we all hit the weeks of state testing. Honestly, the ELA state tests seemed to be quite easy as I did not end up stuck on any questions or parts of an essay. On the other hand, the Algebra 1 state tests were quite challenging for me as I got stuck on several problems mainly on the first section of the test. I do still feel confident that I got a good grade on the test despite getting stuck on a few questions. A couple of weeks later, prom took place. To me, the prom was a lot of fun and I really enjoyed my time there with my friends. The location looked beautiful as the vista of the plain open field meeting the horizon made for an amazing sight. And finally, the last week of school is here, we are all preparing to say goodbye to some of the people who are leaving to another school. Luckily, I and my closest friends are planning on staying at CPA all the way until our high school graduation. In two days we are going to Kings Island which is something I am incredibly excited about as I get to ride my favorite rides in the park with my closest friends. All in all, I'd say that this was a great school year and I hope that my sophomore year will be even better.
3 Amazing book to Movie Adaptions
The Help:
As we all know the Help is about an inspired author during the civil rights movement of the 1960's. The author was intrigued by the hardships and stories of the day in a life of the Help. She believed that if their stories were told that their lives could get better. Initially, the maids didn't want to help, but then they realized that the people of Jackson Mississippi had to know what the Help were going through. Overall each actress portrays the books' characters in a very sensational way. Each conversation and event was played out with feeling, just like in the book. Other than some of the scenes switching around, the book to movie adaption was extremely accurate.
Wonder:
August Pullman had a facial deformity. He had to get an enormous amount of surgeries to get his face reconstructed so he could function correctly. "Auggie" was just an ordinary kid with an extraordinary face. He started the 5th grade with fear and disappointment. He just wanted to prove that he was normal just like everyone else. Throughout the movie and book, the challenges faced by Auggie were clearly painful. He was bullied and shunned by his fellow classmates until one kid decided to talk to him. The movie adaption of this book was extremely emotional. In the movie you can see exactly how Auggie was being treated and how hard it was for him to fit in like everybody else. Honestly this movie was amazing and was a really good adaption of the book. It is a very emotional ride too.
Jurassic Park:
This book warns the curiosity of mankind to beware the power within genetic engineering. Kids found a strange species of lizard on the island of Isla Nublar. Later on in the book to be found as the home to genetically engineered dinosaurs. The dinosaurs were brought back to life by the DNA of a special type of mosquito aged in tree sap. The main developer of Jurassic Park called a highly rated scientist to see if Jurassic Park was actually safe. Within his adventure he discovered that the journey is much more dangerous than he thought. The movie starts off in the same manner. It shows the dangers of genetic engineering and the development of revenge. Just like the book the movie has the suspense and scare factor of a lifetime. Jurassic Park is really a story of the unknown.
Keanu And His Red Plane
By: Lenny Isakbaev
One day a boy named Keanu rose up on a beautiful Saturday morning and prepared to be greeted by his mother for the usual pancake breakfast. He sat up in his twin sized bed, with his blue room full of action figures and stuffed animals. He walked down the hall of his two story suburban home and saw his father still sleeping in the master bedroom with his mouth drooling and the familiar sound of his snoring that would keep Keanu up at night occasionally. He turned into the bathroom to wash his face and comb his straight brown hair. Keanu was the shorter kid and he dressed fairly typical for a little 10 year old boy with his cargo shorts, plain green shirt, and pizza print socks. He made his way down the chestnut brown laminate stairs into the spacious living room which mixed into the living room. His mom was standing in the kitchen with her torso pressed against the counter as she furiously mixed the pancake batter which later turned into the wholesome blueberry fluffy delights that were Keanu loved his mom for. She was a great mother to Keanu and never put too many restrictions on Keanu so when he left his house to play outside neither Keanu or his mother expected his life to change that day. Living in a place similar to Denver, Colorado made going to the mountains and hills easy but not particularly safe. This was a daily thing for Keanu and he visited the rocky hills all the time so when he found a small opening tucked away in the cove of the rocky hills he was naturally curious and ran to begin cautiously exploring. Once he came upon the small opening to the cave, Keanu could not see but three feet in front of him so he decided not to explore that day and he raced home to prepare for his adventure the next day. Keanu liked to prepare for his expedition by laying out his flashlight, hiking boots, and yellow raincoat. He stuffed these items in a small backpack but not without including a few of his extra blueberry pancakes which always comforted him in sticky situations. Keanu had trouble sleeping that night and had very odd dreams about the small cave which made him hesitant to explore the next morning. Nevertheless, Keanu woke up early on the silent morning and everyone at home still snoozed in bed. He got dressed in his typical clothes expect now it was with boots and a yellow raincoat with the backpack full of snacks and a few emergency tools. He silently made his way down the laminate stairs so as not to wake his mother and then carefully opened the door to then make his way through the quiet suburban neighborhood which was located near the hills. After finding the small opening in the rocky hills he made sure to have his flashlight ready and then he hesitantly stepped into the opening making his way through the tight squeeze which seemed to twist and turn quite a lot. He kept hearing odd noises that were ominous and mystical in a way that made him more drawn to the dark depths of the spiraling cave. After encountering a very tight squeeze Keanu small torso was not small enough and he was stuck between two pieces of limestone rock. After yelling for help for several hours he began to slowly fall asleep and as he was in a daze he could hear faint snickers in the darkness when suddenly two slimy hands gripped his ankles and gave him a harsh shove which pushed him deeper into the cave. He scrambled as quickly as possible until he stumbled upon a large cavern opening which had a small moat around a structure of rock with a strange mystical sheen at the tip of the rock structure. Keanu focused on the mystical sheen and it seemed to shift around flawlessly and his curiosity peaked and he ran into the moat to then begin scaling the rock structure. Once he reached the peak and looked into the mystical sheen the light disappeared and there sat his small backpack which he ended up dropping when he was stuck. He heard the snickering again but then he opened his pack and saw that there was no more pancakes and instead there was a red paper airplane which could have weighed as much as 20 pounds and it was obvious that it was no regular paper airplane. This red paper airplane was fairly heavy for Keanu and it was made of some sort of unfamiliar ruby metal. Once he touched the plane it expanded and grew to four times his size which was too big for the cavern and then rocks and stalactite started to collapse around him. He saw the suns lights for the first time in what seemed like days and then he jumped on the paper plane which took off and flew into the falling rocks.Twisting and turning with complicated maneuvers, Keanu and the red airplane made off into the sky without a scratch. Keanu spent five days in the cave and this made many people worried which led to an all out police search for a missing child and when he swooped down into the small quiet town on his large red plane everyone's jaw dropped and many phones were pulled out to record. Keanu never did find out who or what helped him in the cave which troubled him and sparked a small flame of curiosity inside of him. He took his plane for cruises around the sky after school and wondered what may have been so slimy, had two hands, and apparently liked blueberry pancakes. Keanu was a special boy with a special airplane that had been hidden away into his backpack after collapsing back into the small size. He lived happily ever after with the constant thought of what might have helped him in that cave but he knew it was something magical. He started planning….
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