By: Brandon James Scott Scholl
Carrie walked into the center of the light. The last thing she could do to save themselves from the demons of the sky was to sacrifice herself. She turned to her friends as they stood and watched with nothing left to say. The goodbyes had been said and it was time to do the deed.
Tears rolled down her face as all the fun and excitement they had been through together. She was strong though. As she had started to walk towards the beams, she felt unsure, like she was doing something wrong. Now, however, she knew her choice was the right one.
As she started to decend into the air, she felt at peace. As her feet were pulled away from the ground and she floated towards the light, the pins on the grenades strapped to her jingled together. It was her last resort to save her friends, her family, and her people.
Two weeks ago the demons decended from the skies in their chariots of the air, wreaking havoc wherever they landed. People who had opposed them before had been slaughtered and left as examples for everyone to know they were not to be opposed. Both her mother and her sister ran with her in tow. Screams of both fear and pain rang out as they saved themselves. Yet, in the end, it wasn’t Carrie that was killed, it was her mother and her sister. The love and longing Carrie had for them grew stronger and stronger with each passing day since they were killed. Now, it was time to avenge them and return the favor to the monsters.
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Hannah stood by as both she and her sister watched in amazment and grief as their dear friend was being taken up into the demon’s chariot. Carrie had protected them and watched over them ever since the attacks had first started. Never once had she complained about those tasks.
Now, she was going to destroy the enemy along with herself. It was a decision she had made by herself and when she explained it, nobody challenged her. When she made a decision, it was final. They had all been part of a tearful goodbye.
They watched her levitate into the air until they could no longer see her. The bottom of the great chariot closed and Carrie was now inside. At that moment, everyone became silent, holding their breath as they waited for something to happen.
Then there was a brilliant eruption of orange and black as it blew up from the inside. Several fires had started and the glowing all around it had stopped. Hannah’s heart hurt as she realized that Carrie was not longer alive. The other three people that were with Hannah and her sister watched as the behemoth fell to the ground in smoke and flames.
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It had been two days since Carrie had given her life for her people. Within those two days, Hannah had been put in charge of the remainder of her people. Their future was secure now and they needed a leader. After discussion, they had decided that Hannah would be best for that position.
Now, she was watching as the remainder of the demons were climbing into their ships and leaving. Through the slaughters and the attacks, she had survived and continued to fight. With her actions as well as the actions of others, they had secured their future to continue to prosper and grow.
A feeling of both grief and happiness mixed within her. Many times had she heard that the lives of one outweigh the lives of many. Never had she thought she would ever have to see an event where that was true or put to action. She wondered if she was going to be strong enough, like Carrie, to be the leader of these people. She turned towards the village as everyone, young and old, worked to repairing homes and other areas to be livable again. She smiled as she watched them taking care of one another and the love they showed.
She looked back to the valley where the last of the ships were lifting off and leaving. They had won, and now, it was time to turn a new chapter in their history. A time when Man once again rised from the ashes and it’s perseverence paid off. Hannah looked up to the evening sky as the sun cast it’s final shadows on the world.
“This is for you, my friend. Thank you.”
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Goodbye For Now
By: Brandon James Scott Scholl
Jason knocked on the front door to Michelle Lawson’s house. It was dark outside and the cold night air was making his breath visible in front of him. The front door opened and Michelle’s father was standing in the doorway.
“Hello Jason. How are you,” Michelle’s father said.
“I’m doing alright, Mr. Lawson. Do you mind if Michelle comes out for a few minutes? I need to talk to her.” Jason felt his insides churn. This evening was not only one that he would never forget, but one that would haunt him for a long time.
The door opened wider and Michelle stepped out, closing the door behind her. Jason motioned to go to the back yard where Michelle sat down on a bench and Jason stood in front of her.
He could help but stare at how beautiful she was. Her piercing green eyes seemed to look right through him. They were so full of life and love. Love for him. Her shoulder length, brown hair slightly blowing in the chilled breeze. Seeing this only made what he was going to say next even harder.
“Michelle, I’m having to go away for a little while.” Michelle looked confused.
“What do you mean go away,” She asked.
“My aunt and I, we’re going to France for a little while. We also don’t know when we’ll be back.” Michelle’s face turned instantly to sadness.
“How long will you be gone? How long is a little while?”
“I don’t know. Could be six months, could be longer or shorter. But we have to leave tomorrow morning.”
“But you just got back from your last trip. We finally have some time to spend together and you’re leaving? You don’t have to go.” Jason’s heart started to hurt. This was harder than he thought it was going to be.
“I have to. I don’t have a choice.” He could tell that she was on the verge of crying.
“Fine. Then I’ll wait for you. It’ll give you a reason to come back soon,” Michelle said with a shaky voice.
“Michelle, that’s the other thing I had to tell you. We can’t see each other anymore.” As the words left his mouth, he felt like he has just completely died inside. There was nothing he could do as he saw tears stream down her face. For the first time in his life, he felt completely helpless.
“What are you talking about,” she sobbed. “What’s wrong with you?”
“I’m sorry,” was all Jason had left that he could say. Michelle stood up from the bench and walked right up to him.
“You look me in the eyes and tell me right now that you don’t love me.”
With every last ounce of strength he had, he looked into her beautiful eyes and held back the tears.
“I don’t love you,” he said quietly. At that moment, more tears came down Michelle’s face. She collapsed onto the bench behind her and put her head in her hands.
There was nothing else he could do. Inside of him was a raging urge to tell her the truth. Tell her he was leaving because his country needed him. Tell her that he truly did love her. But, he couldn’t. He loved her too much to tell her these things. Telling her put her in danger. Leaving her here without doing this left her in danger too. His hands were tied.
He turned around and walked towards the front of the house, towards his car. He had to leave her there, destroyed. Nothing he could say or do could fix what happened. The cold night air froze him to his core. The feeling of numbness and emptiness was now complete.
He got in the car and his phone rang. He looked at the caller I.D. and answered it.
“Jason, it’s Mark. How'd it go?” Jason paused for a moment.
“Yeah. Just finished.”
“You okay man,” Mark asked.
“No,” Jason said with a slow sigh. “But it had to be done. If I’m in France and the terrorist cell found out she was my girlfriend, I wouldn’t be able to protect her. I just wish I could tell her.”
“Your country needs you man. You don’t have to do this though.”
“No, I’m not doing it for my country, I’m doing it for her. It’s something that has to be done. I’ll call you when I get back home.” Jason hung up. He looked at the house one last time and the shadow of Michelle ran to her father’s shadow. He started the car and a tear rolled down his face.
“I love you Michelle
Jason knocked on the front door to Michelle Lawson’s house. It was dark outside and the cold night air was making his breath visible in front of him. The front door opened and Michelle’s father was standing in the doorway.
“Hello Jason. How are you,” Michelle’s father said.
“I’m doing alright, Mr. Lawson. Do you mind if Michelle comes out for a few minutes? I need to talk to her.” Jason felt his insides churn. This evening was not only one that he would never forget, but one that would haunt him for a long time.
The door opened wider and Michelle stepped out, closing the door behind her. Jason motioned to go to the back yard where Michelle sat down on a bench and Jason stood in front of her.
He could help but stare at how beautiful she was. Her piercing green eyes seemed to look right through him. They were so full of life and love. Love for him. Her shoulder length, brown hair slightly blowing in the chilled breeze. Seeing this only made what he was going to say next even harder.
“Michelle, I’m having to go away for a little while.” Michelle looked confused.
“What do you mean go away,” She asked.
“My aunt and I, we’re going to France for a little while. We also don’t know when we’ll be back.” Michelle’s face turned instantly to sadness.
“How long will you be gone? How long is a little while?”
“I don’t know. Could be six months, could be longer or shorter. But we have to leave tomorrow morning.”
“But you just got back from your last trip. We finally have some time to spend together and you’re leaving? You don’t have to go.” Jason’s heart started to hurt. This was harder than he thought it was going to be.
“I have to. I don’t have a choice.” He could tell that she was on the verge of crying.
“Fine. Then I’ll wait for you. It’ll give you a reason to come back soon,” Michelle said with a shaky voice.
“Michelle, that’s the other thing I had to tell you. We can’t see each other anymore.” As the words left his mouth, he felt like he has just completely died inside. There was nothing he could do as he saw tears stream down her face. For the first time in his life, he felt completely helpless.
“What are you talking about,” she sobbed. “What’s wrong with you?”
“I’m sorry,” was all Jason had left that he could say. Michelle stood up from the bench and walked right up to him.
“You look me in the eyes and tell me right now that you don’t love me.”
With every last ounce of strength he had, he looked into her beautiful eyes and held back the tears.
“I don’t love you,” he said quietly. At that moment, more tears came down Michelle’s face. She collapsed onto the bench behind her and put her head in her hands.
There was nothing else he could do. Inside of him was a raging urge to tell her the truth. Tell her he was leaving because his country needed him. Tell her that he truly did love her. But, he couldn’t. He loved her too much to tell her these things. Telling her put her in danger. Leaving her here without doing this left her in danger too. His hands were tied.
He turned around and walked towards the front of the house, towards his car. He had to leave her there, destroyed. Nothing he could say or do could fix what happened. The cold night air froze him to his core. The feeling of numbness and emptiness was now complete.
He got in the car and his phone rang. He looked at the caller I.D. and answered it.
“Jason, it’s Mark. How'd it go?” Jason paused for a moment.
“Yeah. Just finished.”
“You okay man,” Mark asked.
“No,” Jason said with a slow sigh. “But it had to be done. If I’m in France and the terrorist cell found out she was my girlfriend, I wouldn’t be able to protect her. I just wish I could tell her.”
“Your country needs you man. You don’t have to do this though.”
“No, I’m not doing it for my country, I’m doing it for her. It’s something that has to be done. I’ll call you when I get back home.” Jason hung up. He looked at the house one last time and the shadow of Michelle ran to her father’s shadow. He started the car and a tear rolled down his face.
“I love you Michelle
Thursday, September 2, 2010
The Man of the Future
By: Brandon James Scott Scholl
“I'm from another time,” he said quietly looking right into her eyes. “I come from at least a millennium from the current year. I was sent here to stop a murder.”
She had to believe him. He had to make sure she believed him. She was the only way that he was going to be able to find out when and where everything was going to happen. If it wasn't for her hospitality two nights ago, he'd still be out in the cold of the city.
“You're pulling my leg,” Clarice said. “That's the kind of stuff you read in books.” Devlin looked into her deep golden eyes. Clarice's expression changed. “You're serious.” Devlin nodded.
Just then a group of men at the bar that were eyeing him turned to face him.
“Hey kid, what's your name?” Devlin thought for a moment. He couldn't use his real name. His name was the same as his relative that was going to be killed.
“Kirk. James T. Kirk,” Devlin blurted out. Then the three men got up in their finely immaculate suits and walked over to his table.
“Well, Kirk. We haven't seen you around here before so we'll let you in on a secret. This here is our town. You follow the rules, stay out of our way, and you'll be fine. Got it?” Devlin nodded. The three men walked out of the shop.
“James T. Kirk,” Clarice asked. Devlin shrugged.
“I was going to say Dick Tracy but I don't know when that was first published. Didn't want it to sound weird.” Clarice rolled her eyes.
“Well you could have come up with a better name. Kirk sounds like a stupid name.”
“Are you kidding me? Kirk was one of the best...,” he stopped. “Never mind. Let's get out of here. I want to show you something.”
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Devlin opened the door to the old barn and walked Clarice inside. They were on the outskirts of town.
“This barn seems to have been abandoned a while ago and nobody really seemed to care about doing anything to it. Perfect place to hide my time machine,” Devlin said. Clarice looked around the second level of the barn and then around the ground floor.
“What are you talking about? There’s nothing here.” Devlin smiled. He pulled a small keychain from his pocket and pressed a button on the top of it. In the middle of the barn appeared a small plane. Clarice was staring in disbelief.
“Cloaking device,” Devlin explained. “It’s a new feature that they installed on these things. Last thing we need to do is mess with the timeline further by having stories told of flying objects randomly appearing in the sky. Bad enough one crashed in Roswell in ’47. People are still ranting and raving about that one.” Devlin pulled open the canopy to the cockpit then turned to Clarice. “Want to go for a ride?” Without saying a word, Clarice walked over to Devlin and took his hand as he helped her into the back seat of the cockpit.
When he had climbed in as well he flipped a few switches and the engines hummed to life. The canopy closed and locked shut and they started to lift off the ground.
“Ready,” Devlin asked.
“I think so,” Clarice replied.
Devlin pulled back on the throttle and they moved forward and out of the barn doors. Then, he pulled back on the yolk and they started to climb faster and faster into the air. He leveled off above the city and flew above it in circles.
“Can they see us,” Clarice asked.
“No. The cloaking comes on as soon as the engines start up and the engines have a device that silences them. We’re totally safe.”
“This is amazing.”
“So, do you believe me now?”
“Without a doubt.” Devlin flew them back down and inside the barn where they both climbed out of the time machine and turned it invisible again.
“Now, I need to find this relative of mine who’s going to be murdered and I need to stop it all from happening. Can you help me,” Devlin asked. Clarice nodded.
At first, Devlin had felt alone. He didn’t know anyone and was going to have to scrounge up whatever he could to survive. Now that he had met Clarice, he felt his luck already improving.
“I'm from another time,” he said quietly looking right into her eyes. “I come from at least a millennium from the current year. I was sent here to stop a murder.”
She had to believe him. He had to make sure she believed him. She was the only way that he was going to be able to find out when and where everything was going to happen. If it wasn't for her hospitality two nights ago, he'd still be out in the cold of the city.
“You're pulling my leg,” Clarice said. “That's the kind of stuff you read in books.” Devlin looked into her deep golden eyes. Clarice's expression changed. “You're serious.” Devlin nodded.
Just then a group of men at the bar that were eyeing him turned to face him.
“Hey kid, what's your name?” Devlin thought for a moment. He couldn't use his real name. His name was the same as his relative that was going to be killed.
“Kirk. James T. Kirk,” Devlin blurted out. Then the three men got up in their finely immaculate suits and walked over to his table.
“Well, Kirk. We haven't seen you around here before so we'll let you in on a secret. This here is our town. You follow the rules, stay out of our way, and you'll be fine. Got it?” Devlin nodded. The three men walked out of the shop.
“James T. Kirk,” Clarice asked. Devlin shrugged.
“I was going to say Dick Tracy but I don't know when that was first published. Didn't want it to sound weird.” Clarice rolled her eyes.
“Well you could have come up with a better name. Kirk sounds like a stupid name.”
“Are you kidding me? Kirk was one of the best...,” he stopped. “Never mind. Let's get out of here. I want to show you something.”
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Devlin opened the door to the old barn and walked Clarice inside. They were on the outskirts of town.
“This barn seems to have been abandoned a while ago and nobody really seemed to care about doing anything to it. Perfect place to hide my time machine,” Devlin said. Clarice looked around the second level of the barn and then around the ground floor.
“What are you talking about? There’s nothing here.” Devlin smiled. He pulled a small keychain from his pocket and pressed a button on the top of it. In the middle of the barn appeared a small plane. Clarice was staring in disbelief.
“Cloaking device,” Devlin explained. “It’s a new feature that they installed on these things. Last thing we need to do is mess with the timeline further by having stories told of flying objects randomly appearing in the sky. Bad enough one crashed in Roswell in ’47. People are still ranting and raving about that one.” Devlin pulled open the canopy to the cockpit then turned to Clarice. “Want to go for a ride?” Without saying a word, Clarice walked over to Devlin and took his hand as he helped her into the back seat of the cockpit.
When he had climbed in as well he flipped a few switches and the engines hummed to life. The canopy closed and locked shut and they started to lift off the ground.
“Ready,” Devlin asked.
“I think so,” Clarice replied.
Devlin pulled back on the throttle and they moved forward and out of the barn doors. Then, he pulled back on the yolk and they started to climb faster and faster into the air. He leveled off above the city and flew above it in circles.
“Can they see us,” Clarice asked.
“No. The cloaking comes on as soon as the engines start up and the engines have a device that silences them. We’re totally safe.”
“This is amazing.”
“So, do you believe me now?”
“Without a doubt.” Devlin flew them back down and inside the barn where they both climbed out of the time machine and turned it invisible again.
“Now, I need to find this relative of mine who’s going to be murdered and I need to stop it all from happening. Can you help me,” Devlin asked. Clarice nodded.
At first, Devlin had felt alone. He didn’t know anyone and was going to have to scrounge up whatever he could to survive. Now that he had met Clarice, he felt his luck already improving.
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