What if Juniper Explained Everything (StoryaDay Post)

What if I told you that I did have another choice when I was so seeped in my own fantasy world?

they say that kids grow up differently, but let’s not forget that kids who survived traumatizing events don’t grow up as well as their non-abused peers. I don’t know what that means yet, but I knew that i was completely different from the other kids, and this is why.

But that didn’t mean I had to stay that way.

After English class, I walked towards the front office instead of the library, as I wanted to avoid the librarian and her criticism. She was angry with me for choosing the read the Trees of Light as opposed to some silly teen novel, but what did she know? She didn’t have an abusive childhood like I did. She didn’t have people trying to “help” her with her “problems”. I mean, the people trying to “help” me really don’t like me at all, or they would have done something about it.

Just as I passed the library, the librarian said, “Juniper, we need to have a talk.” I tensed, knowing that like it or not, my unmentionable secret of being beaten up by the school bully was about to come out…


She couldn’t wait to go to high school. But she was diagnosed with Asperger’s.

In response, her parents refused to let her go to school. Instead, she had to live in a home for disabled people and never got a chance to experience life at high school.

The End of This Story

They say that in life, all good things must come to an end, and this story is no different. I should know, as I have to put an end to a part of a story that I have written since I was eight years old.

It was time for me to end my obsession with the book series “The Trees of Light” by D.B. Painter.

I’m not sure how much I’m going to regret this, but I know for sure that I had to give up reading those books. It’s not healthy to obsess over one book when there are so many other books out there to read. And I had learned that lesson the hard way.

But it doesn’t mean I won’t miss reading the books; far from it, actually. I know that despite the inevitable depression that will set in, I will have to give up something I love for something I need, which is a normal life.

prompt #52. A story entitled “The End.

From Grief to Hope

I remembered the day my best friend died.

He had came to the school and shot up the place. I remember hearing the students screaming and crying as they ran from their classes in terror. I remembered falling down and not being able to get back up because of the chaos. I also remember feeling a bullet graze my shoulder and blood gushing out.

Of course, in the hospital, they told me that my best friends were dead along with more than fifty students. I couldn’t believe it. My friends were dead and I couldn’t do anything to save them.

But then I noticed a vampire smiling at me; her dark blue eyes drilled a hole into where my heart once was and her teeth were sharp, as if she was going to bite me and suck out all my blood.

But she didn’t. In fact, she decided that I was better off as her lover.

Well, way to go, Jed. Now you’re stuck with a vampire for the rest of eternity. Good luck, dude.

Prompt #42. A tragedy that ends in romance

Genderflipped in Death (StoryADay Post)

(Paranormal version of my YA thriller!)

“I don’t like this,” said Isaac as the group gathered at the Harrison Creek Cemetery one night. It wasn’t Halloween, but it was close. The kids were sure that something strange was going on. “Why are we meeting here?”

“I don’t know,” said Sadie, “but I know he’s here. We just need to find his grave.”

Just then, a ghost appeared; it was the ghost of Thomas Stone, their best friend. He had been killed over the past summer and was found at the famed Green Hill Manor. Since his funeral, the ghosts of many young children who were kidnapped and murdered haunted the city of Harrison Creek.

“Hey guys,” said Thomas as he sat on his tombstone. “Wassup?”

“Thomas?” Michael cried out. “Is that you?”

“In a matter of speaking,” said Thomas. “Nice night, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, if we’re not at a cemetery being haunted by the ghost of our dead best friend,” said Sadie. “By the way, we’re sorry for not coming after you.

“That’s OK, Sadie,” said Thomas. “I’ve been doing great. In fact, I met your other friends Tyler and Lucas. They’re not that bad once you get to know them.”

“Yeah, but you’re all dead,” said Paul.

“I know, right?” said Thomas. “But don’t worry; I’ll be haunting Mr. Stewart and Mr. Brezetta for the rest of their lives!”

“But why Mr. Brezetta?” said Isaac.

“I thought he was nice,” said Michael.

“I thought so too, until he killed me, Tyler, Lucas, Jack, and several other boys because they got too close to his children,” said Tanya. “But not to worry, as I can still get revenge.”

Michael, Sadie, Isaac, and Paul shuddered, knowing that there was no way Thomas would be able to rest in peace until the man who killed him was dead.