There is a place in which nobody goes. A place in which the living are never home. A place where the dead roam. Its a place where you will be all alone until someone comes to bring you home.
Explosions sound in the background. The girl looks up with a scowl on her face. They’ve interrupted her reading. She gets up just in time to watch another building blow up, debree blows into her face. She doesn’t even put up her hand to prevent it from colliding with her face. Groaning, she walks away farther as she’s been doing each time the explosions get closer.
“Hey, make them farther away, that was a good reading spot!” She calls out up above her.
The black creature nods and makes its way to the other creatures to pass along what their master has just told them.
Once I get back home I’m exhausted. That is definitely enough interaction for one day. I jump onto my couch. Its nice to be distracted from thinking of him for a while. I turn on the television and watch random crime shows. Then the telephone rings. In an unsually happy mood I walk over and its the girl from church.
“Hi! Uh I was wondering, if you wanted to come over from a bbq on Wednesday?” She asks uncertainly.
“Sure, its not like I’m doing anything on Wednesday” I say
When I get to her house its only her and what I’m assuming is her boyfriend’s car parked in the driveway. She says her boyfriend is nice. When I ring the doorbell she opens the door almost immediately with tears in her eyes.
“Please don’t hate me but I lied to you” she says.
I shift uncomfortably.
“I don’t really have a boyfriend, I was just trying to fit in a little until I could tell you” she infrorms me.
“What are you trying to get at?” I ask her.
“I have…. a girlfriend” she says looking at the ground.
I respond immediately “that’s okay!” I say truthfully.
She breathes a sigh of relief and invites me in then tells me the whole story.
“I joined the church because I like the religion but I didn’t think about it being against gays or lesbians. So when I invited people to the barbeque I planned to tell everyone. I only told you about the boyfriend thing. So when they found out they freaked out. Apparently they’re totally against gays and lesbians. I guess I just didn’t think about everything before I made the plans. Its just that they seemed SO nice! But now they hate me completely!” She finishes out of breath with tears in her eyes.
I feel horribly for her. What a horrible thing to happen, everyone just being against you because you like something different.
“Well I don’t hate you” I say.
“Okay well we have lots of food” she says, twirling around with her hand up.
We head into the kitchen and I meet her girlfriend Maddie.
“April where’d you put the remote?” Maddie asks.
“Oh, uh, top of the tv I’m pretty sure” April says back.
“So what’s your full name?” I ask.
“April Ann Arlington” she replies smiling, “my parents thought it’d be cute to have all the A’s, yours?”
“Jillian Marie Turner” I reply.
She nods, “that’s a nice name.”
“Thanks, so is yours” I say.
Once I leave April’s house I can’t help but wonder what its gonna be like for her with the whole church kind of turned against her. I mean there are only like five people that don’t go to that church. Everyone knows each other. Word is definitely going to spread fast.
This morning I was wondering, what do my readers like that I write best? Paranormal? Romance? Humor? Maybe any sort of specific title? I was just wondering this morning. If anyone wants to answer, feel free to. Its probably another question in my life that won’t be answered but hey its worth a try :).
After Pearl Harbor, they knew the Americans had it. The documents and cures to the incurable. Everything that mattered most to our government was in that safe, and the Japanese had found it.
So I clicked on that Inspiration thing just for funzies and when I saw that safe that was the idea I thought of. I don’t know if it’s good or not but it was my first thought.
Should I continue or not?
There wasn’t a day she didn’t think about him. It was pretty much 24/7, I mean it was only her in that small house of her’s. She even dreams about him. The dreams were great, they were together once again, and he was okay. Totally fine. But those were dreams, the reality of everything was that he wasn’t coming back for a long time. Maybe not ever. No. She refused to think he wouldn’t come back. He knew how to take care of himself, he was out there serving his country just like he wanted to. But sometimes, there was that sliver of thought that made her think. What would I do if he wasn’t ever going to be here by my side? They’re supposed to be getting married when he comes home. The engagement ring glitters on her thick fingers. She never liked her fingers, or the huge hands they were attached to, but he didn’t seem to mind, and that was good enough for her. She moves automatically to the dryer after it beeps, grabs the clothes, and tosses them into the pale green hamper.
Waves lap against the rocks, mist shoots up as an effect of the impact. The smell of the ocean, the feel of the grainy sand. Everything about it is peaceful for me. I inhale the beautiful scent and lay out the blanket onto the beach. My body begins to relax after I lay on the blanket.
I get up slowly after an hour of napping, the clouds block the sun, there is only a faint bit of light although it is two o’clock. Wind blows and a chill sweeps over me. Goosebumps form on my skin.
The scream breaks the peaceful silence, the scream must have woken me up. I sprint over to the water where a small child flops her arms around aimlessly. I run to the freezing water. Why in the world would she be in the water when it’s this cold! I wonder.
I call out to the eight year old girl. I tell her I’m coming to her aid.
Ignore the temperature of the water.
I swim as fast as I can to the spot in which she is. I see her there, and for a moment she goes completely still, but she’s still afloat. She smiles, revealing her sharp teeth. In an instant pain fills my whole body and I’m limp in the water. For just a moment I see the supposed girl as she swims away with her black scaly tail flopping behind her.
Sirens sound behind me and I slip out of consciousness.
“Can you hear me ma’am?” He asks me.
I move my arm slightly.
“We’ll need to take her to the hospital, load her onto the stretcher.” He tells others in the water.
As I’m being taken to shore, I can feel their eyes on me. Their beady black eyes with dead yellowish skin pulled tight. Fangs, sharp nails and bony fingers greet me in my dreams later in the night.
I wasn’t supposed to survive, and they’ll make sure I don’t. Telling anyone else won’t be possible since my vocal chords are gone. So I’ll just lay here in my hospital bed, with its scratchy sheets, and I’ll say goodbye to everything I’ve ever known. My family will come to visit me, their salty tears will sting their eyes as well as mine, because it seems its just too soon to say goodbye. As we bid adieu I can’t help but think, fairytale creatures like mermaids and fairies, aren’t what they seem.