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I feel like starting an RR because there haven't been any lately. I just don't know how to start it. And if I started it, it would be really cheesy. So, someone else start (or I'll think about something and post it later).
Please join!
submitted by Elizabeth M., age 12, Germany
(January 5, 2012 - 5:22 am)
(January 5, 2012 - 5:22 am)
Oooooh, I'll start. Let me turn off my music so I can concentrate. *does that*
OK.
I wake up in a cold sweat. The dreams have come again. I don't know why they have to come to me. The perspective the dreams are from isn't mine. I don't know who it is I see in the dream. The one who is hurt.
I walk toward the window. Mila, one of the girls who share a room with me, wakes up as I pass her. "Again?" she asks. I nod. She's the only one who knows. "They must come for a reason."
"I know that, but what? I've never known this person. Why should I?" I snap at her, "Sorry." She knows I'm cranky if I'm tired. "Look!" she points out, "A shooting star."
We both close our eyes to wish. I wish I can find out who this is and why I need to know them. And soon.
(January 5, 2012 - 6:18 pm)
Fun...
When I fall back on my wrinkled covers, I toss and turn. Mila snores quietly. The girls at the Home tell her she has an elegant snore, but I never believed that. I watch out the window as the sky grows a lighter and lighter purple, than finally that shimmery pink that comes just before the sun peeks out from below the horizon.
The dreams have come nearly every night, since I have lived at the Home. That is nearly ten years. I don't have many clear memories of before I was six, when I came to the Home from the hazy world before. My clearest dreams are of the black haired girl who is running, running for her life. Even as tendrils of faint light creep into the room I can see her wide staring violet eyes.
I lay quietly, pretending to be asleep, while Mila stretches and moves around the room softly. With my eyes half closed, I see her approach my bed.
"Kiera," she says, "it's six thirty."
"I'm getting up," I mumble into my pillow and fake a yawn.
Her light eyes look at me searchingly for a second, then she walks out of the room, her low heels clicking softly on the wooden floor. Mila has been my best friend for years, but I don't know how much to trust her with. There are things about me, from the unclear memories of before the Home, that she might not want to know.
Eventually I drag myself up and pull on a threadbare skirt and worn but neatly pressed magenta blouse. I tie up my long curls and head downstairs. At the bottom of the stairs a group of girls is whispering anxiously. I spot Nessa, my little sister, with tears in her eyes.
This is my first post. I was told about this (website) by a friend and it seems really cool :) yeah, I had no clue Cricket had a website.
(January 5, 2012 - 8:46 pm)
Okay
I walk faster. "Nessa, what's wrong?" She runs toward me and envelopes me in a hug. "The cold people came last night," she whispers in my ear. For weeks now, Nessa says that there are 'cold people' who come to her room and try to talk to her. It's just a little kid thing, I thought, but maybe. "What did they look like, honey?" I asked. "They are tall, with swords. They speak some funny language. And their eyes are weird. Too bright, and sometimes purple. They look like wild eyes. I shiver as I consider, what if the cold people are real?
(January 11, 2012 - 8:21 pm)
T O P
(January 5, 2012 - 6:23 pm)
top
(January 5, 2012 - 6:50 pm)
Um...sorry, what is all this "topping" about?
For some reason beyond our control, when a new comment is posted on a recent thread, it sends the whole thread to a back page. In order to bring it to a front page, another comment must be posted. When you see Top, it usually just means someone is moving a thread from back to front.
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(January 5, 2012 - 9:12 pm)
Oh. Ok, thanks...and I guess... Top!
(January 5, 2012 - 9:18 pm)
Hullo, Naomi! I'm SC and I'm crazy!
Anywho, here's the link to this thread that includes everything you'll ever need to know about the Chatterbox.
http://www.cricketmagkids.com/chatterbox/chirpatcricket/node/92119
(January 5, 2012 - 9:29 pm)
OK...I believe I belong to the category of crazy also.
And thanks, that link was really helpful.
(January 6, 2012 - 5:10 pm)
Please join people!
(January 7, 2012 - 12:16 pm)
I'm not sure what to write if I join this, but as long as it's alive i'll read it! :)
(January 7, 2012 - 5:46 pm)
Ok, I'll give this a shot.
The day passed, long and trudging. I fall back on my bed, relieved to be resting finally. But I know the relief won't last for long. And I'm right. As dreams creep into my head, I am the black-haired girl again. But it's different this time. There's a little girl running next to m, not unlike Nessa. This Nessa is different though, with her eyes a haunting shade of purple. They look like twilight. For the first time in these dreams, I turn to look at what I am running from. There are people chasing me, swords in hand. As I look, I shiver as the room gets colder, colder. The girl next to me screams something unintelligeble at me, and suddenly, I know that I just made a terrible mistake.
(February 4, 2012 - 8:44 pm)
The girl stops screaming as she collapses to the ground, lifeless. There is something in the eyes of these people that kills instantly. I watch my feet as I run now, not looking at anyone around me. But because I can't see what's in front of me, I trip over a root and fall flat on my face. I have entered a forest that gets thicker up ahead. I expect the sword people to come to me, to kill me with their evil swords, but they hurdle over my body and keep running. Who are they targeting, if not me? I scramble to my feet and look into the forest, and then I see what they are chasing. A monster that looks similar to a werewolf is tearing through the trees, growling, spit flying out of the corner of its mouth. If only the dream would end right now.
(February 11, 2012 - 11:02 am)
TOP!!!!
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The wolf-creature tries to fight, but it stands no chance against the cold blades of over a dozen swords. It falls with a keening howl that shakes the forest.
I wake up with my heart in my throat, barely able to breath. I get out of bed and go to the window, from which I can see the entire grounds. Trying to get my breath back, I place my hand on the cold glass, trying to erase the dream from my head.
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That's all i can think to write at the moment. :)
(February 12, 2012 - 8:51 pm)
The space outside is full of shadows, outlines of buildings and trees. The darkness outside is only broken by the glimmering lights from the ever-living city in the distance and the occasional car that travels the mostly empty street. Watching the darkness, I lean against the windowsill as my sleepy eyes begin to shut. Just as my eyes are about to shut completely, a sleek black car passes by. The windows are tinted, but are open a crack and I can see a pair of frightened eyes looking at me desprately. Violet eyes.
Immediately, I jerk awake. My eyes follow the path that the sleek car just took, seconds ago, and they stop in the middle of the street. Where it disappeared.
(February 15, 2012 - 12:08 am)