Fighting for the World
The idea for this story began as a dream, but I'm constantly editing it and hoping that someday I'll have a book worth reading.
Of love and fear. The path to the world. It begins with the main character and her best friend being tricked into participating in a life or death battle and might continue to their eventual escape and defeat of an uprising evil.
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Coming up the stairs, I nonchalantly followed the man through the door. He was a pleasant man, mid-fifties maybe, with short, curly gray hair and rectangular wire-framed glasses.
He turned around to see if my friend and I were following. I looked over at the boy standing next to me, Luke. My best friend. We were about the same height and looked almost like twins. Bright green eyes and honey-colored hair. He flashed me a smile.
Just then, I noticed that the man had led us up a metal stairwell and into a room. It was scattered with odd little play things, ones you might see in a nursery. And then I realized, it WAS a nursery. A few young children, maybe aged four and five stood about the room playing, but stopped and stared silently when we entered.
"This way, please," the man said as he motioned us into another room. "I'm the Director, by the way. My job is to make sure you are seen safely to your dormitories. Girls in one, boys in the other.
"This program is very special. I hope you two have an... eventful stay with us." He said 'eventful' like it was some joke only he knew.
The Director guided us through a few more rooms just like the first: box shaped, with acorn colored walls and coffee colored cupboards. They seemed to be nurseries as well. 'Why is there children here?' I wondered, 'They must be a part of this special program as well.'
Our journey through the strange rooms ended abruptly at a long, plain corridor with simple light gray walls and darker gray doors. The hallway was empty except for Luke, the Director and I. I was excited to be here. Well, not this hallway, just here, with my best friend. We had been picked specially out of the eighty-seven sophomore students at RiverDale Highschool. Needless to say, we were very proud.
I glanced over at the Director and saw him hustling Luke through one of the doors along the corridor and before I could realize the actual danger I was in, I was grabbed roughly by the arm and shoved violently into another room. Almost immediately I felt a sharp, stabbing pain in my other arm and I looked over, but already my eyesight was too blurry to identify who it was that had attacked me. I felt my body weaken and I collapsed unconscious.
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Copywrite "The Program"
by BirdieGlen
2011
He turned around to see if my friend and I were following. I looked over at the boy standing next to me, Luke. My best friend. We were about the same height and looked almost like twins. Bright green eyes and honey-colored hair. He flashed me a smile.
Just then, I noticed that the man had led us up a metal stairwell and into a room. It was scattered with odd little play things, ones you might see in a nursery. And then I realized, it WAS a nursery. A few young children, maybe aged four and five stood about the room playing, but stopped and stared silently when we entered.
"This way, please," the man said as he motioned us into another room. "I'm the Director, by the way. My job is to make sure you are seen safely to your dormitories. Girls in one, boys in the other.
"This program is very special. I hope you two have an... eventful stay with us." He said 'eventful' like it was some joke only he knew.
The Director guided us through a few more rooms just like the first: box shaped, with acorn colored walls and coffee colored cupboards. They seemed to be nurseries as well. 'Why is there children here?' I wondered, 'They must be a part of this special program as well.'
Our journey through the strange rooms ended abruptly at a long, plain corridor with simple light gray walls and darker gray doors. The hallway was empty except for Luke, the Director and I. I was excited to be here. Well, not this hallway, just here, with my best friend. We had been picked specially out of the eighty-seven sophomore students at RiverDale Highschool. Needless to say, we were very proud.
I glanced over at the Director and saw him hustling Luke through one of the doors along the corridor and before I could realize the actual danger I was in, I was grabbed roughly by the arm and shoved violently into another room. Almost immediately I felt a sharp, stabbing pain in my other arm and I looked over, but already my eyesight was too blurry to identify who it was that had attacked me. I felt my body weaken and I collapsed unconscious.
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Copywrite "The Program"
by BirdieGlen
2011
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