Scream in the Night“AHHHHHHHH!!” ‘ahhhh’ is a word we use when someone screams. But ‘ahhhhhhh’ doesn’t even begin to describe the horrible, animalistic, pre modern society sound that bubbled up it the young boys’ throat, bursting out at the climax of his nightmare, causing him to sit bolt upright in bed, cold sweat plastering his night shirt to his skin, and calling his sister into his room. She found him on his bed, curled up, with his blanket around his shoulders, rocking slightly. Her feet were barely a whisper as she crept to the edge of his bed, her green eyes and hair luminescent in the moonlight. Resting on
GoneI kneel down in the cold wet sand, letting the surf lap my shins. The wind plays and tugs on my hair and grey wrap, which I pull tighter around my shoulders. For the first time since the accident, when the tears come, I don't wipe them away, I let them fall. It's like he's still here. I can still feel his strong arms around me, his chin on my shoulder. I can still taste his lips on mine, salty like the sea. I raise my hand to my lips, and the fantasy is gone. I look around. The waves have become larger, and storm clouds have began to gather in the sky. The wind says his name in my ear, pulling me towards the edge of the cliff. I walk to the
The Lost Changeling (part 3) **12 years old**Areia's body made a rut where it skidded. She quickly pushed herself up and dug her feet into the ground, painfully sprinting barefoot across the road to her best friend’s house. She knocked – no, more pounded – on the door, praying they were home. Thankfully, Jordan opened the door. “Ariea? What-” she scurried past the half shut door and behind him, her still small hands clutching and his ribs. She could hear her father coming. Jordan closed the door and looked at her. Mud and dirt was all over her clothes, there were several