A Story Unwritten Continued

“She closed her eyes and brought her arms to the sky. “Live in the moment or parish,” she whispered to herself. Taking flight is only for the brave but she is the bravest, at least today.”

The sound of footsteps behind me pulled me out of the clouds. I gently closed the notebook. I knew it was Peter. We meet at Cherry Park when we cant find each other. It’s where first met. It’s where we can be only us. The world grows silent here.

a story unwritten


“I have a great power. I am one of them, I just have to be.”

“Miss Park?” Mr. Tendermill groaned, “Can you explain to us why 6 is the correct variable?”
I closed my notebook and looked up at my always frazzled algebra teacher. Of course I couldn’t. “I need use the bathroom?” I could hear the smirk in my own voice.
“There are twenty minutes left in class. Last time you used the restroom in my class you never returned. Why don’t wait until the bell rings.”
“I have my period and it can’t wait,” I said.
He sighed, “You don’t come back this time and it will be reported as you cutting class.”
“Yes sir.” With the smirk still planted on my face, I shoved my small notebook in my back pocket and jetted to the door.

* * *
An empty school hall is much better to walk down than one filled with watching eyes.

I slowed my gate as I passed room 266. Peter was sitting reclined in a seat near the front of the classroom. He pushed his curly blonde hair out of his face as he jotted something down on a piece of paper. I coughed. He looked up. His eyes squinted down as his lips slid into a discreet smile. I ducked out of the doorway before Miss D could see me.  I leaned up against the lockers and listened to Peter ask to be excused.

“In order to achieve the ‘ride to college get out of here plan’ you need to actually do good in school.” Peter whispered as he elbowed me in the side playfully.

“I can’t focus today.”

“Just today?”

“Algebra makes me want to pull my hair out.” I ran my fingers frantically through my hair. “Let’s duck out early and head down the shore.”

“We have Warped Tour tickets. I’d like to go. Ever since mom found out Nick got Lisa pregnant she’s been on a war path.”

“No one is surprised about that one.” I shrugged my shoulders.

“Well my mom was.”

“Let’s just head to the mall, I could use a smoothie.” I slid my arm through his, “Please.”

Jesse shook his head, “What’s up with the attempting to flee?”

“My mom comes home today.” I sighed and let my arm fall back to my side. “Have a smoke with me then?”

“Let’s get to class, after school we can grab blizzards and hang. I don’t feel like getting in trouble today.”

“You are no fun.” I pouted.

“You aren’t the only one who wants out of here.” Peter’s lip flattened into a thin line. A small dimple formed in the left corner above his mouth. Peter’s reasons for getting out of this hole of a town were as good as mine. Kids don’t get to pick the families they’re born into…unfortunately.

“I heard Valerie La Vorne say she’s gonna try and hook up with you at Summer’s party this weekend.” I changed the subject in hopes of distracting him.

Peter laughed, “She’s gonna hook up with somebody.” His soft blues eyes settled on me, a familiar warmth passed from him to me. “Hang tough with your mom. The first few days are always the worst. Don’t believe what she says, it’s never true. She’s just trying to hurt you for putting her away.”
“Again..” I added. My eyes fell to my chucks. I kicked at nothing. “Yeah, I just wish they stopped letting her out.”
“Me too..” Peter began to step backward. My sound mind seemed to be only possible and achievable when I was him. I came across a throw pillow in a bookstore in the Village once that had the saying, Friends are the Family you choose, embroidered on it. It made me think of Peter.
“I’m heading back to class, you?” Peter’s smile unfolded into a mostly straight line again.
“Nay, I’m gonna go grab that smoke.” I winked and turned off for the nearest exit.

A Friend or a Threat? (Walking Dead FanFiction part 2)

“I’m not planning on hurting you.” His voice hoarse and rushed—close to impossible to judge the sincerity of his words. I stood there not saying a thing, trying to figure out what my next move should be. Fighting him off of me was an option. What were my others? I’m not ready to die yet. I have to find my brother and Rusty.

“Are you planning on hurting me?” His quiet voice swirls in my ear. My heart pounds in my chest.

I shook my head. “Not if I don’t have to.” My voice comes out low and steady. I need to have my flashlight hooked to my jeans or something. This is ridiculous. Stupidity and carelessness is what kills people these days—I suppose not just in “these days” but it’s a lot more common of reason. We have to always be careful. Mistakes are costly.

“Are you alone?” The male’s voice asks. I’m noticing now that he sounds just about as uneasy as I feel.

I don’t know how to move. What’s the right answer here? I’m not sure.

“I’m making my way back to my group. It’s a small group but we are good people. We aren’t set up too far from here.” He continues to make my next playable card unclear.

“Let me go and we both continue on our ways then.” This will have to do. I close my eyes for a second (possibly less then) and push stale air out from my lungs.

The knife is removed from my neck, so is the arm. He has let me go.

“I’m one of the good ones. Come with me if you’d like. Hunters aren’t far from here based on the screams I was hearing. I’m gonna move on.” Now that his hands were off of me, I was able to sense kindness in him. I was tired of being alone. Was it worth the risk? I turn to face him. The building was almost pitch-black. I couldn’t only make out the outline of his face.

A raspy breathing broke up my curiosity in the stranger. Gunshots fire not too far from where we’re standing. I reach for the knife on my own belt. Foot steps clamor outside the doorway I had just come in.

“Were you being followed?” He whispers.

“I’m pretty sure.” I whisper back, feeling all together uneasy.

He grabs my hand. “Come with me. I think I know a way out. You can decide later if you want to try and kill me.”

Is a city destroyed, still a city at all? (Walking Dead FanFiction)


“I’ve been wondering lately, what is this all for? The world has been like this for far too long to ever be what it was again. Irreversible change at its best.”

It’s been 15 days since I got separated from the group. I’ve been marking my sneaker with a pen I found at the abandoned school with Rusty. I can’t tell if it’s helping me or showing me how hopeless it all is. Someone has been watching me. Of course I’m being followed. It was only a matter of time. Alone, I’m a sitting duck, a target. Sometimes when I listen closely I hear someone’s breathing, or their foot steps. I don’t plan on looking that closely into it. My only plan is to keep moving. I’ll find the rest and then whoever’s following me will see that he (assuming it’s a he) is outnumbered.
In truth, I don’t know how much longer I can stay in the city if I don’t find them. This place is overrun with the dead. I miss having someone to talk to. I will find them. I have to find them.
I’ve been thinking a lot about destiny—is it a real thing? Was this once great city suppose to fall? My parents were ripped from me and my brother by those horrible things…my brother. He had to have made it out of the building. I hope he’s with Rusty. Rusty will look after him. I’ll find them. 

The sound of shattering glass fills the alleyway behind me. Panic rises in my chest. “Don’t look back,” I whisper to myself. A quick scan in the near distance tells me there are two possible hideouts up ahead. The problem with entering a new space is that you never know what’s already found it. Any wrong turn could be my last. 

A woman’s distant scream causes all my muscles to tighten. I look behind me. The dead smell me. There’s six maybe seven. “I gotta make myself scarce.” My steps turn to a run. I tighten my grasp around my bag strap. I run up to the closest door. A bubble of fear swells inside my stomach. I swipe the glass bottle by the door and force myself in the building. The door shuts behind me. Stale, putrid air smacks me in the the face. I throw the bottle away from me. Glass shatters. I wait. “Where the hell is my flashlight?”
A sharp blade presses into my neck. An arm wraps around my waist. “Don’t scream they’ll hear us,” a whispered male voice breathes in my ear.


 The day the ground spilt opened and swallowed my family was the day I gave up, discovered my powers, and become a superhero of sorts but this isn’t where our story starts. The story starts when I a bought a bag of jellybeans after school one Tuesday afternoon.

my character’s character, Starting Lines and Other Nonsense

Dialogue Between Two Characters

Rainbow: What are you doing here? She tries to tuck her wild, pillow-angered hair behind her ears.

Only Him: I couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t right, how it ended tonight. He reaches for her hand.

Rainbow: I need to be with someone who is good for me.

Only Him: Put some shoes on, let’s go for a walk.

Rainbow: At two in the morning?

Only Him: You won’t need your sunglasses.