K Un-Lun: A Narrative Fiction

“Well, Idris would go with her. Apparently, the merchant offered that, too, and said they had many fine warriors with whom he might train. Ilene said something else about how Anna thought it was a fine opportunity.”

Amy sighed. “Dane, he’s not sick because of you. You know lots of people get sick for other causes.”

"Well I understand that," Gennaro said, "but he should be able to deal with the situation now."

Kathryn regarded Ariana's posture. She wouldn't take no for an answer. She held out her hand. "Let's not fight," she whispered, gently.

“Despite the power of the move, he has no idea where he’s headed. Maybe I can find someway to beat him.”

“Are you sure you don't want to be Phantom?” Star asked. “Danny pulls it off.”

As they swam around they came across a dark, and ominous cave. As they cautiously approached the cave entrance,

                 "Damin you don't stand a chance of beating us. We know every fighting style youknow. But it would be fun to see you try."

He led the way across a dark courtyard, into an even larger cave, set up like a dining hall. The top of his enormous head scraped against a candle-filled lighting fixture that hung from the ceiling. Pictures of dragons dangled against the dark plum-colored cave walls.

“Well,” Ikaika stutters,”when I fell into the cave, I got covered in a mysterious yellow goo that was never classified. I have also been feeling a little weird these past couple of days.”

“I’m sure you do. Why are you here, then?” There was tightness in Jinki’s throat, and he couldn’t think beyond the fear welling inside of

I was standing in front of the cave's entrance. Around the cave, there were seven different signs warning people to keep out. I wonder what could be in there I had a flashlight so might as well go in.

Charlie grasped my chest as Freddie wrapped his arms around my waist, preventing my jump from the ledge into a hundred foot drop to a rock landing. My body had nothing left at that moment, but to fight and slash and scream and pound the earth as if it was my enemy. I fought anything near me. Freddie. Charlie. Myself. I couldn’t control the terror in me. The overwhelming fear ripping from my skin. And the last scream exploding from my body shattered me into a thousand shrapnel, and each piece was grasping for something not

Guin, the small Alabama town I grew up in, was so safe that we walked everywhere–school, church, a friend’s house, the grocery. My family and lifelong friends who are like family live here. Everyone either knows everyone or they know someone who does. My Brother and I would walk to school, which was on the other side of town. In the afternoon, several friends would walk together as we returned to our homes. We did what we called “short cuts” that probably took more time than the regular route. Groups of children in the neighborhood would play games until dark. There was softball, hide and seek, kick ball, or basketball.

“You know I’ll kind of miss her, she was always an easy target, so terrified of us.” Darek snorts.