The Thief of Always: Ch 4-7 (Part 2)

The Thief of Always Chapter 4 - 7 Prompts (Part 2)

Prompt #4
I walked through the building, surveying for any signs of life that would threaten mine. Nothing set of warning, making me exhale with relief. I lowered my gun that now served no immediate purpose and tucked it into the waistband of my jeans for save keeping. Now that I could get comfortable, I studied the different rooms in the abandoned building. The first room was just an office with a desk shattered to pieces across the floor and a dusty old computer in the corner; once so useful and almost essential to life, now completely and utterly useless thanks to the end of organized civilization. I shut the door on that room, mentally marking it useless. The next two rooms consisted of empty shelves and dressers with drawers half open. Judging by my findings so far, the people that lived here got out in time. They packed and left in a hurry, escaping right before they came crawling into our world. If they were still breathing is another question I will never know the answer to.

I searched every room but one. The closed door was covered with posters of countless people and things. A band dressed in black and leather looked oddly friendly next to a Polaroid picture of a baby. I slowly and hesitantly entered the room. Light from the setting sun showered through the sheer white curtains. Unlike the other rooms, this one wasn't emptied out. The walls were a pale pink with abstract swirls of magenta. More posters covered the wall above a desk that was littered with books and office supplies. My breath got caught in my throat when I saw the Geometry textbook. This room belonged to a child.

I ignored the sad feeling in my stomach and continued searching the room. A guitar hung from a hook on the wall. Multiple purses and bags hung from the doorknob to what I guessed was a closet. At least seven books were piled on a small table next to the four-poster bed. The pale pink curtains were all closed, concealing something laying on the bed.

I cautiously opened the curtain closest to me. I gasped for breath and stumbled backwards at the sight. The curtain remained open, still showing me the body of a dead girl.

The Thief of Always: Ch 4-7

The Thief of Always Chapter 4 - 7 Prompts

Prompt #2

This was the place where I last saw them, the hill on the outskirts of town. It was a little after midnight and the moon projected its milky blue glow upon the group, making them mere silhouettes against it. They were all standing in a circle, smiling and chatting under the twinkling stars without a care in the world. I had difficulty sneaking out that night so I was running late. I jogged through the maze called our neighborhood until I reached the base of the hill. I saw the silhouettes; I remember smiling when my eyes first landed on them. I trekked up the hill. Once I reached the top they all turned with smiles that made their eyes glow and wrinkle at the corners. Then the ground started to shake and the smiles faded. We all tried to stay firmly planted on our feet, but all failed. We all tumbled down the hill and towards the lake at the bottom. I could sense our fear as we rolled uncontrollably down the slope to the forbidden water; the place we were specifically told to never go near. But nothing could save us from the murky water. One by one we splashed into the unused water. The water was so thick that ripples were nonexistent; we entered the darkness silently.

I swan ashore the moment I was able to. When I looked back, no one was following me. But then my dear Masie emerged with a gasp. She struggled through the water, calling to me for help. I was about to drive back into the water when something pulled her under. Splashes and screams muffled by the disgusting water came from the place she went under. I tried to reach for her, but she was too far out. Suddenly her violent splashes and distressed calls ceased, and I was the only one left in silence. I waited for someone else to emerge, for any sign of life. But nothing came. I called 911 and waited, unmoved, right on the shore. I knew someone or something did this to my friends. I promised them I would find out. And I would destroy it.

Fears

I have just recently decided to post tonight. I don't know why, I just am...

Anyways, I wanted to talk about fears. It is a very common thing since... since forever. I don't think any one is truly fearless. I think we have fears that are kept hidden deep into our minds that we don't even know exist. For example, I don't think I am afraid of birds, but you never know...

I promise I'm not trying to freak you out, but it gets you thinking right?

My fears are pretty straight forward; I have four major fears that basically haunt me. I have been afraid of spiders and snakes ever since I can remember. I was probably just born with those. I am also terrified of thunder. I know, I know it's childish, but I have a reason! I feel like the universe is made at me or something. So whenever there is a thunder storm, I climb into bed and curl up into a ball until it's over... Okay, maybe I don't necessarily do that but sometimes I do!

Lastly, I have the worst stage fright you could possibly imagine. Some say that they get extremely nervous before they go on stage to sing in front of a sold out stadium or right before the curtain rises on opening night of the play they're staring in. But with me, the nerves never stop. Throughout the entire performance, whether it's a simple class presentation or a crowd full of strangers, I am terrified of messing up. 

This is my brain: Okay, you can do this. It'll be  piece of cake. Oh god, there's a lot of people... and they're all starring at me. Why are they starring?? Does my hair look okay? Is there something in my teeth? Am I naked?! OH GOD!!

Sad right?

HOWEVER, I do not frown upon  my fears. And you shouldn't either. We are all afraid of something, whether it's something as simple as an animal or something really deep like rejection. But, hey, when you're terrified of going on an airplane, I'm right next to you, shaking in my boots about having to talk to you at some point on the flight. We're all the same. We all have different fears and phobias but we react in the same way. So you're not alone in the least.

Wow! That just got all deep and inspirational! Hope this helped you or made you laugh. (It's okay if you laughed, by the way; I laughed too :D). Here's you're challenge: post you're fears in the comments below. I won't judge:)

Sincerely,
Wonderland

PS- tell me if there is any typos please (insert cute monkey emoji)

Age of Miracles and Public Education

Yay! First post! Hi peoples!

It's crazy to know that you- yes you right there- are reading my words off of the world wide web. Weird right?

Anyways, let me give you a summary of what is going to be on this blog. I'm a ninth grade creative writing major at School of the Arts. This means I will constantly be blogging about reading and writing. I love to read contemporary novels and a sprinkle of fantasy here and there. I love John Green, Veronica Roth, A.S. King, Ellen Hopkins, this list goes on and on and on.

Right now, for example, I am reading The Age of Miracles by Karen Thompson Walker. This novel follows a middle schooler name Julia who, writing in past tense, looks back on the time when the rotation of the earth started to slow, also known as the slowing. I'm currently on chapter 12 and it's... interesting. To be honest, I'm starting to get scared that the slowing might actually happen. I guess that means the novel has had an impact on me...??

Now this is obviously an abrupt transition but I really need to talk about this. I want to talk about Public Education. You have probably heard about this on the news about every other day for months now but all those reports are missing something. Let me ask you this: do any of the countless newspapers give a student's opinion? None in my city.

Where I live is one of the worst school districts in the state, let alone the country. That is not my personal opinion, blame the surveys. Even though my school has the highest graduation rate in the city, it's still a mess. We're on the state's watch list and our classes are constantly being observed by representatives from the state or the district. The Education department, or who ever is in charge, think these observations and surveys are going to help but they're 100% wrong.

But wait! Here's a brilliant idea! How about we listen to the people who are learning in those classrooms and the people who are really affected by the school's education quality. Do you sense the sarcasm? Good.

I have told countless teachers and classmates about this idea and they support it. Then they say "but..." and my heart sinks because I know what they're going to say; it's the same every time. They say, "But the state and district think you're unreliable." Unreliable!? Give me a break!!! How are the students unreliable?? We're the ones that are suppose to benefit from public education so are we unreliable!?!?!?

I have accepted the fact that change probably isn't going to happen while I'm still in high school. The real reason I want to do this is for the kids I babysit and tutor after school because they need and deserve a better education for when they're going through the system themselves.

Okay, okay, my rant is over. This my personal opinion and it's 100% okay if you don't agree. I just needed to get my voice out and into the world.

I know I'm not the only one that feels like this. So if anyone reads this, get those fingers tapping across that keyboard and comment your opinion.

Sincerely,

Wonderland

PS- tell me if there is any typos please (insert cute monkey emoji)