Chapter 4
The Beginning of Mission
Jason was in a strange little futuristic town. It was dark at night, there were odd blue lights glowing all around him, and there were barely any buildings. As he walked he heard a voice. It was slightly squeaky, the sound echoed. Although, when Jason made a sound, the same volume and pitch, there was no echo. (Just a plain voice.) Strange, Jason thought. Something strange is going on, and I know it, eagerly thought Jason. Jason heard the same squeaky sound again. Now from all directions, Jason could hear the voice. He attempted facing a different direction. The same results occurred. Feeling slightly scared, Jason scurried along the road to the nearest and only building he could see. Jason entered the building. Nobody was in it.
“Hello-o!” exclaimed Jason. There was no answer. Jason tried again.
“Hello-o!” alisema Jason again. Again, no answer! He walked through a hall and into the first room on his left. He sat down in a seat, big lumpy, and soft. In the kiti, kiti cha he was relaxing, as if sitting kwa the pool and drinking a coke. But instead he was really in the middle of a dangerous mission and in great danger. He was about fall comfortably asleep when…
“Whoosh!” A black
shadow zoomed across the wall. As it got slower, its faces color slowly became viewable.
“Ahhhhhh!” yelled Jason. Jason finally made out the face. It was scary, had gooey skin with blue veins showing, eyes in the shape of footballs and rotated in a 45º angle, it had lots of sharp teeth that would be to terribly painful to imagine if bit, and red fangs. Then the body became viewable. It had blue veins popping out of its skin too, and had large wings.
“Sssccccsss!” hissed the monster.
“Coin,” Jason heard whispered in his head. He took out a coin, and before he could click the button, the monster flew straight at him.
“RRRrrrr!” the monster growled, chomping its jaw. The monster was eyeing Jason’s hand. The monster snapped its fangs at Jason’s hand, but instead, Jason snatched his hand away losing his coin. The monster crawled to where the coin had landed, and ate it. For this, the monster became stronger. A spike in the shape of a sword grew on his forehead. The monster charged Jason again. This time it was off target. For the few sekunde Jason had to spare, he took another coin, and pressed the button. What had just been a coin, was now an electric spear. As the monster charged at him a 3rd time, Jason stuck his spear right in front of him. “
“RRrrrr,” The monster’s sound weekend as Jason’s spear struck right through its stomach.
“Oooh Nasty!” exclaimed Jason. The monster was now dead. Slimy blue blood leaked out of the whole Jason created in its stomach. Jason ran out of the building. Suddenly, other buildings appeared.
“Huh it’s a trap!” mumbled Jason, and yet, it was.
Chapter 5
The one that shall not be named’
Back in the chaotic society, creatures and human like things were freaking out. Some were glad that Jason killed the monster, some were afraid because Jason Lost one of his precious coins. (Most were afraid) He needed each coin to survive. One coin lost, a one-point disadvantage.
“Uh,” mumbled the inventor.
“A disadvantage, a disadvantage! A DISADVANTAGE! I know it seems like a happy little time because Jason killed the monster, but NO! It’s Not!” Yelled the inventor.
Meanwhile, Jason was attempting to sleep on the sidewalk inayofuata to a bright red building on the left side of him. He wished he had a kitanda au a cushion. Because of that, he walked towards that bright red building and knocked on the door.
Then he heard somebody from the inside say,” Say the password.” The password. Jason thought. Jason thought about it for a moment, then answered,
“Blue flame!”
“No!”
“Wectrilsion!”
“No!”
Then something that looked like the first creature that he met except in ghost form, slowly flew down at him and whispered his last name,” Say this carefully. “Disamonastation.”
“Dis-a-mon-a-sta-tion” alisema Jason pronouncing every syllable very carefully.
“Uh,” groaned the person inside.
He opened the door, and Jason stepped inside. Jason walked up to the front desk. Standing there, was a human. At least it looked like a human.
“Excuse me sir, what type of job au hotel au motel is this?” Asked Jason.
“Neither,” answered the front dawati manager. “It’s just like a hang out sort of thing. If people want somewhere to rest, we have seven rooms available.
“Could I have a room please?” Asked Jason.
“Rooms cost one dhahabu weapon,” stated the front dawati manager.
Jason took out on of his dhahabu coins.
“Is this enough?” asked Jason taking out one of his dhahabu coins and inaonyesha it to the front dawati manager.
“That’s just enough!” answered the front dawati manager, forming an evil grin.
Jason handed him the coin, and the front dawati manager handed him the keys to his room.
“It’s the 3rd room on your right.” alisema the front dawati manger.
After Jason found his room, back in the society, the inventor was freaking out. Now two coins were lost.
Why didn’t Jason just sleep on the kitanda in the waiting room? Then he realized the trap that the front dawati manager set was too easy to fall for. Since Jason Lost a coin, that’s a 50% au 40% chance of Jason not surviving!
Chapter 6
Strange
Jason found his room and oddly, He realized he had just made a mistake. Not just a mistake, a BIG mistake. He wondered, why am I even here? I don’t disserve to be here. I’m just like any other person. Why did I even have to have a flame on my leg? Why wasn’t it someone zaidi athletic, zaidi popular, au something? It doesn’t make any sense. I’m just the average child. Is this mission for good au evil? All
These maswali flowed in his mind. Confused Jason looked out the window, and strangely, there were no blue lights flashing.
Could one of the blue lights be the blue flame? Thought Jason.
Just then, the blue lights flickered. He disappeared, and the building disappeared. And then he noticed, he could only see one thing. One building. The building was the one he saw in the very beginning. Invisible Jason was just about to figure out the situation, when in was swooped blackness. Nothingness. Space. Again. Jason couldn’t move, neither think, nor talk.
Invisible Jason knew the situation before, and this is what he figured. When the lights don’t flicker, everything stays in its place. When the lights flicker,
everything that is not in lined with the first building disappears.
Just then something that looked like the sekunde creature he met except in ghost form alisema his last name. Now
Jason could move, talk, think, and hear.
“Say inseblistle,”
“In-se-blis-tle,” again alisema Jason pronouncing every syllable.
Jason was now back in his room. The strange thing was, the lights were still flickering.
The Beginning of Mission
Jason was in a strange little futuristic town. It was dark at night, there were odd blue lights glowing all around him, and there were barely any buildings. As he walked he heard a voice. It was slightly squeaky, the sound echoed. Although, when Jason made a sound, the same volume and pitch, there was no echo. (Just a plain voice.) Strange, Jason thought. Something strange is going on, and I know it, eagerly thought Jason. Jason heard the same squeaky sound again. Now from all directions, Jason could hear the voice. He attempted facing a different direction. The same results occurred. Feeling slightly scared, Jason scurried along the road to the nearest and only building he could see. Jason entered the building. Nobody was in it.
“Hello-o!” exclaimed Jason. There was no answer. Jason tried again.
“Hello-o!” alisema Jason again. Again, no answer! He walked through a hall and into the first room on his left. He sat down in a seat, big lumpy, and soft. In the kiti, kiti cha he was relaxing, as if sitting kwa the pool and drinking a coke. But instead he was really in the middle of a dangerous mission and in great danger. He was about fall comfortably asleep when…
“Whoosh!” A black
shadow zoomed across the wall. As it got slower, its faces color slowly became viewable.
“Ahhhhhh!” yelled Jason. Jason finally made out the face. It was scary, had gooey skin with blue veins showing, eyes in the shape of footballs and rotated in a 45º angle, it had lots of sharp teeth that would be to terribly painful to imagine if bit, and red fangs. Then the body became viewable. It had blue veins popping out of its skin too, and had large wings.
“Sssccccsss!” hissed the monster.
“Coin,” Jason heard whispered in his head. He took out a coin, and before he could click the button, the monster flew straight at him.
“RRRrrrr!” the monster growled, chomping its jaw. The monster was eyeing Jason’s hand. The monster snapped its fangs at Jason’s hand, but instead, Jason snatched his hand away losing his coin. The monster crawled to where the coin had landed, and ate it. For this, the monster became stronger. A spike in the shape of a sword grew on his forehead. The monster charged Jason again. This time it was off target. For the few sekunde Jason had to spare, he took another coin, and pressed the button. What had just been a coin, was now an electric spear. As the monster charged at him a 3rd time, Jason stuck his spear right in front of him. “
“RRrrrr,” The monster’s sound weekend as Jason’s spear struck right through its stomach.
“Oooh Nasty!” exclaimed Jason. The monster was now dead. Slimy blue blood leaked out of the whole Jason created in its stomach. Jason ran out of the building. Suddenly, other buildings appeared.
“Huh it’s a trap!” mumbled Jason, and yet, it was.
Chapter 5
The one that shall not be named’
Back in the chaotic society, creatures and human like things were freaking out. Some were glad that Jason killed the monster, some were afraid because Jason Lost one of his precious coins. (Most were afraid) He needed each coin to survive. One coin lost, a one-point disadvantage.
“Uh,” mumbled the inventor.
“A disadvantage, a disadvantage! A DISADVANTAGE! I know it seems like a happy little time because Jason killed the monster, but NO! It’s Not!” Yelled the inventor.
Meanwhile, Jason was attempting to sleep on the sidewalk inayofuata to a bright red building on the left side of him. He wished he had a kitanda au a cushion. Because of that, he walked towards that bright red building and knocked on the door.
Then he heard somebody from the inside say,” Say the password.” The password. Jason thought. Jason thought about it for a moment, then answered,
“Blue flame!”
“No!”
“Wectrilsion!”
“No!”
Then something that looked like the first creature that he met except in ghost form, slowly flew down at him and whispered his last name,” Say this carefully. “Disamonastation.”
“Dis-a-mon-a-sta-tion” alisema Jason pronouncing every syllable very carefully.
“Uh,” groaned the person inside.
He opened the door, and Jason stepped inside. Jason walked up to the front desk. Standing there, was a human. At least it looked like a human.
“Excuse me sir, what type of job au hotel au motel is this?” Asked Jason.
“Neither,” answered the front dawati manager. “It’s just like a hang out sort of thing. If people want somewhere to rest, we have seven rooms available.
“Could I have a room please?” Asked Jason.
“Rooms cost one dhahabu weapon,” stated the front dawati manager.
Jason took out on of his dhahabu coins.
“Is this enough?” asked Jason taking out one of his dhahabu coins and inaonyesha it to the front dawati manager.
“That’s just enough!” answered the front dawati manager, forming an evil grin.
Jason handed him the coin, and the front dawati manager handed him the keys to his room.
“It’s the 3rd room on your right.” alisema the front dawati manger.
After Jason found his room, back in the society, the inventor was freaking out. Now two coins were lost.
Why didn’t Jason just sleep on the kitanda in the waiting room? Then he realized the trap that the front dawati manager set was too easy to fall for. Since Jason Lost a coin, that’s a 50% au 40% chance of Jason not surviving!
Chapter 6
Strange
Jason found his room and oddly, He realized he had just made a mistake. Not just a mistake, a BIG mistake. He wondered, why am I even here? I don’t disserve to be here. I’m just like any other person. Why did I even have to have a flame on my leg? Why wasn’t it someone zaidi athletic, zaidi popular, au something? It doesn’t make any sense. I’m just the average child. Is this mission for good au evil? All
These maswali flowed in his mind. Confused Jason looked out the window, and strangely, there were no blue lights flashing.
Could one of the blue lights be the blue flame? Thought Jason.
Just then, the blue lights flickered. He disappeared, and the building disappeared. And then he noticed, he could only see one thing. One building. The building was the one he saw in the very beginning. Invisible Jason was just about to figure out the situation, when in was swooped blackness. Nothingness. Space. Again. Jason couldn’t move, neither think, nor talk.
Invisible Jason knew the situation before, and this is what he figured. When the lights don’t flicker, everything stays in its place. When the lights flicker,
everything that is not in lined with the first building disappears.
Just then something that looked like the sekunde creature he met except in ghost form alisema his last name. Now
Jason could move, talk, think, and hear.
“Say inseblistle,”
“In-se-blis-tle,” again alisema Jason pronouncing every syllable.
Jason was now back in his room. The strange thing was, the lights were still flickering.
DOVEWING PVO
Tigerheart and Dovewing had finished playing around and were lying in the Great Oak together.
Dovewing was breathing in Tigerheart's soft muscular scent and playing with his tail gently. He was sharing tongues with her and talking about each other's life together.
Dovewing was content to be there with him, it had been ages and there were no other Cats here, no Bumblestripe, no jealousy. No Ivypool and Toadstep, Cinderheart and Liomblaze and everybody telling her to get a mate, like Bumblestripe.
She was there with who she loved and who she cared about most.
TIgerheart began talking to her slowly, calmly, contently.
"Dovewing, I upendo wewe zaidi than ever!" He purred.
"I upendo wewe too, Tigerheart." Dovewing murmured.
She crouched down and started to lick his smooth fur, manyoya and he played around.
"Tigerheart..." Dovewing began.
"Yeah?" Tigerheart asked.
"Will wewe songesha to ThunderClan?" She asked.
Tigerheart and Dovewing had finished playing around and were lying in the Great Oak together.
Dovewing was breathing in Tigerheart's soft muscular scent and playing with his tail gently. He was sharing tongues with her and talking about each other's life together.
Dovewing was content to be there with him, it had been ages and there were no other Cats here, no Bumblestripe, no jealousy. No Ivypool and Toadstep, Cinderheart and Liomblaze and everybody telling her to get a mate, like Bumblestripe.
She was there with who she loved and who she cared about most.
TIgerheart began talking to her slowly, calmly, contently.
"Dovewing, I upendo wewe zaidi than ever!" He purred.
"I upendo wewe too, Tigerheart." Dovewing murmured.
She crouched down and started to lick his smooth fur, manyoya and he played around.
"Tigerheart..." Dovewing began.
"Yeah?" Tigerheart asked.
"Will wewe songesha to ThunderClan?" She asked.
With this new story, I wanna write a horror story.
It's called Imaginary:
Sierra, a young six mwaka old from Ocean Gate, New Jersey, dies from a car accident and a broken skull. Meanwhile, Molly, from Bayville, gets a new friend. Her name is Sierra.
As Molly's parents notice their daughter uigizaji strange, they start to worry. She always asks to set the meza, jedwali for an extra person, and she always talks to herself in her room.
Sierra is being fueled kwa something that's in their house, and she's feeding supernaturally off of Molly's body, and strange things start to happen in the house.
Anonymous laughing, horrifying screams, eerie whispering, problems with the power, and worse. Molly gets weaker.
On this Supernatural journey, Molly's parents will try to fight something that's beyond them, whatever it takes to save their daughter's life.
In loving memory of Sierra, a childhood friend. I still miss you, and I know your brother does, too!
It's called Imaginary:
Sierra, a young six mwaka old from Ocean Gate, New Jersey, dies from a car accident and a broken skull. Meanwhile, Molly, from Bayville, gets a new friend. Her name is Sierra.
As Molly's parents notice their daughter uigizaji strange, they start to worry. She always asks to set the meza, jedwali for an extra person, and she always talks to herself in her room.
Sierra is being fueled kwa something that's in their house, and she's feeding supernaturally off of Molly's body, and strange things start to happen in the house.
Anonymous laughing, horrifying screams, eerie whispering, problems with the power, and worse. Molly gets weaker.
On this Supernatural journey, Molly's parents will try to fight something that's beyond them, whatever it takes to save their daughter's life.
In loving memory of Sierra, a childhood friend. I still miss you, and I know your brother does, too!
Me and Brittany got scared when the police maswali us and got push toward the cop car.
The boys got is trouble because of the bia since they tried to make us drink.We had to tell them because u know there the police we didnt fell right when they got to rude and pushy.We got sorry for them since they went to jail for 3 days.
Luckly they werent part of the K.K.K.Kevin got alot zaidi nice after there jail time.They were not bullying any kids we have been dating so long that its a record for our town.The school was rebuilt,but Me,Brittany,and them knew it wasnt over yet.
The boys got is trouble because of the bia since they tried to make us drink.We had to tell them because u know there the police we didnt fell right when they got to rude and pushy.We got sorry for them since they went to jail for 3 days.
Luckly they werent part of the K.K.K.Kevin got alot zaidi nice after there jail time.They were not bullying any kids we have been dating so long that its a record for our town.The school was rebuilt,but Me,Brittany,and them knew it wasnt over yet.
wewe don’t live this life,
you’re becoming a shadow
of your destiny.
This cruel fate hates
your laughter,
loving your pain that
sleeps inside your
broken heart.
Broken and tired
of all these Lost fights,
your life becomes
invisible
and wewe don’t care anymore,
but wewe do,
wewe still do.
You’re trying to see
through this fog,
you’re still fighting
for that day,
the siku of your peace.
Your path is full of
thorns that are stabbing wewe
directly into your hope,
tearing your soul apart,
you’re on the wings of powerlessness.
