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

The disappearance of a non-existent boy (StoryADay Post)

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…

Trapped in the Labyrinth (Genderflipped Edition) (StoryADay Post)

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?

Pieces of School Life (StoryADay Post)

To be honest, I’m just sick and tired of Tanya Shinnok and her posse being the center of attention. Like can’t we just forget about her and go on with our lives? It’s like she’s sucking the fun out of school. And school should be a place for learning, not a place to have fun.

I don’t know why kids here are complaining about too much Tanya Shinnok, especially since they have been obsessed with her since Gemma Challoner first made up the story about her for the school newspaper. The kids begged her for a story about Tanya, so they should take what they get and be happy with it.

To be honest, I care nothing about Gemma Challoner or Tanya Shinnok. Why do I say that? Because Gemma is an attention-seeking brat and Tanya Shinnok is an imaginary person. Plain and simple. I want to know why my fellow students are paying attention to crap like this when they should be paying more attention to their education.

What Did You Do Last Summer (StoryADay Post)

“I know what you did last summer.”

I don’t know what those words meant, seeing as I don’t remember what I did that summer. For me, summer vacations were usually boring, filled with me zoned out on the couch watching some stupid cartoon on TV.

But not that summer, as I forced myself off the couch and out of the house before my mother complained that I wasn’t spending any time with kids my age.

Maybe I should have just stayed home and avoided this altogether.

I met these kids at a party and somehow, I got involved in a fight that left one person dead. Many other people were hurt and I had to spend the rest of the summer with a broken leg. Well, I had to sit on the couch and watch cartoons, which was what got me into trouble in the first place.

Well, when I saw that message, I knew I was in trouble, as the person who wrote the message had not forgotten about what happened.