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A change by Cinderella

My gun shook, as if it was afraid of my pocket. My eye's darted this way and that. Afraid of any movement. Harper, went on without a notice. I thought I was ready for anything, turns out I wasn't even close. A shot rang out. Me? I wasnt aware. Pain, struck me hard in the back. Was the bullet in my back? No, someone else had taken the fall. That was Harper. Knocking me to the ground, he screamed in agony. I slid over to look at a man in black. Terrorist. Mom. These words slip into my mind, but I quickly push them out. I was in a crisis, and I was not good at those. The man paced slowly forward. I could tell that he was afraid, and new to this "honor." I crawl to my dying friend. My only friend. He crys while death whispers in his ear. " This is all my fault." I say trying to make death go away. " Then fix it" was his only reply. My shaky knees stood, ready to fall to the ground. There wasnt much I could do. Helicopters started to swirl around me. Ready to clean up this mess that was about to take place. My gun dropped from my pocket onto its best friend, the ground. Without any hope left I started to walk forward to give my self up when, I heard a shot from behind me. " GET DOWN!!!" it said. I quickly obeyed its' command. Lying next to Harper I turned up to see.... a woman. She was a couple years older than me and looked vaguely familiar. She flipped over me and Harper as if we were totoally invisible. In awe I watched her dive into a stop, and slide for her gun. It was already at her landing point. She took it and used it like an old friend. Flippping and shooting, it never ended. Helicopters were blowing up, and the ka-booms were so loud that I buried my ears into Harpers wound to end the ringing. Then silence. Frightened, I looked up to see her face. Beautiful and with the hint of crazy in her eyes. She glided forward like she hadn't just killed around 25 people. I rose up to meet her face. For a second we just looked at each other before she said " Where, is dad?" How could she say something like that? I haven't seen here for almost 5 years!! " He was dead when I came home last night, no evidence was found about who killed him." A tear was pushing my eye to come out, but I wouldn't let it. " Okay , let's help your friend." She kneeled down onto the blood stained gravel, turning Harper over. " Its okay" she soothed him " Everythings going to be alright." "Scarlett?" He asked looking up into the orange colored sky trying to find me. " No," said the girl " I'm Peyton, Scarlett's missing and wanted sister. Now I have to inform you kid's about some new rule change's in the game. We have declared war on the terrorist's in Aphganistan, and we are going to have the time of our life trying to get back our freedom and justice that they have taken." Do you like it??? Please comment!!!!!! I want to know!!! I need some feedback!!!!
( Want to read the first story??? { Yes this is the second story} Look up The Rules of the Game!!!)

Someting Orange by Cinderella

Orange. A color that cannot be described. No one really gets it, and no one knows how to feel when they see it. At this moment, I knew what orange felt like. It was undescribable. I dove. Down deep into that orange ocean. We were being attacked. Bombs everywhere. Im frozen. Not able to make a single movement. Terror has strucken my face. I will die a death, that no one can stop. Im not going to run. Im not going to hide. This is my punishment that willnot come again. A bomb hits my head and I sink. Thats all I've ever done is sink. I havent tried to stop it. I just let it come. That was my problem. That is why im being punished. My watch ticks faster. It hits the 3. My time is up. Im out of breath and I can sink no lower.
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What's Words to You? #420

Words can be put in many different ways. Its so different to imagine yourself put in a place were you are "called out of your name" but yet its surrounding you, many people get "called out of their name." But its seems we only choose to sit back and watch it happen, never thinking to do something about it. I once heard of someone saying words are "things" they are on the walls, they are all around you waiting to jump out at anytime, and over take you, to take your words away, to replace your's with "them." Words are so strong it almost makes it feel like they could hurt more then your feelings, words have a way of digging deep, and killing you almost eating you alive. Though many may say sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. That will never be true. Those words, are only to prove otherwise. Why not be the one to show that you can be the one to save your words, and never let them be taken away.

Story! By D.D.W

Once upon a time... there was an anteater with three eyes. Luckily, that is not what our story is about. Fine, onceupon a time there was a maroon robot who was obsessed with potatoes. The lack of potatoes on planet Earth hurt him, almost too much to continue this so called life. So instead he journeyed to the stupid state, Idaho and stoleevery single potato they had. Munchilous (the robot) seemed to suck the life out of the potatoes, making them soulless, umemotional, terrifying monsters.... like Munchilous himself. So after eating every soulless, jejune, andincredibly boring potato, he ventured out to find his dream house, The Starship Enterprise. Yet, of course everyone with even the slightest hint of a brain would know that the Starship is in fact not a home, but a vehicle used to travel through out space in search of new life. But a trailer is indeed a vehicle AND a home, so really, The Starship Enterprise does work! Munchilous sat down while decapitating a potato and began to construe a plan to invade the ship. Once, he had figured out his most brilliant plan ever, a wild red hippo came charging at him. Using the potato he grasped in his hand, he made a sharp point, and with a strategic arm, he threw the potato and blinded the hippo. The hippo ran out of control and ran into a gigantic tree and lay still as a rock. Dead; Muncalious was a murderer. He had realized that this was the first thing he had ever been guilty for, (other than the fact thathe had stolen every potato from Idaho) knowing this, he fled. He ran faster then he had ever run before, causing every hing in his metallic body to ache. He ran and ran, not knowing exactly where he was going, but before he could figure out where, he tripped upon a potato and lay as still as the hippo. The potato had sharp teeth and black bulging eyes, that was the end of our potato.

Afternoon Surroundings

I peered down to what I was pretending to read.

Looking up, our eyes shook hands.

His pair looked away as if a sparkle caught it,

while mine lingered, starring still.

Butterflies assembled together like a puzzle.

There was as many of them in my gut as there were stars in the sky.

That was a fact.

I looked up once again, attempting to catch a smile possibly.

But he continued carrying on a sweet melody as he stroked the black and white keys.

Ballerinas drifted along with great grace and perfection to his song.

I watched, mesmerized by the stunning surroundings of such beautiful humans.

The dance pictured a story as the music spoke, narrating every word.

The only thing my body allowed me to do was sit and watch as

jealousy consumed me in one whole bite.

-#421