The Storm

The storm raged on. I covered the windows with the curtains. “Renee, I’m really scared.” Makayla said, wrapping herself in the wool blanket. I went over to comfort her, placing my hand on her shoulder. “It’s going to be ok. We’ll just watch a movie or something, until the storm is over.” I explained, grabbing a spot on the couch. She jumped over the seat to sit next me. She grabbed the remote, pressing the on button. TV flicked on, the screen fuzzed. “What the heck?” Makayla exclaimed. Suddenly, everything thing was dark. A high-pitched scream came from beside me as Makayla buried her face into the wool blanket. “Makayla!” I said, giving her a serious look. She shrugged her shoulders apologetically, and inched closer. I sighed, wrapping her blanket around my shoulders. Winds gusted, making the whole house shake. “Let’s just, go to bed, it’ll clear up in the morning.” I decided, grabbing her shoulders and bringing her to my room. Things WOULD clear up in the morning, right?

Fenna

(Apologies for no post yesterday.)

    It wasn't easy growing up in a place like this. A bunch of rumors and not to mention murders, eerily hung on the town. It wasn't hard to blame someone for fraud or murder here. Actually, it was quite simple. Fenna Jones quivered behind the tall, slim figure that was her mother. Nothing seemed haunted in these parts, especially not the nature. "Momma, are you sure it's not haunted?" Fenna asked, not looking up. Her mother placed both hands in front of her waist and said nothing. The pond was silent, the flowers and the lily pads floating gently on the surface. Whatever grass was found under the pond would forever be nourished. The place indicated peace, but why was Fenna's gut feeling different? t was a breathtaking and peaceful lot. The stone on the building meant this was built long ago. The facade had been constructed with massive windows, and a balcony as which peered over the front door. Fenna's mother always wore a blood-red gown that flowed out near the waist. Fenna had been told that she looked like her father more, but dreadfully wished the contrary. "Go to the bathroom and get ready for dinner." her mother said with a kind voice. When Fenna got to the bathroom, she looked at the height of the counters, and the finish of the basin. When she looked up, she saw her mother's cerulean eyes in the reflection. Fenna was pretty sure her mother had been on the first floor, preparing dinner. Fenna turned around to greet her, but no one was there. She turned around and tried to catch her breath. 'I'm sure it was nothing,' thought Fenna.

   After a pleasant stew and a loaf of bread, Fenna grew tired. She said goodnight to her mother and ran off to bed. She lay in bed, staring into nowhere. She felt creeped out that she saw her mother in the reflection, when no one was there at all! It wasn't long before the nightmares flooded in.

   Her mother was looking out the room of her quarters, across the courtyard and to a grave. The grave had white flowers planted on it, leaving rough patches of soil around the edges. The name was her fathers'. And she knew now what had happened. It was no fire, it was no accident, but it was her mother.

   

    Fenna had no possibility of going back to sleep after that dream. She changed and scurried to the enclosed yard. There was the soil, and the flowers. But the gravestone was nowhere to be found. Fenna was cold. It must have been midnight, and the temperature dropped immensely. She ran back for the warm shelter she was forced to call home, and dozed off in her bed. Little did she know that someone was in the window…

         It was quiet in the house. Not one mouse, or one bug to be creeping around. "It's not normal of Fenna to sleep in.,” said her mother, in a sly tone. Fenna stayed asleep and her mother began to sing.

~Oh little town of Orienthan~

~Let me see the rise~

~Of hopes and dreams, of loving seams~

~Rest in peace tonight~

~Rest in peace tonight....~

Blaze

She raised her head to look at him.  “Are you really?” she asked, tears rushing down her pale cheeks. He opened his mouth, and showed them, those things most people cower once they see. That’s when he thought she opened her mouth to scream, but boy, was he wrong.  She said those words that still haunt him today. And she regrets everything.

Blaze had been spotted. She ran as fast as she could. But he ran faster. She pushed her legs harder. So did he. She zoomed left and into the dark creepy ally that was situated next to a very populated area.  As did he, “I’ve got you now.” He laughed, creeping forward. Blaze thought she would die now, as it was fate, but fate could be changed, right? She twirled around. Too late, his hands gripped tightly around her throat, she gurgled.  “What have you got yourself into now?” he asked, sarcasm creeping in his voice. Blaze looked at him. So easily, it took her nothing for her to take his spot. “Why don’t you tell me?” She said sleazily.  Her hands tightened, more than his hands had been.  “Thank you Blaze, but that won’t be necessary. I think you have done enough.” A deep, old voice spoke from behind as she was about to twist his neck. She wanted to wring it out and watch the blood drip like water.  “Master, it would be the right…” she began, but Master silenced her with a wave of his hand. He opened his mouth and touched his pointy fang. She nodded, placing her hands on her stomach, and backing away. “Please, don’t.” the runner pleaded.  At that snap, she turned and ran. 

“Master, there was no meaning to kill the runner.” Blaze said, sipping on the Chinese noodles Master had made. He laughed through his belly. His eyes glinted. “Of course there was. You were going to kill him for the same reason.” The Master laughed. His words were filled with all sorts of wisdom. They sat on green pillows with tassels covering all four sides. When Blaze was young, she used to love playing with the gold tassels, especially when Master was blabbing. She and Master had been together ever since he found her on her doorstep, and she hoped he would never regret taking her in. Around the age of 3, Master had decided it was time to train Blaze.  After that moment of truth, Master told her what he was. And once she was ready, she could be one of them too. 2 years after, the question of wanting to be one of them really bothered her, after all that training. Master encouraged her not to give up.

“For the right reasons?” she said, bowing her head and looking into the soup bowl. Noodles swirled around, the dark brown liquid dancing.  She looked up to find Master nodding his head.  His chopsticks diving into his soup bowl. “I have news.” He said, eyes lifting up to look at Blaze. “Yes Master?” she asked, although she thought it couldn’t be anything special, since news almost always meant a fancy Chinese dress for her birthday. She sighed and waited. “You are finished. Now you are on the run to survive. Find freedom, and you are safe.” He blurted. His words slowly processed in her brain, but not fast enough to keep her from spitting soup and saying, “Excuse me”.  He laughed. “Yes, Blaze, you are finished. Packing starts soon.” He said, rising from his pillow. “Master! I am… astonished. But why?” she asked, feeling insecure and excited deep inside. Blaze always hid her emotions from Master, for he had once said feeling was weak, and she could and would never be weak. “You are ready Blaze. And here, a parting gift, as you might say.” He said, his hands digging in his pocket. She looked at him. Something shiny came out. A silver necklace, with a beautiful pendant that was shaped as fire, now rested in his wrinkly hands. “Oh, Master! That looks insanely expensive.” Blaze stuttered as she studied the pendant. Blaze, it read, cutting into the orange crystal. “Don’t worry about it, my fire. I paid 35 gold coins, but it is worth it.” He said, unhooking the clip and crawling on his knees behind her. Blaze’s hair was swiftly wrapped around his right hand. Blaze had hair that all the girls in the village had been jealous of. Her hair looked and felt like a shimmering black waterfall, cascading down her back to her hips, which were very tiny. Blaze had that model face and tiny, but muscular build. Eliza would soon plot to ruin her beauty again.

When Blaze was 12, she had the choice to go to Ghei Academy.  She had said yes, but once she had gotten there, Eliza Tricot had been waiting for her friends at the entrance.  “Oh, you are pretty, I’m Eliza.” She had flattered. Blaze had felt the red come to her cheeks. “Um… thanks?” Blaze had questioned.  The giant red towers didn’t seem to have lightened the mood. Blaze had sneaked tons of movies from the store down in the village, behind the Masters back. She had felt terribly guilty. These building were featured in each of the Chinese school movies. She remembered Eliza, her short brown hair flew in the wind each time, her darling Chinese dresses that had almost made Blaze jealous of how pretty they were. In that time, and in time now, Blaze wore ragged pajama-like clothes. They were a blank white fabric, and she was cold each winter day, and hot each summer day. The house was beautiful and historical; she felt part of something being able to read traditional Chinese books as she sat on her hard bed frame. Eliza had used to make her jealous with her wealth, popularity, and much, much more.  Blaze thought they had been friends… Until the first plot had been fired… Eliza thought it all through carefully, although, it was obvious. Blaze had seen enough movies to figure it out on her own. Blaze had hit Eliza in the cafeteria, expelling her from Ghei.  Master was disappointed. Every night, she flinched when she lay on her scars. Master had whipped her. He always had. Now that he put the necklace on her, she felt something inside, telling her to run. She ignored it. Master loved her, she thought, and I cannot deny truth. Could she really find truth in his words? Now in day, she found his wisdom, not so helpful. Blaze let him clip the necklace around her small neck. “Do you have a real name Master?” she asked politely. She hoped he wouldn’t get mad at that question. “There are things I cannot tell you, my fire. But I can tell you this. Run. I am going to be the one to kill, if you are not strong. If you don’t find freedom, I will find you.” Master sneered.

Blaze could never forgive him for that.

(Not very good. It's old. >.<)

Insanity

It’s perfectly clear. I’ve gone insane. Nothing can change my mind at this point. I guess I have to say that it’s too late to be saved. Too late to go back to sanity. I mean, I’m sitting in the corner, hugging my knees, and mentally singing my favorite song. No normal person does that. To be brutally honest though, I would just love to tear my eyeballs out of my sockets when I hear society talk about what’s trending. Lately, I just don’t give a damn. Isn’t that what a normal person would do? Actually be interested in “Who wore it better” and other non-sense? Back to the point, when I sit here, rocking myself back forth in complete darkness, I go to another world. One that belongs to me. Where I am free to do as I please, when I please.  Memories swim in the rivers, laughter fill the airs, and pudding cups grow on trees. It’s paradise, and oddly looks like Candy Land. I usually sit in front of the pudding cup trees, with my book, and write. About my feelings, but not in diary form. About love, the kind that doesn’t exist in my life. About The Darkness, that takes a vacation when I’m here. When I’ve run out of words to write, I stand up and walk to the river. It replays my favorite memories of my friends and I, laughing at the stupidest of things, watching movies together, sharing secrets. Then, my heart can’t hold it out anymore. It can’t block out the darkness and the river turns black. I start to see the terrible memories I store in the back of my head. I pull away from the river and make a run for it. I can no longer see the river and the Evanescence music begins to play. My breathing slows and I start to squish my palms together. A bed pops into view. I run for it, letting the grass touch my bare feet. I jump onto the mattress and sigh. I close my eyes, curl my toes and listen to the music. I like to stay here, to be away from the over-whelming society, the drama. I peacefully lay on this bed, keep my eyes closed and stay in this world forever.

Hello!

Hi. I'm Renee, if you didn't already know. I guess this post is just to say that I'll be posting stories on here, probably everyday, considering I have nothing else to do. Enjoy as I humiliate myself for as long as I can keep this blog up. By humiliate, I mean post stories. Because I'm not doing anything else on here. Ciao.