i'm looking for the face i had before the world was made
I was the primordial flaring forth, the gravitational waves, the whirling galaxies, and the exploding supernovas that would become stars and planets. I was the steaming planet Earth, the bacteria awash in the sea, and the early eukaryotes and multicellular animals. I exploded in the Cambrian
explosion, stumbled onto land, walked with dinosaurs, saw trees and flowers appear, walked upright in Africa, and walked on the moon. I felt the embrace of gravity. I was one with all that had been and all that was to be. I experienced subjective mystical communion with the evolutionary, emergent universe. I was the universe.
We know not where the journey leads, no...
In a city full of laps in 2050 it was the start of gene modification when a group of illegal scientists throw their gene expeirments garbage in sewers a rat exposed to them and mutated into a beast 7 ft tall and a muscular body like a train carriyng huge truck he could see any rat in mile area.........a body like wearing torn coat............a scream that
can break glass and destroy weapons...........and a super strength,with all that he was attacking any lap that harm animals like those who turned him into that beast with no mercy. Rumers said that he was a beast that hunted the sewers. after a while of killing scientists, destroying laps and saving thousands of rats , scientists kept it as a secret to reassur...
“Zinnia, I’m home,” Mrs. Robinson called from the kitchen. The wind howled outside and fat raindrops ran down the windows. There was no response from the dark house.
“Zinnia, sweetie, come get some dinner,” she said hopefully. Nothing.
Finally, Mrs. Robinson put down the sacks of groceries and marched down the hall to her
“Come on, eat some dinner,” she said while opening the door.
There was nobody in the bedroom. She checked under the bed, the closet, and under the rug. Nothing. Only a dripping, black painted handprint below the open window. Mrs. Robinson fell to the floor and burst into tears.
I just don’t know what to say. My older sister Sarah would tell me to speak from my heart. Blake Andrew might say something incredibly intellectual, possibly from his textbooks, and I wouldn’t understand. I’ll figure it out.
I still don’t know what to say. Everyone’s gonna be there. Mama and Dad will
be watching. Blake and Sarah. Everyone will be watching me, scrawny little Genesis Clarke with my hair down to my waist. As the old saying goes, the show must go on. Most people have mixed feelings about me giving speeches, but I don't mind.
This time he’s really done it, that hateful creep. Just two days before, and Blake...
Mr. Roy walked inside the gate towards the door crossing the green lawn with pavement decoration of pebbles and flowering plants such as pansy and oleander. He makes his move towards the body of Mr. David lying on an expensive embroidered carpet in a study room. He was flabbergasted to see there was no forced entry; there was no one else in the home except
for the victim with just one coffee mug and a novel half lying on the table.
The preliminary death investigation began. Evidences seemed to have magically disappeared regardless of intense search. All the family members which included his Mother, Sister, Son and People who visited the man that day were interrogated which led to no conclusion of any kind. ...
You hear a violent, disturbed scream. You have no clue where you are or why you’re here. You have two choices, scream for help or observe your surroundings. You decide that the best course of action is to observe your surroundings, that way you’ll know if you’re actually in any sort of danger. You figure looking around may provide you with some sort of
tool for protection, just in case.
You slowly open your eyes and realize that you are in a padded room. White pads surround you. The room isn’t in good condition at all, the pads on the ceiling are peeled back ever so slightly. The floor’s padding is worn down to a thread, someone has obviously been pacing around the room. The wall’s padding h...
Tell me, if you were alone in your room and heard an unfamiliar voice, what would you do? Probably scream your guts out, just like me. And that's how I met it. By being scared to death in a fine fall evening, while listening to music. It was my fairy. Yes, it may not sound real. Even I didn't believe it. I still don't. But I wanted to. Who wouldn't want
their wish to come true without rubbing a lamb? I was trying to see what was in front of me between my sweaty and shaking hands. Weird enough, it didn't look anything like the ones in the tales. A small ball of light. That's what it was. “I will grant a wish within the depth of your heart. But I want something in return. Think well. Not everyone gets a chan...
Jamy Quick VS The World Part #1
Home Town Crime
15 year old Dan flipped the pancake into the air.He looked over at his best friend Jamy Quick or as everyone knew her Jamy.So What's wrong you haven't touched your pancakes.I've just been stressed over recent developments.Such as what questioned Dan with his mouth full of food.Such as
the bank robbery that went on yesterday replied Jamy.Wait what Dan said suddenly,a bank was robbed?.Yes, replied Jamy who was also 15 years old. it was MIghty Mountain Bankings first ever robbery.Idon’t know how they got past the security guards sensors and whatever other secret security systems they have in that place.Well maybe would should go see Deputy L...
Christopher’s body tensed, and his mouth grew dry. “We need to go home, now.” He looked to the left road then to the one on the right. He pointed to it, turning to Luke. “If we go down Dougal Road, we’ll cut right through and it will lead us straight home. This way is faster, then going back the way we came.”
Luke was silent, but nodded his
Christopher looked back at the tower one last time, before grabbing Luke’s hand. They made a right, disappearing into the trees that surrounded the road. Christopher kept Luke close to him.
The two boys sped-walk down the road where the backs of homes perched on the top of stubby hills that sat even further from the road, barely visible beca...
Luke and Christopher stood by the edge of a road which split into two. Many trees ascended into the blueish-grey sky, interrupted only by the black outline of electrical poles. Squashed in between was a two street signs with green arrows: one pointing left, “Blake Rd” and one pointing right, “Dougal Rd” Towering above it was a street lamp that gave a
faint orange glow to the surrounding trees and road.
“Something’s not right,” Christopher stated, looking back at the tower, which stood ominously in the distance.Luke stood beside Christopher, silent but still shaken up. Every little noise made his heart thump and head turn jarringly, his “hover-board” wrapped in his arms over his chest. “T...
Luke’s lips pressed together tightly, lost in thought about that woman. Thankful that they weren’t stopping at that house.
A flashing red light from the radio tower pierced through the sky and almost instantly, a chilly breeze violently tugged at Luke’s vest.
Christopher stopped, his body stiffening. He shut his eyes tightly and softly rubbed
Another pulse of red emanated from the tower. Luke’s stomach dropped with dread as if he were on a rollercoaster. He quickly grabbed onto his chest and began to wheeze. Then, as another blinking red light emanated, everything went silent. The only noise came from the swish of trees.
Luke slowly turned around to see the old lady and h...
Luke and Christopher stopped by many houses, occasionally laughing about the poor quality of candy the home owners offered. Luke especially felt bad about doing this after the people, complemented him on his costume. The purple, overcast sky above soon faded to midnight blue, (Although it was not midnight yet). Luke’s candy bag grew heavier to hold and
plum at its bottom as the night continued. Luke and Christopher walked by one of the houses, a sprinkler systems went off. Luke yelped from surprise as the cold, foul-smelling well water sprayed him across the shoulders and onto Christopher. He laughed, putting his hands in front of him so his face wouldn’t be next in line. The sprinklers immediately cut off ...
“What did that man ask you?” Christopher questioned vexedly.
Luke was silent for a few moments, then, “He asked me if I wanted to go see his c-car collection.” He swallowed hard, realizing now how stupid this sounded. He added, quickly shaking his head “But I wasn’t going to…”
Christopher looked shaken up. ‘Yes, he’ll be safe
with me. I promise-’ Christophers last words to his mother rang in his head, ‘I promise’.
He replied with a frown, “You need to be careful, it’s not your fault but that man had bad intentions… what if he wanted to hurt you?”
Luke’s body stiffened, “But I wasn’t going to go in.” He muttered in a low voice.
“Sure” Luke answered almost immediately, intent on seeing Ryan’s rare DMC De Lorean collectible.
“Well, come on then.” Ryan insisted, as he leaned Luke’s “hover-board” against the interior wall of his house.
Luke took two steps up to the wooden door and stepped inside, clutching onto his candy bag. Ryan put his hand firmly on
Luke’s shoulder. Suddenly the pit of Luke’s stomach lurched.
The walls were blotchy eggshell with lifeless transparent curtains at the windows. The furniture looked antique with marks on the sides. Standing in front of it, a mundane coffee table placed in the middle on top of a decaying rug, it’s once intricate, colorful patterns faded overtime. A dim g...
He walked to the other side of the grand room, inching closer to the tall dark brown cabinet, and reached for the pack of markers. He examined the markers, trying to find one that matched perfectly.
After a few moments Luke came running through the hallway and into Christopher’s room, barely sidestepping past a red toy car. “How’s this?” He
questioned, handing Christopher both markers.
“Hmm” Christopher closely examined, “It’s close enough.” He turned to the board, and filled in the words. Luke watched, almost holding his breath. “Well, it's done.” Christopher turned to him, handing the finished product over. Luke stared, silently.