Okay, so I had this idea to host my own little contest for you guys. I had started writing down post 17 when I had to go do some chores (like 70) and I completely forgot what I was going to write. All I have is this:
I woke up to my phone vibrating. I flipped it open and spoke into it. "Hello?" I said, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
Yeah, I know; not much to work off of, but at least it's something. Create a story post with this as the beginning and submit it to
aaron.mckenzie101@gmail.com. The person that creates the most relevant and enrapturing post will get a character based off of them (I can not do material prizes on the fact that some people live pretty dang far away), with the addition of having their post published. Contest lasts until June 10th.
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Austen's best visions came in dreams. Any other vision came in blurry or without sound. Usually, these dream visions were just random flashes, like his teacher giving a pop quiz the next day or Tony tripping down the stairs in the morning. What Austen hadn't told Toby or the others was that he didn't always just see the future; sometimes he could see the present in places far away. Every so often, though, he would get a vision that he could not explain.
Austen was standing in what looked like a gymnasium from the Stone Age. Large boulders that had ridges cut out of them to act as seats stood in place of where bleachers would usually be. As it was with every night vision Austen had, he was dressed in what he went to sleep in.
In the distance a wooden door opened and a figure strode in. Walking closer, Austen could make out the guy's fierce expression. He was dressed in a weird outfit, a mix between a ninja rebel from Imperial China and a skater with an obsession with black clothes. His hair was completely black and rustled up to make it look like he had cut it with a knife. Weird symbols glowed on his face with a yellow light.
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| "Weird symbols glowed on his face with a yellow light..." |
His eyes flashed up to Austen and he froze for a second, staring into the guy's eyes. They were a dark grey with flecks of gold in them.
The guy turned away and Austen shuddered as the connection broke. For a moment there, Austen had thought that the guy had actually seen him.
"Hey!" a voice yelled from where the guy had came from.
Austen turned around. A girl was running towards where Austen was standing, looking straight at him. For the first time in a long time of having these kinds of visions, Austen started to panic.
The girl trotted up to Austen and breathlessly said, "Hey."
Feeling like a complete idiot, Austen mumbled, "Hello."
The girl stared at Austen and sighed. "Why won't you talk to me?"
Confused, Austen said, "What do you mean? I said hello."
The girl continued to stare at him and started to tap her foot. Blowing a nonexistent strand of hair from her face, she rolled her eyes. "You can be silent all you want, but at least look at me," she said, thrusting her hand through Austen's chest.
Staring at where her arm mysteriously disappeared, Austen realized what had happened; he was stuck between two people from the vision. Stepping out of the way, he watched as the guy twirled around a second before the girl touched him.
"What?" He growled, the marks glowing brighter.
The girl looked into his eyes and put her hand on his arm. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? We've all had our hard times," she said softly.
"No!" the guy said, starting to walk away again. "My 'hard times' have always out numbered my good ones." What looked like static electricity sparked in his hair.
Trying to keep up with the guy's long strides, the girl said, "How do you know your story's worse than mine?" Her grey eyes twinkled with a yellow light, but she wasn't smiling.
The guy suddenly stopped and the girl skidded to a stop. The guy's face no longer had the glowing symbols and his expression was a mixture of despair and saddness. "Have you ever held someone you loved and watched as they slowly died? Ever watched your little brother forced to grow up in a matter of days, destroying any chance he would ever be able to play innocently in the grass again? Ever leave your house as it was consummed in flames and know that you will be blamed for it?" he said, sorrow tearing at his throught, leaving his voice harsh and hoarse.
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| "Have you ever held someone... as they died?" |
The slender girl looked down and her short hair covered her eyes. "No," she whispered. A tear fell to the ground and lay there, glittering.
The guy had opened his mouth, but he closed it, his expression softening. "Look," he said gently, grasping the girl's shoulder's. "I'm broken, okay? When my bond left me, it left a gap in my heart that aches like starvation. Anything can set me off."
The girl nodded slowly and looked up at the guy. "Let me fill the gap," she said quietly.
The guy's expression changed dramaticly. "What?" he asked, bewildered.
The girl held his wrists in her hands. "Let me fill the gap in your heart," she said, moving closer to him. The guy was only about an inch taller than her, but in his anger he had appeared to be at least half a foot taller.
The guy still looked confused and Ralphie smacked his head. Even he had seen enough bad soap opera's to know this was pretty obvious what the girl was trying to do; this guy really had no idea, did he? "How are you going to do that?" he said, eyebrows scrunched.
"Like this," the girl replied, pressing her lips against his as the vision faded.
Austen sat up in his bed and shook his head. Try as he might, he couldn't explain the vision. It had appeared out of nowhere and made no sense, but Austen knew that it had been a vision.
Austen renembered the girl from the vision. She had gone to his school in Pennslyvania. her name was Bella and she had mmoved away in 8th grade... or had she ran away? If she had ran away, then why didn't her parents look for her? What is they weren't her real parents? What if she was from an orphanage?
If Austen hadn't had the luck to find Blade, then he would be in an orphanage. Try as he might, Austen could not renember what had woken him up in the middle of the night and he went back to sleep.
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Renember, when dracians are called, everything from there past is shrouding in a fog of confusion. Hint, hint.
