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[Rebecca]

this is going to be where I post stories that I write. I hope that yall enjoy them. I've finished two stories so far, and just have to type them, so it shouldn't be too long before the first one is up here. and I'll just tell you, (IMG:style_emoticons/default/emot-iia.png)

[Rebecca]

Thanks for all the advice on that story. Now I shall introduce, my first story, still unfinished.

Stranded Underground

Chapter one: I Take an Unexpected Field Trip
I was riding home on the bus with my friends, Katy, Angela, and Susan. The stupid seventh graders wouldn’t stop cussing, the eighth graders wouldn’t shut up, the high school kids were louder than ever on their I-pods, cell phones, and CD players, and it was impossible to finish my homework. I felt like I was about to lose it, but when the bus stopped at the next red light, I heard a strange noise.
When I looked out of the window towards the noise, and saw a little goblin-like creature. He had purple skin, a large nose, and a distinctive wart on his left hand. He had on a messy green robe and was wearing some sort of crown made out of a vine on his head. There were many more. They looked nothing like the one in front of me.
I tapped Katy on the shoulder and said, “ Katy, look! A goblin!” Katy looked out the window, and turned her head back to her book saying, “ I don’t see anything, Taylor.”
“ How can you not see it? It’s right there!” I said, pointing to the goblin.
“ If you think there is a goblin there, go ahead and believe it. I have some reading to catch up on,” said Katy.
I looked around, and saw about six other kids trying to convince their friends about something. I wondered if it was about the swarm of goblins.
The bus was moving again, and the goblins vanished. Before he left, the goblin in front of me said something that sounded like, “ May neem forkna.” I wondered what it meant. Was that what he was trying to say?
Before we got to the next light, I saw a strange shadow. It wasn‘t a normal shadow, it looked almost like a hole large enough to swallow the bus. The bus driver obviously wasn‘t looking because we went straight into it, very suddenly and without any warning. There was panic and screaming throughout the students. I almost thought that I heard someone laughing maniacally. The hole was very deep. So deep that we would have died. I almost thought that we did, but as I was screaming, my face got pushed against the window. Outside of it, I saw what looked like little green specs of light. They must have been very strong, because they caught the bus, and gently let us down at the bottom.
When we finally did get to the bottom, everyone was calmed down a little. Those of us who saw the creatures looked around at the beautiful scenery. Everyone else looked completely terrified.
Susan came up to me trembling, barely managing to let her words out. “ Taylor, are w-we um, u-underground? You know, with w-worms and b-bugs and stuff?” she asked.
I then replied, “ I’m not sure, Susan. All that I see is a grassland at sunset.”
Angela stepped in. “What are you, crazy?” she insulted. “There’s nothing but dirt!”
“What? How can you not see the beautiful sunset? The peaceful meadows! How can you not see it?” I questioned at her insult. I could feel the heat of her anger melting the ice of fear. Her face was turning into a volcano waiting to erupt. Her fear of the sinkhole was disappearing, as if she had forgotten it existed.
I couldn’t think straight. I knew what I was seeing, but couldn’t believe what I was hearing. How could my best friend yell at me like that? Was this the Angela that I knew? The Angela that I knew would invite me to a sleepover every weekend; the Angela that I knew was honest enough to tell me that I suck at cooking.
Then she said, “ You know what? I can’t believe that you aren’t screaming and shaking like everyone else.”
I looked around, seeing the same kids that saw the goblins arguing with their friends. I sat back in my seat and slouched. I slapped my hand on my forehead in grief. I was thinking of the possibilities of what was about to happen.
Suddenly, it got quiet. Not a single I-pod, cell phone, or CD was on. Every student, including myself, looked out of the windows to see what was happening. The beautiful sunset and peaceful meadow was gone. It was replaced with a dreary world, one that looked like happiness was only a myth. The blood-red moon shone down on the bus, only to soon be covered by a silver mist of fear. The gloomy trees waved in the wind, mimicking the fright that we had.
I suddenly felt as if a coldness struck my body, as the gloom raised in power. Then the gloom that surrounded me was replaced with the fear of what would happen.
I pulled my backpack onto my lap, and dug for my journal. When I felt the cardboard touch my hand, I grabbed it and pulled my journal out of my backpack, so I could write down exactly what was happening.
I began to write:
This is strange. The bus is in a sinkhole, and what I see is a land of beyond what I can describe. What will happen to the other students and myself, I do not know. What I do know is this. We have to get the heck out of here as fast as possible. We have nearly no food, and no chance for survival. I doubt that most of us will know what to do. Fortunately, I do. If I could just think of a way to calm everyone down so that we can get some order, not like I expect them to cooperate. Wish me luck.

Chapter two: We Fend for Ourselves
I figured the best way for us to start to get out of here was to get out of the bus. I told Susan that’s what we should do. “What are you, crazy? We don’t know what’s out there! We could get killed!” she screamed. I explained to her why we should do that. She just yelled at me more.
I looked around, it still seemed that everybody was either shaking in fear, or hugging the person next to them. I still remembered the people who saw the goblins. I got out of my seat to go talk to them.
I started in the back. The first person that I saw who also saw the goblins was a seventh grader. He looked paranoid.
As I talked to him, I learned that he not only was not a cusser like the other seventh graders, but also had been born exactly one year before me. His name was Sean.
I told him about my plan. He said that’s what he what trying to get his girlfriend, Olivia, to do.
We walked down to the next person. This one was a freshman in high school. Her name was Elizabeth. She also had been born exactly three years before myself. I was getting freaked out.
She actually told us the plan herself. She started with, “ I have an idea to get out of here.” We agreed, but reminded her that not many other’s would.
The next person was an eighth grader. His name was Danny. He was more of the quiet type.
As we argued and negotiated the plans, We all realized that we all have the same ideas.
We kept going down the bus. The next person was a sophomore named Julie. Then it was a senior named Austin.
The last person was a junior named Alex. She was more of the happy-go-lucky type to me. The thing that we all had in common, was the fact that all of our birthday’s were on August 5th. We all found this disturbing.
We walked up to the front of the bus, finding that the bus driver had vanished. I just stood there staring at the empty driver's seat while the other’s argued who should announce the plan to the bus. They agreed on Austin saying it.
Austin stood up straight, and everyone on the bus looked at him. He looked like he should be an excellent public speaker. He had that certain look that made him seem like the next president. These were the words he said.
“I know this may seem crazy, but getting off of the bus is the first step to survival. There is a world out there that I don’t expect you to see. What we up here see is a magnificent land that changes constantly. We need to work together so that we can get out alive. We need to work together so that we can get home safely. Those of us that can see the true gloom of the night on this strange world shall find food. We will give further instructions after everyone is off of the bus. Single file!”
Everyone including myself looked at him in awe. Everyone on the bus was soon standing on their feet waiting for they’re turn to get off. We counted everyone so that we knew how many people would be waiting for the food when we returned.
Once everyone was off of the bus, we split everyone into groups by grade level. Sixth graders would gather sticks and rocks for campfires. Seventh graders would dig for groundwater. Eighth graders would find the bugs that they saw and use them as food. The ninth graders would find dry leaves to make beddings out of. The 10th, 11th, and 12th graders would make sure that everyone behaved.

Chapter Three: The Hunters Now Prey
Once everyone was organized and in their groups, we assigned group leaders and left. We figured that everyone would think that we either went through the dirt, or down a tunnel. We got in a single file line by age, me being in the back as we walked through the mysterious world, which could not be described in words.
We searched around for food, but we didn’t know what was poisonous or not. Then we decided to search for creatures that lived here. We walked until we saw a mysterious and ominous cave. It had this feeling of something inside, but you just wanted to run. We argued over whether or not we should go inside. The decision was, if they were friendly, it’s okay to stay. If they attack, run.
We entered the cave slowly. It seemed creepy, like something would attack any second. I kept looking left and right to see if anything was there. Finally hearing what sounded like odd laughter and a language similar to how the goblin from the bus was talking, we started walking faster. When we got to what was making the noise, we saw the goblins from the bus dancing around a fire.
They stopped dancing when they noticed we were here. We had no idea what to do. There was one goblin standing on a large stone. He stared at us and pointed saying, “Hena ersho kon?” We had no idea what this meant, but Austin took one step forward and said, “ We are the only people here who can see you.” The goblins started jumping around saying, “ AKRONA! AKRONA!” Still having no clue what they were saying, we just slowly turned around and walked out. We would have walked out of the cave, but there were two goblins with spears blocking the way once I tried to walk out. The others noticed and immediately turned around to try and stop them. The goblin on the stone said, “Har lesa.” I had no idea what that meant, so I said to the others, “ Go on, I’ll be fine.” I thought that I would get in the way anyway. As the others left I turned around to face the head goblin. He made a finger notion that told me to come closer. I obeyed the notion because I didn’t know what else to do. He made another notion that told me to sit; I obeyed once more. The second I sat down I felt little hands grab my wrists and tie them behind my back. I also felt more hands grab my arms and tie my body as if they were trying to keep me from escaping. When they finished tying me up, they went back to dancing around the fire. All I could do was look around. I was afraid to speak, thinking that if I did, I would get hurt.
I waited for what felt like hours for some kind of help to arrive. I started to lose hope that I would ever be free.
I started to get sleepy, but then I heard a great amount of yelling. The next thing I new, there were a bunch of cat-like creatures surrounding us.
Immediately waking up, I saw the one in the front look me in the eye. There was a sort of glare and it felt like my knowledge of language was being passed on into the creature. The thing then looked the head goblin in the eye and immediately started to argue with him. I started to get drowsy again. The arguing stopped, and the ropes seemed to fall off. By that time, I was too tired to move. I fell asleep.

Chapter Four: I Meet Cat People
When I woke up, I was surrounded by the cat creatures. Some of them were whispering to each other, some were just staring at me weirdly. I just tried to calm down, remembering how they saved me from those goblins.
The creatures suddenly stopped talking to each other and staring at me, as the tallest one stood up. The rest of the creatures stood up and took a step back making a path leading to me for the tallest one to walk through. He walked silently and stopped about three or four feet away from me. Comparing my height to his, I was tiny.
“What is your name?” he asked calmly.
I was just curious at how he could speak two different languages without pausing to think about the translations. I was astonished.
“T-T-Taylor,” I answered nervously and quickly.
He just seemed as calm as ever, gave a compassionate smile, and asked another question.
“There are six more aren’t there? What happened to them?” He seemed very curious and as I tried to remember, I replied.
“I’m not sure. I was the youngest of us, and I told them to go on without me.” Telling the truth helped to keep me from stuttering, but my fear was turning into tears quickly enough that it was getting more difficult to hold them back.
“If the whereabouts of the other’s aren’t known, then we must go and search,” he said as he nodded to the other creatures.
He walked towards one of the others that was dressed in armor. He seemed to be giving him battle plans or something.
About fifteen or twenty minutes later, the creatures offered me some food. It smelled delicious. It looked like a soup of some sort. I wasn’t sure if it was poison or not. I looked around and saw the other creatures eating it without any ill effects. I tried it after my stomach growled like an angry lion. It tasted delicious. I had no clue what was in it, but it took the cold of the scenery away.
Suddenly I noticed that the cold scenery was going away. The sun was rising. The darkness and gloom faded away, and I felt happiness again. The gloomy, leafless trees suddenly had beautiful leaves and colorful fruits. The creepy moon turned into a bright yellow sun. I believed in hope again.
Then I felt sick. Had the food they’ve given me been poisoned but they can’t tell because they’re used to it? I clenched my stomach, as if trying to keep everything from coming out.
“Don’t get nervous. You just feel unsure about what’s happening.”
I looked up. There was one of those cat things standing in front of me. He had a look in his eyes that told me that he had an experience with battle before. But that look wasn’t easy to figure out, because he had his expression in a calm, comforting manner, rather than a serious, warrior manner.
I tried to find the words to respond, but nothing would come into my mind. I didn’t even have time to think until my mind slowly began to drift out of this world, and into another.
Just as fast as the hope and warmth came into my body, it left. Fear suddenly swelled inside of me, like a fire overpowering the wood. Though the world that I was in was beautiful and hopeful, I was still being dragged into the depths of hopelessness. It pulled me down deeper and deeper, until I was completely submerged and unable to see or feel any happiness. I was suddenly in sight of a gloomy world, worse than before, seeing nothing but others in pain, knowing that I will have no chance to help them.
I heard a scream and turned toward it. I couldn’t see the person who was screaming. The scream began to become faint, increasing my want to run and help that person, but my feet were unable to move. I recognized the voice, but couldn’t think of who it belonged to.
“ HELP, PLEASE! ANYONE!” it cried. “ PLEASE, I’M BEGGING, SOMEONE!” It repeated. It was a female voice. Obviously, being tortured or trapped.
I started to begin to recognize the voice, but then I lost my memory. Someone was shaking me.
“Snap out of it Taylor! Get your mind together!”
I suddenly came back into life again a moment later, feeling weak, and worthless. Why were the creatures of this world helping me as if I were royalty? I’m just putting them into danger. I wanted to save the owner of that scream.

Chapter Five: I Get Schooled
“ Sorry, I guess I just........I don't know....GAH!...I don't even know what I'm saying.” I grabbed my hair ready to pull it out. I yelled a sort of half scream, half moan. Whatever is happening here, I didn't understand anything about it, and these creatures expected me to help them.
“ If you will listen to us, we will explain everything that you need to know at this moment.” I heard it, but didn't completely understand it.
“ I don't quite understand. What do you mean by 'at this moment?'” Simply questioning I thought it would get me an even simpler answer.
“ By 'at this moment' I mean that there is much you need to know, but now is not the right time to know it. You will learn with time. First thing to know: this land is called Larnoc. We are the Purshla, and we can learn any language by looking the thing in the eye. That's how I easily argued with that Creake. That's those.......what do you call it.....goblin-things. And my name is simply Ranor. Easy enough for a human to pronounce.” He sounded like my sarcastic science teacher.
“ I have many questions. Will you be able to answer them all? I don't mean the average everyday questions that get stuck in my head. I mean the ones about this place. What did you call it, Larnoc?”
“ That depends upon the question, but if you listen, most will be answered before you even ask it. Second thing to know: according to most of Larnoc, you and your friends have unknown powers that even the oldest and most wise of them don't even know of, which is true, to a point.”
“ Will there be any physical lessons in this? Not just these verbal lessons?”
“ Yes. Like what not to eat if that's what you mean.”
“ No, that's not what I meant. I meant like in fighting, sword fighting, stuff like that.”
“ That depends on what we encounter. But now I have a question for you. When you were in that....trance, what did you see and hear?”
“ I heard a girl, screaming for help. I saw many things, being tortured, dying, or in pain.” I lowered my head afraid of what he would ask next.
I thought for a minute or two, and a question of realization popped into my mind. Lifting my head up I asked another question.
“ Why do you stutter when you talk? I thought you learned the entire English language.”
“ I did. To be exact, I learned the entire human language. The human language is not defined. And the English language has so many words to define things that it's hard to decide which word to use so that a young girl could understand it. By the way, how old are you anyway?”
“ I'm only twelve. Why do you ask?”
“ Ah, I see. You're just a child. That's why you don't understand most of what I'm saying.”
“ Now I return the same question. How old are you?”
“ In human years, I'd be in my late twenties, early thirties. But in reality, I'm about fifty four.”
I felt my mouth start to gape open and immediately retracted. I pieced and puzzled together everything he had just said.
“ How old is the Purshla life expectancy?” I asked letting my curiosity wander.
“ About one hundred thirty five and nine tenths of a year.”
I once again felt my mouth gape open, but didn't try to stop it. “What..how is that possible?” I had only just realized I had said that aloud when he responded
“ Well, the Purshla actually mature at a slower, steadier rate than humans, and for us to live our lives to full ability, we must...grow more and have a longer life than humans.”
“ Oh,” I said, “okay then.”
Later, after many questions and answers, we began to move. The Purshla quickly packed up their camp. We had decided that the best thing to do would be to search for my companions.
While we started walking I looked at the landscaping. Larnoc was so pretty. Everything about it just gradually grew from landscape to landscape.
Before I knew it, we had come to be next to a beautiful cliff side and camped. And that's where the fun started.
Chapter Six: Trapped, Me and Elizabeth
I'd decided to sit next to the cliff's edge. I don't know why, but I have this thing where I just always have to feel something on my back if I'm sitting down. I hate sitting with my back on thin air.
Anyway, I was staring at the clouds, and I had just then noticed a small hole, small enough for me to crawl through, but probably only me. I'd gotten extremely curious about it, and was tempted to see where it went to. I looked through the hole, and saw that there was another exit who knows how far away. Furthermore, I'd also heard voices coming through the other side.
I had gotten a little too curious and did the stupid thing and crawled into it. Almost immediately after my feet were inside the hole there was an explosion-like noise that I heard, and then I heard laughter coming from the other side of the hole. I decided to crawl through and find out just who caused that.
When I was just far away enough from the exit to still be in the shadows, I heard the voice that was there say, “ That's one human down, six left to go. That little girl should learn not to sit next to cliffs. No matter, she should be dead now anyway. Now, what shall we do with this one, Krilst?”
A scruff, and scraggy voice said, “ Perhaps, Master, we should simply stab her in the heart. That would be fast and painless for her.”
At that comment I heard a muffled voice try to argue, but there was something over her, I think it was a her, mouth.
“ I agree with her protests. Simply stabbing her would be no fun. What if she does know the location of the others?”
The first voice must have removed whatever disabled the girl from speaking, because she then began shouting.
“ I told you I don't know where they went! Why did you kill Taylor? That's so cruel and heartless!” I recognized the voice now. Not only was it the screaming voice in my vision, but it was Elizabeth's voice. She had apparently been captured.
“ I know, that's just me, but humans are hindrances. There is one more idea that would allow me to spare you,” said the first voice.
“ What might that include?” Elizabeth asked.
“ Swear loyalty to me. Become mine, forever!”
“ Never! I'll never become yours.” I heard her whisper something about him being perverted, then I heard him slap her.
“ Slow and painful death it is,” said the voice. He walked next to the hole I was hiding in, ( I could see his boots) and he kicked dirt and dust at Elizabeth, and some landed in the hole. The dust got in my nose and the dirt in my mouth so I sneezed and coughed.
The man who the voice belonged to crouched down and looked into the hole. I stayed completely still, and even closed my eyes to make sure there was no glint.
“Krilst, we have a visitor, but I can't reach her. Why don't you grab her and take her out, please?” he said.
Then this large, purple, mantis thing grabbed me with claw like arms and dragged me out, and once I was able to, I started kicking and screaming. I still had my eyes closed so I didn't see the man's reaction when he saw me. It must have been shocked.
“ HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?” he screamed. I then opened my eyes and saw an angry face, with scruffy black hair, and red eyes, oh, and blood red wings, like, dragon wings. “ I made that rock slide to crush and kill you!” He ran up to me and punched me. “ Right now, you might be an asset to us. Call for help and I'll kill you on the spot,” he said and then turned to Elizabeth, “ same goes for you!”
I then got a brilliant idea. It would either get me killed, or save my life.
“ AYUDENME!” I screamed. Immediately the dragon man ran up and slapped me.
“ I only slapped you because I didn't say you couldn't use another language. I should kill you for that. Try anything else like it and I won't hesitate.”
Krilst then dragged me over to where Elizabeth was tied up, and tied me up the same way I was when the Creakes had me.
“ Now, where are the others?” the dragon man asked me with a sweet voice.
“ I don't know. I was the first to get separated,” I told him.
“ It's true!” Elizabeth said, “ Those goblin things took her prisoner!”
“ Congratulations, you have an alibi. Krilst, why don't you make some modifications to the small one to get the other to tell us where the other humans are?”
“Gladly, Master.”
Chapter Seven: Catman to the Rescue!
The dragon man sat back while I was being tortured to get Elizabeth to tell where the others were. First I had my face rubbed in dirt, then I was beat up, and even got a few cuts in the process. Elizabeth stayed quiet, except for a few tears. My face practically turned to mud, and I yelled and screamed all the while.
“ I know that you know where the others are. They must have told you,” the dragon man said. He got up and walked to me, grabbed my head, and exposed my neck. “ Tell me where they are or she dies.”
Elizabeth immediately let out a flood of tears, and had her long, blond hair fall to the ground, and she was too engulfed in her tears to answer.
“ I told you,” she half blubbered, “ I don't know! Just don't kill her!”
He glared at her for a moment.“ You could never lie and cry about someone dying like that. You're too soft hearted.” He dropped me face first into the ground. I cursed and he kicked me.
He simply left me on the ground after that, and Elizabeth was still crying, so I began to think. Where was that stupid cat? What could be taking him so long? I know he heard me. And I know that he speaks Spanish as well. I was getting so frustrated that I began to cry as well, and tried to calm myself by singing a song by Nickelback, my voice staggering between sobs.
“ Prison gates won't open up for me, on these hands and knees I'm crawling, oh, I reach, for you. Well I'm terrified of these four walls, these iron bars can't hold my soul in, all, I need is you-” Right after I sang that I just began to cry, and only cry. I couldn't sing anymore, there was no happiness, or hope. I felt like I might as well crawl in a hole and die.
“ Come, please, I'm calling-” Elizabeth began singing. Maybe she was trying to cheer me up, but the tears were still running down her face at full speed.
“ And oh, I scream for you-” I continued.
“ Hurry, I'm falling.”
“ I'm falling,” I repeated. Maybe there was hope, I thought. We could survive. Maybe Ranor did hear me.
“ Show me what it's like, to be the last one standing,” Elizabeth and I started singing together, and we sang the entire song. As we sang, our tears slowly dried up, and when we finished, we just stayed where we were, melancholy again.
After an hour the dragon man walked up to us and told us the one thing that I did not want to hear.
“ We have no need for you two anymore. We have decided to get rid of you.” Immediately, Elizabeth and I both screamed protests at the top of our lungs.
“ I'd think not, Ner,” said a voice that I recognized. Elizabeth and I both popped our heads up at the same time.
“ Ranor!” I screamed.
“ Catman?” Elizabeth questioned.
Ranor punched Ner, the dragon man, and he went flying right into Krilst, knocking them both out.
“ You called? Why in Spanish?” Ranor asked.
“ He said don't call for help so I called for help in Spanish instead,” I told him. He untied both me and Elizabeth, and we ran away before the creatures woke up.
“ Clever as usual.”
“ So, uh, Taylor, who's your, should I say friend or pet?” Elizabeth asked. Ranor gave her the serious look.
“ Friend, and your head will explode if I tell you everything he told me; maybe my head might explode first.” Elizabeth took a second to laugh at my comment and we were on our way.


I know it ends a bit corny, but I ran out of ideas.