The Help

It's been awhile but I guess I'm back... This is really late the entry was in October but I've been really busy and I found this email from myself (wow I haven't checked my email in EVER) and it reminded me so here it is... Enjoy. :) 

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He had seen the boat. He hadn’t been sure at first, but now, through the choppiness of the waves and illuminated by the dying sun, he knew for a fact he had seen it. It wasn’t bigger than a rowboat-must of have been a lifeboat; anyone out fishing or sailing for pleasure would have been indeed very mad, he thought as the spray crashed upon the rocks on the shore before they withdrew and, with another upheaval, rolled its self and unleashed  the tremendous force upon the occupants of the boat. No the boats occupants must have been forced into the lifeboat; he could tell they were very experienced with the sea as they maneuvered their tiny craft in and over the dark, unfaltering waves. They had fighting nature’s fury due to an unlucky fate.

He had barely noticed the others join him in watching the boat, nor did he pay them any heed. These tourists wouldn’t be of much help, and he regarded them with disdain, coming to watch, for their own selfish entertainment, the poor souls on the boats’ struggle.

This man had lived on this portion of the Florida shoreline his entire life, he knew that in order to survive they need to come to shore here; anywhere else would be foolish. The man removed his coat in order to signal them, waving it to and fro, very similar to the motion of the much-abused boat. He swung his coat for what seemed like hours, trying to get them to realize that this was, indeed, as good as it would get for miles.

He could tell though that they did not understand. They made a start for the rocky beach, but turned around upon seeing it. He stood watching them- willing them through brainwaves to comprehend- but they remained within the grey waves until the light faded and he could see no more.

The next day, the man read about an oilers' death not 5 miles from his home. He couldn't help his tears as he read of the death of man he had never really known.

Old Man

HI! I've been swamped with work or I would have been doing all the Flash Fiction Challenges -__-" But of course I'm only a high schooler so yeah... Here my entry! 

Old Man
The music glides along with the wind,
Across the darkened sky
Almost, Almost as though it were a bird.
The light burns in the dark room
As the Old Man sat in wait
For the love that was lost long ago.
The old house sit stop a hill,
The gravel crunches ever so softly
And an owl whispers near by.
Nothingness is quite the Monster
And fumbles on through the land.
The Old Man rocks slightly back and forth
And he slowly closes his eyes,
He slips into a land of dreams and
She slowly walks in time.
Taking the Old Man by his hand,
They begin to embrace
Walking out the doorway,
Floating out like a feather.
Old Man looks back at him,
And realizes with quiet a fright
But She caresses his hand 
And looks into his eyes.
The music glides along with the wind,
Across the darkened sky.

Photo by Hilary Klaine

All the Memories

photo by Drew Hoffman

It was moving day. Jennifer had been dreading this day for a month. As she sat on top of a box that held all of her clothes, she tried not to cry. She had spent weeks crying herself to sleep, ever since her parents had told her and her siblings the news.
She had known that it was because her parents couldn’t afford to keep the house with all the warm, cozy rooms. They had been sitting down in the living room last month staring at the bills for hours before they said they had to move. But she loves the house with the winding staircase that carried her up to the attic bedroom. Jen had four other siblings, and they were all sharing rooms, so Jen, being the middle child, had volunteered to sleep in the attic. She didn’t mind much and she quite enjoyed living up there. It was an escape she needed from reality, a good place to go when you didn’t want to be found. She could think and not be disturbed by anything.
Jennifer sat looking out her one window on her box, lost in thought, letting the sun pour onto her pale face. She looked at all the boxes in her room; they were filled with countless memories- the dolls from her childhood, pictures of her and her friends, toys, books, and everything that was her life. This house was her life. She was born here and she couldn’t leave here without leaving most of herself.
            “Excuse me, miss." Jennifer looked up. It was the moving men come to take the boxes to the truck.

"Can we start in here now?" he said. "—or do you want a few more minutes?" he said, with obvious disinterest.

"Sure, you can start." said Jennifer, and stood up from her box of clothes. Then proceeded to walk down the creaky, winding staircase that she loved so dearly and sat down on the floor in the middle of their large study. She looked around the room, swiveling around in her spot to take in the whole room. She could picture her father sitting at the desk in the corner, scratching his head as he looked at his laptop. She could see her mother playing with the twins, Mark and Minnie, she would pretend to take their noses and eat them as they would shriek with laughter. She could see her older brother, Jake, sitting on the couch, watching TV. And she could see her sister, Angela, the oldest, drawing on her notepad, sitting on her chair near the window. But now the room was empty, and it was unfamiliar. Now there were squares on the wallpaper where pictures used to be, and patches of dust where the furniture had been. Looking around the room, Jennifer felt as though a place in her heart had been erased, as if none of the memories she had made in this room mattered.

She got up and ran her fingers along the old wallpaper; it was made of fabric, not actual paper. It used to be a bright, cheery orangey color, but it was now faded into a faint beige. Her finger snagged on the fabric and as she unsnagged it her father called out for her.

            “Come on Jenni! We gotta start going!”

            “Coming!” She yelled as she walked slowly out of the room. She turned back and tears feel down her face. Yes, she was most defiantly leaving a piece of her here. 

No Way Out

I shivered with fear. I had lost any light that may have slipped through the crack in the walls that were in this terrible nightmare. I had nothing to guide me through this.... I didn't have the courage. I heard the shattering roar of the beast as it picked up my scent. Blindly I ran, tripping over my own two feet every few seconds. My feet pounded against the sharp metal lining the path into my ripped shoes. I heard the terrifying screams from my last friend still running. It had to be a dream. And in dreams I could wake up.
I stopped for two seconds to catch my breath in the humid air when something grabbed hold of my scrawny ankle. I let out a horrified scream as a blood covered hand covered my face.
I stopped as a I realized it was only Eme. She started whispering, fear clearly evident on her face. " I...ttt left the other.. the other way".
I saw her face and dark red liquid dripped down her already pale face. Her blond, silky hair was dirty and pulled out in places, as though she had been pulled by it.
Breathing heavily I laid down on the metal wall behind me, listening to the growls rebound off the wall. I must of fallen asleep because now I saw lights of all colors all around me. Eme was slumped over my feet, and I moved my pained feet from underneath her.
I crept away, listening to my footsteps bounce of the walls. I looked back and saw her dead looking body. I wanted out. It was wrong that I was leaving her but I needed out.
 As I started down the multi-colored tunnel, red eyes emerged in the distance. My heart beat loudly and I felt as though it could hear it. I started walking backwards and I lost my balance and toppled over, and I quickly scurried to my feet when the beast came into view. He leaped through the air, paws engraved into the shining metal. I tried to grab at his fur but his claws beat me with a swipe to my already bloody face.
 I felt more blood seep down my face and drip into my mouth. I lied there as the beast moved in, thinking I was dead. Suddenly a tight grip was felt on my arm, and I looked up to see Eme starring at me. She was covered in more blood than me and I could tell not all of it was hers, I noticed that I was never attacked but I had dreamed it.
She helped me up and pointed towards another tunnel, where the were no growls or hisses, and we ran until I saw a huge grate. I walked up and screamed. I banged my head against it creating a gash on my head. Eme screamed my name, telling me to stop. Jessica would stop but not now... Not with what she knew now.  Because there was no way out, we were left to die.