Storm | Teen Ink


August 17, 2008
By AquaGem SILVER, Kalamazoo, Michigan
AquaGem SILVER, Kalamazoo, Michigan
5 articles 0 photos 50 comments

Favorite Quote:
Nobody will ever win the Battle of the Sexes. There's just too much fraternizing with the enemy. ~Henry Kissinger

Life it too short to let you matter.

A new town; a new identity. My life has been full of new beginnings, never lasting long enough for any substance to be acquired, though that is not necessarily by choice. None of them are better then the next. Hope stays alive in me though, it’s all I have. I can feel that there is something for me out there, and just need to find it. I am still kept dreaming.

I am young with few belongings or things to tie me down. All of my possessions are either on my body or fit comfortably within my backpack. I never unpack it completely and am ready to move on at a moments notice. I’ve been moving for five years now, ever since puberty struck. My family cast me out. I don’t blame them; it’s safer for us both this way. I miss them though. I am so lonely.

After years of unfortunate mishaps, I’ve learned that little good comes from letting myself become especially angry. I meditate every morning and pride myself with staying composed under… tension thriving circumstances. For me it’s not a matter of regretting harsh words. Life or death stands in the balance.

I walk at the side of the worn dirt road, ducking when carts pass. The town is nearby; I’ll be there by nightfall. It’s small and I hope to stay there for a few weeks at least. A month would be wonderful. I’ve traveled a long way and could use a good rest. It’s more than I dare to expect.

At the local inn I am greeted with curious glances. I doubt this place sees many new faces. I am obviously a well traveled guest. One glance at my sturdily worn backpack, long gray jacket with a deep hood pulled over my head, thick breeches, and rough leather boots leaves no questions.

I sit at a table in the corner of the room. It’s dim, the sun’s light having left, and it makes the inn appear slightly less dingy. I’ve grown accustomed to such places. They have become my home for brief periods of time. I leave my hood on my head, wishing I could just go up to my lodging, but I need to eat and I'd rather not waste more of my road supplies.

I hesitantly order stew and water from the no-nonsense maid. She brings it in a timely manner. It’s not the best, but I’ve certainly had worse. I eat everything quickly, having learned the hard way not to waste food when my next meal is everything but certain.

Afterwards I retire to my room. It is simple with a small cot and table. There is a wobbly chair to the side. It doesn’t seem sturdy enough to carry any substantial amount of weight. The room didn’t cost much. It’s warm and dry, which is all I ask. I have limited funds left from what my family gave me when they also kicked me out. I’ve earned a little from what I sold of my jewelry and food I find on my travels. It won’t last for many more towns.

I slip my jacket, of worn leather lined with wool, off and sling it around my shoulders as I lay down for the night. I leave on my boots and keep my backpack within reaching distance. I close my eyes and prepare myself to doze lightly, keenly waiting for any sign of trouble.

I wake up to the sound of a horse having been run too hard. There are raised voices from just outside of the inn. I sit up and draw a jagged breath as I hear hurried feet come up the stairs. My door is thrown open violently and light courses in, momentarily blinding me.

When I can see again, I realize that it’s him. I thought I had lost him. He’s been on my trail since the last incident, but I thought he’d finally given up. Why does he torture us both so? I didn’t mean to do what I did, I never meant to. Now he puts us both in danger.

“Thought you’d gotten rid of me, did you, demon? Not so lucky this time. Now you’re finally going to answer for what you’ve done,” He says as he comes closer and I back away until my back touches the wall.

“I didn’t mean to hurt anyone,” I say earnestly, frightened as he corners me. “I don’t want to hurt you. Please don’t make me hurt you!”

He growls and says gruffly, “Don’t lie, you little witch. You planned it all along. She tried to help you. She tried to be your friend and look what you did to her. I’m tired of listening to your serpent tongue.”

He comes closer and I try to run past him, through the shadows and out of the present. His foot connects savagely with my back and I cry out as I hear something crack. Whimpering, I fall to the floor and crawl to the side, backing away from him. I hear others start to stir from the racket. I am afraid; more so of what I might do than what he could do to me.

“You took her from me,” He whispers angrily.

“I didn’t mean to,” I protest, unable to stop myself. “I was scared. I am someone else’s daughter too! Do you want to take me from them like I took her from you?” I plead as my eyes drag around the room, looking for an escape.

“I’ll send you back to your father, the devil!” He shouts, losing his hold on sanity as he lunges at me blindly.

Without thinking I point at him, and before he reaches me a line of electricity flows from me to him. His heart stops instantly with contact. I smell burnt flesh. Others are starting to come now, and without time to grieve, I rush past him, down the stairs, and down the road.

After hours of running on pure adrenaline, I stop deep in the woods. I pull my backpack under my coat as it starts to rain, drops quickly falling to match the tears streaming down my cheeks. Wind whips around me as nature lets it me known how upset I am. Shaking, I watch as lightning splits the sky in two, only reminding me of what I just did.

Its hours before I calm down and the sky clears. I fall into a restless, fitful slumber. It’s night again when I open my swollen blue eyes. I get up, stiff from sleeping on the hard ground but not at all unused to it. Signing I pick up my bag, knowing that I must keep going.

By now there will be search parties. Maybe instead of him following me I’ll be stalked by those that found him. I feel so guilty thinking of how I left him. There was little dignity in the entire situation. Him angry as I plead for both of our lives. It wasn’t his fault that I took away his only reason for living, and that afterwards the satisfaction of seeing me dead replaced it. I shudder and continue placing one foot in front of the other.

I hate to think of what I’ll do next, and who will be the price of my mistakes and loss of control. If only I could find a place to fit in, with others like me. Those who could teach me about what I can do so things like this won’t ever happen again. Where I could be myself, and the things I can do helpful, even appreciated.

I’ve been dreaming about a place like this for so long, with these nameless people. I’ll continue to hope and look, but things can’t go on like this for much longer. I’m so worn out, my body as well as my soul. This salvation has to stop being the reason I dream and become the reason why I wake up. Reality.

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on Jan. 21 2010 at 7:18 pm
sleeplessdreamer PLATINUM, Raleigh, North Carolina
30 articles 0 photos 332 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I have always wanted to write in such a way that people say, 'I have always thought that but never found the words for it.'" -anonymous

Your writing is good, and I like your style. But I really didn't like the story. I honestly feel like it's similar to several of the stories I've read from teens. Keep writing though.

Emmalee SILVER said...
on Jan. 21 2010 at 8:21 am
Emmalee SILVER, Rayville, Louisiana
9 articles 14 photos 65 comments

Favorite Quote:
Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans. - John Lennon

Wonderful. :)

nordgirl GOLD said...
on Jan. 12 2010 at 6:09 pm
nordgirl GOLD, Turlock, California
10 articles 0 photos 9 comments

Favorite Quote:
Some people hear voices. Some see invisible people. Others have no imagination whatsoever.

You said in a comment that asks you about writting this in a lighter tone that this story sets this story sets the mood for the rest of the book. I was wondering if there is an earlier scene in the book when you kill that girl, the girl that the man was trying to kill your character for.

J. Rae said...
on Jan. 5 2010 at 9:06 pm
Did you say "rest of the book"? I hope you publish it!

J. Rae said...
on Jan. 5 2010 at 9:05 pm
That's really cool.I do the same thing. I keep a seperate file for old stories and I work with them until they are perfect. I so cannot wait to post submit work here(I am currently:( too young.You have a talent at writing fiction.

on Dec. 30 2009 at 10:37 pm
aliciajenae BRONZE, Vancouver, Washington
1 article 0 photos 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
Honestly I do not have the moment anyhow.

I like the depressing twist! Although "saddening", I can 100% relate to that emotion! I love it!!

on Dec. 30 2009 at 12:03 pm
MyLuckyStars SILVER, Annapolis, Missouri
5 articles 2 photos 9 comments

Favorite Quote:
"The woods are lovely, dark, and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep...and miles to go before I sleep. " ---Robert Frost

Wow...That was really good. You have amazing talent!

on Dec. 19 2009 at 7:00 am
TheStoryWeaver GOLD, Sofia, Other
12 articles 4 photos 39 comments

Favorite Quote:
"The Aenied is an Odyssey of epic proportions." - Caleb
"Eve was deceived and ate the fruit, Adam ate it out of stupidity." - Mr. M
"Begone ye map of woe!"
"I'm the map..." - Lydia and Caleb.

Very well written, the only thing about it is I think you used too many-this is going to sound strange- expressive words. I noticed that you had four or five grouped together and it didn't sound natural. Other than that, excellent!

AquaGem SILVER said...
on Dec. 18 2009 at 3:14 pm
AquaGem SILVER, Kalamazoo, Michigan
5 articles 0 photos 50 comments

Favorite Quote:
Nobody will ever win the Battle of the Sexes. There's just too much fraternizing with the enemy. ~Henry Kissinger

Life it too short to let you matter.

Hahaha not desperate! I guess I was born this way. I started writing a long time ago and I've kept all of my past writing. Looking back... well, lets just say I've come a long way! I did NOT start out writing really well. I just work toward improving more and more, that's why I'll go back and read past writing I've done. I haven't taken any writing classes thus far.

Andrnick said...
on Dec. 8 2009 at 10:23 pm
Oh..........................Set me in a mood but at the same time mysterious like I've been sucked into a giant cube of darkness with storm striking at it.

I would say this is good and sets a mood but there is some problems with your writing.

Spelling mistakes, some thought-provoking parts, well-written parts, and then there's some parts I hate.

on Dec. 8 2009 at 1:12 pm
phoenixqueen GOLD, Idaho Falls, Idaho
10 articles 0 photos 30 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I cannot live without books."

oh, wow...

on Dec. 8 2009 at 11:12 am
whisperingofdawn GOLD, Colorado City, Arizona
17 articles 12 photos 87 comments

but you have a typo on the fourth sentence up. you said signing instead of sighing.

it should be published! i give it 5/5


on Nov. 17 2009 at 2:58 pm
nice story! wonder y it's not published yet

on Nov. 17 2009 at 2:16 pm
dragonfan SILVER, Arcidia, Indiana
9 articles 1 photo 213 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Death truly makes an artist"

This is so amazing. I was left at the edge of my seat i would love to read more !!!

evie428 BRONZE said...
on Nov. 16 2009 at 11:36 pm
evie428 BRONZE, Ontario, Other
4 articles 1 photo 88 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Writing a novel is not merely going on a shopping expedition across the border to an unreal land: it is hours and years spent in the factories, the streets, the cathedrals of the imagination."

Wow . . . . so good! I love it!! You're a really good writer! The ONLY thing I would sudgest is making the intro more attention grabbing! Amazing idea and descriptiveness! (oh wow don't know if I spelt that one right) ;)

on Nov. 16 2009 at 4:29 pm
:) wow, u r definitely one of my favorite writers on this site. ur just soo talented!! Were you born this way or did your writing develop? Any writing classes, if so which ones? man, i sound freakishly desperate. plz respond!!

liblib33 GOLD said...
on Nov. 5 2009 at 6:34 am
liblib33 GOLD, Dedham, Massachusetts
18 articles 0 photos 22 comments

Favorite Quote:
Life sucks then you die-- yeah I should be so lucky.
--Jacob "Breaking Dawn"

I really loved this story. 2 thumbs up!

AquaGem SILVER said...
on Nov. 3 2009 at 6:23 pm
AquaGem SILVER, Kalamazoo, Michigan
5 articles 0 photos 50 comments

Favorite Quote:
Nobody will ever win the Battle of the Sexes. There's just too much fraternizing with the enemy. ~Henry Kissinger

Life it too short to let you matter.

Thank you for the comment! To tell you the truth, a lot of my writing has a bit of a darker edge that can be depressing. Not always what I mean to do, but in this, I did. This is about a person that is desperate, sad, and confused. I wanted to set that mood for the rest of the book as she evolves into understanding and belonging. Thanks for the comments everyone!

on Oct. 25 2009 at 3:23 pm
LegacyPen BRONZE, Hudson, Massachusetts
4 articles 0 photos 34 comments

Favorite Quote:
(my continued bio) Infinity, or Destiny of Infinity on here, is a total of 82,860 word count. I am in the editing process.

I liked it, but to be honest, it was kinda depressing. You definitely have talent, but I'm wondering what the story would be like if you wrote it in a more heartening light? I don't know, it just would be an interesting idea.

on Oct. 4 2009 at 1:32 pm
french.masterpiece BRONZE, Santa Fe, New Mexico
2 articles 0 photos 16 comments

Favorite Quote:
"When life gives you lemons, make grape juice, then sit back and watch them wonder how you did it."

WOOHOO THAT WAS TOTALLY WICKED!! Sorry... lost my cool for a sec! You are extremely talented! WOWZA!