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I swayed on my feet as a pounding headache threatened to make me keel over. I blinked. The scene before me was confusing. Seven people were sat on big metal chairs. Almost like thrones.
Martin shuffled to his feet un co- ordinativly, his heart was still racing from his nightmare. As he reached for his water bottle, just about to unscrew the cap, rustling noises disturbed him.
Right now I am having a conversation with you. How have you been. That's exactly what I was expecting to hear and I sure am glad I heard it.
There's a knock at the door. I try to appear normal after my discovery of the strange box. I open the door to answer to noone. Hmmmm, thats weird.
My body screamed in agony, as I tried to lift my head, the foul stench of what seems to be dustbins hit me, the nausea rose up and the contents of last night’s dinner appeared before me.
How long had it been. There was no way of knowing. Odin. Why did that word keep coming back to her. Who was he. And how was she sure that Odin was a he.
"One two... Do you copy. I repeat, do you copy. Over." A light crumple of forest leaves rustled as Sergeant Martin threw his talkie down on the floor.
1/2 Gloomy. The boy could only think of one word to describe the day, and it fitted perfectly. The sky above shone a dark silver, clouds encompassing every corner of the horizon.
I peered in and saw a plush car seats and a screen in front blocking the view to the driver.
Grace stared up at us she looked very relieved and also slightly worried. Lucie grabbed the ledge and sprang down and bent her knees as she landed. Jack did the same and so did I.
It’s quarter to eleven. We should get some sleep” said Esme breaking the silence. “Yeah okay. See you in the morning” I replied. Esme gave a smile and a nod and climbed into bed. I did the same.
It's an odd feeling, hearing things you aren't meant to hear, seeing things you aren't meant to see. You don't understand whether it is reality or imagination.
I couldn't believe it. I wasn't seeing straight, I couldn't have been. Why was there a different face looking back at me. One that nobody else could see.
I wake up. Wiping my blurry eyes of sleep, I get up and start getting dressed. As I open my door, I see a small bowl of water along with a note in beautiful handwriting: I CAN HOLD MY BREATH FOREVER.
I sat on my bed, picked up the note. I struggled to read the hand writing. It said "Dear Alisha...
We can't sleep through that awful sound. Bang bang bang. It goes again. I check is it the shed. Did the lock break. Is it the garden gate. It has been doing that of late.
I sat on my bed in the corner of the room. With my favorite t-shirt and cozy sweat pants on, I couldn't wait to get some sleep. Chris sat on his bed on the other side of the room.
Once I was diving in an ocean, blue as azure. On the lid it said only one word: Mystery.
I was a man with a magnificent plan. I was going to die. That was my plan. Fuck it, I'll just go out with a bang. Screw it, I don't need to be told a thing. Shut the fuck up, and kiss my royal ring.
I ran home as quickly as I could. I didn't understand what was happening. Were those people real. I had no idea what they wanted me for.
OMG...
"Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?" "Not you." "What?. How could you!. Who could be any fairer than I?!" "Ummm, everyone." "tear!" "Haha, Terra you make me laugh.
Her stare felt strong, did she know who I was. Her eyes were dark, spark-less like an abandoned attic. I ran, panicked, I didn't know what to do.
Brian's perspective --------- Oh dang it.