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It kinda makes me sick...

It kinda makes me sick how easily some people blow things off. It’s a real punch to the face when you tell something that’s serious or important to you to someone, and they just ignore it, or don’t really think that much of it.

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This is one of my worst short stories: “Running From the King”

“ Epilogue

          My name is Carfell. I live in a world where the next generations' leader is decided through a series of games where people die. Unfortunately, I will die either way because the king cannot anyone with a higher intelligence such as myself. I am only winning to put off the next generation for as long as possible, because I refuse to let the whole civilization be stomped on by some brute meat-head. The next challenge I will face is the ocean of hate, where you are given a boat and repeatedly attacked by ocean dwelling monsters, preserved from thousands of years ago. I was particularly frightened of this challenge because there is no pattern to it like the OWLS. Enough about me, more on the story.

          I sniffed at the air. The pungent smell of rotting flesh stung my nostrils. This arena, the field hall, is but another game. My collar bone was bruised from my fall, but I was determined to persist on. These games will not get the rest of me, as it had my peers. Their mistake was always moving, but I only moved when I had to. Running from it will not save me, as everybody would assume. I was talented in this particular game, as the OWLS could not see me because of my lack of movement. By now, the field hall was stained with the dark blood of the others who attempted to run away from their final fate. As I was walking, I felt a warm breeze on my cheek and the sound of running water. I almost laughed out loud at how stupid they thought I was. Running water? A warm breeze? Bah, I thought. There is no water in the field, nor a wind. Do they think me an idiot? Most gamers would rush at the source of the running water, but I did not. The OWLS were silent, but if they thought they could gain something from it, they would stir up a warm wind, or even make the sounds of running water. I wasn't startled at how they found me, I was actually expecting it. Everybody underestimated the genius of the OWLS, even though they were the smartest invention for the games. The games were to decide a leader for the new generation. I would be killed anyways for winning, since I did not use the weapons provided and instead used my brain. If the winner is smart, and did not use weapons, then they would be executed and another game would be held. Why wouldn't I just fight to win with weapons instead of dying, you ask? Well, I do not want to rule or to have anyone else rule. After my execution, all I can hope for is another who will use their head. During the games, there is one final. Ten gamers per round. Ten games. The two winners are put into the final round. The field hall was the second game, and there is two gamers left: me, and some boy named Carson. Carson is near death, so I will win.

          People say it's hard to watch countless people die, but I don't think too much of it. We grew up around it, watching people die and hoping to be nominated to join the games. No matter how much bloodshed and gore was on TV, there were those who still wanted to be the ruler of the new generation. I didn't try to get in. I didn't want to do this, but I was forced to because I was nominated by my "friends". I didn't hate the games, but I didn't like them either. Our system was like how the ancient people did it, people fighting to the death, trying to be the final victor. I personally thought that I would be a good leader, but oh well. By now, I'm narrating this on the last game; there is two people left, me and some girl name Ali. I wasn't going to go and kill her, but I didn't plan on losing; she'd have to get out some natural game. Ali didn't seem like the violent type and was bound to be swallowed by the games.

          By now, the games are over. I won. Ali died from the flu, and I was the victor. Not being the competitive type, I didn't celebrate. I hadn't won the games yet though; there was still one more thing I needed to do. Run. I had to run. The king would never let me rule, I was too smart. They will kill me, so I must run.

 Chapter I: “On the Run”  

   My bare feet thumped against the wood exit to the games. They didn't give us shoes for the games. People were surprised when I didn't come out the other end, because they were too stupid to realize that I had gone out the opposite side. The hazy green glow of the sky gave my pure white skin a weird color, like was under luminescent lights. I felt a stab of hunger in my stomach, but I pushed it away because I knew it'd be a while before I got food. My gray t-shirt flapped in the breezes that I was stirring up while running. The breeze helped to dry the beads of sweat that had formed on my forehead. I realized that I probably didn't look like a super-model right now because my face was most likely covered with sweat and dirt. My glasses rubbed against my nose as I ran, and were foggy from the moist atmosphere. Soon the people who were waiting for me to show my face on the other side of the stadium would notice my absence; I didn't want them coming after me, so I kept running.  Oh great I thought, because I felt near to passing out. I would have to stop eventually, but not yet. My mind kept racing to what they would do to me if I stopped just for one second to catch my breath. My brown hair was glued to my forehead like it was bug-splat on a window.

          Stopping in the sewers was a better idea than dying I tried to tell myself with no avail. Down here –it stunk like- you know what's usually in sewers. Cockroaches and rats scuttled across the floor; I ignored them because I had a good connection with sewer animals. Being in the sewer brought back memories from when I was little, which I chose to forget. Iron pipes snaked across the walls, hissing like ugly snakes. Even through all these things, I persisted on my trek through the muck. I wasn't actually in the sludge, but my feet would still stink after this for a long time.

"Ah!" I exclaimed as I stepped on a piece of chipped glass. I took a closer inspection at the wound, and found that a steady river of blood was flowing out through the incision. "Great. Now how am I going to run?" I angrily asked myself. "Watch where you're going you idiot! Now you'll leave blood footprints wherever you go!" I yelled at myself. I had no concern of getting an infection in my bloodstream, but I still ripped off a piece of my leg wrap to make a temporary dam for the river of my blood.

          Continuing on, I found an exit to the disgusting sewer system. I was starting to feel dizzy from my lack of water and food, which was really starting to take a toll on me. My foot hurt every time I stepped on it, and the wrap was soaked red. Behind me I could see the red the red dots that had started to appear on the ground behind me.

I could hear men shouting; "Where is the victor?" "Find him at once!" they shouted to each other. Every time a victor had escaped, the town where the games were held always had a giant wild goose chase trying to find the winner before the king lost respect for them.  I hated the kingdom, and not because of the games. I had a history with the royal family, and we did not like each other. There was no doubt in my mind that if the king found me: my head would be on the chopping block.

Chapter II: "King"

           "FIND HIM!" I bellowed, angry at my men for letting the boy escape. "Follow any trail he left behind!" I exclaimed as I was getting my cape on, preparing to go and find the scum that escaped my game.

"Sir, shouldn't we wait for him to be found by one of the civilians? We should preserve our men." A dirty servant asked.

"NO PEASANT!" I bellowed yet again "ARE YOU INSANE? ARE YOU TRYING TO GET EXECUTED?" I asked him. "No sir…" he said, cowardly as he got my steed prepared for the finding of the boy.

          We rode off on the gravel that was scattered around my beautiful kingdom. Of course, it was not the middle ages but as a boy I was always star-stricken at the medieval ages; over time, I longed for a kingdom of my own to rule over. The citizens of my kingdom followed me like the lambs that they are. That boy was the only thing stopping me from world domination. I have discarded the memory of how I met him, and do not long to see that pitiful mouse again. I think if I find him again, he will be executed. Not only did he defeat my games with his head: but he also ruined my life. It was almost dusk. The city patrol will get him now, the rule is no juveniles out past midnight.   My horses hooves clopped against the stone ground, which was still wet from the recent rain that our kingdom has suffered. I will surely find him.

END (maybe? Again, I have an actual book that I am writing now that is way longer.)

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One of my short stories (it’s really not finished)

I am tired. And my hand is bleeding. I know why I’m tired, just not the latter. Sometimes I seemed to get injuries randomly. A ball came flying at my head, and I slapped it back at the other team.

“LeVous! Out!” the coach yelled at me, the whistle half-hanging out of her mouth, every word she said whistling slightly.

“Ah, whatever.” I grumbled. My sister, Nessie and her friends all giggled as I walked off the court and tripped over someone’s backpack that was left lying on the floor.

“LeVous!” Coach yell-whistled one last time.

“I’m leaving, I’m leaving.” I plopped down on the bleachers, and grabbed a Band-Aid from my backpack. I peeled off the paper, and applied it to my hand thoughtfully. Soon, the game was over and the bell rang. Everybody grabbed their things and rushed out almost immediately.

“Come on!” Nessie shouted over her shoulder at me.

“Yeah, I got it.” I replied, closing the box and grabbing my things. As I walk carefully (or not so carefully) stepping down the bleachers, my foot slipped on the step and I slid down the rest of the way.

“Well that’s one way to do it.” She grinned, and held out her hand to me. “Come on, twin.”

I grabbed her hand and pulled myself up, but almost immediately I felt a sharp pain in my leg. “Crap.” I put my foot down, testing it. More pain. Not good.

“You okay?” She asked, looking at my leg.

“No, but it should be fine.” I said putting my weight on my foot. “You know what they say, no pain, no gain!”

“Whatever.” She let my arm go and ran out the door. “Idiot.”

I walked down the hallway, through the crowds of people rushing to get to their next class.

“Levi!” somebody shouted from across the hallway, and I looked over. My friend, Robin was crossing over to me.

“Oh, hey.” I said as he reached me.

“Did you hear about the storm coming tonight?” Robin asked, reaching his hand up to push a couple strands of his dark red hair away from his pale face. “They say it’ll be the worst storm we’ve had in ten years!”

“Really?” I looked out the window. “Looks sunny enough to me.”

“Well yeah, but…” Robin started, but I didn’t hear the rest because I had already started walking towards my locker, leaving Robin behind me frowning.

I unlocked it, and started grabbing my books out of it.

“Yo!” another one of my friends, Coraline, punched me on the back. “Why does it look like you killed his puppy?”

“Why does it look like somebody poured flour on your face?” I looked at her face, the dark-ish skin covered by a thin white sheet of powder.

“Oh.” She said, dragging her arm across her face, leaving a streak in it. “Science class gone wrong.”

“Why not just wash it off?” I asked, closing my locker.

“Because I’m really lazy and have no shame.” She said proudly.

“Whatever, I’ve got to get home.” I started walking towards the school door.

“Watch out for the storm!” Coraline shouted behind me. What was all this talk of the storm? I understand Robin talking about it, but Coraline? Maybe there will be a storm.

I tossed my backpack down next to my desk, and pulled out my homework. Something feels off. Nessie hasn’t come home yet. She always comes home straight after school everyday, unless she is going over to one of her friends houses. She always tells me if she’s going to her friend’s houses, though, so this didn’t make since. I shrugged. Better just let it be. All of a sudden, my phone rang, and I grabbed it up.

“Hey Levi?” How convenient. It was one of Nessie’s friends, Sasha.

“Yeah?” I asked, carelessly spinning around in my chair.

“Have you seen Nessie?” I stopped. “She was supposed to come over to my house today, but she never showed up.”

“What do you mean she never showed up?” I asked, concerned. “Weren’t you with her?”

“Well… No. I asked her to meet me at my house at four, while I stopped at the library but she wasn’t there when I got home.”

“Where is she then?” This was totally unlike my sister. She’d never bail on one of her friends. Something was definitely wrong.

“I don’t know!” Sasha cried. “I really hope she’s okay! If she’s not I could never forgive myse-” I slammed the phone down and ran downstairs to get my bike.

(I am probably not going to be writing more on this one, but I might. It’s reallly not finished)