As featured in the Changing Fire Universe…
The problem with having a hero is forgetting that we can be our own heroes.
Never have I ever been so angry in my life!
It started when I wanted to stay home and watch that new TV show, but my parents forced me to go to this party that this kid from my high school was having. They believed that going to her party would be great for me, but I knew better. that girl was a liar who plays with stuffed toys and talks to imaginary friends even if she’s 15 years old. I tried to explain that to them, but they refused to listen to me. In fact, my mother said, “Either you’re going to this party or you won’t watch any TV for a month.” And she meant it too.
So, I’m now at her party, which (to my disappointment) consisted of nerds and losers from the school. I called the police, pretending to be a neighbor complaining about the noise, but how was I to know that the police officer who came to the house was her own father? I had no choice but to fake getting sick and asking my parents to bring me home.
Well, all I know was that while I’m enjoying the show I was almost banned from watching, I was never going to live down the fact that I was forced to go to a party for a girl I dismissed as “crazy“, but I didn’t even get to know her.
I’m so angry.
Prompt #46: A story about anger.
I was so sure that I was going to die.
I really wished I had asked mom to drive me to school, but I knew I’d never hear the end of it if the other kids found out that I was still getting rides to school from my parents. I know they’d say, “You’re too old to get rides from mommy and daddy. Grow up.” Yet, I wonder how much they really respect their parents if they spoke like that; if I acted like them, I wouldn’t live to see tomorrow.
Which is what almost happened.
The bus driver was trying to drive and some dumbass in a red Pontiac was weaving through the highway traffic so fast that other cars were swerving just to get away from them. Yet when the car in question swerved past the bus, it was too much and the bus tipped over and crashed.
Yet when the car in question swerved past the bus, it was too much and the bus tipped over and crashed. I saw my life flashing in front of me: the times that I had chosen to stay at home instead of going outside to play with the other children. The birthday parties I never had. The other children who laughed at me because I preferred my own company. And now I was going to die alone and friendless.
I forced myself out of my seat and found a way off the bus. As I helped many other people get to safety, I wondered about the driver of the Pontiac that crashed into the bus. Were they lonely and friendless as well? Was there no one to take care of them? Well, I would unfortunately never know the answer.
prompt #45: A story about a near-death experience.
As his friends chatted about various things, Thomas Stone stepped out of the clubhouse. Earlier, he had been warned to be careful whenever he stepped out of the clubhouse, as there were people out there who were looking to kidnap him. She know that there are many people living in the city of Harrison Creek, Oregon that did not like him for various ( and rather pathetic) reasons.
Such as the person who had been watching him and his friends for a few weeks now.
The person was dressed in bright yellow clothes with a long black overcoat covering his body. The person was also wearing a pair of dark glasses and a fedora. As soon as he saw Thomas, he approached him, saying, “Are you Thomas Stone?”
“Yeah,” Thomas said without so much as skipping a beat. “What’s it to you?”
“I’ve noticed that you’ve been causing plenty of undue trouble for this city,” said the person, “and I think it’s time for you to go.”
“Where am I going?” Thomas quickly began to panic. “Who are you? Why are you doing this? Who sent you here? Have you been stalking me and my friends? What is going on here?”
Instead of answering his questions, the person pulled out a rope from his coat pocket and tied him up. As soon as he was bound and gagged, he took him to a black car and drove away from the clubhouse.
“Let me out! Let me out of here!” Thomas screamed as she pounded on the bottom of the trunk door. “Let me out of here this instant!” But the kidnapper ignored his protests. “You can’t do this to me!” Thomas continued to yell. “I know people, big-named people. When they find out that you talk me, they will hunt you down and tear you apart!”
Yet the kidnapper ignored him as the car continued to drive further and further away from the clubhouse, and farther away from her friends. If anything, Thomas knew that Sadie, Isaac, Michael, and Paul would know he was missing. They would call the police without much hesitation.
To his shock, nothing of that sort happened. In fact, no one knew that he was missing at all. Not until a few days had passed.
But what did happen was the black car stopping at what appeared to be a storage place. Before he knew what was happening, Thomas found himself being pulled out of the trunk. Still bound and gagged, he was carried into the storage building. Another person who was dressed in a dark coat and a fedora notice the first person said, “Were you able to get him?”
“I must admit I had a bit of a struggle restraining him, but not to worry, he’s here now,” said the first person. “And if we play our cards right, no one will ever know that he existed.”
“Good,” said the second person, “but now we must move onto phase 2 of the plan. We have already planted the seeds of hate in this town, especially where those boys concerned. Won’t take long for the police to round up those people on that list and have them taken to jail. The sooner that happens, the sooner we can deal with those Teen Rebels.”
“I agree,” said the first person. “I’m getting real tired of chasing those kids around. Don’t they have anything better to do than to hang out with each other?”
“That is our next project,” said the second person. “Now take that little brat and put him into our cubby hole; we have bigger fish to fry.”
As the two evil people left the place, Thomas untied himself and scrambled around the tiny storage area; he didn’t have any time to waste. He had overheard a plot against his friends and the city they lived in, and he needed to get that information out before it was too late…
Thomas Stone was trapped in a labyrinth.
He stared at the endless rows of storage units, not knowing where to go. Yet he only knew he had to get out before they found him.
But where would he go? He had no idea of where he was or how he got to where he was. He knew that no matter what, he had to escape.
Thomas stared at a huge folder in the corner of the storage unit where he was held. The folder contained files on him and his friends Sadie Green, Michael Lowery, Isaac Hammond, and Paul Turner. The files were the kids’ birth certificates, school records, and other things that other people shouldn’t know about.
With that, Thomas grabbed the folder and ran down the hall, not looking back. The building was dark, but he didn’t care. He ran in any direction his feet took him, knowing that one wrong turn could mean that not only would his life be destroyed, but the lives of his friends were in jeopardy. He couldn’t take that risk.
Just as he made another turn down another corridor, a huge light flashed. Someone was coming into the place. Thomas tensed, hoping that that person wouldn’t see him. The last thing he needed was to be attacked by another person, especially by a person who didn’t like him. He was not going to be another victim of someone’s hate.
Luckily for him, the person walked by without even noticing him. But he wasn’t out of danger yet. Thomas stared down the hall where the person came and noticed that the door to the storage building was open. Finally, he was free.
Or was he?
Jed: Nice going, Milton. You ruined everything.
Milton: What are you talking about, Jed?
Jed: I stuck my neck out for you and you decided to stab me in the back. You’re lucky Adam and Joanna stopped the shooting or we’d both be dead.
Milton: But what about Barbara?
Jed: How could you defend her after what she did to you, dude? And don’t say she’s your sister because you and I both know that she’s not, not after the way she treated you your whole life.
Jed: Need I remind you that she put you in the hospital two years ago?
Milton: Oh yeah. About that…
(Joanna shows up)
Joanna: John Holt, you are in so much trouble, it’ll snow in the Sahara before you even make parole. (to Jed) As for you, Jed, I’m taking to your uncle tomorrow, so it’s time for you to go home and pack your things. But don’t think this is over yet, as you’re expected to testify before the council in a few months.