No. 76

“…I felt the shock that brought me back to life. I felt it course through my heart and reset the beating. I felt it all.”  I’m here to tell how I died, but I’m alive to tell the story.

-12:00, Three Hours Previous-
“No. 76, please step forward.” the speakers boomed. I stepped forward, and the dull voice continued “No. 76 you are to report to room no. 11856 for your testing session.”
When they said that number. I hesitated. I stayed there for what felt to me like a full minute, staring straight ahead at nothing in particular. 11856. The room had been nicknamed ‘the Black Hole’. Only one person who entered ever returned, and that man is still in a coma; that was twenty one years ago.
I didn’t want to go, but I knew that I had no choice. I began to walk to the testing room, thinking through every possible scenario I could fathom.  But the minds of man are not always enough.

-1:00, 2 Hours to Revival-
My right arm was gone, the only way that I knew was by looking at it. I couldn’t feel it, I couldn’t feel its absence. I could feel nothing.
Then I did feel, I felt one thing, a stab, right in-between my vertebrae, directly into the nerves that run through my spine. Then everything was black.

-1:30 1 Hour 30 minutes-
My eyes sprang open, everything was blurry. I realized I could feel my arm again. But it was cold, and I could feel the power that it possessed. It was not the power of a man, but the power of machinery, the power of hydraulics. When my vision began to clear, the first thing I noticed was the doctor standing above me. He had a scalpel in his hand and was obviously the reason my arm had been replaced.
The next thing I became aware of was a burning sensation coursing through the veins and arteries of my body. Just as it hit my mechanical arm, I lashed out and pinned the surgeon to the wall by the neck. Next I spun around and immediately ducked.
The nurse that was charging me was holding a syringe full of a black sludge material, somehow I knew that it was Chlozreal Monoxice. If a single drop were to land on my skin, I would literally be melted in just over three seconds.
I waited.  One complete second elapsed.

Then, I moved.  Just as the syringe was about to puncture my skin, I whipped around and slammed the nurse into the wall crushing both her and the surgeon with my new arm.  Fire raced up my arm from the device attached to the end.  All of a sudden, a phrase was be voiced from the device “Malfunction in Delta Hexrid Macro Patterns…  Processing…  System will shut down until emergency repair has been performed…”

The moment that the voice stopped, so did my arm.  I couldn’t move it, and for the first time that night I realized the weight of the arm.  I swear it must have been made of lead.

-2:45 15 minutes-

It was hot.  Burning hot, and I was covered in sweat.  I had been running for a straight hour, and every time I inhaled I felt the air slip out of my lungs through the hole that had been ripped in my chest.  I knew I had about fifteen minutes until I drowned from the blood that was filling my lungs.  I was running out of time…  I had to warn the next victim.

Slowly i crept around the corner to see if it had gone.  At first I was confused at what I saw.  It looked as if the whole world had turned black and white, then my head cleared and I realized that they were eyes.  All of them, staring straight at me.  It knew I was there.  I jerked back around the corner, but it was too late.  It knew I was still alive.

-2:55 5 minutes-

I don’t know how I managed to hide from the creature, but I had, and that’s all that mattered.  I finished scrawling my message on the wall, the bright red of my blood contrasting against the wall in a beautiful sort of  way.  I stared at it, it looked so, pretty…  Then I felt it.  A tendril cut into my arm.  I could feel the tentacle sliding up through my brachial artery and slowly easing toward the center of my chest.  Then, once it had reached my heart, I felt it expand, and stop the beating in my chest.  Then everything went black, and it was quiet.

-3:00 0 minutes-

I was dead, but I felt the cool metallic touch of the defibrillator as the pads were pressed against my chest.  They were cold, but from them shot fire.  The fire of life.  I felt the shock of it, I felt the shock that brought me back to life. I felt it course through my heart and reset the beating. I felt it all, and I survived.

Cookies and Milk

So, there I was, sitting at my computer desk after another day behind a desk, eating cookies and drinking milk when all of a sudden….

Now it’s your turn. Write a comment that starts with that sentence, and finish the story!

NaNoWriMo

Nation Novel Writing Month
Alrighty folks. NaNoWriMo is finally here!!! Happy november!
If you are an author, and you want to write a book but just don’t have the motivation, there’s this great thing called NaNoWriMo. NaNoWriMo is National Novel Writing Month, where authors of all ages can make an account and write a book. The challenge is to write a certain number of words for a book in a month. If you would like to join the festivities it is at http://www.nanowrimo.org/en I encourage all of you to join it if you want to start writing.

Here is something I might put into my book, think of it as a prologue.

I stepped out of the door, and to my surprise the shaft of an arrow appeared about two inches from my nose. This was about when I realized that my uncle wasn’t completely lying. I still didn’t understand the whole ‘Zechtaar, you must carry on in your fathers legacy’, heck I didn’t even know what in the world my father did during his life, let alone his name.
Ah yes, the arrow that almost got me in the my face, back to that. I blinked, then another arrow hit a little closer to my face.
Now, at this point you might be thinking I should probably step back inside and start to hatch some scheme in which I’d get away from the half dozen DrechNar that were waiting at my door like a pack of Vultures, however, that is not what I was thinking right then. I was actually thinking -Are you blasted kidding me?!?!?! it took me like three weeks to grow out my mustache that big!- then I exclaimed a few words that I really would rather not be remembered for saying, so I’m not going to to write them down.
Interrupting my train of thought a large green arrow hit me in the face. Now for those of you with piercings,I have an enormous amount of respect for your pain tolerance, but if you thought that hurt try getting a piercing from a blunt arrow coming at you with such speed that you get hit before you hear the twang of the bow. If you do that then we can talk.

Hope you can all start soon, since it ends with November, if you have an excerpt from your book please post it as a comment below, and good luck everybody!

Phillip the Squirrel, (Cliffhanger)!

Once upon a time there lived a squirrel named Phillip.  Phillip was a flying squirrel.  At night when all of the customers and the shop owner were gone he would fly all over the pet shop and help other animals with their problems.  You see, Phillip was a psychiatrist.  Being a psychiatrist in a pet shop is a quite difficult occupation.  Every time someone was bought, their relatives and friends would cry for hours.

One day in particular was very interesting, they had a new pet go up for sail.  This one was a hawk.  Phillip was very concerned at this because he knew that hawks really liked squirrels, especially for breakfast.  Which, if you were a squirrel was a particularly frightening aspect.  Alas, on this particular day, Phillip had an appointment with the lizards, which wasn’t so bad, except that the hawk would always be there, watching him, like a hawk…

Now, the lizards didn’t actually lose another lizard or anything, one of them just broke up with their boy friend, Tommy Tortoise.  The poor lizard had just curled up on a rock and sat under the light for hours.  Which wasn’t really out of character for this lizard, but the real problem was, that it was Lindsey Lizards rock.  Now you might think that Lindsey needs to have a heart and let poor Lizzy have the rock for a while, but no.  This rock had gone down in her family for generations, all the way down from Queen Elizardbeth III.  So that particular rock was actually the throne of the pet shop.

Lizzy didn’t need the counseling, it was Lindsey.  Lindsey was a firm believer in the families blood line being royal.  The sheer thought of someone who was not part of the family even touching the chair made her feel sick.  So Phillip started the long, frightening flight all the way down to the lizard’s castle.  That’s when he noticed something was wrong…

Now it’s your turn, you get to finish the cliff hangar!  Write your own end to the story and post it as a comment!

Jimmy’s Snow-Cones

I reached into my pocket and heard the jingle of my keys. I continued on at a steady pace running briskly. The moment I saw my car I leapt behind the car directly to my right and launched through the window. A moment later a bullet pegged the car that I just jumped behind, narrowly avoiding me.

I ripped for my car as soon as the shot was fired. I knew that that gun was a model 9-milimeter, they had just used the last shot on their clip. Immediately I had visions of my training, my mind went blank and reflex started to kick in. I remembered the torture that they made us endure, the things they made us do, the raw pain they made us endure, I knew if I failed this time, I wouldn’t get another.

Another shot hit me directly in my left shoulder. I was knocked off of my feet and thrown into the hummer directly to the left of where I was. The car door automatically opened. They had programmed the car to recognize our voices through the slight vibrations in our vocal chords as we breathed.

I launched myself into my car as a spray of lead pellets slammed into the side of my car. I threw the door closed and floored the accelerator. There was no need to turn it on, it was a sleek black Tesla that had been modified to never turn off but to sleep. It was also equipped with a compass, a GPS, an oil slicking device, changing license plates, and 7 extra large cup holders. That’s right the cup holders make the car.

I punched the auto-pilot button and flipped into the back seat. Then ripped the lever that opens the trunk from the inside. I reached into the pitch black trunk. A car pulled up next to me and another spray of lead bullets slammed into my car. My front right window exploded in a spray of glass.

I felt around in the back and found some things. Grenade, nope not this time, 7 lbs of C4, not this time either, Finally my hands rested on the sleek black case of my M-16. It came equipped with explosive rounds and long range taser bullets, not to mention the classic hollow rounds. I flipped the case open and tore it out. As I pulled it up to the window another spray of lead stabbed my car. Instinctively I thought the car rental company is going to kill me.

I decided that the feds would have to come up with the story of the gunshot and all of that stuff. Then I decided that it was time for me to have a little bit of fun too.

The engine suddenly stopped with a very large bang. Then there was a blood curling scream. Dead eye accuracy, exactly where I wanted it. I tore into the front seat, M-16 still in hand, and threw the stick shift into manual.

Then I heard the sirens. The LAPD was getting involved again. I slammed the break as I took a shot through front windshield. I wasn’t wearing my seat belt and shot straight into the road ahead of my car. Immediately it stopped and pulled to the side of the road. Can you say, Road Rash? I ran at a brisk pace to Jimmy’s Snow Cones a small snow cone shack at the far end town. They don’t appreciate it but we all refer to it as HQ. It was disguised as a snow cone shack, but in reality it was a one square mile underground military headquarters.

I slapped the letter I was carrying on the receptionists desk. She instinctively but it into one of the many air delivery tubes that where by her desk. I walked over to my own desk. I had done it. I had finally got one right. Then I crashed. I hadn’t been asleep in three days. I collapsed, right there on my desk.

I woke the sound of my bosses voice. I looked at the clock. It was twelve at night.

“You still haven’t finished your paper work.”

That’s always the hardest part. I can go through a major fire fight, I can almost die, but the worst part of my job, was all of that stinking paper work.

Cliffhanger for YOU to finish…

There I was, strapped to an altar made out of dirty old gym shorts. There was an ugly old woman who was always bragging that she had finally gotten her official witches license. Which brings us to the altar of old dirty gym shorts, she was planning on doing something big first.
She was planning on sacrificing me at Six O’ Clock tonight. Which wouldn’t have been so bad, except that I had a date tonight, at six thirty. So as I was stressing about what to wear, and if I should wear that brand new cologne, the witch started talking to herself.
This also wouldn’t have been so bad but I thought she was talking to me. She made some really weird comments about paprika and stuff…
What really set me off was when she said, “You stinking carrot, why did you have to go and get all moldy and nasty just before the solstice?” I thought she was talking to me so I responded defensively with.
“You think I smell bad? Have you ever heard of toothpaste?!?” This caught her off guard, really off guard. Then after she realized that I was the one who was duck taped to the dirty gym clothes she turned and her face got within inches of mine then she……

Now, It’s Your turn! You need to finish the cliffhanger! Have fun!

Piano Recital

Her fingers moved quickly, and smoothly across the ivory keys of the grand piano, it was almost as though they were dancers gracefully leaping across keys; as she played, a soft melodic tune started to fill the air, the sound gentle as the touch of an angel but spoken with the voice of thunder, it filled the air like a balloon.

As she played some of the members of her audience began to cry, but as she continued they stopped and began to laugh; the changes in dynamics threw her song into completely different moods, she switched between minors and majors seamlessly.

As the beautiful echo of the grand piano started to die down, the room was filled with the roar of hundreds of people clapping, and shouting, however, the loudest of them all was her sister, Lauren, sitting in the exact middle of the front row screaming her heart out…

I’m a Bird!!!

One morning I woke up feeling strange, looked at a mirror, and realized I was a bird. The first thing I did was freak out, run around my room squawking madly like I was on a plate at some sort of restaurant, where a chef was going to dice me into little squares for people to devour. Then I fainted, and woke up thinking it was all a dream, looked in a mirror, realized it wasn’t a dream, and repeated the pattern until I realized I had major déjà vu.

Then I decided it was time to figure out how to fly. I hopped over to my book about birds. I discovered that I was some sort of a mix between a peregrine falcon and some sort of ancient prehistoric bird. I looked like a peregrine falcon that was twice as big as a bald eagle. I estimated a wingspan of at least 15 feet. I attempted to take off and at about full wingspan, I realized I was too big so I hopped down the stairs to breakfast were my mom tried to hit me with a broom until I left the house I still had my brain. However I was somehow a bird

I was testing speed when a net flew out of the truck that was driving along the street, “great” I thought, as I remembered my next-door neighbor was a member of a society of scientists that were famous for discovering 327 different types of birds. I was going to be taken to a lab where they would run tests on me and give me a lot of shots.

The next thing I did was wake up in a simulated environment with a large rat in front of me. Now I must warn you that the only reason I did this was because I had gone a day without food. I picked up the rat with my razor sharp talons, threw it up in the air and ate it all in one really big gulp.

It turned out that it wasn’t actually half bad. I almost considered it better than a marinated T-bone steak, almost. I thought for a minute and wondered what they would do to me. I let them run hearing tests on me and sharpen my talons. I finally decided to spread my wings and show my wingspan. They had tried to get me to do that every waking moment. They quickly measured it and soon realized they needed to put me in a bigger habitat. As soon as I was there I took off. Flying was amazing swooping from tree to tree. The feeling of air flying through my feathers.

Finally I broke the glass; they had forgotten to reinforce this cage. I shot to the nearest computer and hacked the system. I got into a DNA file of myself and printed it. The scientists all fainted but one and he pulled out the tranquilizer to shoot at me. I grabbed the paper and flew for the window. Half way there, he shot. I heard the shot, and caught it. Now it was his turn to be scared. I had an armed tranquilizer dart in my talons. I spun and hit him with it. since all of them were asleep, or fainted, I decided that I should have some fun. I went to their lab, and I intertwined my human DNA with the bird DNA and made it so I could change at my will. Then I turned human, went home and had waffles with a delicious topping of buttermilk syrup.

The SUFUGO

Jimmy, the hero of our sad little tale, sat in his kitchen folding small paper cranes. Jimmy was seven; next year Jimmy could finally go to the academy. He had waited his entire life for this opportunity. Jimmy, being an orphan with no education, had very slim chances of being accepted.
Recently he had heard from a foreign exchange orphan that if you made one thousand paper cranes that all of your wishes would come true. So far, he was at exactly six hundred eighty-seven and three quarters. He was very close to reaching his goal of one-thousand.
Sadly, that very day, at that very moment, his adoption papers were signed. Now, you must be thinking, “What kind of terrible person is this author? It’s a great day when someone gets adopted.” But to whom he was adopted to it was quite the opposite. You see he was adopted to a small family of Shvellkiis. Shvellkiis have a very different idea about the human population than we do. They think they are good with a little bit of salt and maybe, if they are feeling daring, a spritz of paprika.
Luckily at the same moment he was accepted to the academy. The Academy of Shvellkoo. The Shvellkoo was the most expensive and honorable group on the entire eastern arm of the galaxy. You may know it as, Great Britain, however on some planets they call themselves the Czech Republic. Whatever the name they are all still filthy rich. Now since Jimmy had been accepted into Shvellkoo but was owned by a Svellkii he had to decide which he wanted the most. Obviously Jimmy picked the Shvelkoo.
Exactly two seconds three milliseconds and forty-eight nanoseconds later Jimmy was in the CRTB of the SUFUGO.
I would like to pause here and explain what all of this means. First off you are probably wondering why the heck there was a grammar mistake in the last sentence. CRTB stands for common room teleported booth. The only reason that it is named that is that the person who wrote the name went to the SUFUGO. Shvellkoo University For Unintelligently Grotesque Orphans or SUFUGO for short.
Quickly the metallic arm slapped him out of the CRTB. The reason that the arm slaps is because if you don’t get out fast enough the next one to come into the booth will form around you and you will have a person for an arm or something that requires a large amount of paperwork such as that. Jimmy fell flat on his face. Quickly he stood up and brushed off.
Crap! Was his first thought for he had accidentally bumped the button as he exited. He now had a warthog for a leg. The nearest counselor blew a whistle and he was carted out of the entry room under a blanket while trying to fend off the starving warthog that was now his leg.
Jimmy soon heard the ding of an elevator. Both he and his newly befriended leg stopped the game of cards that they were playing and had the same thought. When I go on elevators I get sick, and as a result usually vomit.
Lo and behold when the box Jimmy and Grunt-grunt ugh (as was the warthog’s name) were in was opened the pressurized regurgitated food erupted out like a volcano. This proceeded to make his roommates very, very angry with him. So soon thereafter they removed the poor, slightly green, warthog from his leg with a large dull knife.
Then they threw him out of the window. Jimmy then proceeded to land on the headmaster. Now the headmaster, not being very happy, expelled him and had the warthog take over his position as a student. So Jimmy was forced to go to the Shvellkiis. After being fattened up, he was slow roasted, hickory BBQ sauce style, and eaten with ground cloves.

Commander Blubbertops

Once upon a time in a land much different than that in which you live, unless you live in MuffinTops in which case it would be the same as that of which you live, there lived a fine, young, Blueberry muffin. It’s name was Blubbertops. You may be thinking that Blubbertops isn’t a nice name. However in MuffinTops Blubber and fat, and any other word that generally means overweight was quite the complement.
One fine day Blubbertops was taking a walk down Spatula Lane. And at the exact point where Spatula met Salt, there was a sudden chill in the air. That’s when he knew that It had started. He had been trained for this moment his entire life. He slowly, mechanically reached back and grabbed one of his soft, juicy, still warm blueberries and threw it into the air. The Blueberry combusted as it shot until nothing remained except the seeds that would fuel blueberry trees for generations to come. Windows were closed, doors locked, children put to bed.
Then he ran. As he ran he thought. “Why now? Why me? Why are They coming? What do they want?”
Now at this point you must be wondering why I capitalized It, and They. Well if you just hold on to you seats and wait for a minute you might find out. Sheesh you people are so ‘GET ON WITH IT!!!!!! I WANNA KNOW HOW IT ENDS!!!!!!!! STOP TELLING ME THAT I’M SO ‘GET ON WITH IT!!!!!!” You are always wanting authors just to get to the intense parts. So fine I’ll move on. Oh and by the way did you know- Fine I’ll move on. Now, where was I… Oh! Yes! The good part!
Blubbertops ran straight to the neighborhood arms dealer. When he got there the whole militia was already there. They were all mumbling about what they thought the problem was. So instinctively, Blubbertops stood on top of the table. Naturally he would do this because, one, he was all natural, and two, because he was the highest ranking officer.
“We have a situation on our hands. We have a spy in our very own city. Now, my resources tell me that this intruder is a blue one. We have a code AL4738LK. That’s right, a delicious frozen blue Popsicle has invaded the oven…