Showing posts with label Story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Story. Show all posts

Sunday, October 9, 2016

The List (Unfinished)











Pinching myself did not help me to wake up before. I'm almost afraid of trying to get up and do something.  I was sure I had woken up from a dream, but I could have been lucid dreaming.  If that's the case, I don't know why I couldn't wake up before.  Then again, dying from an illness is never easy, and your body could possibly go through things you've never done before.  What I'm looking around at almost seems real, although I cannot be sure.

I look around to see I'm in an unfamiliar room.  In all my dreams before, I was in familiar places--Well, except from falling from the sky and landing in the water.  I don't know why that happened--but this place is different.

The walls are a sky blue color, with white chalk drawings all over the walls.  They look like symbols of some sort.

I have a zephyr feeling when I turn my head to see Chase.

I asked him if this was another dream, and he told me no. He said something about being up, up, and away like the Superman saying.

When I asked him what he meant, he told me how I'm on a spirit mountain of some sort. It's like another realm, and how it'll protect me from the fake Cristi for the time being.

"Come on moon child. You're so far away tonight."

I hear Moonchild by Chris Cornell playing in the background.

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DJ




















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Saturday, August 20, 2016

The List: 16


You can read chapters 1-15 by clicking here.









 




Chapter 16

  I feel so weightless, almost as if I'm floating down below into a velvety underground of some sort.  I feel like I've been here all through the night, pondering on when I'm going to land.  Only, I'm not landing.  This confirms my suspicion that I am still dreaming.  I haven't even landed yet.  In most cases, I would have landed by now.
  Maybe I'm already dead, and I'm heading into the underworld.  Or maybe I slipped into another coma.  Either way, I'm gonna let it roll.

♪♫All through the night♪♫
♪♫♪They have forgotten what by day they lack♪♫♪
♫♪♫Oh under those white street lamps♫♪♫
♫♫♪♫There is a little chance they may see♫♪♫♫

  The song is playing in my head.  I just wish there was some kind of way I can wake up from all of this. What are the odds to have a dream within a dream?
  It looks like I'm finally landing.  I have no idea what this dream will bring.

To Be Continued...

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Written by ©Diana Jillian




DJ
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Thursday, July 14, 2016

The List: Fifteen

Blogophilia, Week 23.9

Rumors of Revenge (Jessica)
Use a quote from To Kill a Mockingbird (Doris)

"You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view-Until you climb into his skin and walk around in it."

Include variances of the lyric, "I'm a little teapot." (Irene)


Picture: (Christopher)

I'll be back, my pretty!


The List Chapter Index



Chapter 1                               Chapter 13                           ...

Chapter 2                               Chapter 14                           ...

Chapter 3                               Chapter 15                           ...             ...

Chapter 4                                                             ...                           ...

Chapter 5                                                             ...                           ...

Chapter 6                                                            ...                           ...

Chapter 7                                                            ...                           ...

Chapter 8                                                            ...                           ...

Chapter 9                                                           ...                            ...

Chapter 10                                                         ...                           ...

Chapter 11                                                         ...                            ...

Chapter 12                                                        ...                            ...

THE LIST: CHAPTER 15

Before I get out of bed, I decide to pinch myself just in case this is a dream as well.  I really, honestly thought I was in the park just moments ago talking to Chase, but I was severely wrong.

I don't understand these boys and what they truly want from me.  No one really has bothered to even talk to me.  All I got were eyes from Xander, and Chase only appears to me in my dreams.  What if my dreams were real?

I once read somewhere that angels can communicate with you in your dreams.  I'm a little confused about what it all means.  I hear a teapot whistling, and I head out of my room to see what's going on.  I see Nora pouring some tea for Smith.

They both take a look over at me, but then proceed on with their conversation.  They both seemed to have looked right through me.

"Nora?"  I ask.

"They can't see you.  They can't even hear you."  I hear a voice say.  I turn around because I recognize the voice.  It's Cristi.

"What's going on?"  I ask.

"Oh, don't play stupid with me," she replies.  "I know you've been with that angel boyfriend of yours."

I look closer into her eyes and notice something is off with them.  They're not the emerald color I remember her having.  And after--apparently witnessing--I had possibly gone to a supernatural school, I know that anything is possible.

"You're not Cristi," I say.

"I take it back," she says.  "Maybe you're not so stupid after all."

"Who are you?"

"That's not important," she answers.  "Cristi is almost dead, which is kind of ironic considering she is a vampire and all.  The point is she will desiccate if you don't do what I want.  Not only will she die, but I will reap her soul.  And if you still won't cooperate, I'll go after everyone else you care about.  Including your cousin, Ame.  Then I'll work my way to your boyfriend, Xander, and you're other boyfriend--"

She takes a pause and looks back at me.  "Just how many boyfriends do you have?"  She asks.  "You know what?  It doesn't matter.  They're all going to die."

"What do you want from me?" I ask briskly.

"You mean, what do I want besides for you to die?"  She answers.  "I thought it was pretty simple.  I want your powers, as you've seemed to have wasted them."

I scoff weakly.  "I don't have any powers."

"You're dying, right?"  She asks quietly.  "I need to get those powers of yours before you die."

"Have you lost your mind?" I just look at her funny.  I'm too weak to run from her.  "I'm dying because I have cancer.  If I had powers, I could cure myself."

"Is that what your so-called family told you?"  She gives me a look that says she knows something I don't.  Even if I do listen to what she's saying, she's still a villain.  Bad people will pretty much say anything to get what they want.

"Who do you think I am?"  I play into her game.  I remember Ame telling me the rumors of the students missing.  Now I realize this being--who looks like Cristi--is the one behind all of this.  There is no way she can be the only one.  She is angry--or crazy--and wants revenge.

"I think," she pauses.  "No. I know you're a powerful witch."

"Okay," I reply.  "Say I am a witch.  What are you going to do with my powers?  I mean, you seem pretty powerful already for a reaper."

"I'll give you some more points for knowing I'm a reaper and not a shape-shifter," she speaks.  I thought it was only in movies where the bad guys spill all their info on what they'll do next.

Reapers are supposed to be kind beings.  They change form to comfort the being who's in transition.  They're angels who reap souls only so the souls can move on to the next phase of whatever they're supposed to move on to.  From the looks of things, this reaper went rogue.

"What if I climbed into your skin?" She asks, interrupting my thoughts. I give her a look of disgust, but she ignores it.

"'You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view-Until you climb into his skin and walk around.'"

"You're quoting To Kill a Mockingbird," I question.

"Well I did reap her soul," she replies.  "I know all their thoughts and feelings.  You're next on my list, but not just yet."

Within an instant, I am on my private plane.  I notice I'm sitting in one of the seats, and we are high above ground.  I have the sudden feeling that while I'm not in Kansas anymore, I'm not in Oz either.  I'm somewhere in between.

"This is better," fake Cristi speaks to no one in general.  "I can get your powers from you and no one will interrupt us.  Then I can make everything look like an accident."

I know I'm dying, but this is not how I ever thought I would go down.  Literally down.  She's going to make it look like I took the plane, and make it look like I got into an accident.  I don't see what the problem is?  Couldn't she have just taken this power she thinks I have, and just let me die in peace?

"This won't take long," she pauses.  I look up to see not only is she frozen, but so is the plane.  I am mid-air, frozen in time, on a plane.

"You have to get out of here," I turn around to see one of Xander's friends talking to me.  It's that boy Will, with the crew cut.  He looks like a soldier, and that's the moment it hit me.  I knew fake Cristi wasn't alone.  She had someone to help her.  She has herself a soldier; a reaper.

I look over at him.  "I don't understand," I say.  "What is going on?"

"There is no time to explain," he looks at me with his baby blue eyes.  "Time won't stand frozen for long.  She's getting powerful." He places a backpack on my shoulders.  I put my arms through the loops as he gestures to me.  He tightens the front for me.

"I'm going to make it look like you froze time and knocked me out." He opens the emergency door to let me out.  "You must go."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Please find Cristi for me," he replies.  Suddenly it was clear to me.  It seems as though fake Cristi has hidden the real Cristi, and Will really likes her.

I nod as I jump out the plane.

I start free falling through the clouds, and then I notice the wind.  Time is back on, and I have to dive down further before I can pull the cord.

I guess I can scratch skydiving off my list.




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Sunday, July 3, 2016

The List: Fourteen

No guesses this week.  The challenge this week really stumped me! LOL...

To catch up:
Chapter 1              Chapter 8
Chapter 2              Chapter 9
Chapter 3              Chapter 10
Chapter 4              Chapter 11
Chapter 5              Chapter 12
Chapter 6              Chapter 13
Chapter 7

Misty Minnesota Morning
"I See Dead People"
Incorporate a Simon & Garfunkel Song Title
"Sound of Silence"


Picture:

After a lot of research, it's a stone carving of the Roman God, Mercury.
You can find this stone carving at Penn Station.

If this was a misty Minnesota morning
I'd have been informed without warning
Misty Florida mornings are all I find


Fourteen

"I've been here all this time," I find myself say.

"No," he replies.  "Your nanny cloaked  you from me."

"Then how are you seeing me now?"

"You're willing it, I suppose.  Magic is a very funny thing sometimes."

I just stare at him.  I had so many plans, and I at least thought--Well, I guess it doesn't matter now.  I give a sigh and speak.

"I'm ready to go," I say.

Chase gives me a strange look.  "Go where?"

"To wherever it is you go after you die.  That's why you're here, right?"

He tilts his head to the side, picks it back up.

"Although," I say before  he can say anything. "Why did you save me back at the bookstore then?"

"What?"  I can see he's trying to play it off.

"My parents are scientists.  They would do anything to keep me alive.  I know about demons and monsters like vampires.  I know about angels, and I know about reapers.  You're here to take me, and I'm ready to go."

He walks up to me and wipes a tear from my eye.  I didn't realize I started to tear up.  I look down because I feel embarrassed about crying in front of anyone.

"Is that what you think?"  I look up into his eyes.

"Then why are you here?"  I look around and still see everything frozen.  "Why is everything still frozen?"

"We're in an in between world," he replies.  "One where time stands still enough for me to talk to you."

"You want to talk?"  I question him.  What is it with these guys and never wanting to say anything until months later.  "Don't you usually avoid me?"

"I didn't want to freak you out," he admits.  "I know the kind of person you are, Kalura.  I know of your plans.  I know about your list."

I shoot him a look.  "Have you been the one who has been sending me those cryptic messages?"

"No," he says as if he knows what I'm talking about.  Xander had no idea that someone else was sending me messages until I said something about it.  "And that's what I wanted to warn you about.  You're in danger."

I scoff.  "What's more dangerous than dying?"

"Take a look around you, Kalura."  I look around.  "Do you see those people walking around?"

I notice there are people walking around.  They seem like they're in some kind of a trance; they're not paying attention to me.

"You can believe in life and death," I focus my eyes back to him talking.  "You can believe in monsters and angels.  But you can't believe in an afterlife?"

I look away from him, and look back around.  "So what you're telling me is I'm seeing dead people right now?"

"It's more than that," he replies.  "It's what you don't hear."

"I hear sounds of," I pause in my words.  "I hear a sound of--"  I trail off.

"Silence," Chase finishes the sentence I couldn't think to say.

I look around some more and notice a few things other than how silent this in between world is.  I watch as the people are walking in a fog.  They seem lost, and they keep circling around a statue.  I walk closer to the statue.

"That's Mercury," Chase says to me.  "He was considered to be the Roman God that lead others into the underworld."

I look back at him.  "Are you telling me there's an actual underworld?"

"Well, it's more like how Shakespeare refers to it as purgatory.  These people are supposed to be in purgatory until they're ready to move on to the next phase."

"But they don't seem to be moving on," I find myself say.

"No one is meant to be on this plane for too long.  Only the crows, and the angel that used to stand guard."

"Where's the angel now?"

"My best guess is he was turned into that statue."

"Let me see if I can wrap my brain around this," I begin.  "There are lost souls, an angel has been turned to stone, and no one can get into the underworld, or purgatory as it's called."

"Yes," he replies.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because you can help us."

"I can't help you?"

Chase looks at me with concern.  "Why's that?"

"Because I have no special powers," I start building a list in my head.  "Because I have about a month left of life in me if I'm lucky.  Because--"

"Because you are more powerful than you realize," he interrupts my list.

"No," I say in a weak tone.  "No I am not."

"Would you just humor me then?"  He looks at me with his green eyes.  "Please?"

I look away.  I don't even know what to say.  I've already tried telling him I don't know a thing on how I could help him at all.

"Why don't you just think of it as adding it to the list of things you want to accomplish?"

I look back at him because it reminds me to ask him.  "How exactly do you know about my list?"

"I'm an angel," he replies.  "I was sent to help you, believe it or not.  I have no intention of hurting you, nor do I plan on letting you get hurt."

"If you're here to protect me, then why do you need my help?"

"You will eventually see if you say you'll help me."

"Could you be anymore vague?"  I look at him in confusion.

"We can't talk here anymore," he says.

He gently grabs my head and kisses my forehead.  I close my eyes and open them to find myself in my own bed.

I get out of bed assuming everything that just happened, was all just a dream.

©Diana Jillian
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DJ
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Wednesday, June 29, 2016

The List: Chapter Index

The List Chapter Index



Chapter 1                               Chapter 13                               ...

Chapter 2                               Chapter 14                           ...

Chapter 3                               Chapter 15                             ...                           ...

Chapter 4                                                             ...                           ...
 
Chapter 5                                                             ...                           ...

Chapter 6                                                            ...                           ...

Chapter 7                                                            ...                           ...

Chapter 8                                                            ...                           ...

Chapter 9                                                           ...                            ...

Chapter 10                                                         ...                           ...

Chapter 11                                                         ...                            ...

Chapter 12                                                        ...                            ...



Thursday, June 23, 2016

The List: Twelve

Sorry in advance..I have no guesses this week!

18.9 White Lightning
Mention a Salvador Dali work of art
The Persistence of Memory (1931)









Visions of Eternity (1936-1937)



Include having something to do with a wedding.
Picture:




To Catch up:

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I'll post the link to the chapters here...So It's a link within a link. I'm a little tired this week!




THE LIST
Chapter Twelve

I've been pretty much sleeping for the past month.  I wouldn't exactly call it a coma as I was able to get up to use the bathroom, and eat, and shower; I was pretty much out of it for the duration of the month though.

The last thing I remember before falling asleep for a month was seeing Chase's face, which I believe it was a figment of my imagination.  Why would he have been there in New Orleans trying to help me?

He was the guy that referred me as the new wine, or new chick.  I can't recall right now.  I barely know the guy.  He also shied away when Cristi introduced me to her and Xander's group of friends.  He pretty much acted like I was the last person he wanted to see.  But that day, I know I saw him.

I had never seen eyes so green.  They were green and clear; almost like the ocean here on the Gulf.  His hair is a sandy-blonde color.  When you can see his eyes through his hair, you can see his green ocean eyes.  He also doesn't look very much like a hockey player.

He looks more like a surfer. Then again, all of Xander's hockey playing buddies look like they belong elsewhere.  There is one boy, Will, who looks like he's ready for the Marines.  He sports a crew cut, and he looks like he's ready for battle.  None of them make me feel the way I do when I'm around Xander though.

I know he's been here to the house while I was in and out of consciousness.  I know he knows my secret by now.  He can't be that clueless.  I'm sure Nora has said something to him.  I'm also sure he knows why I can never be in a relationship with him; we can only be friends.  If there is one thing I know after being unconscious for a month, I know I have to face my reality.

The truth is I'm seventeen and dying.  I thought I'd at least make it to eighteen, but it will be a miracle if I make it to new years the way I'm going.

I was diagnosed with a rare form of leukemia when I was twelve years old.  My parents were so sure they would have found the cure by now because that's what they do.  They're scientists.  Not all scientists have the answers that are out there.  It still didn't stop my parents from trying.

They even went as far to find folklore to help me.  Believe it or not, but there are actual monsters out there that you know nothing about.  They take on human form; they blend into society, and you would never know the difference.  My parents tried to give me the blood of a creature before.  It's been said to have healing abilities.  Sadly, the blood didn't work, and I was rushed to a hospital to get it pumped out of me.

They also tried using Nora for help.  Nora studies witchcraft.  Her specialty is in hoodoo.  Even her potions aren't powerful enough.  But they've been enough for me to live as long as I have.  So far, I've been on clinical trials for over a year now.  Chemo stopped working on me.  While my hair is growing, it's not growing as fast as hair would for a normal person.

My hair does seem a bit longer these days.  Maybe I only think it's growing slow because I was practically bald a year ago.  I know hair takes time to grow; I become impatient sometimes.  I give myself a mental shake and decide to get out of bed, only to find a pair of hands on my arms, trying to help me up.

I look up and notice a pair of aqua eyes staring at me.  I break away from his stare, and motion to him that I'm okay to stand alone.

"Hi," Xander says

"Hi," I reply

I look out my window, and notice it's early daylight.  I look for my alarm clock and see it's seven-thirty in the morning.

"What day is it?"  I ask.

"Thursday."

"Shouldn't you be in school?"

"I should," he begins.  "But I'm not."

"Xander--"

"Before you go any further," he interrupts me.  "I wanted to be here because I had a feeling you would wake up today."

"Why would you say that?"

He gives a look that tells me if he says anything, he might think I'll think it's preposterous.  But I know different.  I would believe anything in this day and age.

"I figure we have a whole day to ourselves," he says ignoring my question.  "Is there anything local you hadn't put on your list you want to see?"

"How do you know about my list?"

"I've been visiting you every day for a month now.  It's kind of hard not to notice these things."

I look around the room for a bit.

"Besides," I look back towards him.  "Nora, Ame, and Cristi had mentioned something of it before."

"Then you know I'm dying, right?"  I want to make sure he knows.

"Yes," he responds.

"Then I don't understand why you would want to be here."

"Why wouldn't I want to be here?"

"Because you have all eternity, and I have maybe a month or so left in me."

"Eternity," he exclaims.  "Why would you say that?"

"Because you have a very long life ahead of you.  Both you and Cristi do."

"Then you know?"

I look down.  "Yes."

"How?"

"My parents are scientists," I tell him.  "They would do anything to keep me alive.  If the reaper wants me, I can't stop him or her."

"Don't talk like that."

"It's the truth though.  I've been denying it for far too long now."  I look up at him.  "I just want to know one thing."

"What's that?"

"You and Cristi aren't the only ones, right?  There's more of you.  Am I right?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because I heard from Ame that students have been missing.  Cristi seems like she struggles with what she is.  I don't think she's capable," I trail off.  "And you seem normal."

"We get blood bags," he says softly.  I can tell he's embarrassed about this.  I decide to change the subject.

"The Salvador Dali Museum in Tampa," I say.

"What?"  I can tell I've thrown him for a loop.

"You asked me if there was anything that wasn't on my list I would like to go to locally.  I have been wanting to go to the Salvador Dali Museum in Tampa."

"Well, then, that's where we'll go."

"I'll get dressed and have the car pulled up."

"No need," he says.

"Why's that?"

"You get dressed," he begins.  "And I'll make the driving arrangements."

"Alright," I answer.

He leaves the room, and I'm left alone to get dressed.  I know Smith won't let me off the hook that easy.  He has a mission to protect me until my dying breath.  My thoughts are interrupted as there's a knock on my door.

"Come in," I answer.

The door opens and it's Nora.  She comes over to hug me.

"I'm so glad you're awake," she says to me.  "I worked my magic, and here you are.  How are you feeling, child?"

"I feel surprisingly well," I answer.  "Wait.  Just what kind of magic did you do?"

"Oh, it was nothing much.  Just a little something to heal you for awhile."

"Just promise me that when I die, you won't try to bring me back."

"You are not going to die," she tries to assure me.  "You're young.  You'll live a long time."

"No," I respond.  "Just please," I beg.  "Promise me."

"I promise."  She gives me another hug and goes to leave the room.  "I made you breakfast before you leave."

I don't even get a chance to ask her anything else.  She walks out of my room and closes the door behind her.

I head over to my closet, and put an outfit together.  It often gets cold in museums, so I'll need to wear something that will keep me warm.  I pick out a pair of jeans and a pink t-shirt.  I have a long pink and white chevron-styled sweater I decide to wear as well.  I put on my socks and pink Converse, and I head over to my vanity dresser to work on my hair and makeup.  I head into the dining room for breakfast.
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Breakfast was pretty much quiet, and now I'm sitting in Xander's car as we are on our way to the museum in Tampa.  I was surprised Xander managed to talk Smith into letting the two of us go alone, but for some reason, Smith trusts that Xander will help me if I need it.

I don't know why Xander has been around me all this time.  I've been trying to think if the roles were reversed, but I think I would probably do the same.  Then again, that's who I am in nature.  I wonder if I were an immortal creature, would my thoughts and feelings change?  That is something I will never learn the answer to.

I try to take my mind off all this morbid thinking by looking at Xander's playlist.  I notice the song, White Lightning and Wine is on there.

"You listen to Heart?"  I ask him.

"Yeah," he says.  "They're awesome.

"I had no idea you listen to old music like me."

"I listen to everything," he admits.

"Me too."

Our ride to Tampa's been pretty interesting so far.  We start noticing his playlist is playing a theme.  After White Lightning and Wine ends, The Thunder Rolls by Garth Brooks begins.

♪♫♫♪"Thunder rolls and the lightning strikes..."♪♫♪♫

We're getting a pretty good laugh out of it.  The song ends, and Thunderstruck by AC/DC comes on.  The song ends, and a new song comes on.  It finally has nothing to do with thunder or lightning.  The rest of the ride is all about the music and bands we like.  It turns out we have a lot more in common than I realized.
***

The museum is fascinating!  There are so many art pieces, it's hard to decide which one I like the best.  One that sticks out with me is a painting called The Persistence of Memory.  Maybe Dali had issues with time like I do now.  I observe it a little bit when another painting catches my eye.

I walk over to it and find it's called Visions of Eternity.  The painting looks warm and inviting.  It just looks peaceful.  The surrealism of the artwork is making me realize my own mortality, and every thought comes pouring into my brain again.

I feel a pair of hands rubbing up and down my shoulders.  I look up and see Xander with a look of worry on his face.

"What's wrong?"  He asks me.

"It just dawned on me," I find myself say.  I stare deeply into the painting.  "I'll be lucky if I live to see New Years.  I'll never make it to prom, and forget about my own wedding."  I stop speaking and look down at the ground.

"You'll live," he speaks.  "You'll live longer than you realize."

I give a faint smile.  "A month is the longest I've ever slept.  My body is starting to give out on me."  I turn around and look at him.  "Do you know what I never put on my list?"

"What's that?"

"I never put on there getting a boyfriend or falling in love.  I never put those things on my list because deep down, I knew.  And I didn't want to drag someone through my dramatic lifestyle, but here we are.  I've somehow managed to drag you in."

"But I want to be here."

"Why?"

"Because when you get a feeling inside that tells you someone is the right person for you, you do whatever you can to never let it go.  That is what I intend to do."

Before I can say any more, he leans in and kisses me.
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Written 6/23/16 ©Diana Jillian





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Sunday, June 5, 2016

The List: Eleven


Bending the Rules (????  Yeah, no idea who came up with the title)

Quote Steve Prefontaine (Jay)
"To give anything less than your best is to sacrifice the gift."


Incorporate a Blink-182 lyric in your blog (Irene)
"The angel from my nightmare"
Song: I Miss You


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3.) PIC SUBMISSION: BARB
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To Catch Up:

THE LIST: CHAPTER LINKS

Chapter 1               Chapter 6
Chapter 2               Chapter 7
Chapter 3               Chapter 8
Chapter 4               Chapter 9
Chapter 5               Chapter 10

Chapter Eleven

Nora was right about her sister not wanting to keep the visitation for long.  We wound up taking the private plane from Saint Louis to New Orleans.  I was welcomed into Nora's family with open arms.  It had been awhile since I had seen them.

Nora's parents wanted me to stay, but I knew Nora wanted some alone time with them, so Smith and I set out down the streets, and now I'm in a book store with a coffee shop.  I decide while I have the time, I should probably try to get ahead on my school work.  I should be doing that, but instead, I'm starting over.

My computer somehow shut down in a way, I have to reboot the whole system.  It's going to take some time before it starts back up, and so I decide to look around for a book to read.  I stop by a book called The Big Sleep by Raymond Chandler.  I remember watching the Noir film before, but never got the chance to read the book.  I decide to take the book to read it.

I head to the register to pay for the book, and I sit back down by my computer.  An hour later and half way through my book, I notice my computer is making a beeping noise.  I quickly mark the page I'm on with a bookmark and I plug my headphones into the laptop so I don't disturb the customers in here.  I look up from my little world and notice Smith is nowhere to be found.

I give a shrug and put my headphones on.  Chances are he's probably in the bathroom.  I put on my playlist and head to the school's forum to get my assignments.  I miss you by Blink-182 starts playing as I get a message.

It's from someone named AX_Turns0204.  I have a feeling I know who it is.  I have two options:  I could either answer it and engage in conversation, or I could ignore it and risk this person to keep on contacting me.  For some reason, I choose option A.  I open the text:

AX_Turn0204: Hey, Kalura!  It's me, Xander.
KR_Wise0717: Hello Xander.
AX_Turn0204: What's the R stand for?
KR_Wise0717: Rain.
AX_Turn0204: Oh.

I get another chime just as I was ready to x out of the website.  I figure I'll do my homework another time.

AX_Turn0204:  So, how come you're in New Orleans?

I gasp.  I was meaning to text Cristi and Ame about my plans for Saint. Louis, however I never got around to texting them, and I never even mentioned New Orleans.  Once we got on the plane, I kind of fell asleep.  I didn't wake up until we arrived in Saint Louis and by then, it completely slipped my mind.  Until now.

AX_Turn0204:  Cristi told me.  She was trying to get a hold of you, and when she couldn't, she got a hold of your cousin.  And when your cousin couldn't get a hold of you, she called your nanny, Nora.  I didn't know Ame is your cousin.

I look away from my computer and grab my phone out of my bag.  Sure enough, both Cristi and Ame were trying to call me.  I look some more and see I have a text message from a nine-four-one number.

KR_Wise0717:  Did you try to send me a text?
AX_Turn0204:  No.  I don't have your number.

I decide to change the subject.

KR_Wise0717:  Nora had a family emergency.  I decided to go with her.
AX_Turn0204:  And miss the homecoming dance.
KR_Wise0717:  There will be other dances.
AX_Turn0204:  I was going to ask you to the dance.
KR_Wise0717:  I was planning on going solo.
AX_Wise0717:  I was at least hoping you would have said yes.
KR_Wise0717:  You don't even know me though.

I don't even know why I just wrote that.  In all fairness, it is the truth.

AX_Turn0204:  But I'd like to get to know you.

I don't want to get into an argument with someone I barely know.  I've been going to school now for over a month, and yet he's barely said two words to me since I've been in school.  I get those odd stares and that's about it.

I hear another bleep in my ears.  I read on.

AX_Turn0204:  Haven't you been receiving my letters?
KR_Wise0717:  You mean to tell me that was you who was sending me all those cryptic notes?
AX_Turn0204:  I highly doubt asking you to meet me at a coffee shop and signing my name is cryptic.
KR_Wise0717:  So you mean to tell me you weren't the one sending me a note telling me what's on your list, and then placing them in my backpack?
AX_Turn0204:  Nope.  I've been putting them in your locker.  Number 214.
KR_Wise0717:  My locker number is 215.

There is enough silence on the other end.  There's so much, I can't help but to laugh.  At least I know it wasn't Xander who has been sending me those cryptic notes.  Although if it's not him, I wonder if I need to worry about having a real stalker on my hands.

I give myself a mental shake.  I have to cut right to the chase.  I start typing.

KR_Wise0717:  Xander.  We can never happen.
AX_Turn0204:  Why not?
KR_Wise0717:  There are personal reasons that I should tell in person rather than over a school chat room.
AX_Turn0204:  Okay then.  I'll wait.  When do you get back?
KR_Wise0717:  Sometime next week.

I shut off the computer before Xander can ask me anything else.  I unplug my headphones from the computer and I put on my iPod, which surprisingly enough, I Miss You is playing again.  I put my computer in my bag as the intro plays, and I stand up to look for Smith.

I think I stood up too fast because I'm feeling a bit faint.  I try to shrug it off as best as possible and continue looking throughout the store for Smith.  It's important that I remain persistent, and it's important to ignore the faint feeling.

"To give anything less than your best is to sacrifice the gift."  I have to give my best at all times.  I think today might be a good day to bend the rules for myself a bit.  My head is spinning so fast.

♪♫♪♫Hello there.  The angel from my nightmare...♪♫♪♫

I feel like I'm on a wobbly bridge and I can't seem to balance.  It's like someone is jumping up and down, and I'm getting more nauseous by the minute.  I can feel myself collapsing but someone catches me.  I look up to expect Smith catching me, but it's not.

It's Chase, Xander's friend.  I must really be hallucinating.




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Sunday, May 29, 2016

Forgotten Hope Chapter Links

Forgotten Hope Chapter Links


Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5 (Coming Soon!)

















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Sunday, May 22, 2016

The List: Nine

To catch up:

THE LIST: CHAPTER INDEX


Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8



Smile (Barb)
Use a Prince Lyric (Irene)
Mention your favorite board game (Jessica)

The Butterfly Effect (Pic Submitted by Linda?)


Chapter Nine:


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It is said that a butterfly can cause some kind of ripples in the time space continuum.  Some say if a butterfly relocates from a warm climate to a cold one, it can cause a change in the weather.  I guess the same rules go for crows.  It's said they can see between realms of the living and the dead.  I guess someday we'll know the truth.  All I know is I feel like there was a butterfly effect happening to me.


One minute it was the first day of my senior year, and the next it's the middle of September.  School starts around mid-August in Florida.  I can't believe I made it a month.  This is homecoming week.  I just finished up a pep rally, and Ame came home with me after the game.

I had told her she didn't have to go home with me, as it is her thing to go out and have fun celebrating, but she insisted.  So, we are here playing my favorite game of Boggle.


"Oh, time's up!" She exclaims.  "Let's add up our scores."

I added mine up and got thirteen; Ame got twelve.

She looks over at my sheet and asks, "How come you got more points than me when we have the same amount of words?"

"Because 'bases' is five letters and two points," I answer.

"Well, aren't you smart."

I give a half smile.  "Not really," I say.

"You don't give yourself enough credit. Hey," I look up at her to find her looking at me with concern.  "Are you alright?"

"Yes," I yawn.  "It's just been a long day.  Like I said earlier, you didn't have to come home with me."

"Nonsense," she replies.  "I want to be here.  You're my cousin, and I want us to be close again like we once were."

"I thought this past month has brought us together."

It has definitely been an interesting first month of school.  Cristi has been hanging out more with me.  She's even showed up at my cheer rehearsals, which in the beginning, she was not around for any of that.  She's also insisted we hang out over at my place as opposed to hers, and that was fine by me.

I wasn't avoiding Xander this past month; it was more like he had been avoiding me, but I have no idea why.  In any case, it works out in my favor because I just need to make it through the year, and accomplish everything on my list.  I have plans to backpack through a majority of Europe during winter break.  I even got the plane tickets and my passport ready.  I'll have to get my shots when I get closer to leaving.

This list I make may not be important to anyone else, but it is important to me.  I know Ame and Nora's hearts are in the right place, but I don't want to have a boyfriend.  I might wind up breaking their heart, and I would feel horrible if I did.  The only one that seems to understand me is Cristi

In the beginning, Cristi was interested in hooking me up with her brother, but she understands that I'm not looking for a relationship right now.  Perhaps that's why Xander is staying away.

"It has," she answers, breaking me from my reverie.  "I just want you to know that I will always be there for you.  I'm sorry how I behaved a few months back.  I just didn't know how to handle things."

"It's alright," I smile at her.  "You had a lot going on, and I'm sure hearing my news of going back to school after not being around for a few years."

"I wasn't upset that you were going back to school," she pauses.  "There have been rumors."

"Rumors?"

She eyes the door of my bedroom, gets up off the floor, and shuts the door.  I look at her with surprise.

"There are rumors," she begins in a very low voice.  "That there have been students missing.  They've even been finding dead animals around."

"How true do you think this is?"

"Very.  The staff wants to keep it low key.  They don't want the media getting a hold of this.  Some parents are pretty mad.  They are so mad they want to sue."

"How many students have gone missing?"

"The count is at fifteen.  They're hoping these kids were just playing pranks on their parents and they'll be home in no time."

I am in a state of shock.  I had no idea, and I probably will have a hard time getting to sleep tonight.  At least I'll have time to sleep as the dance isn't until tomorrow night.  The theme is a masquerade ball.  We'll all be dressed up, wearing masks.

"That was the only reason why I didn't want you to attend school."

"So what?" I give a nervous laugh.  "Did you think something would happen to me?  Did you think I would be one of those kids who suddenly disappear?"

She intakes a breath and lets it out.  "You're right," she finally says.  "I was worried for nothing."

"You're always worried about me.  Let's be cousins and friends, not mother and daughter."

She sighs.  "I guess I never realized I was hovering over you like a parent."

"It's alright," I find myself say  "I probably would have behaved in the same manner."

That was pretty much the extent of our conversation before I brushed my teeth, and headed off to bed.  Ame left after I suggested for her to go out and have fun.  The day is pretty much done for me as I close my eyes and go to sleep.
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I'm at the masquerade ball where I'm wearing a royal purple dress, and a light purple mask.  I am surrounded by all these guys in tuxedos and masks, and they all seem to be staring at me.  One of the guys walks over to me, grabs my hand, and we're dancing a waltz.

"Did you get my letters," he asks me.

"Yes," I reply.  "But why?  Who are you?"

He says nothing as we continue to dance.  After a few moments, he decides to speak.  "I'm not a human, I am a dove.  I'm your conscious, I am love."

The words he speaks sounds familiar, I just can't put my finger on them.

In an instant, I open my eyes and find myself in my room.

It was all a dream, I think to myself.

I look at the clock to see it's two in the morning.

♪♫♪♫ I will die 4 U ♪♫♪♫

"What the?"  I say out loud.  I turn on my night lamp, and look around for my MP3 player.  The Prince song, I Would Die 4 U is playing.  I pull the earbuds out of my ears.  I don't even remember putting that song on my playlist.

5/22/16 ©Diana Jillian
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Sunday, May 15, 2016

The List: Eight



Stepping Stones
Quote Batman
"You ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?"
Batman 1989
Mention the word "Exercise"

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To Catch Up:

THE LIST: CHAPTER INDEX

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7



Eight

 I always make sure to get up extra early because after an exercise, you tend to get sweaty.  And when you get sweaty, you need a shower.  Which is what I have decided to do after I threw the letter in the trash bin.  I decide to focus on my breathing, and I hop in the shower.

After getting out, I wipe down the mirror so I can see my face, but something catches my eye. I look at the back of my shoulder; the part where I thought someone tapped in the park, and see a bruise on there.  Though this bruise looks like someone threw a pebble at me.  Maybe a rock of some sort did fly up at me.  There are city trucks that usually fly by, and their tires frequently throw a rock up in the air at some point.  But it's over and done with, and I'm onto getting ready for my second day of school.

I decide to wear a long, tulle skirt in beige.  I put on some blue leggings, and a shirt to match those leggings.  I throw on some ballerina flats, and head over to the mirror to fix my hair and makeup.  I'm looking a bit pallid today.  The bags are really dark under my eyes today.  I don't really want to scare the people at school, so it's a good idea to try and look my best.

I walk out into the dining room to have some breakfast, and Ame is just staring at me.

"What?"  I ask her.

"Why are you dressed like a little old lady?"

I scoff.  "I'm not dressed like an old lady."

"Maybe not your clothes," she states while looking me up and down.  "But you do need to do something about your hair."

I touch the bun on my head.  "What's wrong with my hairstyle?"  There really isn't much I can do with my short hair.  I was actually surprised--and happy--I was able to fit my hair into a bun.  That means my hair is growing longer.

She says nothing but, "Let me fix it, please?"

I roll my eyes.  "After breakfast."

"Well, I finished mine," she practically brags.  "I'll get all the supplies ready.  I will see you in your room, yeah?"

For the Floridians we are, I don't know how we sometimes sound so northern when we speak. Perhaps it's because Florida gets a lot of snowbirds down here.  I don't say anything to her.  I nod my head yes as she heads for my room.  I go to sit down, where Nora serves me breakfast.  I told her not to serve me, but she always insists.  I stopped arguing with her after awhile.

"There is something not right with that child," Nora says lowly to me after Ame walks away.

"Oh, Nora," I say.  "She just doesn't know how to react with me.  I'm hoping eventually, she'll start treating me like a regular, ordinary person, and not someone who needs to be fixed."

"I suppose you're right," she tells me.  "I know she is family and all, but you need to still stay wary of her.  Well, mostly her family."

"It's alright," I say.  "I chose to go back to school.  I have to remain civil with others, even if they don't always agree with my decisions.  That's life.  Not everyone is going to agree with you."

She gives me a hug.  "When did you become so grown up?"

I hug her back.  "Since I have a great mother figure," I reply.

She lets go of me so I can eat.  After I finish eating, I sigh, and head into the bedroom for Ame to style my hair the way she sees fit.
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Ame threw my hair halfway back with a hair clip.  She thought it looked better than the bun I had in my hair.  It doesn't matter anymore.  Cristi found me, and is practically dragging me to her group.  It just so happens to be the same group her brother, Xander, is in.  She starts introducing me to people I probably won't remember their names anyway.

"And this is Chase," Cristi finishes her introductions.

Chase looks at me as if to say, "Hello," or something, but he doesn't bother to say anything.  I wonder if I did something wrong.  Sometimes in life, there will be people who won't like you.  Not really for any reason in particular; they just don't like you.  I'll try to do my best to keep away from him.

"Hey I got to bounce," Chase says, and just like that, he's gone.  After hearing him speak, it makes sense why he said nothing.  That was the voice I heard making a reference to me being the new wine yesterday.

"Hey," Cristi says to me.  I stop staring at Chase--who has practically run away--and I look over at her.  "Sorry about yesterday after school."

"It's cool," I tell her.  "I kind of figured you weren't feeling so good yesterday at lunch."

"You noticed that, huh?"  She looks up at her brother.  I look at the two of them exchanging glances with each other.  It doesn't take a genius to figure out what's going on, but that's none of my business.  I have to focus on being as young at heart for as long as possible, and I also have to focus on my list.

The first bell rings, and I tell the group I will see them later on.  I head to class, and everything seems pretty much normal for the rest of the day.

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Cheerleading practice went well.  Ame and the rest of the cheerleaders seem really impressed with me.  They think I'm ready for the pep rally at the hockey game Friday night.  That's only three days away.  I can only hope I can be ready for it.  Then I can cross off being an official cheerleader from my list.

I give myself a mental shake as I head to my locker.  I have to grab a few books to study for as there will be a quiz on Thursday.  They do quizzes on Thursdays as opposed to Fridays because I guess Fridays are exciting days for seniors.  I guess I'll find out in a few days time.

I go to open my locker and something falls out onto the floor.  I bend down to pick it up.  There is a red rose with a note attached to it.  I look around to see the halls are empty.  Ame went home straight from the gym, and Cristi--as far as I know--left as soon as school let out.

I open the letter and it reads:

You ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?

Great!  I think to myself.  He's quoting Batman.  I roll my eyes--much like I had done this morning--but now I am starting to recall something.  The handwriting looks exactly like the note I received this morning.  I guess I'll have to take the note out of the trash to see if it's from the same person.

I head to the car to find Smith waiting for me.  For once in my life, I am actually glad my parents got me a bodyguard.




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Sunday, May 1, 2016

The List: Seven






To catch up:

The List Chapter Index

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6

The List: Seven


Some say silence is golden, but I prefer to have my headphones in my ears. Some days, I listen to a radio app while jogging, other days I'll just have my own playlist or album to listen to.  Today is a Disturbed kind of mood.  It's also a great escape from life for awhile.  I once heard a great quote that said something along the lines of escapism is survival.  That is a very true term for me.



I use jogging and listening to music as means to escape from every day life.  I also escape through books and writing.  I guess pretty much anything you do to keep yourself busy are means of escaping from every day realities.  Who doesn't want to escape anyway?

I know my time by my songs, mostly.  I know by the end of track 4--that's the end of the song called The Sickness--I will have to head back home and get ready for school.  I'll be ready for day two today, or at least I hope so.

I don't mind going to school with Ame, and I don't mind hanging out with Cristi; I just don't want to wind up seeing Xander, although the tap I just received on my shoulder tells me the opposite.  I stop abruptly and look over my shoulder, but don't I see anyone.

I slow down and come to a complete halt when I notice there's no one in the park but me--and Smith, my bodyguard, of course--I take my headphones out of my ears and look around.  Smith is giving me a strange look.

"Did you just tap me on my shoulder?"

"Um, no ma'am," he replies in his thick, southern accent.  Smith, too, is from the real south as well.  By real south--because I know you're thinking Florida is real south--I mean where the southern accents come from.  Smith just so happens to also be from Louisiana, like Nora.

I shrug.  It could have been my imagination just running wild like usual.  I decide to turn around and head home.  It's just about time to get ready for school anyway.  I put back on my headphones to find Good Morning Heartache by Billie Holiday playing.  While it is one of my favorite songs, I don't remember switching my playlist at all.

I give yet another shrug, and head home.  As I arrive at the house, Nora and Ame are waiting for me.  I start stretching as I look at my smart watch.  I start pressing buttons on it so I can check my pulse.  After my stretches, I head to my room where I jot down my vitals.

I write everything down the old-fashioned way.  I write them in notebooks.  I keep a health journal in my desk drawer.  I finish marking everything down and I head to the shower.  It's time to get ready for another day of school.


After my shower, I head back into my bedroom to get dressed.  Something catches the corner of my eye by my backpack as I am sitting on the bed.  There seems to be a folded piece of paper just laying on top of the stand.  I head over and pick it up.

As I unfold the letter, I am surprised by what I am seeing.  The letter reads:

Dear Kalura,

You like lists, and now here's mine:

1.  To win your heart

Signed,

I look inside my bag to see if there's another note around.  Whoever wrote me this letter, they never left a name.  I sigh at the lack of control I have over some things in my life.  That's one of the reasons why I have to see a psychiatrist to begin with.

One of the things we deal with is learning how to meditate and let go.  That is what I decide to do.  I set my timer for a minute, and I focus on how I'm breathing.  Inhale.  Exhale.  Slow, controlled breathing.  The timer dings, and I open my eyes.  I see the letter, and I give a little laugh. 

I roll my eyes, and toss the paper in the trash.  It's probably just someone trying to prank the new girl or something.  I head out the room where Nora, Ame, and Smith are waiting for me at the breakfast table.  Today should definitely be more interesting than yesterday.



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Sunday, April 24, 2016

The List: Six

To catch up:

THE LIST: CHAPTER INDEX

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5








Chapter Six:  The Sleepover

Nora seemed a bit taken aback when I brought Ame home earlier.  I was not expecting that from her.  Of course, she didn't show these emotions on the surface; I just felt that emitting from her.  I can be a sentient person sometimes.

Nora tells me all the time I should always embrace my sentient side.  So many have innate abilities, and tend to ignore them when they conform to society's standards--or so that's what she's always told me before.  I think the reason Nora was shocked to see Ame at all was because we--Ame and I--haven't been exactly on speaking terms for a few months.  I figure I can explain my day to Nora sometime tomorrow when we're alone or something.

I don't want to make my cousin feel bad.  She does mean well in her own way.  I just wanted to stop seeing things her way, and do things my way for once.  Sometimes, in order for people to change and grow, they need to separate themselves from others until they find out just what they want out of life; that was what I had done.

I know Ame feels hurt by what I've done, but I also know how forgiving she can be.  I know eventually, she'll come around and--hopefully--understand where I'm coming from.  I bring my thoughts back to the present, and spit out the toothpaste that washed my mouth.  I rinse the toothbrush off and hang it up.

I told Ame I needed a moment after we watched Cast Away for the millionth time.  I don't know why we're watching this movie.  I'd rather be watching some kind of a rom-com right about now.  I've been in a fragile state of mind lately, but I don't want to ruin the fun Ame and I are having.

We've watched Cast Away so much, we start creating our own dialog on what the characters are saying.  It was pretty funny, but I just needed a moment to myself, and so I excused myself to get ready for bed.  There still is school in the morning, so we can't stay up too much longer.

I walk out of the bathroom, and hear my cousin saying something.

"And even in death
"I will stay on the right path
"The best I could be"

I recognize what she's saying.  That's a haiku I wrote in my journal.  I open the door to find her with my journal in her hands.  She looks up at me, pretends nothing is wrong about this situation at all, and smiles.

"I didn't know you kept a secret diary," she says.

I don't know what to say to her.  The last time, she found out I was making a list of things I'd like to accomplish in my life--which, when she found out, she freaked out--and that was one of the reasons why we hadn't talked in a long time.

"Uh, sorry," she continues to speak.  "I stumbled upon it under the pillow.  Something felt uncomfortable when I laid my head down."

I still say nothing.  I am surprised she hasn't tried to argue with me like the last time.  I look down to the ground.  I just want to enjoy my senior year; I don't want any trouble.

"Again, I'm sorry," I look back at her.  "I shouldn't have read your secret diary without your permission.  Though I must tell you," she pauses, closes the book, and hands it to me.  "You're a fantastic writer.  I didn't know you could write haiku's and poetry like that."

I give a curt laugh.  "Neither did I," I find myself say.  I look back at her.  "For the record it's a journal, and if it was so secretive, I would have found a better hiding place for it.  I keep it under the pillow to write down my weird dreams."

"Oh," she responds as if a light bulb just went on in her head or something.  "That explains those cryptic entries."

"Yeah," I give a little smile as I head over to my bed to put my journal back under the pillow.

"Why do you write down your dreams?"

"My shrink told me to," I begin.  "She told me to write them down, because it's a way of the subconscious telling you something."

"Is that why you made that list?"

"No," I yawn as I crawl into bed.  "You know why."  I lay down and turn off the lamp light.

I hear her sigh as she crawls into the other side of my king-sized bed.  "I know."

She starts mumbling something, but I'm not really listening as my dreams have now taken full effect.  I'm sure whatever it is, we can chat more in the morning after my jog.

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