Friday, December 25, 2009

The Fall of Hope Excerpt

Roxanna shivered in the morning. The mountain range was still covered in snow, the path that they had been following winding up the mountain. The snow behind them had already buried their tracks.
After healing Nicholas from her disastrous attempt at creating snow, Roxanna was tired beyond belief, but one thing made her stay conscious: they were being watched. She felt it like a warm needle had been stuck into her spine. Someone was watching them, and she didn't think that it was for a good reason.

"Rox..." Nicholas muttered. It was the first thing he'd said since waking, and that he had muttered her name instead of the name of one of the other girls at the Village...
Gah, that's not important now! I need to get up and help Nicholas up the mountain.
Roxanna thought. She wasn't sure exactly where they were heading--hence why Nicholas had come--so getting up the mountain and up to the village was going to be extremely difficult.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Off-White

Jamie opened fire on the snowmen, knowing that the gas shell was almost empty. It made a gurgling sound as it melted into a sickly off-white paste-like substance. He sighed and looked at Molly. She was fighting and melting another of the snowmen.
“I hate these things!” She said, melting another one.
“I agree!” Jamie shouted, looking down the street. The street that Jamie and Molly were on was a gentle curve down a hill that went on for around three city blocks. It was dark, cold and snowing heavily. Jamie strained to look down the street and saw what seemed to him to be headlights.
“I think someone's coming!” he said excitedly to Molly. She looked down the street and said, “I see it too!”
The car that pulled up next to them reminded Jamie of a hummer. He looked at the front window and saw his father, Derek, driving it. Jamie heard a clicking sound as Derek unlocked the car.
“The army is on the way! Come and get in here you two, we're getting out of here!” Derek said loudly. Jamie and Molly ran to the side of the car and opened the door, climbing into the heated environment. Jamie shivered as he put his semi-home made flame-thrower down on the floor of the car. The black leather seats seemed to sparkle from the reflected lights of the headlights bouncing off the abnormally large flakes of snow.
“Are we gonna pick mom up Dad?” Jamie asked, worry strong in his voice. Derek nodded and stepped on the gas. Molly brushed snow off her dark hair as the car rapidly accelerated towards the street that their house was on. Jamie tried to warm his hands by rubbing them together quickly, but they were just too cold.
Molly looked out the window. Houses were being overrun by snowmen that climbed through the windows and attacked people. Fire was the only defense—bullets embedded themselves into the snowman, causing no harm, or just shot right through the thick snow, flying aimlessly forward. Fire melted them.
“Why aren't they using fire, daddy?” Molly asked Derek. He shrugged and said, “They may not know that that's the only real thing that works against them, Molly.”
“Well someone should tell them!” she said. Derek nodded and said, “Someone will honey, but not right now. We've gotta get home and get Mom, and then we will be okay.”
“All right.” Molly agreed. The house that was being attacked rapidly vanished from view as the car sped up the street. Derek gently turned the corner and then drove up their driveway and put the car on Idle.
“Jamie, get Mom. Molly and I will stay here and fight off any snowmen.” Derek instructed. Jamie nodded and he climbed out the car, hurrying up the sloped driveway and rushing up the small staircase to the front door.
Oh. Right. Well, as the reader, I guess you are really confused by now. Who're these people, and why do you care what's going on?
Well I'm assuming that you care about them since you're reading this. Jamie is 10, and Molly is 9. Jamie and Molly Jackson, along with their father Derek and their mother Heidi, are currently under attack—along with the rest of their community—by snowmen. Not the ordinary kind—the ordinaries don't move, don't bleed paste and don't eat people by throwing themselves on top of them.
These ones do.
Jamie reached the front door and opened it, looking inside the house for his mother.
“Mom?” he called throughout the house. The wood floor creaked under his boots, the curtains in the family room off to his right blowing in the sudden wind from Jamie's entrance. No one answered his call. Jamie slowly walked forward, suddenly scared at the stillness of the usually busy house.
“Mom!?” he called. His voice echoed slightly because of the wooden floor. In front of him was the entrance to the kitchen.

Friday, February 20, 2009

Sunlight

The little girl went through the little door and danced in the sun, her brown hair shimmering in the light.  She giggled as a little butterfly flew overhead and landed on a nearby flower.  She skipped over to the flower and sat down, loving the feeling of the grass on her legs.  Her younger brother watched nearby, a wide smile on his chubby face.  The trees that surrounded the house up in the mountains sheltered the small family from almost everything, but it also sheltered from sunlight.  The little girl looked up into the sky to see an eagle fly overhead, and she laid her head back and fell asleep.

Friday, February 6, 2009

OrB

I was shocked.
"Jeff, you can't leave me!  This isn't some sort of weird fairy tale, this is real!"
"Well," He said, looking right at my eyes, "define real."
I scowled at him.
"Why!?  Men!  They complicate everything!" I thought angrily.  Jeff smiled at me and then disappeared.  I sat down, suddenly exhausted, angry, and feeling drained.
  A few hours later, he returned, with the orb.  He walked right past me adn I had to hurry back into the house.  Jeff set the orb onto the table and took out the tiny hammer from his belt.
"It's time to end all fo this," He whispered.  He slammed the tiny hammer into the orb and everything went black.  

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Meteors

With the breath that I took, the sweet, small current of wind that blew past my face, I realized, that there is always hope.  With this realization, a star shot across the sky, hitting the ground several hundred meter's away, causing an enoumous crash.  I shook my head and dust fell from it, and I arose, sweeping across the attic floor and going down the stairs.  In the kitchen, cleaning the dishes gently, was Garth.  He was wearing a red, plad shirt and jeans that fit well.
I walked towards the front door and opened it, staring out at the thing in front of my face.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Sarah

Sarah walked down the dark, stone hallway of the Manor of Claristine, Duke of Riderria. The dark hallway raised chills along Sarah's skin, and she wrapped her arms around herself in an effort to keep some warmth for herself. She neared the end of one hallway and turned the corner, almost screaming as she bumped into a man wearing a tan traveler's cloak. “Harry, you scared me.” Sarah whispered, looking around the hallway for anyone else.

Harry looked worried as he looked at Sarah. “What's wrong” He asked. Sarah shivered slightly in the dampness of the hallway and Harry took his cloak off and wrapped it around her. Sarah wrapped herself in it and shivered again.

“Mr. Claristine is. . . . Vicious.” She said, sounding a hair's breadth away from being terrified. A clatter behind her made her jump, and she turned, into the face of Mr. Claristine.