14 June 2023, Week 4: Returning home

The Door to Talgia. Epilogue ‘We’ve found it!’ this was the call everyone in the ASSBSEOD (Australia’s Super-Secret Base of Studying and Exploring Otherworldly Dimensions) in 3:00 in the morning. Alfred Red jumped up in the air, smiling widely at a door. It was a covered in spirals, and was glowing slightly, but other than that, it was extremely normal. There was also the slight fact that every bit of it was strapped with chains. Everyone swivelled around in their desk chairs, and stared at him. ‘Wait…’ his partner, Winnie Sanders said, who had just turned from a screen with a picture of a kitten on it. ‘Do you mean…it’s…the wormhole…’ ‘Yup!’ Alfred said. He reached out to touch the door. Instantly, he froze. Then, the door blew open. The chains snapped. Alfred’s body warped, and he was sucked through the door. ‘Alfred!’ Winnie yelled. The door slammed shut. And Alfred was gone. Then, the door vanished into the night. Chapter 1: Escape Declan Red was obnoxious. it wasn't his snotty nose. it wasn't his piggy eyes. it wasn't even his tendency to take everyone else's lunch (although that could contribute.) no. Declan was obnoxious because of his sneering face, his ...

I was adopted. I hate the thought of it, that Ann and Tim lied to me. Saying that they were my parents, when they weren’t. So I broke my promise. ***** “You used to be the kindest girl, Ellie, what happened?” Silence. “Ellie, answer me.” Silence. “Ellie!” Silence. This was my tactic. When people wanted me to answer a question, or admit to something, I would stay silent. Then after about three attempts, they give up, and leave me alone. It works every time. So, I count to three in my head, and just like that, she leaves, slamming the door behind her. Once her footsteps had faded down the hallway, I shuffled around to face the window. I pressed on the slab of wood underneath the windowsill, a drawer comes out, inside are photographs, newspaper clippings, letters, and an old, rusted heart locket. They’re evidence, things that might help me find my real parents. Not my fake parents. Not Ann and Tim, who both are sleeping happily in their graves thinking that I still don’t know. I lay out the contents of the drawer on my bed. I opened one of the envelopes, it contained 5 photographs, all taken about 10 years ago, the mum suspects. I pick up the first one, Brianna ...

Destroy the Dragon Unfortunately, I didn’t get to finish writing this story properly because of a few things that messed up my schedule and motivation for writing in general. It ended up as a strange patchwork of proper scenes and summaries, each style separated by a section marker. I hope you enjoy what I’ve got!!! - - - ~*~ - - - Sid stared, eyes keen as an eagle’s, as Tucker walked up to his friends. “It’s my dad’s,” Tucker whispered. “He said I could only show you guys.” He slowly reached into his shirt and pulled out a glittery pendant on a chain. Immediately a chorus of sickeningly sweet gasps of admiration arose around him as his friends flocked around to get a better look. Sid pretended to retch, clutching his stomach, and looked up to meet the narrowed eyes of Jayla. “Just make sure Sid doesn’t nab it,” she muttered. As Sid smiled at Jayla, music started playing over the speakers. “Well, Tamatoa hasn't always been this glam, I was a drab little crab once.” All the kids who had scattered around the playground to have their lunch turned to their classrooms and started walking. “Now I know I can be happy as a clam. Because I'm beautiful, baby!” Sid sidled up to ...

Another detention is just what I needed. The clock ticked rhythmically against the wall, tick, tock, tick, tock. Eyes staring devilishly into my soul hidden under a racing heart. “Isabella Jones. How many detentions have you had, including this one?” the principal asked. “Four detentions Ms Buck.” I answered proudly. “WRONG! You’ve had FIVE detentions not FOUR!” Ms Buck replied sternly. Bummer. I’ve always been terribly horrible at math and pretty much everything else. “And why have you been sent to detention today?” Ms Buck shouted. Her face filled with rage as she gripped tightly to her desk, her tight bun high in the air. “I was playing with fire. But it was an accident!” I insisted. First lie. Oh I know that you’re thinking something like, ‘This girl is so revolting!’ or ‘This girl is so dangerous!’. I promise I am nothing like that and have always been a good little girl. Second lie. Racing out of the office, I shoved past students as I ordered everyone to MOOOOOVE! Skiing around the corner I awaited my delicious lunch as I entered the canteen. BANG! As soon as the door opened I strolled into the kitchen waiting to make my move. Peering through a gap I spotted my ...

It was a beautiful, fresh, crisp day in the suburb of Brerina, and 16-year-old Samira set foot outside, into her rather empty garden. She had planted many plants in her garden, and they are all not growing because she forgets to water her plants. The neighbours have complained about how unpleasantly barren and lifeless Samira's garden is. A few hours later, Samira arrived at a busy garden nursery to get even more plants, and she stopped at a metal, brown, rusty door at the back of the building. Samira gazed at the door for a long period of time, thinking whether she will go through or not. But this door might lead to an authorised personnel only room, or it might be the perfect opportunity to stop me from killing all my plants, Samira thought. You know what, I might just enter it. she thought. Samira carefully opened the door and went down a granite staircase. It seemed to be a greenhouse inside! She noticed the bright red spathes and rotting smell of a corpse flower, the terrifying spines of a venus fly trap, and the intricate shapes of pitcher plants. It was completely silent. There are no animals or people, besides Samira. The carnivorous plants must have taken over. ...

Kingdoms of the Lost Prophecy: The diamond of truth (shortened) Chapter An Derlia Veruli Tertulia was one of the worst people in the world. She lived on Vancouver Island. She would take all of your lollies, make you trip by tying your shoelaces together, throw your hat onto the road and heaps more. She was 15 years old, and was the tallest person at her school, reaching up to 2.23 metres /7.3 feet. She had long blond hair, and you could always see her wearing ripped jeans and a reddish-black dress. She had been expelled 43 times, breaking the current world record of 14 in 6 years. Her parents were outraged and were constantly trying to find a solution, but every attempt had failed miserably. ~ One day, precisely on Friday 27 September 2013, when Mr and Mrs Tertulia were walking down the city roads when they saw a skyscraper with a sign reading ‘Evil Children Fixers’. They immediately hastened to the building were they asked for an unbooked appointment. They were immediately put with their best man. “This might be dangerous, Mr T. Are you sure you want to risk it?” “Please do whatever you can, Mr..” “Call me Tefla.” Answered the worker. Little did they know that ...

James Sicily set his eyes on the prize, a piece of Almonds best chocolate, it lay there on the teachers desk ,its gold wrapper shining. It easily required stealth,the teacher was busy talking on the other side of the room. He had to make a grab for it. Stretching his arms, he grabbed just as he tumbled off his chair. With an ear splitting crack his arm broke. Every kid in the classroom turned his or her head towards him.The teacher stared at him menacingly as she had just parted ways with her chocolate. Which now lay gooey on the floor. Eyes watering in pain he sighed as he was sent to hospital. “Seriously James, another mischief incident. These are becoming too often James Bryon Sicily.” Groaned James Mum as she watched the doctor wrapping up her son's broken arm. “Right before the holidays, I thought you would put on better behaviour.” She emphasised every word. A small Toyota trundled along the dusty lane with way too much baggage that it bent the car slightly off balance. Looking out of the window, James felt crammed in the car, it was hot and stuffy. His spoiled sister greedily chomped on Almonds best chocolate she hadn’t broken an arm for. Mum was snoring ...

Warning: This story has descriptions of demons and giant spiders. Viewer description is advised. THROUGH THE FISSURE CHAPTER ONE: WILBUR One cold, snowy night, a small baby in a potato sack was left on the steps of an orphanage. There was no name tag, no nothing. Nothing to identify who this little person was. His parents, whoever they were, were too poor to properly care for their infant son, and decided to leave him to be taken into an orphanage. This was relatively common in 19th century London, as so many people were suffering and starving. Though, sadly, no place could provide a worse beginning to life than this particular orphanage. One of the orphanage children heard the baby crying while they were dusting the doorway, and brought the child inside. “Hey, Millicent, look. We’ve got another one.” Millicent, the oldest and sort of the leader, sighed. “Oh dear. Well, does it have a name tag?” “No.” “Is it a boy or a girl?” “Uhhhh…” Droned the child, having a quick peek, “It’s a boy.” There was a pause as the 8 orphanage children packed into the one bedroom and thought up a name. “H-h-how a-about -A-A-A-Archibald?” Suggested a stuttering little boy, ...