Short Stories Collection
Although I have not finished all of the short stories I have started, I am putting a few of my unfinished works on here to get something on this page!
Untitled 1 -Not finished
The sounds of whispers hummed around me like ghosts, intended on haunting the person who killed them. My focus today was off; unlike my usual alert self. The first hour of the first day of school I suppose could be the excuse for that. I was the new kid again, in a totally different place. Not that moving was a new thing for me in general. I had taught myself to get used to change. I also found ways to teach myself to keep quiet with the things I hear, and see. Some could say that I have a gift; not that it’s been very helpful. It only gets me into more trouble. Quietly, I pushed my long dark brown hair out of the way to look around the classroom, which was pretty blank for a classroom. Pulling my soul out of my uneasy thoughts, I noticed the teacher. Mr. Lastrout didn’t seem to have much of a personality, though his subject was plenty interesting. History happens to be fascinating to me. His eyes were bored and unemotional, and he didn’t look like much fun from his simply plain outfit. The kids around me were all humans; nothing fancy, or interesting. Quietly I sighed, shifting in my seat. I was sitting off to the right of the classroom to keep most people in my sight, just as I liked it. The girl who sat next to me was a blonde, with long curly hair up into piggy tails. Her outfit was a low hanging shirt, with a form fitting short skirt that was way too short for school. Her energy was extremely impertinent, and bratty. She was happily flirting with the boy next to her. I shook my head with disgust, and the teacher took charge. WAM! I wasn’t the only one who jumped. In Mr. Lastrout’s hand was a ruler, and he smiled happily at his frightened, but now deadly silent, class. I breathed out while straightening my body with the desk in which I sat at.
“Well, good morning class. That won’t ever happen again as long as you all stay quiet, yes?” I kept my snort inside. I had my own guesses. “My name is Mr. Lastrout. Now, to take attendance…” As I listened to the different people call out their names, only one stood out to me. And that was because it was the girl who was sitting next to me. “Ivy Nelsy?” Her voice was so loud I swear it could have broken the windows.
“HERE!” she over-exaggerated it, filling the room with giggles not only from Ivy herself, but from the other popular kids that made out the class. Blanking out for another couple people, Mr. Lastrout came to my name quicker than expected.
“Jasmine Solsta?” I looked up to my given name immediately. I had more then one name, and I responded to all of them swiftly.
“Present.” I heard a few people snort to my back left. Ignoring them, I kept my eyes on the board as the teacher began to explain what we were going over the next few weeks.
“So, does anyone know what the Black Death was?” My hand was the only hand that shot up into the air, so I pulled off, wincing as I realized I was seriously the only person. “Well, your name?” His eyes struck mine as impatient.
“Jasmine, sir,” I whispered quickly. I actually wanted to give off a good impression today.
“Miss Jasmine, tell the class what you know of the Black Death,” The teacher asked. I hesitated, not moving.
“Well, sir, the Black Death is also known as the Black Plague. There were 3 separate Black Plague’s all of which went through medieval Europe, though the plague itself began in Asia,” I stopped to kids laughing at me. Why? They were obviously being idiots. I could feel rushing anger pulsing throughout my veins. “What are you laughing at? Your own stupidity?” I asked, sneering. I could already tell it was probably going to be a long year, but I couldn’t help but comment. Everyone shut up at that, most giving me looks.
“Anyhow, back …” The teacher began. I shifted to look out the door. A boy stood there, watching me. There hadn’t been anyone who was absent, not in this hour. Something hit me with that boy, but I couldn’t fully tell. With that I looked away back to the board, pretending I hadn’t seen him. Not like I would see him again.
The fates have never favored me; they probably never will. I blinked a couple times, clearing my head as much as I could. Mr. Lastrout had bored me close to death, and the other brats that were in that class had made me in a bad mood. Second hour had passed without anything too interesting, and still no one fancy. I mean I couldn’t even feel any half-bloods. But it was finally third hour; more opportunities to meet someone of some significance, and of all people that boy I saw in the hallway sat 2 seats away from me. Whoever he was, he was powerful, and filled with energy that I didn’t recognize. It was a long time ago since I’ve felt someone this strong. My eyes began to see his physical features. Black almost spiky hair covered his left eye, pale skin, and frightening ice blue eyes were definitely a sight to see. I got shivers just looking at him. Unfortunately for me, the flirty idiot whose name was Ivy was also in third hour, which happens to be English, along with lunch. Ivy sat right next to the boy, and anyone could tell she liked him, or just liked flirting with him. I rolled my eyes in annoyance, resisting the urge to hiss. His eyes suddenly connected to mine. I hesitated but gently pushed my energy towards him, seeing if he noticed. I couldn’t get any further then the outskirts of his aura. I pulled off the second he got up and began to walk over to me. Ivy whined like a small lost puppy; she was more like a lost succubus. I looked away, pretending not to notice the boy walking towards me. Maybe he was just walking to the beautiful girl who sat behind me; she was much more interesting than any other girl in the room. That would make more sense, but he stopped and looked down on me.
“I felt that. You seem to be different,” his eyes lingered on me, but no defensiveness hung in his voice. I struggled to find the right words in order to answer him somewhat politely, and normally.
“And you are?” I was still working on the gentle voice that I left usually unsaid. My eyes watched his face more carefully than before. Why? Well I said I haven’t ever felt this type of energy before, and cautiousness seemed to be the only good virtue about me.
“My name is Jacob Telwell. What the hell are you?” he asked, puzzled and yet fierce at the same time. My eyes narrowed at this. First of all, I had just quit swearing, and there was no way I could say what I wanted to say to this kid. He was way too cute, and actually seemed like my type. Pushing that out of my mind, I remembered why I was curious about Jacob. Obviously he could tell somewhat of my heritage; perhaps he had never encountered one of my own. I hesitated, my eyes stone cold.
“I can say the same to you. Why do you care?”
He hesitated, and didn’t reply. Instead he turned swiftly on his heels, just as the teacher, Mrs. Gollysky, walked into the room. Mrs. Gollysky looked extremely strict, and I felt a very angry energy coming from all angles. Ivy, I noticed out of the corner of my eye, messed happily with Jacob’s hair. I tensed, suddenly feeling a large rage engulfing my body. I had never felt something like this, which shocked me. I knew myself better than anyone else. Pushing it out, I focused on the teacher, not noticing my knuckles in my clenched fists going white.
“Well, good morning class. That won’t ever happen again as long as you all stay quiet, yes?” I kept my snort inside. I had my own guesses. “My name is Mr. Lastrout. Now, to take attendance…” As I listened to the different people call out their names, only one stood out to me. And that was because it was the girl who was sitting next to me. “Ivy Nelsy?” Her voice was so loud I swear it could have broken the windows.
“HERE!” she over-exaggerated it, filling the room with giggles not only from Ivy herself, but from the other popular kids that made out the class. Blanking out for another couple people, Mr. Lastrout came to my name quicker than expected.
“Jasmine Solsta?” I looked up to my given name immediately. I had more then one name, and I responded to all of them swiftly.
“Present.” I heard a few people snort to my back left. Ignoring them, I kept my eyes on the board as the teacher began to explain what we were going over the next few weeks.
“So, does anyone know what the Black Death was?” My hand was the only hand that shot up into the air, so I pulled off, wincing as I realized I was seriously the only person. “Well, your name?” His eyes struck mine as impatient.
“Jasmine, sir,” I whispered quickly. I actually wanted to give off a good impression today.
“Miss Jasmine, tell the class what you know of the Black Death,” The teacher asked. I hesitated, not moving.
“Well, sir, the Black Death is also known as the Black Plague. There were 3 separate Black Plague’s all of which went through medieval Europe, though the plague itself began in Asia,” I stopped to kids laughing at me. Why? They were obviously being idiots. I could feel rushing anger pulsing throughout my veins. “What are you laughing at? Your own stupidity?” I asked, sneering. I could already tell it was probably going to be a long year, but I couldn’t help but comment. Everyone shut up at that, most giving me looks.
“Anyhow, back …” The teacher began. I shifted to look out the door. A boy stood there, watching me. There hadn’t been anyone who was absent, not in this hour. Something hit me with that boy, but I couldn’t fully tell. With that I looked away back to the board, pretending I hadn’t seen him. Not like I would see him again.
The fates have never favored me; they probably never will. I blinked a couple times, clearing my head as much as I could. Mr. Lastrout had bored me close to death, and the other brats that were in that class had made me in a bad mood. Second hour had passed without anything too interesting, and still no one fancy. I mean I couldn’t even feel any half-bloods. But it was finally third hour; more opportunities to meet someone of some significance, and of all people that boy I saw in the hallway sat 2 seats away from me. Whoever he was, he was powerful, and filled with energy that I didn’t recognize. It was a long time ago since I’ve felt someone this strong. My eyes began to see his physical features. Black almost spiky hair covered his left eye, pale skin, and frightening ice blue eyes were definitely a sight to see. I got shivers just looking at him. Unfortunately for me, the flirty idiot whose name was Ivy was also in third hour, which happens to be English, along with lunch. Ivy sat right next to the boy, and anyone could tell she liked him, or just liked flirting with him. I rolled my eyes in annoyance, resisting the urge to hiss. His eyes suddenly connected to mine. I hesitated but gently pushed my energy towards him, seeing if he noticed. I couldn’t get any further then the outskirts of his aura. I pulled off the second he got up and began to walk over to me. Ivy whined like a small lost puppy; she was more like a lost succubus. I looked away, pretending not to notice the boy walking towards me. Maybe he was just walking to the beautiful girl who sat behind me; she was much more interesting than any other girl in the room. That would make more sense, but he stopped and looked down on me.
“I felt that. You seem to be different,” his eyes lingered on me, but no defensiveness hung in his voice. I struggled to find the right words in order to answer him somewhat politely, and normally.
“And you are?” I was still working on the gentle voice that I left usually unsaid. My eyes watched his face more carefully than before. Why? Well I said I haven’t ever felt this type of energy before, and cautiousness seemed to be the only good virtue about me.
“My name is Jacob Telwell. What the hell are you?” he asked, puzzled and yet fierce at the same time. My eyes narrowed at this. First of all, I had just quit swearing, and there was no way I could say what I wanted to say to this kid. He was way too cute, and actually seemed like my type. Pushing that out of my mind, I remembered why I was curious about Jacob. Obviously he could tell somewhat of my heritage; perhaps he had never encountered one of my own. I hesitated, my eyes stone cold.
“I can say the same to you. Why do you care?”
He hesitated, and didn’t reply. Instead he turned swiftly on his heels, just as the teacher, Mrs. Gollysky, walked into the room. Mrs. Gollysky looked extremely strict, and I felt a very angry energy coming from all angles. Ivy, I noticed out of the corner of my eye, messed happily with Jacob’s hair. I tensed, suddenly feeling a large rage engulfing my body. I had never felt something like this, which shocked me. I knew myself better than anyone else. Pushing it out, I focused on the teacher, not noticing my knuckles in my clenched fists going white.
Untitled 2- not finished
His eyes were like bullets, watching me through dim lights of the classroom. This boy, this creature, was different. Different from any other person I had ever seen, or met. His hair was whiter then the face of the moon so cold, his eyes bluer then any ocean or sea so deep. He seemed… almost inhuman. I had already met many, but this one was definitely not like any other werewolf or vampire or elemental that had came my way. No elf, nor dwarf, had ever looked or... felt like this. His energy almost seemed immortal. They, immortals, were one of the few supernatural beings I had not yet encountered on my journeys. These journeys were from town to own. Moving around the country for a place safe enough for me – a freak like me – had became too difficult for my biological parents. My uncle tells me they left for fear of themselves, selfishness, but I have suspected otherwise throughout the years. Now being 15 years old, I’m finally in the second year of high school, at yet another new school; Shoreline High School, New Orleans, Louisiana. We were not far from the Gulf of Mexico, so the smell of sea salt usually hung in the still warm, but crisp fall air. This morning I had not felt like going to school, but if I didn’t my Uncle Justin would lecture me for hours, and no teenager wants to go through that. So that all brings me here, sitting in Mr. Daley’s first hour class, while this boy who is sitting behind me next to the wide window stares like a hawk. My eyes searched the class, ignoring the whispers that spoke of the new girl, and the loud voice of the teacher. All he spoke about was history I already knew; I was ahead of my age by two years, according to the counselors who last year insisted on trying to get me into eleventh grade classes. I would’ve if we hadn’t moved. The boy was the only person who I could tell was inhuman. If there were any others, they knew how to protect their scent, like me. Considering my family was “all human”, they, my parents, had been liars, or had adopted me. I was definitely not a human. Although, I still don’t fully know exactly what I am. I remember better than most humans, felt energies, saw things, heard things, and picked up different things that no human could, yet Uncle says it is true. My parents were very human; that is why they abandoned me three years ago. Out of the three of us kids, I was the odd ball who was considered ‘dangerous’ for my older sister Maybelle and my older brother, Trevor. So they leave me in my Uncle’s unprepared hands and just leave! Pulling back the untamed anger that blazed inside at my parents, I noticed the vibrations of the ground suddenly increase. A boy ran through the door, panting heavily.
“I’m sorry we are late, sir,” the boy’s voice was controlled, even when he did look out of breath. His hair was chestnut brown, and curly. It bounced happily with every move he made. I watched him quietly, while many murmurs ran through the room. This boy’s eyes were unnaturally dark green, standing out in his light curls. My eyes searched, feeling another pair of feet walking towards the door.
“Yeah. Our alarms didn’t go off. Are there any extra seats?” another boy, the same age as the first, walked casually into the room. The teacher sighed and pointed to the back of the classroom, where two open seats sat. The first boy quickly went to his seat, his nervous energy humming like a baby bird, or a young child. Perhaps he too was new to this school. The second boy, who noticed me as he walked past, stopped suddenly next to the piggy tailed blonde that sat in the seat beside me. “Alisa, right?” his voice was deep and soothing, though his energy had a different voice. It vibrated quickly, as if it was very aware of me listening in. Energy is like a sound to me. I can hear, and sense the emotions within the vibrations of any person or animal. I do not know when I learned to do this, and it is one of the few things I can’t remember. His hair was dark black, and his eyes were a very beautiful blue and gold, kind of like a blue gold stone.
“You know my name!” the blonde Alisa squeaked, her voice high and delicate. Giggles extended throughout the room as she blushed.
“May I have this seat? I happen to dislike the back,” he smiled charmingly. She nodded quickly, voices rushing rumors throughout the room. I sighed quietly, but did not look back at him.
“I’m sorry we are late, sir,” the boy’s voice was controlled, even when he did look out of breath. His hair was chestnut brown, and curly. It bounced happily with every move he made. I watched him quietly, while many murmurs ran through the room. This boy’s eyes were unnaturally dark green, standing out in his light curls. My eyes searched, feeling another pair of feet walking towards the door.
“Yeah. Our alarms didn’t go off. Are there any extra seats?” another boy, the same age as the first, walked casually into the room. The teacher sighed and pointed to the back of the classroom, where two open seats sat. The first boy quickly went to his seat, his nervous energy humming like a baby bird, or a young child. Perhaps he too was new to this school. The second boy, who noticed me as he walked past, stopped suddenly next to the piggy tailed blonde that sat in the seat beside me. “Alisa, right?” his voice was deep and soothing, though his energy had a different voice. It vibrated quickly, as if it was very aware of me listening in. Energy is like a sound to me. I can hear, and sense the emotions within the vibrations of any person or animal. I do not know when I learned to do this, and it is one of the few things I can’t remember. His hair was dark black, and his eyes were a very beautiful blue and gold, kind of like a blue gold stone.
“You know my name!” the blonde Alisa squeaked, her voice high and delicate. Giggles extended throughout the room as she blushed.
“May I have this seat? I happen to dislike the back,” he smiled charmingly. She nodded quickly, voices rushing rumors throughout the room. I sighed quietly, but did not look back at him.