Dancing with the Graceful One

There she stood, The Graceful One, more beautiful than anything or anyone. Her perfect face and pale green skin shone bright in the moonlight. Her plain white dress with with long flowing sleeves and the flower halo atop her head made her look like she walked out of a painting. Maybe she did. The stars from above seemed to smile down on her as she looked on into the distance passed me. Her neck was long and her long arms and legs stood still as if waiting. Her face beamed with a gorgious grin that stretched from one pointy ear to the other. I couldn't help but smile back even though she never looked my way.
Then it started to happen like it always did: She began to dance. She swayed back and forth, then her hands with her long delicate fingers went up with the music of the night. She danced on her toes across the meadow, spinning and swirling. The silk skirt of her dress seemed to flow perfectly behind her wherever she went. I just watched in awe and wonder of her grace and splendor. Her bare feet glowed in the green grass as she moved this way and that. All her steps were perfect. Everything was perfect.
Suddenly she stopped and looked at me for the first time. She held out her hand and I just stared at it. She never noticed me before and now her gleaming smile was looking straight at me. She was perfect and I was far from it, still covered in dirt from a long day of work. But without thinking I took her hand. It was soft and cold.
Before I knew what was happening, I was spinning and dancing. I stared into her bright purple eyes which glowed like the stars above. We danced through the meadows and hills and we spn around and around without getting dizzy. I felt like I was flying and soring through the stars with an angel. I had never danced before in my life and I was wearing my old work boots. How was I not falling or stepping on my own feet?
We swayed from side to side and danced freely through the field, the night's music following us whereever we went. We started to slow down and just sway. The music seemed to grow softer. She put her delicate head on my chest and I felt like I had everything in the world. She stopped peacefully and looked up into my eyes. She hugged me tight and I wanted to kiss her. She went up on her toes so she was as tall as me and kissed me sweetly on the cheek. Then she walked out of my arms. I didn't want her to leave and I didn't want it to end but I knew it had to. She turned and walked away swiftly, looking back only once before she vanished.
I never saw her again after that night but I will always remember that beautiful time when I danced with The Graceful One.

The Diamond Necklace

~Kindle Joy Miller

It had been a long day at school and I was excited to get home. I climbed into the school bus and made my way to the back where I usually sat. To my surprise I found on my seat a beautiful diamond necklace shining in the light from the window. I looked around and most of the other kids were listening to their iPods, reading books or whispering to the person next to them. I quickly grabbed the necklace and put it in my pocket then sat down.

When I got to my house, I raced to my room, closed the door and pulled out the necklace. I set it carefully on my desk and threw my backpack on my bed. I sat down at my desk and just stared at the necklace. It was beautiful. I wonder who it belongs to, I thought, maybe it's made out of real diamonds!

"Mike!" I heard my mom call, "it's time for dinner!" I glanced one last time at the necklace then got up. "I'm coming!" I shouted and hurried to the dining room. I ate hastily so I could get back to my room and the necklace. As soon as I finished I got up to run back to my room. "Where are you going in such a hurry, Mike?" asked my mom. "Um... homework," I said. "Don't forget it's your day to do the dishes." I sighed and turned to my dad. "I was just in the middle of something for school," I lied, "Can't I do the dishes later?"

"I guess," my dad said, "but you better get them done before bed." My mom gave my dad a disaproving look but I was already on my way out of the room. I ran to my bedroom quickly  and shut the door behind me. Then I looked at the desk and gasped. It was gone. The necklace was gone.

Who am I?

~Kindle Joy Miller

I was born in a small town by the coast of Celissia. I lived in an ordinary village and I had ordinary parents, so why was I not ordinary? Why was I different? I sat by myself on the beach and pondered this.

I could feel things, things I didn't undersand. I have one green eye and one brown eye. The green eye sees truth and the brown eyes sees much, much more. I see things that are a part of me somehow. I don't just see them though I feel them, I experience them. My dreams are somehow real. I don't just have them at night anymore, I have them anytime of the day. I just know that whatever I see is really happening somewhere. Besides that, nobody can lie to me because my green eye sees through them. I can tell when anyone lies. My name is Atorie and I think I might be a seer.

I look up at the sky and see faces of people I never met but they are somehow familliar to me. I feel somehow connected to them. I know my ordinary parents are my real parents because I would know if they weren't. But why am I different? What is so special about me that I recieved these unwanted gifts? I slowly got up from where I sat in the sand and picked up a long stick."I'm so confused," I wrote in the sand and sighed.

"Why are you confused?" I heard a small voice say and turned to see a small boy looking up at me. I quickly erased what I had written. "It's nothing," I said, "just nothing." I smiled at the boy and started to walk away but on the inside I was thinking, who am I?

The Protector

~Kindle Joy Miller

She was beautiful but hopeless. She didn't know that she was one of the most important people in the world. I can't tell her or comfort her, I just watch her and protect her. That is my job and that is what I must do. How can she live like this and not know who she is? 

Brenna walked down the street not suspecting anything but I saw the sniper and I knew why he was there. I have saved her so many times I've lost count and she doesn't even know I exist. Maybe that's how it should be. I've killed people for her and she goes on with her hopeless life not knowing how much she means to so many people. 

I quickly ran and climbed up the  side of the nearest building so I would have a better view of the vulture and where he was targeting. Many men have died at this job and I would gladly give up my life too if it was meant to protect Brenna. I was told that I was the fifteenth Protecter. I pray that I won't be the last.

I reach the top of the building and look over to where I saw the sniper and he is aiming right at me. I pull out my gun as fast as possible and shoot but it was too late. He hit me in the leg and I fell back on to the cement roof. The pain rushed through my body and the questions rushed through my head. Who was that sniper? Is he after Brenna now or was he just after me? If he was after me, why did he hit me in the leg? He was a sniper! Was it a warning shot?

As all these questions were going through my head I pulled out my cell and hit the speed dial. "Yes?" answered a woman's voice. I quickly said everything I knew, "I need back up. Brenna might be in trouble. I've been hit. Track me here and find Brenna." 

"Don't move! We're on our way!" I wasn't going anywhere, I thought. I sat trying to see where the sniper had gone. He seemed to have disappeared. I had to save Brenna, I thought. I tried to stand slowly but my leg was in too much pain. I had to save her. She needed help and she needed hope but there was nothing I could do. "Please, God, help her," I said aloud and waited.