Ruined: A Short Story

“Wake up,” that’s what I heard after passing out from all the blows to the face. My vision is blurred I’m trying to stay awake but I lost consciousness; all of a sudden I felt a splash of coldness on my face, and I woke up gasping for air. The man with the deep ominous voice said, “Wakey wakey little man” I replied, “where the h*ll is Mako!” when I was fully aware of where I was, that’s when I started to panic.

One thursday afternoon around 12:30 me and my friends andreas and emily were sitting on on top of the monkey bars at my current school , St. Thomas More talking. Andreas would always jump off the monkey bars to show off to Emily, me and the other girls. We would always watch kind of amazed as Andreas jumped off the monkey bars landing perfectly. He gave us a look as if it was our turn to jump. We ignored him as we made room for Andreas and other girls to come up to sit.

It started like an ordinary Friday night; the school football team unsurprisingly suffered another loss. After dropping a friend home, I began a fateful drive home. Driving through the an unfamiliar neighborhood, I found myself following a black Land Rover. Very suddenly, the SUV stopped. I thought it was strange but I stopped, giving maximum distance between our vehicles. Out of nowhere, the Land Rover jerked backwards, accelerating at me so quickly I could not react. The SUV hit me, tearing off my bumper and denting my hood. From my point of view, it was clear to see

The first time I saw her she was perched on my chair at New Westview High in the English 11 classroom and was twirling a luxurious pair of earbuds around her elegant and slender fingers wrapping them around like whips. Lethal. Pestilent. Yet still there was something about her that was bewitching. She screamed anguished closures and shredded promises. Back then I just had a feeling. One of those nauseating, petrifying feelings but almost addictive when I went near her. She had these black and red beats that were colossal compared to her meagre face but she didn't seem to mind. They kept slipping off her sleek, smooth hair. Why would she have earbuds and headphones? Like what an idiot. Her fingers and feet tapped out the rhythm on the floor.

Corey: Dude! Why have you been ignoring me? And why do you look so down?

He was worn out, his hand hurt badly, and now he had to fight for his life with one of those enormous warriors.

One minute I am driving home, just as I would any other day. In my own little world, jamming out to some Pierce the Veil song that I only get to listen to when I am by myself. I was contemplating on whether I should stop by Wendy’s for a baked potato or not. Instead, I decided to save money and just go on home. In a blink of an eye, though, I turned, against all of my better judgement, in front of some white car and never made it home in one piece. Well, I did, but my car did not.

Have you ever opened a door of a room and the first thing that happens is you get greeted by a tumbling stack of clothes that fall all over you? Well in this room this was the case, it was a complete and utter mess! The odor was intolerable, a mix of aromas filled the air from things like stinky old gym socks from a couple of weeks ago, to used bath towels smelling like wet dog. The stench wasn’t the only thing that was ridiculous, you could barely see the carpet on the floor! In fact half the right side of the room was taken over by gigantic piles of clothes, wrinkled, unwashed, old, dirty, all clothes were just mixed in piles which started at the entrance of the door and were almost reaching the top of the ceiling. It

Minimis desperately wanted to stay in Castellum. He felt so appreciated here, so welcomed. He was sure word had spread about his fight with Maximus, and that he would be ridiculed by the entire kingdom for his actions. His lack of strength, combined with the fearful thoughts of what may lie ahead once he returns home, Minimis considered giving up, and letting the guards put him in prison for stealing the expensive medicine his father so desperately needed. However, he knew that was not an option. He had to complete his mission and save his father.

It was 3017, and life has never gotten this difficult. Ever since the Gem was stolen, our Kingdom has fallen apart. The once tall, magnificent redwood trees protecting wildlife and hope now wither, with its discolored, curling leaves piled on the ground surrounding them. The distant sun situates our kingdom in a bath of darkness most of the day. Now, it was my job to save the kingdom. President Huckleberry, leader of the kingdom, selected me to go on an expedition to retrieve the gem. My eyelids began to shut, when a familiar ring then fills my ears.

Kahlua appears as a 12 year old cult leader. He leads a traveling cult of young girls ages 5 to 20 all virgins. When the girls reach 20 there either killed or are deposited in villages that will accept them. Now don't get the wrong idea. Kahlua is a hella gay mortal. He doesn't like girls. No person B, Mako, shows up and is appalled by his cult (its like a lebian worship thang to Kahlua, with Kahlua sitting on a throne of roses in the middle of it all) and tries to turn his girls against him, only to find that Kahlua's cult is frighteningly loyal and faithful.

Lexie heard the bleeping of her alarm clock in the distance as she awoke from a deep sleep. She turned over on her side and saw the clock read 4:46 am. She turned on her light and her eyes started to water. All she could see was her green and orange walls until her eyes stopped watering. After she stood there for a few moments, she walked over to her dresser and grabbed a shirt and some blue jeans and slipped them on.

They say that I am insane. They say what I saw never happened. The only other witnesses are dead and I didn’t kill them. They say it was me. But it was a man with a face warped by flame. I tried to tell them. They dismissed it. They locked me up and fed me lies. They will be proven wrong. I will find the grotesque man and bring him to light.

Daniel never fully understood why people wore black to funerals, memorials, or even an anniversary to someone's death, until today. It matches how everyone felt inside, cold and dark – Even if you didn't know who had died, you felt the loneliness. Perhaps that's why everyone feels a bit lonely sometimes, perhaps that person they had bumped into at the gas station got into a car accident just down the highway twenty minutes later, or that person you sat next to on the bus was just murdered. You no longer felt their presence.

The car’s headlights are shining in the car and it quickly becomes obvious that the car will not be leaving. Please don’t let it be a killer. Oh my God, Oh my God. We are going to die! They’re going to kill us and then dump our bodies in the woods! Oh my God, Oh my God! That is all I can think. Then, blue lights come on. I heave a sigh of relief before I start thinking oh my God, we are going to jail. Oh my God, oh my God. I wish I were dead instead! Once again I was being a bit dramatic.