Story #41

“Woah! How did you do that,” Jake asked excitedly.

“I’m not really sure,” Camille responded. “There’s a light that burns inside of me. I feel it in my limbs and it glows from my core. It’s something I discovered a few days ago.”

Jake shook his head in disbelief. He knew there was something special about his best friend, but this was magical. “What else can you do?”

Camille lifted her hands, palms up, and closed her eyes. A flame no bigger than a tennis ball erupted from her palms. She opened her eyes and smiled widely. The flames danced in her hands. She felt powerful. Once she closed her hand into a fist, the fire disappeared.

“So are you some kind of witch now? You should put a spell on Jake Gyllenhaal to fall in love with me. We’d be the cutest couple and have our own TV show called ‘The Jakes.’ I can see it now.” Jake gazed at nothing as he fantasized about what powers Camille might have.

“Slow down, Romeo,” Camille replied. “All I can do is blast light or create fire. I’m not Cupid.”

Jake frowned. “I guess that’s cool,” he said  playfully. “So what’s the plan for tonight? Hang out at the mall? Go to the movies? Start a forest fire?”

Camille laughed. “Well, I do want to see that new movie with Kirsten Stewart in it. Twilight?”

“Nooooo, don’t tell me you’re one of those pathetic 23 year old vampire fanatics. I can see it now: girl falls in love with vampire, then burns him with her hands. Snore!”

“Come on, Jake. You know I only want to go so that I can…write a review on my blog about how stupid it is?” Camille smiled and put her hands together, as if to beg Jake to tag along.

“Fine, I’ll go, but you’re buying the popcorn!”

“Deal,” Camille replied.

When they arrived at the movie theater, there were barely any cars in the parking lot. “Well this seems odd for a Friday night,” Camille said.

“Duh,” Jake replied. “That’s because everyone is out partying, not going to the movies.”

“Who’s partying at 6:58pm? This is prime movie going time. Maybe it’s a good thing nobody is here though because that means there won’t be a crap ton of people in the theater.”

Jake rolled his eyes. “There was never going to be a crap ton of people going to see Twilight, sweetie. What time does the movie start again?”

“7:05pm. I’ll get the tickets and you get the popcorn,” Camille said.

“Um, no. Give me the cash for your ticket and our popcorn. I want to miss as much of this movie as possible.”

Camille grabbed a $20 bill from her purse and handed it to Jake. “I’ll get our seats. Hopefully I can find good ones!”

Jake looked around the nearly empty parking lot. “I’m sure it’ll be so tough.” They laughed and walked their separate ways.

“Two adults for Twilight, please,” said Jake.

“That’ll be $16. Good thing you came when you did. We’re almost sold out for that showing,” the clerk said.

“You have to be kidding me. Not that many cars are in the parking lot.”

“There’s been groups of teenage girls filtering into that movie since 6pm. We had to open the screening room early because a line was forming. I hope you get the seats you want.”

“Thanks, man.” Jake walked away and stood in the short concession line. He took his phone out of his pocket and saw that he had a text from Camille.

SO many tweens.

Jake laughed and wrote back:

Burn them all. Let God sort ’em out.

Camille received Jake’s text and laughed. She had managed to find relatively good seats on the fourth row, near the middle. Of course she and Jake would be squished between girls no older than the age of 13, but at least they’d be able to see shirtless vampires. Camille began scrolling through MySpace when a few kernels of popcorn landed on her phone. She looked up, expecting to see Jake, but saw no one. A few girls behind her snickered. She ignored them and continued looking at her phone.

“Hey, so did I miss anything yet?” Jake sat next to Camille and handed her the popcorn.

“Nope, just a few previews.” Camille felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to see a girl who dressed like she was 21, but looked like she was 12. “Can you please stop talking?” She said innocently. Camille gave an embarrassed smile and nodded her head. She turned back to Jake who was eyeing the little girl.

“Well that was rude,” he said. At that moment, popcorn hit Jake on his cheek. He quickly swiveled his head around. The girls sitting behind he and Camille pretended they were looking at the screen the whole time, but had huge smiles on their faces. Jake turned back to face the screen.

The movie started and people in the theater began clapping. Camille started to feel like coming here wasn’t the best idea. Something didn’t feel right. Jake grabbed a handful of popcorn from Camille’s lap. Something crunchy moved around in his mouth. Astonished, Jake spit the food into his hand. What looked like a small roach was crushed in his popcorn.

“What the fuck!” Jake yelled and stood up, throwing his chewed, and untouched, popcorn on the floor.

Camille, confused by all the commotion, asked, “What’s wrong?” Jake threw Camille’s popcorn on the ground.

“Bugs,” he shouted. The girls next to him started screaming. A wave of “Oh my gosh” and “What the hell” erupted in the theater. Chaos was happening because of Jake’s outburst. Suddenly, the girls behind Camille threw their popcorn on her. “Bugs,” one of the girls said, mimicking Jake’s voice.

Jake turned around and said, “Excuse you! I’ve had enough of y’all. I’m talking to the manager. Camille, I’ll be right back. Don’t touch that popcorn!” He stormed out of the theater and everything calmed down. Camille brushed the popcorn off herself and started to follow Jake until she heard the 21 year old wannabe say, “Dumb bitch. She’s way too old for this movie.” Her friends laughed.

Camille’s patience was thinning at a rapid rate. She turned to face the girls. “Do you have a problem, little girl?”

The little girl looked at her and rolled her eyes. Camille, engulfed with fury, thrust her hand, palms open, toward the little girl. Light blinded the child and her surrounding friends.

“Ma’am, is there a problem,” a voice said behind her. Camille closed her eyes and screams erupted from in front of her. Heat vibrated near her. She opened her eyes and the girls that she was facing were now covered in flames, screaming and trying to run away.

“What the hell, Camille,” Jake yelled. Everyone in the theater began stampeding towards the exits. Camille faced Jake to tell him sorry, but she didn’t close her fists, which continued to send out flames. Her best friend caught on fire, screaming in agony. All hell broke lose. She closed her hands to make a fist, but a fire ball circle around them. She couldn’t control the power. She opened her hands again and fire shot to the ceiling, submerging the whole theater in flames.

Camille stood in place, dumbfounded. “What have I done,” she cried.

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Story #39

“Why do we kill ourselves for love,” Ashley asked.

Jennifer, her best friend, shrugged and continued stuffing her mouth with kung pao chicken. “All I know is that I’m in love with this Chinese food, dude.”

“Seriously, though! I didn’t even realize until 4 years into my last relationship that I was dying. I was LITERALLY dying,” Ashley exclaimed.

“Come on, Ash. You knew what was coming when you signed up for a relationship. I, on the other hand, avoid thos with a 9 foot pole.” Jennifer burped and rubbed her belly. “That hit the spot.”

Jennifer was painstakingly gorgeous. She was a bit of a slob, but she could have any person she wanted if she signed up for a relationship. Ashley was opposite though.

Fortunately, thanks to new laws and changes within society, you could now sign up to be in a relationship. A company called Life Partners set you up with someone of similar interests and you both signed a contract stating that you would be devoted to your life partner. There was a catch though: you and your partner would also die together and at a faster rate than normal.

“I realized that I don’t even miss Brock. He was handsome and sweet, but also really boring. Also, a bit daft. We were going to die together! Can you imagine dying with someone who makes paint drying seem like a sport?!”

Jennifer nearly spit out her drink from laughing so hard. “The good news is you’re out of that awful contract now.”

Ashley gave a nervous laugh. “Haha, yeah.” She stuck her hand out to grab her drink, and noticed the aging spots on her hand. “Oh, no! Not much time left, now,” Ashley thought to herself.

Story #38

Ellen stared at him as a he stared at his phone. They had been up for awhile, but barely spoken. Michael barely moved a muscle. His eyes focused on the small, lit screen. Five minutes passed before he even noticed Ellen staring at him.

“Are you okay? You look upset,” Michael said, trying to keep his voice even. He already knew what was wrong.

“I do? Nope, I’m fine.” Ellen turned to face the wall.

Michael replied, “Okay,” and went back to whatever was grabbing his attention on his cell phone.

Ellen sighed. Her body language screamed, “OBVIOUSLY SOMETHING IS WRONG AND I WANT YOU TO CONSOLE ME,” but she said nothing.

Warm, salty tears began to stream down Ellen’s cheeks. Before she knew it, she began shaking with uncontrollable anger. Michael sighed, set down his phone, and leaned over to hug Ellen.

“Don’t touch me,” Ellen yelled between sobs.

Michael asked, “What’s happening right now?”

In a matter of seconds, Ellen leaped from the bed and ran out the room. Michael chased her and found her sitting down, frantically stabbing her arms, nearly carving most of the skin off of one of them. Blood splatters covered the kitchen floor. 

“What the fuck?” Michael raced to Ellen’s side to grab the knife from her sweaty palms. She looked up and smiled. Black mass covered her eye sockets. She began laughing like a wild woman. Michael slowly backed up. “This isn’t funny, Ellen. Please stop!”

Ellen stopped laughing and dropped the knife. It looked as if she stood up amd levitated towards Michael.

“You’re pathetic,” the deep voice said. It was no longer Ellen. “You look at your stupid fucking phone all day. You ignore her, and stare at your shitty devices. How do you think she feels, Michael? Hmmm?” The voice coming from Ellen sounded demonic. Ellen began laughing again and grabbed Michael’s neck and squeezed. Michael, thrown off by her sudden strength, clawed at her bloody arms and hands.

“I’m…so…sorry,” Michael managed to say.

Ellen immediately let him go. She tumbled to the floor and gasped for air. She looked down to see blood streaks covering her arms. With desperation in her voice, she asked, “What did you do to me?”
The end. Lesson learned.

Story #33

I stared at my bowl of salad while my friends engulfed large slices of pepperoni pizza. Grease covered their hands and dribbled from their lips. They looked like they were in heaven. I looked down at my leafy lunch choice and sighed. This was only day three of my diet.

“Oh, man, I’m stuffed. Does anyone want the last slice,” Bert asked. Everyone shook their head no. “Mari? You didn’t eat much. Take the last slice.”

Before I could refuse, he placed the slice in a to-go container. “Thanks, B.” I gave a half-hearted smile. In my head I was cursing myself for not being more restrained.

When I got home, I sprinkled more cheese on the slice of pizza and drenched it in ranch dressing. The slice was gone within seconds. Ranch dribbled down my stuffed mouth. I sighed and looked in the fridge. I knew I should at least drink water, but I went for the unfinished Dr. Pepper instead. Day three was ruined.

I walked to the bathroom, peeled off my tight clothes, and stared at my naked body. Rolls and folds of fat covered my sides. My arms were the size of a chunky teenager’s thighs. Cellulite sprinkled my arms and covered my legs. They were the battle scars from the food wars I lost over the years. My stomach. Oh, God, my stomach. It was a massive chunk of fat. There was enough fat in there to keep all of Alaska fed and warm. My blubber.

I stood on my scale and attempted to look at the number. My stomach blocked the view so much that I had to grab my phone and take pictures of number. 396.7 lbs. Tears rolled down my chubby cheeks and made their way to my chins. Once the crying stopped, I threw on some clothes to exercise in. One day, I’ll be 185 lbs – my goal weight. Until then, I couldn’t give up.

This was easy to write. I went out drinking with friends yesterday and one of them bought pizza. I hadn’t had pizza in awhile, but I broke down and  ate TWO slices. I felt gross. My wonderfully thin friend ate around 4 slices & had some wings. *sigh* Weight is an ongoing battle for me. I don’t   look like Mari from my story, but the possibility is there. Fortunately my sweet puppy keeps me active these days.♡

Story #30

There was a knock on the door. It was barely audible, but Alex could hear it. He didn’t move. The knock came again,  only this time it was slightly louder than before. Alex clenched the knife he was holding. He waited in silence for another knock or a possible jiggle of the handle. He let out a long breath, not realizing that he had been holding it. Alex quietly waddled over to the door and looked out the peephole. Nobody was there. He stared for a few more minutes, but nothing happened.

Alex walked back to his couch and sat down. There were four distinct knocks this time. His palms began to sweat. He anxiously tapped his foot.

“Please help me, sir. Someone is following me.” The voice of an elderly woman whispered through his door. She began scratching at the door and whimpering.

“Go away,” he yelled.

The scratching became louder. “Help me, sir! They’re getting closer!” She yanked at the handle. Alex was no fool,  but this lady sounded desperate. As soon as he stood up,  she banged her fist at rapid speed against the door. Still gripping the knife, Alex looked through the peephole. Nobody was there. He threw open the door and peeked on either side. Emptiness. He walked out a few steps to see the empty hallway on his floor. Nothing still.

Alex turned around to go back inside,  but his door was closed. He tried to open it and it wouldn’t budge. He patted down his pockets to discover that his keys weren’t on him. He picked up his welcome mat so he could grab the extra key. With his knife pointing forward in his left hand and his right hand unlocking the door,  he was prepared for anything. Alex opened the door and blindly walked forward.

“Please help me, sir. They’re here, ” the familiar elderly voice said. Alex turned in the direction of the voice and saw a woman with long gray hair wearing a floppy black hat that covered her face. She laughed and pointed behind Alex who reflexively spun around. A large group of shadows stood there,  flickering in the dim light of his dining room. He quickly turned back to face the lady sitting on his couch. To his surprise,  she was gone.

The fluorescent dining room bulb blazed brighter than ever,  then broke. The apartment went pitch black. Alex felt cold hands grab him. He tirelessly stabbed at the dark,  but succeeded at pricking nothing. He screamed even though he knew nobody would be able to hear him.  “We’ve been waiting for you, Alex,” the shadows said.

The shadows will probably be a recurring thing in some of my stories because that’s what I’ve always seen in my nightmares.

Story #29

The draft blew through the door. It was freezing. One of my  friends lie near the door, frozen to death. The rest of us shivered, our teeth chattering in the cabin.

“How long until the rescue team will be here,” Marv asked.

“They were supposed to be here 2 hours ago,” Jackie chimed in. “It’s useless. We’re stuck here.”

I looked at them and nodded towards Tom’s dead body. “What should we do with him?”

“Nothing until the rescue team comes,” replied Marv.

Suddenly, one of Tom’s fingers twitched. I thought I was daydreaming until his hands started moving. His eyes fluttered open. He started to get up. We all screamed.

“We have to kill him, too,” Jackie yelled.

Just realized I hadn’t written anything so this idea popped into my head at 11:55pm. Four minutes later I was done. Tomorrow should be better.

Story #24

The snake coiled around Sebastian’s arm.

“Don’t move, Bash. He can smell fear.”

The witch twirled her fingers around, resembling the movement of the snake. Slowly, the snake lessened its grip on Sebastian’s arm. He let out a long sigh. Sweat dripped from his forehead. The snake slithered down his body and off his foot. The witch smiled at us, yellow teeth barely dangling from her gums. She had long, wiry silver hair and a plethora of wrinkles covering her face. Her gray eyes pierced us. I securely grabbed my brother’s hand.

“Look, lady, I already told you that we can’t help you. We’ve never even used our powers. Can you just let us go,” I pleaded.

The witch slowly shook her head. “Either both of you help or I kill one of you and make the other my slave.”

Sebastian and I glanced at each other. We needed to come up with a plan, and quickly. Sebastian gave me a knowing look.

“Fine, we’ll help  you. What exactly do you need,” Bash asked.

“Open the cave. My husband’s body is stuck inside and I must desecrate it. I need his power to continue to live. Without him, I will die.” She stared directly at me. “You are the last of the Powell clan. You’re the only ones that can open it.”

“Well, how are we supposed to do this stupid spell if we aren’t even practicing witches? Sounds impossible to me,” I said. Bash squeezed my hand as if to say shut up.

“The spell is deep inside your souls. You must conjure it; bring it to life. You have 6 hours.”

Suddenly the witch disappeared into thin air. The only thing left was a map to Dead Man’s Cave. Bash picked it up. “I have a plan, Emily. Trust me.”

“How are we supposed to do this? We don’t know the first thing about magic!”

“I do.” He put his head down and studied the map. I grabbed his arm.

“You WHAT?! HOW? WHEN?”

“Why?” Bash looked up at me and smiled, but I didn’t return it. I was dead serious. We were always together. When did he even have the time? “That part doesn’t matter now, Em. We don’t have much time. I’ll explain after we get to the cave.”

I crossed my arms, but he ignored me. “Whatever you say, Mr. Potter.”

One hour drive later, with a pit stop to our house, we were at the cave. It was 8pm and the summer sun was setting. We had to walk a 20 minute hike just to get to the cave. When we arrived, Sebastian threw off the backpack he was carrying. He took out 2 black candles, baking soda, crushed basil leaves, and a knife. He placed the candles on opposite sides of the cave. I stood there, dumbfounded. Who was this?

Bash made a thick line in front of the cave, using the whole box of baking soda. “Give me your hand.”

I blindly followed his instructions. Making a quick movement, he tightened his grip on my hand and sliced it open. I reflexively pulled back and he squeezed my hand even tighter. “Stop,” he commanded. He guided my hand along the line of baking soda and dripped the blood on top of it. “Here, put some of this over the cut.” He handed me the crushed basil leaves and I did exactly what he said. He began to chant over my open hand. Next thing I knew, the cut was healed. I touched it with my other hand, then looked up at him. He smiled. “It’s magic, sis.”

“What do we do now? Are you going to show me the chant?”

“We can’t start until the only thing shining in the sky is the moon. It shouldn’t take too long.” He sat down behind the line. I followed suit.

“When did you know we had powers?”

“I’m not sure. It just happened.”

“Seriously? You’re totally lying. Tell me the truth.”

“Nothing much to tell. Look, Em, the moon is out. Let’s get started.” He stood up and held out his hand to help me up. As soon as I grabbed it, he pushed me to the other side of the line. I tried to walk over it, but some type of invisible shield wouldn’t let me pass.

“What’s happening, Bash? Fix it.”

“I’m sorry, Em. I can’t do that.” He started to chant unfamiliar words while waving his hands around and making grand gestures.

“What are you doing? Stop it, you idiot! I’ll call the cops!” I snatched my phone out of my pocket and pressed a few buttons. Dead battery. “Please, Bash. I’ll do anything. Just stop!”

He continued, unphased by my begging. The chanting grew louder. My hands trembled. I broke out into a sweat.  Something inside of me tugged at my body. “What’s happening? Stop, please! This hurts! You’re hurting me, Sebastian!” I started to cry. His eyes flicked over to me. “Please stop, Bash.”

Sebastian chanted even louder, drowning out my cries. His eyes turned black. My back arched. My body levitated a few feet off the ground. His hands rose, following my body. The pull felt stronger. Something wanted to rip out of me. My back cracked some more. The skin over my stomach stretched so much that it started to rip. I yelled painstakingly loud, but Sebastian did nothing to help me.

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Sebastian moved Emily’s limp body into the woods. Covering it with a pile of leaves and rocks, he said “Sorry, Em.” He dug his nails into the ground and chanted some more. Wind kicked up around him. His body convulsed. He dug his fingers deeper into the ground. Dirt swirled around his arms and the wind grew stronger. He felt stronger.

He decided that he needed to hide from the witch. She was old, but that didn’t mean she was wise. A few hours later, the witch arrived. She had a lit candle in one hand which showed her the way. When she saw the set up in front of the cave, she screamed.

Sebastian chanted from his hiding spot. The screaming immediately stopped. She whirled around and searched for the noise. She threw up her right hand and Sebastian floated in the air. He tried to keep chanting, but his throat began to close. It was getting harder to breathe.

“You think you can trick me, silly boy? As soon as I saw the set up in front of the cave, I knew your plan.” She squeezed her hands together which tightened the grip on Sebastian’s throat. “You, fool. Where is your sister hiding? Speak!” Sebastian clawed at the invisible hands squeezing his throat. The witch dropped her hands to her sides and he tumbled to the ground. He stood up and dusted off his pants.

“She’s in the cave. You can’t kill me until I open it. Remember? You’ll let me go if I open it, right?” Sebastian chanted before the lady had a chance to answer or protest. The ground shook and rocks crumbled from the cave. The witch stood right next to the entrance. Within a few minutes, the cave was open. The witch ran in, candle first, and looked around.

“What the…”

Sebastian chanted with vigor and twirled his fingers in the air. Rock started to build over the entrance. “My sister is dead. I desecrated her body and acquired her dormant power. I’m stronger than you, witch.” The witch started to chant as well. Snakes slithered towards Sebastian. There were so many that it looked like a flowing river. They hissed and crowded around Sebastian, some of them traveling up his legs. He chanted louder. The rocks covered the whole entrance and the witch screamed.

The snakes continued to coil around different parts of Sebastian’s body. He stared at them, confused and afraid. The witch laughed within the cave. “You, fool!” Her laugh became louder, then turned into chanting. Sebastian tried to pry the snakes off of him, but it only made them squeeze tighter. One snake dug its fangs into his arm. Sebastian yelled in terror. The rocks began to crumble in front of the cave. The witch appeared with a smirk on her smug face.

“I told you that my husband’s body would make me stronger. Now you will suffer, just like your sister did.”

Sebastian realized that he had made a terrible mistake. More snakes sank their fangs into his skin. Blood dripped down his legs, arms, and neck. He could feel himself becoming weak. The witch laughed again. She chanted. The wind blew and dirt swirled around her and Sebastian. He knew what she was doing.

“You can’t have my power unless I’m dead,” he yelled through the gusts of wind.

The witch chanted louder and louder. Sebastian’s blood oozed from every open bite. His skin became pale. He felt a pull deep inside of him. The witch raised her hands and his body levitated. The blood continued to drip. He couldn’t fight her off. She was taking all of his power and will to live. Within seconds he was dead and all of his power was transferred to the witch.

“Thank you, Sebastian Powell. You made this a lot easier for me by killing your sister. You poor, ignorant fool.” She laughed and walked away, more powerful than ever.

I wrote this at a high school graduation and part of the drive home. This story is thanks to my boyfriend giving me the word “coil.” ‘Til next time!