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The Supernatural World: Chapter 4
Chapter 4: Sensei and Joyce
I put my hands down and looked back. I saw two people, one old and one about my age. The old person was old but tall. He had long grey hair that was up to his waist and had long grey whiskers going down his nose. His eyes were grey too. He was wearing a traditional Japanese brown robe that covered his feet. The other one was a girl. She had brown hair that was just right on top of her shoulders and a fringe that was over her forehead. Her eyes were blue and she had a big, light green ribbon tied on her hair. She was wearing a lime green dress that was up to her knees, a dark green cardigan with light green edging. Only the top button buttoned up and she wore lime green flat shoes with white socks. She was almost my height but I’m still taller.
The girl lowered her arms and the stems went back down to the ground and disappeared. The holes that the stems made reformed back to how it was before.
‘Oh please don’t hurt me,’ the General be
The Supernatural World: Chapter 3
Chapter 3: The Dark Shadow Raiders
I looked around the area. There were green tall bamboo trees around me. I looked down and found myself on a bunch of orange and yellow leaves, just like the forest’s leaves. Weird, I’m like in a bamboo forest and there is just one bunch of orange and yellow leaves here in the middle of a bamboo forest. At first, I thought I was in China, but I wasn’t because these leaves are the wrong colours. Or maybe they came from the sky? I actually had no idea. I kicked myself out of the leaves and I saw my purple phone. I picked it up and put it in my right pocket. I checked my sore arms. It was covered in scratches, cuts and bruises, including my legs. My checked, light blue uniform had lots of tiny cuts. I touched the side of my head, it hurts but it’s not that seriously damaged. I just hoped that I didn’t grow any dumber, I’m already dumb enough to follow the black rabbit.
I slowly walk around the bamboo forest. I cou
The Supernatural World: Chapter 2
Chapter 2: Pots & Frying Pans
I was falling down into a long, dark hole. A VERY long one! I might have been falling down this hole over five minutes. This definitely reminds me of the movie, "Journey to the Centre of the Earth", the time when those people were falling down this hole and were screaming like they're going to die. After one minute, they finally stopped screaming and they talked and whatever happened after that. I was getting bored so I was singing a Taylor Swift song in my head. Her songs are such an inspiration to me because it tells stories about her life and what she has being through in her life.
While I was singing "Eyes Open" in my mind, something hit my head. I mean really! It hurt so much and I think I just got a big, painful, purple bruise on the side of my head. I was rubbing it until another one hit my right leg and I think that thing also scratched my leg. When I touched my right leg, I could feel blood coming out. That was the worst scratch I ever had! It's a
The Supernatural World:Chapter 1
Chapter 1: Just an Ordinary Day
As usual after school, I catch my school bus home. I’m usually the quiet person so I don’t really have many friends. I turned into a quiet type when I was seven years old, the time of the year when all my friends left to another school, or were just in a different class. When I get friends, I usually try show who I really am but it just stops like three quarters away. I remember last year that I left my best friend because she was becoming a jerk. Well, to be exact, we left each other at the same time because she doesn’t want to hang around with a cry baby (sometimes I can cry easily when I feel really sad, angry or in pain).
I still have friends at school, but they weren’t like the friends I had back in my childhood. I mostly feel depressed in my life because I had tutoring lessons that only made me less confident on myself, my parents started to giving me extra work, they also didn’t take me and my sister out much to
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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