I think the original outline for the way this blog will work is no longer going to be the way things are run. It is simply not ideal or realistic for a bunch of high schoolers. I, along with whoever else can, will post our writings when the time presents itself to us.
Now, onto the fun stuff.
I have been trying to find the motivation for writing a piece I have ideas for, and the rediscovery of the blog gave me some. I don't have a lot written, but I will give you a little taste just to keep you on your toes for a bit. The piece is called "Master of All Fear" and is a thriller filled with faith. So, enjoy this little bit...
The girl sat in the middle of the floor. She felt like the tin walls of the warehouse were closing in on her. She sat there in silence watching the men sitting at the card table. Only two of them were playing, while the one in the mask just sat. She didn’t really know what the masked one was doing. He could be staring at her or sleeping for all she knew, which was another cause of much fear: uncertainty.
In her mind, the girl had given them all names. The masked one was “Clown” due to the clown likeness he wore over his face. He didn’t talk much and always carried his rifle. The scrawny, weasel-like kid she named “Joker.” She came to the name by being reminded so much of the character through the young man’s actions, characteristics, obvious lack of mental sanity, and the deep ridges forming a eternal smile. The final man, a big fellow who was seemingly nice, she named “Boss.” He didn’t seem like the sort who would go around kidnapping people, but she couldn’t read his mind or intentions. He was clearly the leader of the pack; strong in his role, but not overbearing in any way. He was strange for the circumstance.
Chained to the floor, the girl’s legs began to cramp. Every instinct told her not to move, but she shifted her weight anyway trying to relieve the legs of the pressure. The girl locked her eyes on her shoes as chills ran down her back. She lifted her eyes slowly and noticed Clown had cocked his head slightly so that he was looking at her. He nodded a bit and Boss turned his head my way.
“Yes. I saw her move. I assume her legs are tired of being in that position.”
Boss stood and placed his cards down on the table. He then strolled over to the water cooler they’d placed in there and got two cups filled to the top with water. The girl eyed him with suspicion. She knew if they had this little setup that they’d all be here for a while, and she didn’t know what to think of it. Boss moved towards her and held the cup to her lips.
“Drink this. You’re going to need it.”
The girl nearly choked on the water as he said this. Boss’s whole posture changed. He looked almost like he physically transformed. His brown eyes turned a shade darker and colder, his shoulders moved back in a prideful position, he held himself in such a menacing way that made him look physically bigger.
“Boys. Will you be so kind as to grab the book from my bag?” Boss half snarled with a sneer as he studied the girl’s face. He was looking for the fear, she knew that. He laughed and she knew he must have found it.
Clown and Joker came over, and Joker held a very small and ancient book. He opened it as Clown went over to the girl, grab her right arm, and held it out in front of Boss as the girl lay on the ground. Boss proceeded to pull something from his back pocket that the girl was too terrified to look at. She trembled violently as Boss carried a ancient, steel knife over.
“Don’t worry kid, it’ll be over soon.”
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