Sunday, September 23, 2012

Summer Writing Project

So I've been settling into my new dorm (I'm in college now) and I haven't had much time to work on the story. Hopefully it goes up soon :)

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Summer Writing Project 10

"It's kind of really creepy when a teacher pops up behind his students, Mr. Lee." Timothy sighed, relieved to see someone that wasn't out to get him.

"I do my best, Timothy." joked Mr. Lee. "But, let's move on to a more serious topic. It seems that your ability has begun to manifest."

"What?" responded Timothy, rather perplexed with the entire situation.

"Well, the good news is that nothing happened. The slightly bad news is that now everyone is more or less out to get you." replied Mr. Lee.

"What's going on?" questioned Belle.

"Outside of this school, I'm  [INDEX]. That is my ability. Within my head lies the knowledge of every single ability that has been or ever will be. Once I figure out the person's name, what they look like, and how old they are, I can match them to an ability...that is if they have one. Timothy, you are [PERCEPTION]. As for Belle and Matthew, well, I'll tell you two more when it's a more appropriate time."

"What does that even mean?" All three questioned.

"It means I'm going to talk to the two of you later, and Timothy, you have to figure out the own quirks of your own ability. I'm [INDEX], not an instruction manual." replied Mr. Lee.

"Then what were those people doing and why are they here?" Timothy said, more confused than ever.

"Ah, the man that caused the earthquake...he is [TREMOR]. Everyone that has come up to you and said that you were special, Timothy, they are as well. You are going to do great or terrible things in the future, depending on which side you join." Mr. Lee replied calmly.

"Which side he joins?" Matthew inquired.

"Yes, outside of these school walls lies a different world entirely. Well, at least for the four of us. You see, the world can be divided with a very thin line: people that 'are' and people that 'are not'. People you call regular are the 'are not's. People like us, well, we 'are'. The people like us live vastly different lives than the people that are normal. Within the people that 'are', there lies two factions: The Right, and The Free." Mr. Lee said.

"So you're telling us that the world we know as of now, isn't the real world? Are we trapped in a fake world?" Belle said, with a slight hint of worry in her tone.

"This world around you is not fake. It's just not the whole picture." Mr. Lee replied.

"Then what is the whole picture?" Timothy questioned.

"That's for you to see, [PERCEPTION]." Mr. Lee smiled as he said this. "Now pardon me, but I have a class to teach."

Mr. Lee left the gymnasium.

"He should have been called 'confuse the heck out of us' instead of [INDEX]." Timothy responded.

"Well, what did you expect?" Lily said from behind the group.

The three friends jumped in surprise.

"People have got to stop popping out from behind us." Matthew exclaimed.

"Sorry about that, it's just so much more fun to scare the three of you." Lily chuckled. "Anyways, the point of all this commotion that I caused was to sway you to The Free faction. I belong to The Free. Trust me, it's so~ much better than The Right." Lily said.

"How can we trust you?" Belle inquired.

"You can't....or you just have to." replied Lily.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Summer Writing Project

Sorry for the no post this week, college is keeping me rather busy. There will be a post this week though. Sorry about that guys.

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Summer Writing Project 9

There was no one in the gymnasium. No one but Timothy, Belle, and Matthew. They looked around nervously.

"The intercom said the gymnasium right? We're not in the wrong place, right?" Belle said uncomfortably.

"Last I checked, it did." Matthew responded, unsure of himself.

"Hey Timothy, nice meeting you here."

The group turned around to see Lily next to a guy with hair covering his face, with an expression of boredom on his face. He wore wrinkled clothes and slouched.

"Oh, how nice of you to bring your friends as well. I'm sure they don't mind if I borrow you right now." Lily smiled deviously.

"And who are---" Belle said as she fell to the ground along with Matthew. Both of them hit the floor with a clunk. Timothy quickly checked both of their pulses: Alive.

What just--

"Don't worry about your friends, they're just asleep. Much like the rest of the school." Lily chuckled.


"Oh, forgive my manners. He's James. He doesn't talk too much. More importantly, Timothy, has anyone ever told you that you're special?"

"Okay, if this is some elaborate plot to ask me out, it's starting to freak me out. I'm just saying." Timothy said.

Lily responded with a light-hearted chuckle. "No silly, I mean has Mr. Lee told you anything?" Lily questioned.

"Mr. Lee? He said he had something to tell me earlier, but I mean he teaches my class. Why? Was he supposed to tell me something?" Timothy was confused.

The ground beneath them shook.

"Seriously? I guess we'll have to cut this short then. See you in your dreams!" Lily said as she raced off with James. Almost immediately after they left Matthew and Belle got up.

"What just happened?" Matthew said groggily.

"I honestly don't know, but from the looks of it, it's going to get much worse." Timothy replied.

"What do you mean?" Belle said, half-aware of what was going on.

"Well, see for yourself." Timothy replied.

Timothy pointed across the gymnasium. A tall, lumbering man was standing, not looking too happy. The man placed his hands on the ground. The instant he placed his hands on the ground, a massive earthquake shook the ground beneath the group. The group fell over themselves from the suddenness and strength of the quake. 

-Enough. Return back to headquarters.-

The tall, lumbering man turned around and left the gymnasium.

"What was his problem?" Matthew questioned.

"I don't know. I think the more important question was how the heck did he manage to cause an earthquake." Timothy responded.

"Actually, I think the most important question was why did he just shake the ground and leave." Belle stated.

"It's rather quite simple. His objective wasn't to do any harm. He was here on a mission to gather information." said someone behind the three of them.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Summer Writing Project 8

"What the heck?" Timothy inquired.

"The transformer blew out in the circuitry, I'm guessing it's and aftereffect of that earthquake earlier." Belle responded.

"I think now would be the perfect time to check those records." Matthew said.

"But why would we check the records now, when you can just go check them later?" Timothy questioned.

"What fun would that be? Besides, this way if there is in fact a Lily at our school, you can identify the picture right?" Matthew responded.

Matthew grabbed Belle and Timothy's hands and broke into a sprint. Just when Matthew was about to collide with someone, Timothy managed to divert their course. This process happened repeatedly. The group managed to reach their destination, the records room, without bumping into anyone.

"How'd you do that? Can you see through the darkness?" Belle was the puzzled one this time.

"Not exactly, I just kind of knew where everyone was." Timothy replied.

"More importantly, how did you know where the records room was?" Matthew inquired. "Only Student Council members and staff know how to get to this room."

"I don't know, I guess I had a feeling?" Timothy responded.

The door had no label on it, not even a room number. Matthew motioned to unlock the door, but the door groaned open.

"Well, that's really creepy." Matthew joked.

"It's not funny, you know I scare easily." Belle said nervously.

"Relax, it's not like there's going to be an ax murderer inside our records room." Matthew replied nonchalantly as he walked into the room.

Matthew turns to see a figure of a large hulking person.

The person barrels through Matthew and out the door, pushing Belle and Timothy aside.

"At least he wasn't an ax murderer." Timothy joked as he helped Matthew up.

"Very funny. Now let's get a look at the records and get out." Matthew groaned.

"I would love to, but it seems that the guy before didn't want to share." Timothy replied.

Where the cabinets of records would be stood a pile of smashed cabinets. The papers that were scattered all across the floor were torn or ripped, and the information could not be scavenged. The room was a mess, to say the least.

"We might want to get out of here before someone comes in here and gets the wrong impression." Belle noted.

"Sounds like a plan." Matthew and Timothy chimed in unison.

As the group walked down the hallway corridor, hand in hand because the lights haven't come back on yet, Belle posed a question: "Why would anyone want to steal our records?"

"Beats me. It's not like there's any super secret stuff in there right?" Timothy replied.

"Well, at least when I looked there wasn't." Matthew responded.

The lights whirred back on, with quite a bit of flickering. The intercom came back on: "All students please report to the gymnasium as soon as possible. Thank you." The voice on the intercom sounded anxious and unsettled.

"One good thing after the other." Timothy joked.

"Now why would they want us to go to the gymnasium after the lights came on?" Belle questioned.

"Beats me, though I guess we'll find out soon enough" Matthew replied.

The group went to the gymnasium.

Several feet behind the group, someone blended into the crowd was watching them. The person received a text message: Keep an eye on them.

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Summer Writing Project 7

Timothy realized he had been staring for a while.

" there something on my face?" the mystery girl inquired.

Timothy tripped over his words.

"I...I...I don't know how to say this...I mean..."

"Calm down, take a deep breath and start again." she replied.

Timothy let out a sigh.

"I think, well this is kind of awkward, but I think I saw you in my dream." Timothy shifted nervously.

She raised her eyebrow and let out a slight chuckle.

"I didn't think people still used that line."

Timothy turned bright red.

"I..I didn't mean-" Timothy stammered.

At this point, the mystery girl couldn't help but smile.

"Chill, I was just kidding. My name is Lily. What's yours?"

"I'm Timothy."

The earthquake came to an end, and the intercom turned on and blared that everyone should return to class (now that break was over).

"Well, it was nice meeting you Timothy. I'll see you around." and with that she dashed out of the room.

Timothy left the room, and went to his next class. He didn't see Belle nor Matthew on the way to class. It didn't help that Alex was in his next class, but Timothy barely noticed Alex's presence. The only thing that occupied Timothy's mind was Lily. It didn't help that she was unbearably cute. There were so many unanswered questions about this girl. Class was over in an instant because thoughts of Lily occupied Timothy's time despite all the pestering Alex did. Timothy left the classroom still in his daydream.


That voice sounds awfully familiar.

Timothy turned around to see an upset Belle and a nonchalant Matthew.

"Where'd you go?" Belle inquired.

"I went to this room when the earthquake happened, and met up with the girl from my dream." Timothy replied.

"Just because she called you cute, doesn't mean she's into you man." joked Matthew.

"That's not what I mean. Her name is Lily. You guys ever heard of a Lily going to our school?"

"Okay, not to brag or anything, but I've met everyone in our school. I haven't heard of a Lily coming to our school. Unless she transferred today, but even then I would have met her." Matthew replied.

"Can you check the records for me Matthew?"

"Sure, no biggie."

"That doesn't explain why you ditched us and ran away with some girl." replied Belle, who sounded a little hurt.

"Okay here, follow me. We went to this room right around the corner-." Timothy said as he turned the corner.

There was no room. To be more precise, there was no door.

"I swear, it was right here. I took a left right at that corner, and walked right into a room right here." Timothy quizzically stated.

"But as you can tell, there is no door." Belle said as she gave Timothy a funny look.

Suddenly, all the lights in the school go out.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Summer Writing Project 6

"So you had a dream about a girl falling on top of you, and the ground caved in. What's the big deal?" asked Belle.

"You obviously did not listen to me very well. The dream didn't just happen once, or at least I don't think it did." replied Timothy.

"Well, other than the repetitions and all, it's not like anything was out of the blue, right?" questioned Matthew.

"Actually, I think the girl that fell on me is somewhere in this school. I mean, I think she was in my class because...well, I guess intuition or something." said Timothy.

"It's common for outside factors to affect one's dreams. That's why people end up in their rooms sometimes when they're dreaming. You could have seen her right before you slept, which could explain why she was in your dream." Belle presumed.

"I guess you have a point-" Timothy responded.

The floor rocked and lurched. Items and belongings fell off of tables. Matthew, Belle and Timothy gave each other nervous looks. The intercom turned on.

"We are experiencing an earthquake. This is not a drill. Please follow appropriate protocol. Duck and cover." the person on the intercom stated with a nervous urgency.

The students began to freak out. They ran in every direction, hoping to find some shelter. The group was split up in all the commotion. Out of nowhere, a girl bumped into Timothy and they both fall over. There's the quaint smell of incense. He got up and offered his hand to help her up. She looked up at him, took the hand and a smile spread across her face. She dragged him along as she ran. They came to a intersection, and she paused, wondering which way was the correct one.

"Go left." Timothy said with a hint of panic in his voice.

Why did I just say that?

She turned to look at Timothy, and a slight chuckle came out of her mouth. She smiled and nodded. They break into a sprint.

They come across an open room, and they dash inside. They both end up under the same table as the earth continued to shake. They end up face to face. Timothy finally gets a good look at her: short black hair, brown with a hint of green in her eyes, rosy lips.

"Hey." she said, trying to catch her breath.

The smell of incense lingered in the air. All Timothy did was let a smile spread across his face.

It couldn't have "just" been a dream.