Falling Apart (Part One)

I hug my thick, leather coat tighter to me as the wind lashes at my uncovered skin. My eyes stinging and barely a gleam of light from the night sky make it hard to see where I’m going. It is a path I’ve travelled many times before, though not any time recently, so I know my way well enough to continue trudging toward my destination. I hear the creaking of old wood and reckon I must be getting close. My pace slows as the gusts of wind increase, the surrounding trees offer me no protection from the harsh weather.

The creaking continues to grow in volume though no more than a mere whisper over the wind and I surge forward into the modest safety of a porch. I had made it, finally. The house, if you could still call it that, seemed to have retained it’s main structure from what I see of it’s faint silhouette. Though the real carnage lay waiting inside the old building. Walking carefully on the weak and flexing boards beneath me, I headed for the front door and pulled it open.

I trod very carefully as I make my way through the front room into the second. I hope that everything is the same as I last remember it and that there would be no surprises. As I feel the walls to guide me into the house, familiar textures greet me amongst many that I do not know. My fingers press against a cold, metal surface and I know I’ve found the fire. Although I don’t know if it is still functional, I take and risk and pull matches from my pocket, setting the mantel alight. The heat from the flames instantly seeped into my skin, releasing and relaxing my tired muscles and letting me feel every ache in my body. I empty out a couple more pockets beside the fire and turn to warm my backside. Forgetting that the room was now lit, however dully, I had not prepared myself to see contents of the room.

There was little left in the way of furniture; it was either destroyed by animals or looted by wanderers or thieves. Either way, it was not missed. Now there was nothing left to conceal the evidence of a life lived here. No darkness, no obstacles. I walked over to the wall opposite where a few pieces of paper flapped wildly, still attached to the wall. Pulling them down gently I brought them back to the fire where I could see them clearly. The first was a child’s drawing: a roughly scribbled portrait of a boy and his parents. The next piece of paper held yet another drawing but this time of the woods. The last one was very faded and ripped in many places, but when I brought it to the fire I saw a family portrait. A beautiful young woman holding a chubby, little baby boy who were both enveloped in the arms of a much younger and less weathered me. I remember the day the photo was taken.

It had been a rough night for my wife and I with the baby waking every couple of hours; he was only a few months old. By the time morning came, all three of us were tired and grumpy and really not in the best of moods for a family photo. It was too late to cancel though because the cameraman was already on his way by the time we crawled out of bed. Our boy simply refused to eat breakfast that morning and by the time the cameraman arrived, we were all flustered. He set up the camera anyway and asked us to stand how we wanted. For some strange reason, that’s when our baby boy decided to perk up.

I don’t know if he thought the new man was funny looking or if he knew he was getting a photo, but he was incredibly happy and kept giggling at what seemed nothing. My wife and I just ran with and and before long we were smiling as well. I think in our case we were more suffering from delirium. Our photo ended up going fast and turned out wonderfully.

Before a single tear dropped from my welled eyes, I carefully folded up the portrait and buried it deep into one of my pockets so as not to lose it. I leant against the wall next to the fire and slid to the ground next to my things. There was precious little else left in the room and I didn’t think I could look at any other rooms tonight. I curled myself into a protective stance, holding anything as a weapon and let myself drift off for a quick nap.

It has been a while since my last one, but here we have another piece written from one of Kellie’s FWF Prompts! Thanks for the ever inspiring prompts, Kellie. I’m certainly not done with this one. (:

Inside the literary mind of a 12 year-old: The Pu Tuhs

A/N: Just before we begin, I thought I should say that this short story was written around my twelfth birthday. I’ve copied it to here word for word perfect, just so I could have it documented here as well as a single copy on paper. (: It was written in English class where we had to create a superhero and write a story about them.

This particular story was a practise exercise to precede the  final assessment – another short story about a superhero but.. better. Haha. (Hopefully I can find that one – as I’m rather proud of it – and show it as well. Although it did grow from a 500-700 word limit to a 2,114 word submission. ;D) Anyway! Enjoy.

The Pu Tuhs (Which is Shut Up backwards. Apparently I found this thoroughly amusing in Grade Nine.)

One fine day at Sommerset High, Ms Ellem was teacher her usual Monday period 5&6 english class.She enjoyed teaching this class as she had mostly lovely kids but unfortunately also many annoying little brats. Her favourite students were Monelica Amerthyst and Marie Roberts. Monelica and Marie were her favourites because they were polite, well behaved and also did all their work. There was also one other reason. One which very few people knew about. They had something in common that was superhuman. They all had super human powers. They all found out about each others when Ms Ellem caught them using their elemental powers and decided to share with them she was psychic and had an elemental power herself. But that was 2 months ago. Now they have mastered all their powers with each others help, and know where their power source is.

Twenty five minutes into the 35 minute lesson Monelica’s other best friend, Holly could see that the teacher’s desk drawer was glowing dimly and told both Monelica and Marie. Although they could not see it glowing they told Ms Ellem. Ms Ellem wanted to show the girls but couldn’t. Because by opening the drawer the classroom would glow a pinky-purple drawing attention to it from the students. So Monelica momentarily shape shifted the four of the to a space of nothingness while a hologram of them was created in the classroom.

Ms Ellem opened the drawer and inside sat a bright, shimmering pinky-purple stone. She explained to the girls that the stone was her power source. It was the scared stone, Pu Tuhs. It had been passed down through many generations. Monelica and Marie also had power sources which they could carry. Marie’s was a bright pink flower, and Monelica’s was a bright purple nova wand. They were starting to get warm and even brighter. Holly didn’t have a power source like theirs. Hers was in her mind. Ms Ellem then also explained why they were glowing and getting warmer. They were doing this because evil was looming. Coming for Ms. Ellem’s power source. Ms. Ellem knew who was coming from her psychic ability. It was the Nasty Wizard of Cicatidel.

Monelica returned the class to normal and they resumed the lesson even though the bell was due to go in 2 minutes. They were all scared of what was going to happen to Ms Ellem. They decided nothing was going to happen to her. They were going to make sure nothing was going to happen to her.

Suddenly a scary guy burst through the large windows of the classroom. At this moment Ms Ellem and the three girls knew it was the Nasty Wizard of Cicatidel. They all crowded around Ms Ellem and discussed what action they were going to take. As the wizard edged closer they decided they were going to fight but Holly was going to put a forced field around the class and Ms Ellem as Marie and Monelica fought him.

So the battle begun with the martial arts. Although unknowing to the Nasty Wizard, the girls also had super powers which matched his. After a good 5 minutes of fighting physically, the Wizard resorted to his super powers. He used both the Dark and the Earth elemental powers but Monelica and Marie could match it and rebound it. The fight started to get more fierce and they used all the powers they had and even Holly and Ms Ellem cam in to help. 10 minutes later they scared him off. The class came back in and cheered, although that didn’t last long because Ms Ellem erased that part of their memory.

When they all went to lunch Holly went to the Toilet, Monelica and Marie went to the Music block and Ms Ellem went to her staff room, leaving the Pu Tuhs in the class drawer. As Holly entered the toilet block se was interrupted by a man who she couldn’t see. He grabbed her and orbed her into Ms Ellem’s classroom where Holly could see it was the Nasty Wizard. He stole Ms Ellem’s Pu Tuhs. And he drove them off in his bomby car to his secret lair in a cave at the beach. (He liked the smell and sounds of the sea!)

Back at school, 10 mins after Holly had gone to the toilet, she had not returned. The girls started to worry and went looking for her. She wasn’t in the toilets, so they went to check the classroom. When they arrived, the classroom was trashed and Ms Ellem’s stone was gone. The girls sprinted up to Ms Ellems’s staffroom and told her. They realised then that it was the Nasty Wizard who had taken her stone and kidnapped Holly. Ms Ellem felt helpless as she knew if he has her stone he would use it for evil to rule the world. Ir destroy it. The girls also found a note which was left in the drawer. It said: “I have kidnapped your friend and you will not get her back unless you (Ms Ellem) come alone to my lair in the beach cave and tell me how to use your stone thingy!” Ms Ellem still had her powers and so did the girls! So they were going to find the Nasty Wizard of Cicatidel and defeat him in the process of getting back Holly!

As they crept cautiously through the damp, wet cave, they could hear a deep, muffled voice. They created a plan of what they were going to do and a course of action. As they crept closer, the girls hid in crevices along the cave so they were unseen. Ms Ellem went into the circular opening in which Holly was tied up and the Wizard standing behind a counter. “You’ve finally arrived!” he said snidely. “Yes, now untie Holly and leave her be!” she replied. “As you wish.” And he did so. “Now give me the stone to show you how it works!”

“I will not fall for that trick!”

Just give me the stone now, I want to get this over and done with!” She said getting slight angrier. He gave her the stone, and Ms Ellem laughed. The girls all stood in a line facing the wizard. Then the girls fired all their power at him and him to them in return. Sparks fromt he impact flew everywhere and the cave was getting brighter and brighter! Then all of a sudden the cave exploded and Holly quickly put a shield around the girls and Ms Ellem.

When the dust has settled all that was left was a little frog in a pointy hat that leapt away angrily. The girls laughed and then returned to school! Then celebrated with a block of chocolate Ms Ellem had in her staffroom fridge.

Amber. xx

So, after reading through this as I typed it out, I realised that much of it is actually rather painful to read it’s so bad. But, it was my twelve year old self and I shan’t correct this. Haha. Hope you enjoyed or at least, aren’t in too much pain. (: