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The Rose: A short Story by One_Smile_Counts

((This is a bit of a sad story so sit down))

I was on my beach Towel looking into the sunset. It was a beautiful evening, The waves where amazing. I loved hearing them crash. I sighed. "Anna." The lifeguard said. "It's time. The beach is closing." I nodded, hearing her words. "Right, Sorry, Kalee." I smile, and she helped me up. "Thank you." I said, grabbing my towel. I started to walk beside her. "Kal, could you come to my house for dessert tonight? I need to tell you something important." Her brown eyes looked at me. "What for?" she asked. We were neighbors from apartments. I sighed. "PLease?" I smiled. She nodded, and I replied, "Thanks."
We arrived at my San Fransisco Apartment and I put my beach towel away. Kalee took a seat at my table. while I got out spoons and Strawberry Ice Cream. She got up, and grabbed bowls. I smile, and she nodded. While I ws scopping the ice cream, she asked me, "What was so importand that I needed to come over here?" I finished scooping, and I sat down. I sighed. "Well, you see I have... Lucimia." I replied, and she stared at me. "This is a wig." I pulled off my wig. "And I've been sick for the past three years. Sorry I hadn't said something about that. It's why I haven't been at the beach as much, but I will be a lot more because... I've got four weeks left of my life." she gasped. Tears fillerd our eyes. "I- I'm so sorry." she said, giving me a hug. "I'm going to... leave." she smiled, and left. At least she knew. But then, before I knew it, I was gagging and then throwing up in my trash can.
The next morning, I went to Church. It was Sunday, which ment only three weeks left of my life. I prayed to the Lord that I would see Him on the day. I lived a religious life, so I prayed an extra 30 minutes to Him after Mass ended. Then, I went to my beach spot and enjoyed life. I let the wind go through my wig. It was so pleasent. Then, a man walked up to me. "Hello." he said. "I'm Jack." I smiled, trying to be friendly, and then I said, "Hi." He grinned, then pulled out a rose. "Would you like to go on a date with me?" I froze, then swallowed. I frowned, and then sighed. "I can't.. I'm sorry." I said, looking down. He replied, "WHy not...?" I blinked. "because I have three week left. I don't want to start something and then let it all leave. I'm sorry Jack." he nodded. "I'm Anna." Then, he replied, "It's ok, I've got it. Nice meeting you." After he left, I walked up to Kalee. "I'm leaving." I said, waving. She frowned. "Two hours early?" she sighed. "Bye."
I went home, and I was eating when the doorbell rang. I opened it, and on the floor was a rose with a letter by it. I picked it up. It said:
My apartment is 167, come join me!
I sighed, and walked over there. HE answered the door. I sighed. "I'm sorry, no." I said, giving him the rose, and leaving. The next day after Church, I got a phone call from my doctor. "Hello, Anna Hoble. Yes, this is Dr. Bibly. I'm aorry, but we made a mistake. It's today." he hung up. I sighed. I called everyone, givining them the news, telling them when I went to sleep, I wouldn't wake up." I sighed, and the doorbell rang. It was Jack. He offered me the rose. "Today,"I daid, closing the door.
That night, I was kneeling down praying to God that I was see him when I went to sleep. And that night, I passed away. At my funeral, Jack was crying a whole lot. Right then, he put the rose, right next to my hand in my coffin. I watched him cry, I watched him weap, and now I rest in Heaven, waiting for him, so that I may give him that rose.
The rose that changed my life.

In case it's needed, my next story was 711.

I did as well. I was all like: HOLY CRAP

poetry number one:

GAH! emo

I didn't notice the word count limit. ~cry~

I take it there can be no exceptions to that rule?

N σ M σ r є H e r σ є s – A short story

.::Chapter σ n є ::. σ p є n Your є y є s


They have a file on you. In fact, they have a file on everyone. No, this isn’t some horror movie fantasy. I wish it was. This is real, and if you refuse to believe that, I would stop reading right now. But, if you are willing to believe this, then prepare yourself. What I am about to reveal might not be for everybody. Brace yourselves. The stunning truth is this.

We do not think for ourselves.

The sooner you start believing this, the sooner you can become part of the solution, because right now, you are a problem. Ever hear of the “Control” ? A top secret military funded project which can create thoughts for people and inject them into their brain. Wonder why some brands are so popular? Or some styles of music are outcast? Welcome to the truth. Well, the “Control” is run by an organization called the “System”. The System is the group of people who created pin needle sized cameras to watch us. They watch us every day. They have fun deciding what we should have for breakfast. Almost everybody in the world is under their control.

Almost.

There are people in the world who can’t be detected by the System’s devices. They are literally the fluke in the System. They are Super-Villians. So why are they super? These people have naturally genetic powers which are considered super powers. Each villain has two, since they come naturally some are left undiscovered till later. But there are “Heroes” created by the System to destroy this villains. They possess artificial powers that have to be sustained with constant injections of liquidized gamma. Their powers were achieved by being dosed with gamma radiation.

Now where does this come in for anybody? Well, it all starts out in the life of a twenty-one year old who is at college. As he sits at his desk his phone goes off. And our story starts from there.


Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if I had deleted that text before reading it. It was weird, all my friends were in my class, so who could of texted me, or so I wondered at the time. I opened the message, while my teacher gave us a short study break.

‘Hello Klyde’ Appeared on my screen. How did these people know my name? More importantly, where did they get my number? My thumbs rapidly jumped letter to letter, as I pretended to be focused on my book.

‘What do you want? I’m in the middle of something.’ I wrote back.

‘Not the answer I expected. You don’t know how right you are.’ The reply said. The hairs on the back of my neck rose and there was an ominous feeling in the air.

‘What do you mean? And who are you?’ I wrote back, unsure at the time that I was being hunted this very second.

‘I will tell you who I am later. The better question is, Do you want to play a game?’ The texts were getting creepy. Something told me to turn my phone off right now. Yet, I couldn’t. I never understood why I didn’t, but I never really had a sense of right and wrong.

‘ What kind of game are we playing?’ I wrote back.
‘ A game for your life.’ The text message eerily radiated danger.

‘No, I don’t want to play.’ I replied. My hands were trembling, and my body was shivering. Was it cold in here to anyone other than me? My arm hair started rising, or the little of it I had.

‘ To bad, you have no choice. You were playing since you’ve been born. Now listen, if you want to live, open the drawer to your right and pick a weapon, and tell me what it is.’ I wanted to question it. But if I really was playing, then I didn’t want to die. I wondered how he got weapons into my drawer in the first place. He had to be watching me to know it was my desk. I started to wonder who was this guy, and what did he want from me? I looked at the three guns in the drawer and picked the only one I knew the name of.

‘ It’s a revolver.’ I texted back, holding the gun away from me, since I didn’t know how to use it.

‘You have six shots. The safety is above the handle. To c**k it, pull the small hammer at the back of the gun back and pull the trigger. You cannot pull the hammer and put the safety on. Keep the gun hidden. In the drawer above it, there is a pair of glasses, put them on.’ I placed them upon my nose without hesitation.

‘ Put the phone away.’ Said the left eye screen of the glasses. ‘ If you wish to live do EVERYTHING I say. Don’t question it. Now shoot your teacher.’

The right lens of the glasses showed a lock onto the teacher. My hand nervously shook as I un clicked the safety, cocked the gun and took aim. A bead of sweat dripped down my forehead. My sweaty finger pulled the trigger back. That was the first kill I ever made. It wasn’t going to be the last.

5 bullets left

‘Now shoot the lock on the window and jump out’ The right lens showed the lock as a red dot. I clicked the safety of and cocked it in one smooth motion. I took instant aim and shot the lock off the window. I made a running charge, which I learned from football and leaped into the hedges.

4

‘ Pull out your phone and shoot it.’ I cocked back and shot my phone. I didn’t question it. Adrenaline rushed to my brain as the screen told me to shoot the manhole in the middle of the parking lot. I shot it and it flipped open. I kicked the cover aside and looked around.

3, 2

Out from the school building runs a group of students. One comes running up to me. I recognize who it is. But I really don’t want to talk to her right now. It was my girlfriend since my first year here. Haley, she walked up to me.

“ Didn’t you hear? Theres a murderer on the loose! He’s killed Ms. Lohng already! Run, Klyde!” I looked at her, her brown hair and brown eyes, a better combination than my own genetics. My black hair and green eyes weren’t so great, part of my hair was short, though my bangs covered my left eye. Now let’s go back to physical world, and leave my thoughts alone for now. I read the words on my left eye screen.

’Take a deep breath. c**k your gun. Kill her.’

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that's not a cuss word how he used it.
c**k- (in a firearm)
a. the part of the lock that, by its fall or action, causes the discharge; hammer.
b. the position into which the c**k, or hammer, is brought by being drawn partly or completely back, preparatory to firing.