Jared And Zhumslinburg: A Short Story

"Well, well. What brings you here Wyce? Come to join in on the fun again?"

After all of that we we’re getting on the plane. We found our sets and sat in them and buckled up we were ready for our flight. Were on a plane I was really excited about the trip, when we took off it was going down the runway faster and faster then all of a the sudden the plane was going up off the ground then we were in the sky floating forward. Then the plane was going fast whenever I looked out the window everything on land and not in the air looked tiny it was an amazing site from up above. It felt like we were flying with the birds.

Max just nods, like she doesn’t believe her, but she wants to. “Where are we going?”

One night as I was walking back home from work, I heard a scream coming from a nearby house. I did not pay much attention to it until, I started to hear it more often. I was curious about what was going on inside the house, so I approached the house where the scream was coming from. I looked

“You can sleep at my place. It’s better than the damaged spacecraft of yours.” Malia offered.

“Daydreaming of other places helps pass the time, Cousin, but you must also watch for signs of an impending invasion.”

“That doesn’t matter, what matters is that you have a set of skills that may prove useful to us.”

“Of course,” she replies looking up at the guards as she waves her hand. They both suddenly get a daydreamy look to their eyes and head off toward the village

I shuffled and lowered my body parallel to the border, knowing that no patrols would stop by at this time of day. My eyes began to water and I let out a shaky gasp as my voice rasped, "Oh Starclan, what am I suppose to do?" Distress poured out of my voice, as I wrapped my tail around my paws.

“Yeah, kind of figured that out by the name, but I believe I know the place you’re talking about.”

I noticed that my window had been open, though I know I had closed it. It must have been my mom or dad who opened it for fresh air for me. I went to close my window when I felt the strange feeling that someone was watching me. I just brushed it off as just nothing and went back to bed. That’s when I heard like someone was breathing inside my closet. I sat up to see what it was, and almost had a heart attack. There staring back at me were two dark devilish-like eyes that never blinked. Then a large smile appeared from his face.

I was talking to Peter, and he said we were going somewhere tonight, somewhere I knew, but I couldn’t think what it was. It was time we were getting on the ship, like everything in Neverland that was magical, well guess what? This ship was magical, it flew! Anyways we’re on our way to where ever I knew , which I didn’t. So we took off, I went to the side of the huge magical ship and looked down below to see where we were. I seen to what looked like street lights, I took a wide look around and then I

“Well, it was. You’ll understand once I will tell you the reason why you are here at the moment, my dear.” he quickly said, as if that was the answer he was waiting for.

Lying in bed in the middle of the night while sleep eludes me, a noise breaks through the silence. Oh my God! What was that!? Maybe it was just my imagination, or maybe it was just the house settling. There it is again! I must be hearing things. I get cold and my body starts to shiver uncontrollably. I peek to where the sound comes from and I could swear I see something through the dark room; it appears even darker than the surrounding area. Oh my! I think it just moved. My breathing becomes labored and I pull the covers over my head, trying to calm myself down while making my brain work through what just happened. Was I dreaming? Or did I just see a ghost?

When I stepped into the large neatly organized white polished plane, I never though something would go wrong. I woke up and found myself on an extremely hot bright sunny desert island filled with shiny soft bright green palm trees containing rough bright yellow hard felt juicy apples. The simple strong plane I was in earlier shattered into little pieces of broken glass and metal when crashing onto the wet slimy coffee colored sand and burning with red orange colored flames. After my realization to this heart throbbing incident I began to run pressing my eight inch footsteps into the wet squishy slimy light brown sand looking in every direction with my wide open eyes filled with confusion in search of other survivors. After finding four