Dear Diary, (April 28, 2022) Today was so incredibly boring. My parents left me in charge of cleaning the whole house. I guess that’s what happens when they leave you for a week and you are the only child. It doesn’t help that they have a very important party for their job that they have to throw right when they get home. I’ve got to get back to cleaning. -Sasha Mills
Dear Diary, (April 30, 2022) Something weird happened today. I was out walking Comet when a felt chills rise up my spine. I had looked around but their was no one anywhere that I could see. I swear that the street had been crowded just seconds before. I am not going to lie, I am really freaked out. -Sasha Mills
Dear Diary, (May 12, 2022) More weird things keep happening. I am really freaked out. My parents should have come home by now. I haven’t seen another person since my last entry. I have repeatedly heard someone knocking on my door, but no is there. Something is definitely wrong. I am starting to run out of food but all the stores are closed. Thankfully the tap still works. I can still get water, though it has started to taste bitter. I’m really scared. -Sasha Mills
Dear Diary, (May 30, 2022) I lost my diary for a little while. No one has shown them selves for what feels like a very long time. I have decided to record in my diary as often as possible. If I die then someone might find my diary and figure out what happened to me. I ran out of food a few days ago. I had to break into a shop to get some food. Thankfully most of it was still fine to eat, but all the refrigerators were down so some food spoiled. When I crashed through the window no alarm went off. Something is definitely wrong. -Sasha Mills
Dear Diary, (June 03, 2022) I am really scared. I want my family back. I ventured out to the other side of town this morning. I brought supplies and this journal as well as a pen to write with. I went to see if I could find my friend, Destiny White. No one was at her house. Her car was gone so maybe they got away. Wait, I hear footsteps. Someone is coming. Maybe it’s Destiny!
I am not going to take the time to date this report and to address it. It wasn’t Destiny. It was SOMETHING else. I’m scared. I think it’s coming for me. I am hiding under her bed, hidden by the skirts that hang down from her mattress. I can hear breathing. Oh gosh. Please someone help me. It’s getting clo
Everything is going black Beneath this great oak tree In this golden daylight I start to fade Beneath this great oak tree My enemies are close Beneath this great oak tree I can’t afford to rest Beneath this great oak tree. But it’s so pretty. Beneath this great oak tree. My thoughts are already beginning to wander Beneath this great oak tree The tea it must have been Away from this great oak tree Laced with some kind of poison. Away from this great oak tree I start to slip into sleep Beneath this great oak tree My vision is going black Beneath this great oak tree The feet of someone walk up to me Beneath this great oak tree A blade beneath the throat Beneath this great oak tree That will be what is coming for me Beneath this great oak tree
There had been few occasions in which he had been so certain he was about to die. Frank peered out at the valley below him. He had never loved flying. Heights freaked him out. He loved dragons. He just didn’t love riding them.
The dragon’s scales were warm underneath him. He knew better than to ride bareback on a dragon. But it had been an emergency and he hadn’t had time to saddle Stormbrow.
Frank felt his stomach drop again as Stormbrow preformed another intricate maneuver. He felt an intense heat as the dragon behind them let go another torrent of black fire.
The dragon twirled in a circle, trying to escape the dark dragon behind them. Frank felt himself slipping. He tried desperately to hold on to the spike in front of him, but he slipped and went flying, falling straight to the canyon floor.
Akira Madlock wasn’t fond of water. She drank it, of course. She needed it to survive. But give her an open body of water and she would rather run away than get in. So, needless to say, when she found out that her mission required her to go to the Sour Salmon Inn she was less than exited. Nicknamed the tavern on the water, the Sour Salmon Inn was surrounded by water. There was land on either side of the inn, but not much. The Inn was located on a tiny island. A massive marsh dominated most of it. The Sour Salmon Inn was on stilts in one of the narrowest parts of the wetland. A small forest surrounded the marsh. Though you could use it to get to the inn, it was dangerous and the journey took weeks. Akira didn’t have weeks. So she had steeled her nerve and gotten in that tiny paddle boat. Using a boat it only took a few hours to reach the tavern. When she arrived, she was sweating and her muscles were cramping. The mind numbing terror she felt when she had first gotten in the boat was soon replaced with mind numbing boredom. If she didn’t focus on the water she was fine. She knew her mission was important. She needed information that only her informant would have. And they were to meet up here. It was worth the terror of the water. This information could help her save lives. It could help her end the war. Her commander was counting on her to get it. And so she would. She stepped out of the small water craft and swayed for a second before she could find her balance again. She dragged the boat on the shore and to the spot all the other little crafts had been stowed. She retrieved her few belongings: a water canteen, her supply pack, her dagger, a drab brown cloak, and lastly the scroll she was to give to her guy. She put the canteen and the scroll back in her supply pack. She draped the bag across her body. She clipped the dagger around her waist. Then she swung the cloak over her shoulders. She went up to the door and took a deep breath. It was peaceful out here, but she knew that inside it would be anything but. Akira pushed the door open and stepped inside. It took a few seconds for her eyes to get adjusted. The tavern smelled of stale ale and fish. Akira knew that they also served beef and mutton, but the smell of fish was overpowering. She scanned the crowded, noisy room. She was looking for the table that she was to meet her informant at. He should have already been there. She found it, and sitting there was her brother, whom she believed to be dead.
I stopped and looked down. “I sleep with my wand under my pillow. Do you know why, Althea?” I looked back up at her. She shook her head, not meeting my eyes. “I sleep with it under my pillow because I am PARANOID that something will happen. I am so stressed out because of this whole stupid thing, that I can’t sleep if I don’t have my wand within reach.” “What does this have to do with anything?” She asked. I grabbed her wrists and looked into her eyes. “I’m telling you this because I want to warn you. Once you do this, you can never go back. Do you understand?” She nodded uncomfortably. “It will change you. It changes everyone.”
I stare at the blank paper, it stares back.
A Fountain pen in hand I start to write.
Then annoyed I scribble it out of sight.
If only I had been inspired tonight.
The ink might finally begin to flow.
Words might start to appear and start staying.
But I hadn't been inspired to write tonight.
So for now I lay my pen out of sight.
But only until inspiration strikes.
Dear S.K.H, I know you are very busy, but the matter at hand is most important. The matter we discussed earlier, will not take place. We have been discovered. I hope this letter will find you in time. I pray to Askelli that we may meet another time. ~HL
The rain beat down on the man. He knew he needed to get this letter to his master, but it would be futile to keep going. He moved to the side of the road and made camp.
He never saw the young girl, as she stepped out of the undergrowth. She hit him on the head with her heavy dagger and sent him sprawling. When he woke up, both the letter and the girl were gone.
A woman scowled at the clock. Her messenger should have arrived with the confirmation letter. Nevertheless she would continue on.
She went to the place her and her unknown accomplice had designated, only to be met by a troubling sight. A few armed guards were grouped together.
She assumed from how they were acting that they were looking for something. She tried to slip between the alleyways, but they spotted her.
She never knew about the letter, not until she was sent to the gallows for her crimes. There she saw her treacherous companion staring up at her, regret in his heart broken eyes.
Want some advice? There is always a silver lining, sometimes it just takes longer to find it. I tried to keep that in mind as I trudged through the snow. The bottoms of my skirts were soaked. I was shivering. The cold seemed to sap all of my energy. I wore many layers, but it didn’t deter the harsh wind. I had on a thin hat, in hopes that it would keep the heat from leaving my body. I kept my eyes on the path as I trudged forward. “There is always a silver lining. “ I told myself. My voice sounded dull and distant. Some part of my brain registered that I had probably started to develop hypothermia. I stumbled and fell. I didn’t have the energy to stand back up and keep going. My vision started to fade. In the distance I heard shouting. I tried to focus on it, but I soon lost consciousness.