Lunabelle's Explosion: A Narrative Fiction

“Hello girls! Thank you both so very much for helping me. It is greatly appreciated!” Demeter exclaimed.

The reporter stated on 03/14/16, Xena was brought to the clinic by her mother and father. According to the reporter, the child had a fever of 103.7; Xena was very irritable and vomiting. The reporter stated after several tests were ran, the results came back okay. Because the child’s pediatrician had concerns there may be something more, arrangements were made to have the child transported by ambulance to Blair Batson. Ms. Davidson stated both parents were compliant with needed treatment. Per the reporter, witnesses told her while putting Xena into the ambulance, an unknown family member drove up, took the child out of the ambulance, put her in the car, and drove off. The reporter stated she was also told that the relative may have gotten into

Luna Christopher mumbles incoherent profanities under her breath, sinking into the edge of her torn motel bed.

Maeve struggled to keep her breathing even. She flicked the weapon safety on and slowly lowered it as Jimmy shouted his warning. The pause seemed to take an eternity. A clatter of metal on stone rang across the yard. She tilted her head back to look at the dark form of the man, David. His crass words made her ears burn. Worse than that were the names he called out. Who were these people? More members of these families Jimmy had spoken of?

Lydia awoke in an unfamiliar place. She touched her head but immediately pulled it away when she felt the soft texture of bandages on her forehead. She shivered as a small draft passed over her skin. She looked down and noticed... She was wearing barely anything. She panicked, scrambling to wrap the blanket around her body.

Her mother Silver, and her father Shadow, are alphas of the Northern pack. Luna loved to play with other wolf pups in her pack. Luna had a cousin named Trace who was the daughter of the betas, Lily and Falcon. As pups they roamed around in the snow, imagining they were on an adventure, running, bouncing on frozen plants pretending they were snowshoe hares. “This is fun,”said Luna happily. “I know,”said Trace. Just as Trace finished, they herd Silver howl, “Luna, Trace time for dinner.” They howled back in response “coming.” As they got back, they saw a piece of deer meat that was saved for them. They laid down and ate. When they were done, it was getting late, and Silver told them to go to the den with her. When were in the den, Shadow, Falcon,

Not knowing what they needed me to do at 9:30 p.m. I sat silently waiting to be instructed to do a task my aged grandpa couldn’t do and my strong, packed father couldn’t do either due to his passion of making me into the second Brick Neaderthall. I nervously stared at the bottom of our old, rugged boat when suddenly, my grandpa and dad reach their soft, wrinkly hands for a little blue box with joyful bows tied around the top that was hidden in the left corner of the bench leg.

“No!” Audra rushed to Owena’s side. “I should have said something earlier. I am here to see you’re let go.”

“It’s not your fault, ok?” Anderson said, his voice still shaky. “But listen to me, you have to get out of here.”

"You don't need to do this, Claudius." She said weakly. Her energy were visibly depleting. This was my only alternative.

One early morning, other sloth was going to a dog a park. Her kids hated it there. For that reason was the smell of dog breath. Kids! , yelled the sloth. I’m going to the park.

Sabra crossed her arms. “Get to it then, we don’t want to waste any time.”

"Sure, Aria can find her own way home, I guess." If she wanted to party who am I to stop her. I doubted she would want to go home yet and I was not going to wait for her. She'll be fine, she's a big girl, she can handle herself. Right?

“Well, hurry up, it’s urgent and it can’t wait for long.” He comes rushing down the brown, rough, tiled stairs.

“Well, well, this is a fine mess, huh?” Teena surveyed the divot in the side of the tree with pensive curiosity. She bit her lip while poking her fingers into the still smoldering cavity.