Some people said I was a villain and some people say I was a superhero. I’d like to get things cleared up, and say I’m neither anymore. At one time in my life I was considered the bad guy, but after I changed to the good side.
I used to live two lives, one of Michelle Frost the Millionaire, and the other The Queen, Quiet Storm. When I was 12 yrs. Old my parents were killed in a car accident, in which I then became the richest girl ever known. For 11 years I grew up being alone. I could never understand why things happened to me, I know now but it’s still confusing.
For years I had so much anger in my heart. I hated my parents for what had happened, my friends, and people around me. No one could have helped me. There had be many times where I had tried to end my life, but had not succeeded. For 3 years I was in a mental institution, for reasons people didn’t know. I was able to move things with my mind, plus read the thoughts people thank. Later as I grew older things I couldn’t imagine started happening. I was able to control the weather with my mind. No one knew this, not even my closest friends. By this time I was out of the hospital. And that’s when I started running around committing crimes, setting houses on fire, killing innocent people, stealing money and things for people and places, and do it all with my mind. No one could catch me.
During the day I was a normal girl, except I had millions of dollars, the best tutors, the best of everything. My butler took care of me; he was my only family left. The only one I could trust too, but he didn’t know what I did at night. He wouldn’t have understood. Yes I had everything but I wasn’t happy. There was something missing, until I met someone special she was the one that changed me. I was in a museum one night stealing a painting when she appeared out of nowhere. Scared I tired to get away but I froze. She said she had the answer to why I’m not happy. She then told me to follow her if I wanted the answer. So I did, I followed her. Which seemed like a long time after we finally reaching the distention, I realized we were in a cave it must have been a thousand years old. She sat me down and said she was “Grace the Goddess” and she wanted to teach me the ways of the good. I said No, not until she told me the answer. Grace then said “trust me you shall receive it”. All I could say was, “Ok, first we try then we trust”. For years I trained with Grace, she taught me how to really use my powers. The day I was finally done my training, Grace renamed me to “The Queen, Quiet Storm” she said there once was a Queen named Storm. She was an evil Queen and was killed by her servant but her baby girl remained alive, who was my great great grandmother. This was where I got my powers. Grace then told me she was sent down from the Gods to look after the family. There was also a curse on our family I didn’t know about. When the princesses got married and had children all boys died until she had one baby girl, in which the Queen and King died after, but the thing the princesses didn’t know was they could live for eternity. As long as they didn’t get married and so forth.
So I ended up living for 200 years but I still looked like I was 20 years old. For all those years I did good things. I saved people from fires, and stop people from doing things that were wrong. For many years I’ve also tried to find a way to get rid of my powers. I lived for so many years all alone, reading up on things from the past, studying languages, and saving people from many things. Grace gave me a book a long time ago. That explained stuff about me, but one quote I never understood until now. “Do everything you can to be a hero and help others and you shall be set free”. I did everything I could but nothing worked. Until I fell in love again. My first love died in a plane accident. Dave was so different then others. I didn’t want anything to happen to him cause I loved him but because I loved him I deiced to push him away. I didn’t want him knowing about my power and the curse. After he left I became unhappy again until he returned. He said he wanted to marry me. I said “No” because of reasons. We then got into a fight and out of nowhere I fire broke out. And normally things happen when I get mad, but I didn’t do it. I saw Dave standing there in the flames and I couldn’t let him die. So I threw him out the window and I sacrifice myself for him. I couldn’t let my second love die. But the Gods didn’t take me, instead the said I was free for what I did. I sacrificed my life for something I couldn’t live without. In which they said they’d send me back but with one wish. I wished to be normal, no powers, to love someone and not be afraid of the curse. They granted it and sent me back in time for Dave to ask me to marry him. In which I said, “Yes”. And we had a beautiful daughter named Jubilee. Unfortunately she was born with an uncontrollable rage in side her, worse then mind had ever been. The hope of a miracle lies at the back of my mind for it is said the oracle of my daughter’s hatred and reverence will forever cast a shadow of unspeakable fear among society.
Friday, February 16, 2007
The Disaster- Short Story
Ever since I was a little girl. I wanted to fly a plane. Now that I’m older I have completed my dreams and more. I have flown over most of the world. To places I would never have thought to go. Flying is as enjoyable as eating chocolate to me. I named my plane “beautiful eagle” because she soars so close to the heavens over the lonely lands, like a free eagle.
As my friend and I were getting ready to leave, to go to Bubble Bum land. Time was pushing us. Ready to take off as a lion ready to kill its prey.
Gliding through the air like a sharp skate over smooth ice. We all of a sudden hit a storm like we hit a wall. It was so bad, that I felt death call my name. Trying to land the plane smoothly I had difficulties. I ran through bushes and past trees ripping my wings off and other parts of the planes body. I landing with my nose down like a child’s face smooched into a cake. Looking over at Zena I realize she’s unconscious. My heart felt like it’s was going to burst. Tapping her on the shoulder to see if she would wake up. I gave up and tried to call for help the radio was fried as a scrambled egg. Trying to stay clam I went to the back of the plane to see the things that survived the crash. Realizing there’s not enough food for the both of us. I decided to go outside to see where I was. Opening the door slowly as a snake slithered through spiked stocks of grass. I tip toed out, like a child on Christmas morning. Looking around in amazement. I’m stumbled for words. It’s like I’m in paradise. A beautiful waterfall, trees, and flowers. It’s outstanding. Slowing returning back to reality I remember we’re stranded here so I ran back to the plane to get my G.P.S. (Globe. Positioning. System.) Walking around in circles like a dog chasseing its tail. My G.P.S isn’t working. I can’t find out where we are. Starting to feel sorry for myself because I’ve failed. I failed myself and I failed Zena. I can’t get us out of here or even find out where we are. I heard a high pitch squeal like a fire sinner. Running back to the plane I feel my legs weaken, starting to feel like Jell-O. I find my poor Zena holding her head. Screaming that the pain is horrific, wishing that her head would blow up or she would die. After an hour of us both screaming and cry like newborn babies. Zena fell asleep. It started getting dark out so I made a big bright, beautiful fire. Sitting their contemplating life. I realize that were stuck here so we might as well make the best of it. The darkness is rolling in like a big black cloud.
Walking up to birds chirping in my ear. I get my bag of bones of a body up and walk around.
As a couple of weeks roll pass Zena is now fine. Feeling much better. We have managed to make ourselves a house out of branches, mud, and leaves. Our food is now fruit, grass, leaves and refreshing water from the waterfall.
I feel as if I’m slipping away from sanity. But who can say what sanity is? Perhaps sanity is madness, but maddest of all see the world as it is and not as it should be.
I feel death creeping up my spine like a dark shadow. I can’t stand living here anymore. I can’t stand that feeling of death. Zena is going to kill me, I can feel it. No, I won’t allow it! When zena came by she started talking about how beautiful it is here. All of a sudden I flipped. Running after her screaming like a psychopath. I tackled her down; looking into her eyes I saw my reflection like looking into a mirror. I hear her heart beat, louder, louder, louder. I pulled out my knife and stabbed her in the heart. Watching her die before my eyes. I blinked back to reality. Realizing what I had done, I walked around her body crying, not knowing what to do. I felt lost like a lost puppy trying to finds its way home. Touching her face she felt so cold as stone. I’ve killed my best friend. The only friend I had here. I’m all alone now and I will die alone on this mysterious land. The scariest thing is all I have left are my thoughts but do I even have that?
As my friend and I were getting ready to leave, to go to Bubble Bum land. Time was pushing us. Ready to take off as a lion ready to kill its prey.
Gliding through the air like a sharp skate over smooth ice. We all of a sudden hit a storm like we hit a wall. It was so bad, that I felt death call my name. Trying to land the plane smoothly I had difficulties. I ran through bushes and past trees ripping my wings off and other parts of the planes body. I landing with my nose down like a child’s face smooched into a cake. Looking over at Zena I realize she’s unconscious. My heart felt like it’s was going to burst. Tapping her on the shoulder to see if she would wake up. I gave up and tried to call for help the radio was fried as a scrambled egg. Trying to stay clam I went to the back of the plane to see the things that survived the crash. Realizing there’s not enough food for the both of us. I decided to go outside to see where I was. Opening the door slowly as a snake slithered through spiked stocks of grass. I tip toed out, like a child on Christmas morning. Looking around in amazement. I’m stumbled for words. It’s like I’m in paradise. A beautiful waterfall, trees, and flowers. It’s outstanding. Slowing returning back to reality I remember we’re stranded here so I ran back to the plane to get my G.P.S. (Globe. Positioning. System.) Walking around in circles like a dog chasseing its tail. My G.P.S isn’t working. I can’t find out where we are. Starting to feel sorry for myself because I’ve failed. I failed myself and I failed Zena. I can’t get us out of here or even find out where we are. I heard a high pitch squeal like a fire sinner. Running back to the plane I feel my legs weaken, starting to feel like Jell-O. I find my poor Zena holding her head. Screaming that the pain is horrific, wishing that her head would blow up or she would die. After an hour of us both screaming and cry like newborn babies. Zena fell asleep. It started getting dark out so I made a big bright, beautiful fire. Sitting their contemplating life. I realize that were stuck here so we might as well make the best of it. The darkness is rolling in like a big black cloud.
Walking up to birds chirping in my ear. I get my bag of bones of a body up and walk around.
As a couple of weeks roll pass Zena is now fine. Feeling much better. We have managed to make ourselves a house out of branches, mud, and leaves. Our food is now fruit, grass, leaves and refreshing water from the waterfall.
I feel as if I’m slipping away from sanity. But who can say what sanity is? Perhaps sanity is madness, but maddest of all see the world as it is and not as it should be.
I feel death creeping up my spine like a dark shadow. I can’t stand living here anymore. I can’t stand that feeling of death. Zena is going to kill me, I can feel it. No, I won’t allow it! When zena came by she started talking about how beautiful it is here. All of a sudden I flipped. Running after her screaming like a psychopath. I tackled her down; looking into her eyes I saw my reflection like looking into a mirror. I hear her heart beat, louder, louder, louder. I pulled out my knife and stabbed her in the heart. Watching her die before my eyes. I blinked back to reality. Realizing what I had done, I walked around her body crying, not knowing what to do. I felt lost like a lost puppy trying to finds its way home. Touching her face she felt so cold as stone. I’ve killed my best friend. The only friend I had here. I’m all alone now and I will die alone on this mysterious land. The scariest thing is all I have left are my thoughts but do I even have that?
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