Saturday, November 14, 2009

Remember how I said I was making a story? ...

  Well I'm trying to get a story published and here it is,

The screams were unreal.  The terrifying beast took one look and plunged.  It ripped his body to pieces and laughed.  The laugh terrified him.  Orion sat up in bed, cold sweat dripping down his face.  It was so real.  He scanned the room, nothing but his bed, a couple of books, and his clock.  Orion sighed.  That old clock.  It was old,heavy duty, black, with green lights and its alarm was just an annoyance. Smirking he snuggled back into his bed.  Those dreams.  He had been having them for a month now.  Each night the beast had gotten closer, and for some reason he felt it had killed a friend.  But he had no friends. Yawning he slowly crawled back into bed.  This time there were no dreams.  Only complete black and silence.  The blackness went on until his eyelids shone the color yellow.  Orion woke up again.  This time he woke up because of the morning light.  He sat up in bed and sqinted.  The light was peircing.  Orion sat for a second then layed back down.  Orion sighed, sat up in bed again, and sleepily pulled his slippers on.  Life was a challenge for him and his family.  With his Addopted Dad in the Military it seemed any second he could be called to war.  They lived in a regular home, like regular people.  “Nothing would ever change.”  Orion thought.  But he had read enough books for him to know life does change.  And though Orion didn’t feel it, it was going to change fast.  Orion made his way to school.  It was a long way to school.  Verly lonley too.  It was a long winding dust trail.  No one used it anymore.  No one but him.  He hated the way people called him Hunter, for he could never hurt anyone else.  Hunter.  Orion meant Hunter.  His teacher had told him a thousand times.  Yet he still loathed the name.  Hunter, hunting, doesn’t that all have to do with killing?  Orion regreted the thought.  School wizzed by like any other day.   When Orion got home from school he flung his backpack onto the table.  “Bad Day?”  Mrs. Handson, his adopted mother, called.  “No, just tired.”  Orion ran up to his bedroom to sulk. Ever since his real father and mother disappeared he was sulking.  Mother, so fragile and kind.  Father, so strong and loving.  Yet he knew he had to go on.  For Mom.  For Dad.  Orion managed a weak smile.  He opened the door then shut it again.  Ever since his parents had disappeared his life was in jeopardy.  He and his two sisters had been brought to the orphanage.  There they were picked up by kind Mrs. Hundson.  Mr. and Mrs. Hundson had been the nicest people he had met.  But on second thought that wasn’t much.  Then again it was eight years ago.  He was ten now.  A tween.  That word made him sound important.  Orion thought. “I was about to be a,” His sisters, Livie and Hope cracked the door open.  “Can we come in?”  Livie sadly asked.  “Oh, come in you two!”  Orion answered.  Livie burst the door open and ran to Orion.  “You sad.”  She said promptly.  “Here O-ron.”  Livie handed him one of her over used tissues.  “Um, I don’t need this yet ok?”  Orion responded.  Livie thought for a moment then said “Ok, I keep ti-sue” “Ok” Orion smiled with relief.  “Hope, come over here.”  Orion called.  Hope slowly made her way in.  Small in figure, fragile, weak.  Just like mom.  “I’ve been eating more” She called weakly.  “I had double helpings of desert last night.  Orion laughed.  Desert was ALL she ate. “How are you doing in school?” He asked. “Fine.”  Her voice was like the soft chime of a mobile.  “OK good.  Sit over here.”  Orion pointed to his left side.  Hope rushed to it and sat down.  “O-ron, tell me story!”  “OK, OK!”  Orion laughed.  If anyone could crack him up Livie could.  “Ooh, tell the one about the air world!”  Hope suddenly exclaimed.  Orion sighed.  “OK, but only once this time.”  “Yay!”  Livie squealed with delight.  Orion sat down and told them a story.  It was about how there was a beautiful princess who flew on a bird, and ate ice cream, creaming as clouds, and had a charming voice.  “The one day,” Orion continued.  “Two little girls showed up, named Livie and Hope.”  Livie squealed.  “They were as beautiful as the princess, and all day they would play together when suddenly,” “When suddenly it was bed time.”  Orion turned around.  Smiling behind them was Mrs. Hundson.  “They all went to there beds, even the prince.”  Orion smiled.  “And then they fell asleep” Livie started snoring loudly.  Hope shrugged.  “I guess that while we rode our dragons she got tired!”  The Hope fell asleep, laughing.  Mrs. Hundson smiled.  “Sweet dreams little prince.”  You to, ... Mom.”  And with that, Orion drifted off to sleep.  His dreams were again haunted by the monster.  Except this time he was riding on a Falcon, making lame jokes.  Orion tossed and turned in his sleep.  Finally he woke up and decided it was time to go to school.  He gathered his work then walked down stairs.  “Hi Mrs. Hundson!”  He called cheerfully.  But when he got down it was not his mom who greeted him, but silence.  Orion dashed around.  Mrs. Hundson? Mr. Hundson?  His mind raced.  This had happened when his parents had disappeared.  Cold sweat dripped down his face.  Where were they?  Orion tan upstairs to the girls rooms.  They were still there.  Orion sighed.  What a relief.  He slowly walked into there room and woke them up.  They put on there robes and headed outside to find Mrs. Hundson.  The last thing Orion remembered was he hearing the sucking sound as he was lifted into the black void.  The humidity was surprising.  He was still floating upwards yet at a awkward angle.  They flew up wards to the sky until unexpectedly badly he banged his head.  A plane?  No...  Not a bird.  What was that?  Orion didn’t have time to think.  He realized he was falling.  Slowly but surely.  He sudenly hit the groung with surprising force.  It took a second for him took recollect himself, and survay his suroundings.  All darkness.  He looked around for his sisters.  When he didn’t see them he searched.  For what seemed for hours he searched for them.  “O-ron...”  The faint call sounded again.  Orion moved closer to the sound.  Feeling around in the darkness he made his way to Livie.  He looked down.  Barely he could see his sister Hope lying on the ground.  “Hope, are you ok?”  She didn’t answer.  She must of fainted!  But why?  He looked around for Livie.  Slowly he made his way to her.  Looking up he gasped.  Staring down at Livie was a giant rat.
End of Chapter One

Orion thought fast.  He didn’t have a weapon, he didn’t have repellent.  What should he do?  Then Livie said, “O-ron, he have frens.”  Orion didn’t need to know what fren meant.  For walking up behind the rat was an army of large rats.  “Greetings LowerWorlders.”  “Hi Guy!”  A rat walk up behind the larger one.  He whispered into the larger rats ear.  The large rat laughed.  His laugh was like in his dreams!  This rat was going to kill him!  He turned to run, but was confronted by other large rats.  He turned around and the rat was smirking.  “Lucky for you were Bounty Hunters, not mercenaries.”  “Yeah thats right!”  A rat that was not as large as the one who spoke stepped forward.  “Or else I would eat yo...”  The rat made a gurgling sound.  The large rat had its paw around its neck.  Livie clapped.  “You gurg like O-ron!”  she exclaimed.  She was right.  He made the same sound when he gurgled water.  The large rat released him gasping for air.  “Tell Horned we have visitors.”  The rat stared down at them.  “Hello, I am Gnash.”  “Y..y..your a..a r..r..rat.”  “Yes, I am a rat.”  Gnash sighed.  “Tell me when did you notice this?”  “Rig..ri..right”  Rats in the crowd laughed loudly.  But Gnash’s laugh was loudest.  “Ooh, thats what they all say!”  And they all re burst into laughter.  Orion didn’t see what everyone was laughing about.  But Livie was very imused.  “Heehee.  Funny O-ron!”  “Oron?  Sounds like Moron!”  One of the rats said and burst into laughter yet again.  “You are to go to the land of Stara soon.”  The rat said now alert.  “Stara is the city of Destroyers, or Humans to you.  Stara means safe and guarded in what you call Swahili.”  Orion sighed of relief.  He was going to see Humans!  He was led away.  In what took 45 minutes they arrived at a makeshift camp.  Orion was tuckered out but he felt he had to stay awake.  Fighting back sleep he pressed on.  His eyes closed and he fell asleep.  When he woke up a girl was leaning over him.  He was about her age but she had some type of importance about her.  “He is awake.”  Her voice was soft at times but sometimes harsh.  “Hello UnderWorlder.  I am Princess Lore.”  A Falcon appeared at her side and spoke.  “I am Fligh her Binder and friend.”  And with that Orion Fainted.  The Princess?  The falcon!  This was all crazy!  That silly story couldn’t be real!  In his dreams Gnash was leading a war against humans.  A figure clad in green strode up to him.  “When battle begins, A war is lost, hope has disappeared, and the princess has gone, take up my sword and defend your loved ones near, Do you hear?” He faded into the blackness.  “Wait!  Sir, what does that mean?”  But he had left and his dreams returned to the monster rat.  He noticed something.  Gnash and the monster looked the same, sounded the same, but were not the same!  The monster turned...  Livie was patting his shoulder.  “I help you have no bad dreams.”  She said.  Orion looked around for someone to explain this.  He looked around.  A knowledgeable looking man was backing out of the door way.  “Sir,” “I have no doubt that you want a explanation.”  said the man.  My name is Warrick.”  He chuckled.  “My wife is against my name having the word war in it.”  His expressions changed “But we still love each other though.”  He said the words gingerly, like they were too fragile to be spoken.  “How foolish of me,” he said.  “You must want an explanation.  Don’t worry, we’ll discus it all at the conference table.”  He smiled.  “Meanwhile you might want to explore rest or what ever you want.”  He left the room.  Orion checked his surroundings.  He needed to find Mrs. Hundson!  It was crazy how he never lost his original purpose.  “Wait!” though Orion.  “Where’s Hope?  He sat up.  She was lying in a bed next to him.  Orion sighed of relief.  Whew!  She was here.  He looked around.  Where was Livie?  If he knew Livie well he could guess she would be with the babies.  He heard unearthly wails.  Orion headed down in that direction.  On the walls were beautiful tapestries covered in landscapes and people.  Orion stopped.  One wall had a poem on it.  “When the hunter comes to you, guide to the path strait and true, for onward he will march, until he meets the sacred arch...”  There was more but Orion couldn’t make head or tail of it.  He walked back to the wails.  There was Livie with what looked like small chickens and badgers.  He slowly walked over.  “Hi O-ron!”  She said excitedly.  “I help much!”  “Good!”  Orion scanned the room for some older person.  He found none.  Just then a type of nanny walking in.  “Goodness!  They have not bathed!”  Orion smelled different from the other humans.  He had noticed that before.  But now he was realizing it mattered.  It gave off to the other creatures up in Cranage that had a good sense of smell.  The not-so-good-so-smelling creatures couldn’t detect him.  Cranage was a land in between Orion's earth and Cranages AGL.  AGL meant for Above Ground Level.  So he was under ground.  Orion Marveled how that didn’t disturb him.   They slowly walked into an area with tons of baths.  It was like large swimming pools for each family.  They were sent to a private area to change then met up in the pool.  Orion was glad for the pool.  Whenever Hope got in a pool she would soak it in and relax.  She looked better that way then otherwise.  The nanny went away, just reminding them that they had to be out in 30 minutes.  They soaked it all in until Livie found some soap.  She had a habit of eating soap so Orion had the hard task of taking it away from her.  “Come on lets play scrub!”  “I dont like scrub I get all clean!”  Livie wailed.  Orion scrubbed his body then gave it to Hope.  They were all wearing swimsuits.  “Maybe we should take separate baths.”  “OK” Hope answered.  Orion lathered himself, washed off, and got into new clothes.  He hoped Hope did well with Livie.  Orion walked to the Conference room.  Bickering and Arguing echoed from each door.  Orion sighed pushed open the door and gasped.
Yep long story!

1 comment:

  1. You are a great writer Sambo! I can't wait until you write more chapters!!! Love you! Auntie Ceri XX