Twas the night before our escape

A instant christmas classic, re-edited since last year!
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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the houseall the creature where stirring, even the mouse;
I had planed my escape with carful care,In hopes that St. Nicholas would not be there;
I had slaved away chained to lead,While visions of sugared-plums danced in my head;
I was starved hadn’t eaten in a day or four;
No gruel or crackers where here anymore,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,I sprang from the chains to see Miss shatter.
It was her signal, a clatter and wave,
I knew now I would have to be brave.
Us elves are tired of being treated like snowTrod on and trampled crushed below,
I stole out the window when who should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so cruel and quick,I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
Someone had ratted I knew as he came,he whistled, and shouted, and called his chattel by name;
“You dunce, Dasher! Dumb, Dancer! Idiot, Prancer and Vixen!Half witted, Comet! Stupid, Cupid! Dolt, Donder and Blitzen!”“Get those brainless elves” I heard him drawl“Now dash away! Dash away!” and he whipped them all!
They realy where in no condition to fly,
But still he made them take to they sky,so closer and closer the abused reindeer flew,With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, a crunch, I heard on the roofThe crying and pawing of a taken down hoof.As I drew back my hand, and was turning around,Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in reindeer fur, from his head to his foot,And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes, blood and soot;the bundle of rounded up elves he had flung on his back,And he looked like a smuggler just opening his sack.
His eyes -- how they crinkled! His dimples how hairy!His cheeks hosting blood, his nose very scary!His drooling little mouth was drawn up like a bow,And his grotesque nose hairs as white as the snow;
The stump of the reindeer hoof he held tight in his teeth,And the blood pooling in the form a wreath;He had a broad face and a little round belly,That shook, when he cackled like a bowl of rotting jelly.
He sneered and spit as he said “right jolly old elf,”And I cringed when I saw him, in spite of myself;the gleam of his eyes and a twitch of his head,Soon gave me to know I had to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,And chained the elves back up; then turned with a jerk,And laying his finger aside of my nose,And giving a tug, it cracked and he froze;
The blood he wiped on his once white suit as he gave a whistle,
And whipped us all with a sharp thistle.
And I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,"I’ll destroy Christmas sometime, just not tonight."

the bully

You’ve chained me,
With your venomous eyes.
Seething at me
Telling lies.
The circles you’ve drawn
Your self to.
The cold ancient chants,
Turn me black and blue.
The winds whip and howl
dear moon buried under clouds
Like your true form below your scowl.
My pale complexion cries crimson
Where you bit in
I’m all buried and bloody beneath the skin.
I lie broken and scarred
Among candles and wood
Incents burn hazy
Where I once stood.
The ghost of my being
A phantom face
Smile cracked and shattered
Yours is the one I want to erase.
Forget your black magic
Disown your bitter beast
But I can’t your spell to strong,
So my soul will lie here deceased.
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5 points to anyone who can figure out what this is about.

Fantasy

Fantasy
lyrics by Fleur De'La Fay
Rip my heart out and throw the remains on the floor for the world why don't we...


In the dancing mist,
I long to be kissed
Under the cover of night
You would hold me tight
But you will never be mine
Our hearts never to intertwine
Sure as the tides of the sea
You will only be
A fantasy

I stand in the dark
Watching you through the smoke
You’ve captured my heart,
I can’t bear to be a part.
Yet if you only knew
How much you mean to me
My fantasy

Love story

Love story
lyrics by Fleur De'La Fay

People say we live in a love story,
And that’s okay with me but I’m just wondering,
Why is this so gory?
Whys my heart on the floor?
Why is it in pieces…? Where’s my F*&(&%$ happy ending!?

You where Prince Eric and I the little mergirl
But baby, this isn’t working I’m dying out of water
Gasping for air in your arms
Slowly we float apart!

People say we live in a love story,
And that’s okay with me but I’m just wondering,
Why is this so gory?
Whys my heart on the floor?
Why is it in pieces…? Where’s my F*&(&%$ happy ending!?

Why darling did you smash my glass slippers?
Only to cut my heart apart?
Slice my love to shreds?
Silence my affection for you….

People say we live in a love story,
And that’s okay with me but I’m just wondering,
Why is this so gory?
Whys my heart on the floor?
Why is it in pieces…? Where’s my F*&(&%$ happy ending!?

Grumpy says not to miss your poison kisses
And sleepy says you where a bad apple,
But I still wish for your fatal kiss.
So where that love story ending?

A Fantasy

In the dancing mist,
I long to be kissed
Under the cover of night
You would hold me tight
But you will never be mine
Our hearts never to intertwine
Sure as the tides of the sea
You will only be
A fantasy



Fleur De'La Fay

Silver sun

The sun shines so bright,
on clear cloudless days of sapphire skies.
Until the dark moon steals away its beauty,
A silver thief robbing golden kisses,
from the blazing eye of the sky.
A luminescent flower of the night,
Shedding sterling tears for the forbidden lovers,
Who worship under the black satin night.
Stumbling home on reluctant feet
When the violet and cyan clouds cover the canvas of heavens,
Heralding a new morning.

Fleur De'La Fay

The New Foundlander Hunt

The New Foundlander Hunt

a essay

By Fleur De'La Fay

For my english class

If you got an e-mail saying “let’s put 4000 Newfoundlanders out of their jobs” would you forward it? What if it said, “let’s stop an entire economy dead in its tracks!” Or how about “lets take money out of the places it is needed (like heath care or education)” Now what if it said “lets stop the slaughter of innocent baby seals” then would you forward it on? Well it’s basically the same thing. According to CBC in depth 4000 Newfoundlanders hunt seals. And according to statistics Canada Newfoundland has the sixth highest unemployment rate in of all the Canadian provinces with 37.5 thousand people unemployed. Now if we stopped the seal hunt the unemployment rate would rise to 41.5 thousand raising it to the fifth highest in Canadian provinces. This in truth will cost the government money that could be used towards education or health care. Even if the government doesn’t take the money from those arias it has to come from somewhere so the only other option is increasing taxes, and nobody wants to pay more for a situation that could have been easily avoided. The Seal hunt, which according to the DFO is self-sustained, costs the government less. The seal hunt is all that these people know and according to CBC it only accounts for 1/3 of their salary. So if we take this away from them how would they feed their children? They can’t hunt seal. Now you could argue that they could go to a fast food restaurant and work there oh but wait PETA and IFAW have already made it public places like KFC and McDonalds who pay minimum wage have animal cruelty going on there. Seems to me in a province where 37.5 thousand people are unemployed jobs that PETA approve of are well hard to find. If we ban the seal hunt we could have whole community starving. Calling ourselves “dignified Canadians” doesn’t seem right if we just stand by and let fellow Canadians starve?
And speaking of Canadians stopping the seal hunt while I was researching I found something that was well odd. Most of those “lets stop the slaughter of baby seal” sites are hosted by American citizens. IFAW is an American invention, PETA is American based, Pamela Anderson is American okay so she was born in Toronto but MOST of her bits are American. They who don’t depend on the hunt for their next meal are telling the people that it really affects, what do to. If Canada bends over backwards to accommodate their bossy neighbors when will it stop? How much Americanization can Canada take before we are American? Already they are creeping in with their fast food chains and clothing brands. The seal hunt is just another thing that the U S would be stealing from us. Its is our culture! Ancient traditions that we have kept are being threatened by the pop culture of America. So if we change this wont that just be and invitation to the Americans to change everything? What else can they take from us? The Junos?
After reading all those American sites a thought struck me, I don’t remember ever hearing about a campaign to protect the Deep Sea Anglerfish. You know the big ugly fish with the light on its head from finding Nemo? Well that’s because the angler fish is exactly that… big and ugly. If seals weren’t so cute I don’t believe that people would protest the hunting of them. In all actuality the mascot seal of PETA’s stop the seal hunt rally is incorrect instead of using the older grey seals that hunters are Legally allowed to hunt for their mascot PETA chose a newborn seal that according to CBC Canada banned all hunting of in 1987. People that’s 20 years that this law has been in order yet PETA hasn’t updated their campaigned?
But aside from having information that is out dated PETA and IFAW are misinforming the public. If you have ever been to the PETA or IFAW site or received a chain letter with a link to a video about seal hunting you will have seen 2 minuets of a little baby seal pup with huge brown eyes and a soft white coat withered in pain as the big mean human drove a spike into its head. Now as I stated earlier the seal with white fur is not legally allowed to be hunted. Now after watching the video I really don’t blame you if you wanted to stop the seal hunt because well that video was gross and it looked really violent but PETA forgot to tell you that the seal in the video was already dead yes even though it moved and blinked it was dead. According to the DFO seals have a swimming and blinking reflex that takes place after they die. They blink and thrash although since they are dead they are in no pain. According to PETA’s “independent” veterinary studies show that “most” of the seals are killed inhumanly, but According to the veterinary journal of Canada 98% of all seal killing is humane. Now doesn’t it seem strange that PETA couldn’t site the vets? And “most” seems like a pretty rough estimate to me.
So all in all if we want to be the 51st state that has a whole community starving, high taxes because the unemployment rate is so high and a population where misinformed super stars tell us what traditions are important then be my guest send that chain letter on.

Coal Wings

Coal wings
A short story
By Fleur De’La Fay
For Fish (happy birthday)


Kayara silent on all four huge black paws stalked her way threw the thick underbrush of lush green plants. She felt invincible, daring Akam to attack her. Rearing on her back legs her muscles rippling under the sleek black fur she slashed a blaze on the trunk of a large tree with her sharpened claws. Slicing into the bark like if was the soft petals of the wild roses. A voice came from behind ruining her good mood.
“Kayara we must rest!” Isis implored her voice as always a soft whisper, like the gentle pit pat of rain in the jungle. “The little ones are tired.” The soft voice chilled showing more signs of the rain like mystery it belonged to. Kayara glancing behind her flicked her slender tail out of annoyance as the little panther cubs stumbled sleepily and bumping into the bigger panther that the voice belonged to.
Tup-Tin, Athena and Amneris nodded. The long journeys had been hard for the little black panthers. Running from the demonic soldiers that Akam him self ordered to stalk out and capture the three little panthers, had tired them after only one day. Kayara sauntered up to Isis, although Kayara was a huge panther for a female Isis still stood an whole 3 paws taller. Isis was lofty and slender, her balance revered among the tribe. Kayara on the other hand was sleek and athletic beating even the best male in races and hunting.
“Fine, but don’t blame me when Akam’s men find us.” Kayara shouted, anger rose in her throat blossoming into the deep fierce growl that Isis had heard all too often. Isis soothed the cubs as Kayara; slashed at the heavy plants cutting them into fine ribbons. Kayara and Isis were sent to escort princess Tup-Tin, Princess Athena and princess Amneris to the shelter the rebel panthers had set up. Queen Nehedka the cubs mother was waiting their. Most likely licking her wounds and waiting for her babies. Which currently where covered in heavy mud and treading on their own tails.
“Kayara tell me about the palace, please.” princess Tup-Tin begged as she tripped and fell under Kayaras pacing paws. “Not now!" She growled, untangling her self from the tinny ball of black fur. “Are we all rested up now?” She asked.
Without waiting for an answer she hurried the on. “You lived in the palace right?” Amneris asked the oldest. “With the Queen, Isis and Radames right?” Amneris pestered Kayara. “Yes now please be quiet okay.” Kayara muttered. “Why. Why do we have to be quiet? Why do we have to leave home? Why, Why, Why? Tup-Tin yelled, trying to imitate Kayara’s booming roar yet falling short and producing something vaguely like a chirp and a squeal.
“You really want to know why?” Kayara rallied and angry from all the rain roared, her growl resonating from every tree within a mile.
“Yes” Tup-Tin cried her voice squeaking.
“Fine, we have to leave home because king Akam men think they are the better because they have wings. We have to be quiet because we don’t want to get caught. They want to destroy your family! Get it? Kill you! Murder your mother and skin your sisters. They believe they are the angels of death! With their wings they believe they are chosen to rule the forest!”
“Kayara calm down,” Isis commanded. Her normal, calm, mother tone sharp and angry it cracked threw the air like a whip and left Kayara stinging. “Your scaring the cubs!”
Kayara pride still aching was silent.
That’s when a loud snap could be heard.

“Shhhh” Kayara breathed, her muscled body tensing, coiling like a spring. A few seconds passed but in the jungle it felt like 5 eternities. Then a terrible crashing could be heard. The thrashing a thumping of wild green plants being torn and trampled on and a deep roar erupted from behind Kayara. She spun and leaped in to the thick under bush her claws flying and hacking eager too get into the fray. Tup-Tin pressed closer to her sisters as cubs leaned closer to Isis hugging close for the reassurance that the adult Panther provided. “Come” She ordered amusement playing into her whisper.

Kayara blinded by adrenalin tore throw the dense jungle foliage. Anything in her way became nothing more than slivers as she carved her way toward the danger. And there standing silhouetted in the now pouring rain a familiar figure. So frustrated in her mission and lack of action Kayara couldn’t, wouldn’t see who it was.

“Kayara!” He called but she was almost on him already. Flipping around he met her attack with one of his own. And very quickly it turned ugly.
“Radames” Kayara screamed her delight mixed with anger.
“Kayara” Radames his claws dangerously close to Kayara’s neck took a slash at her side instead of the fatal swipe designed for her only.
“Your getting slow” he remarked, as she twisted and flew at him.
“No I wouldn’t say that” She laughed her anger dissolving as she trapped him underneath her paws and lowered her mouth to his neck and nipped him.
“oh get off” he chided quietly
“You scared us….” Kayara, rolled to the side allowing him to get up.
“I could hear you guys arguing a mile away. What were you arguing about anyway?” He asked.
“Nothing” Kayara’s lips closed in a tight line. “Come on Isis and the brats are probably waiting for us… Race you.!” She called, no sooner than the next rain drop falling to earth the two friends where gone. Racing like the wild wind two slivers of midnight darting in and out of the trees.

Sorry it took so long just I was stewing over a bad decision in the plot line... Oh yeah and I was away in Europe so that was a bit of a time zapper *laughs* Anyway I'll maybe write a short about it later.... No promises.
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"Pearrrrl?" I open my eyes and there in front of me is his face, the corner of his eyes crinkled in worry. Since when did I have a cool compress on my head? Wait what just happened? I think wildy to myself. I can see deep into his black eyes, puzzlement, worry.


"you be fainted." He bent over me holding the dripping cloth.


Was this before or after I kissed him? Was that desire a dream. If felt so real! It couldn't be!



I had seen something in his eyes a craving, a hunger, how could I make that up? And what of my own? Surly the deathly chill was no dream, it was more like a nightmare. The cold that raked my body freezing my brain, was no where in sight. The only cool now is the cloth, in fact my head is burning, my body sweating. I don't feel well. Shaken I sit up and relies I'm lying among beaded pillows.

"Yourrrr okay?" he asks in his purr and I nod. "I was asking..." He seems to break off losing courage. "I was wondering...."

What I want to scream! What are you wondering!? But the sound of the door startles him ans I can tell hes lot all thought of whatever he wanted to know. His body beside me tenses and his eyes fill with anger as heavy boots clomp through the house. I reach out a hand to place it on his arm and he reels from my touch. There's a wild fire in his eyes and he growls "go" and rushes past me. Leaving me in his basement room all alone among frilly pillows. After a second I race up the stairs and fly into the kitchen, but its hard there's all this g force I'm not used to so when I trip I fall hard and fast. Landing behind a counter I struggle to get up when I hear his voice. It echos from another room and Ricochets off the white wash walls of the cupboard. I creep closer hoping to gain a inkling as to what made him angry.

"You brrrrought one to our house!" his father roars.

The dark sultry sound has lefty Draco's voice when he responds to his fathers thunder clap with a yell of him own, "I can have friends! I can have them over! Its normal!"

"Not for a man like you!" His father turns to face the door and I can see a look of horror on his face. "Did it see Cygnus?" His fathers voice shakes with anger.

"No" Draco whispers.

"And what if it had!? What would its relation would have been? Do you honestly think that bringing another one to our home does any good...." he is still yelling but he spits his next words seething and flying like bullets across the room in to his motionless son. "How many will be hurt for you boy? How many lives do you claim for a bit of company?" My mouth drops open. Is Draco a killer? What or who is Cygnus? Draco looks sad as he turns to face his father but catches sight of me in the door. Swiftly he speeds to the door and throws it open, this bowls me backward and with a yelp I hit the other wall. He scoops me up and I'm frozen with fear. Yelling some profanity Draco smashes out of the kitchen and drags me into his car. He swings into the other side and holds the steering wheel tightly. Clenching and unclenching the console until he hits the speed button.

"How much did you hearrrr?" he asks his voice no more than a scared whisper.

"Nothing just umm I was uh" I Scrabble "I was just looking for my other shoe" I Finnish lamely. But considering the fact that I have only one shoe on he takes this ask truth and sinks into his chair. Them jumps up. "Vait Vhat did you leaf at my houssssssssse?" His eyes wide. "My shoe, but I can get it anoth..." There may not be another time.

Cursing he hits the button to speed up. It takes 2 minutes to get to my housing unit. I jump out and he speeds away into the darkness, leaving me fumbling for my password a croak comes when Gladis (the house bot) asks.

The death of beauty

By Fleur De'La fay
She stands a silhouette under the canopy of leafy green trees, tears stain her face and the stark white fabric of her wrap top and the swirling white of her skirt soiled with mud and moss. Bits of bark grasp her elaborately strung up dark hair. She runs blindly, stepping in and out of the honey dappled sun rays that reach down to stroke the forest floor. The ornate jewelry still hanging off her slim frame. She throws her self to the brambles and thorns that threaten to tear her silken skin the shreds. Eyes welling with tears she howls her lamentation to the trees. Desperate to get away from the truth. But away was closer than she thought. With the intent to weep with her friend willow Aphrodite wills the energy into her body, drags herself up. With a soft swishing noise the beautiful golden arrow, one of 12 made by Hephaestus him self, screams toward her pale slender neck. Dazzling and shining in dieing rays of sun it hits its mark and sends the young goddess reeling back. Her arms pin wheeling desperately she stumbles and is pinned to the ebony white tree. The blood pools slowly and crimson droplets slip down her collar and spill onto her uniform.
"Give me your immortality to me!" Medusa screams as she approaches the tree where she’s pinned the Aphrodite with the golden arrow. The girl smiles sickly, sweet and raise’s her fingers to tear the bloody arrow out of her neck. Slowly she licks the blood off its gleaming shaft.
"I think it’s been 12 times that you've shot me with this arrow now." The girl murmurs, the scarlet fluid clinging to her lips. Blossoming like wild roses the blood leaks from her neck.
“You will never be beautiful again, nor will you ever be with your sisters! Whatever master you serve I spit on, but I can’t say I don’t welcome the escape, the innocence of childhood I will embrace with open arms.” She rasps.
Medusa watches silently, disappointed.
“I could have set you in the sky to blaze forever. Where your brilliance would shine forever, no such immortality would snuff you then, but instead you choose to live this lie, this fallacy that you are loved. You’re fading Aphrodite, soon your name will be nothing not even a foreign word in a dusty text book.”
“Your wrong” Aphrodite hisses.
“No, no I’m not.” Medusa angry and dejected screams.

A whip creaks and Medusa screams.
“No, no master, I meant not to kill her!”
“You wasted an opportunity to manipulate the girl!” The raspy sandpaper voice crackles and groans like old rusty hinges.
“You will not disobey me again….”

No emotion is safe

No emotion is safe
A short story by Fleur De'La Fay

I wasn't sure at first but I often doubt myself. Its how I am, how I was trained. But I was right, I'm always right I should have know. There standing on the street corner opposite me, H.. I mean the thing no longer him nor her just a dirty animal. A blemish on the face of our society. A unclean stained... feeling, thing. The fool, did it really think I wouldn't find it? Well peek a boo baby I see you. I unholster the gun. Nobody around me even flinches. They know, they know I must eliminate the hazardous wast that will cloud their minds with thoughts and emotions. Take away their perfect life. So they don't even stop. Not even it. I think it may not have seen the gun yet, but i see it so that's all that matters. It may have been the hesitation in its step or the look in its eyes. Whatever its mine. But pulling a trigger will get me no were on the slippery ladder of promotion. So I'll use it. The vile thing will be a new project. I call it in and my crafty plan is approved. That's what I'm trained for. And so it begins, project civil civilian.





Marella

I turn the corner. The standard black brief case clutched tightly in my sweaty palms. As the after work crowd rushes home anxious to be home before curfew I dawdle. I'm not so anxious to be home. But I can't let the unfeeling mask slip. I can't let it give me away, I can't let it give my life away. I sprint home, the dreary, dull sky and the lackadaisical buildings pushing in towering over me threatening to swallow me whole. I make it home. If you can call it home. A white picket fence and cookie cutter home. Technicolor and overly sweet. Sickening sweet. The bitter taste of bile floods my mouth stinging and choking me but I force it back. Not today, go watch TV or put on some patriotic muzak, anything to discourage the feeling pressing in from every side. I sink, silently, slowly into my EZ chair, to a wait the bells.





Tanner

My feet burning up the pavement fly me home. Just like the golden sandals of Hermes my standard back work shoes sprout wings and speed me home. Just before my gate I slow, remembering the cat-dog thing that glares at me with cold unfeeling eyes. My heart beat speeds and a chill runs down my spine. But I'm a shoe in for a promotion with this new project so I ignore the cat-dog beast. I'm tempted to jeer, inform it that's its neither a cat or dog. But I leave it watching me watch it watching me. I swing open the gate on my white picket fence, so pristine and so clean.





Marrella

Something calls me out of my chair. Something inside pulls me up the stairs, threw the living room and into the kitchen. I stand vigil there beside my window. Mourning the day, mourning the suns fading rays. And if I don't move soon some one will be mourning me. But I can't. Some one has come and riveted my feet in place. They've locked my eyes and my soul onto the sun. The grass. The sky. I yearn to go lay in the emerald Grass dappled with honeyed light, soak up some of those preaches golden rays. I know its after curfew but still. I long to watch as the sun paints the dead sky vibrant co0lours even if it will all wash way into black. A black that cuts into you like a knife and chills you to the bone.



Tanner

Later as I am finishing yet another super pf lumpy mash potatoes and cold eggs. I glance around. My home is clean. Everything tidy. I guess its rather a funny thing to do look over your shoulder in your own home but I still feel watched. Automatically I roam restlessly around my house. Its my way to burn my extra evening energy. I'd like to go out and stretch my legs but curfews in place. Passing my office room I feel the urge to sit at my desk. Pulling out a clean parchment I touch my pen to the white surface. Swiftly, silently I spread ink all over the page. It stains the surface and taints the pure white sheet. Words cramped and small leap out of my pen. Riding the wild river my pen becomes as Sharpe as a knife. The blue ocean of ink infecting the page like a deadly virus until no more word will come. The well is dried up and dead. I'm dead or I will be. The emotion the feeling pouring out of me is strange and awkward. A new found friend. But I have to take its life before it takes mine.

"Sorry dear friend" I say to my lovely words as the dancing flames consume them.

"But please you will visit again right?"

Chapter 1 fate on track

Looking for black rose's
Fate on track
by Fleur De'La Fay


Hope, hope everywhere
Lighting the world like a candle
only too be found amid the carnage of war.
And only among these ruins the pieces of a rage filled people emerges as a prayer in the black night.
To be sewn together by the tiny hands of heroes.

On a dark and stormy night a small girl knocks on the church door. The father opened the door and lets her in.
Father: a child… come in
He leads her down a well furnished hall and into a fire side room.
Father: you can sit here until your room is ready. Would you like something to eat?
Anica: no thank you father
Father: very well
They wait for a bit and Anica looks around board
Bantum enters: the room is ready father
Father: Bantum please take her too her room and see to any needs she may have.
Bantum: yes father
They leave
Bantum: so…. why are you here?
Anica: none of your business hobbit
Bantum: I was just asking……
Anica: well don’t
Bantum is quiet for a bit
Anica: so pretty snazzy place you got here
Bantum: The monks have friends in high places, well here's your room, good night *cheesy smile*

A small train station, Lydia and Gwen stand on the platform talking and Giggling.
Lydia’s dad: ready to go Lydia, Gwen?
Lydia: yes papa
Lydia's dad: Gwen, you have been like a daughter to me. I was so glad when your father asked me to take care of you.
Every one's crying
Lydia’s dad takes the girls into his arms: It’ll be quite with out you girls around
Lydia: who will do your cooking papa?
Gwen: and your laundry?
Lydia’s father: It will be a long time until I see you again. And I want you know how much I love you both. I’m so proud that you are going to Iiverrts! Just think no more war sirens! *he kisses the top of their heads*
Conductor: All aboard!
The children get on the train blowing kisses
Lydia: well this should be interesting.
Gwen: What if I don’t get high enough grades?
Lydia: Gwen you’re the smartest person I know!
Gwen: I must work hard and study every night!
Lydia: Gwen, you have to take time for fun!
Gwen: I will
Lydia: Gwen?
Gwen: yes?
Lydia thought bubble- I wonder why she’s so obsessed with being the best
Lydia: I just wanted to…. Never mind
Gwen: well I hope you brought a good book?
Lydia: no, why?
Gwen: it’s a 9 hour train ride
Lydia’s mouth hangs open

In the dead of the night Anica gets up and starts stealing things from the church. She's so busy she doesn’t notice Bantum who sneaks up beside her.
Bantum: couldn’t sleep?
Anica jumps: oh he didn’t see you there.
Bantum: so you’re a thief?
Anica: you gunna tell on me?
Bantum: not if you put every thing back and confess your sins!
Anica: Will that help feed my starving family? Will that make this god forsaken war stop!?
Bantum: well…
Anica: when god decides to listen then, and only then I will prey until; then I’m gunna find food whatever way I can.
Bantum: You leave me no choice!
Anica throws her bag of stuff at him and hurls a candle stick at him. They make a loud clattering noise and the door bursts open. Anica has disappeared and Bantum stands alone with the bang and candle stick.

Bantum: its not how it looks father!
Father I took you in because your wrench of a mother begged me to and you repay my kindness like this! All these years I’ve been nothing but kind!
Bantum mumbles: nothing, you’ve done nothing for me!
Father: why should I your parents where traitors! They where magicians carrying out the work of the devil.
Bantum: Leave my parents out of this!
Father: I knew you where contaminated with their evil! I tried to save you but you were born evil so evil you will be! *he goes over to Bantum and grabs him by the hair and drags him away. Bantum looks into the shadows where Anica is, she winces.*

The sun is rising as Gwen peers out the window, Lydia lies opposite her sleeping on Gwen's math book Gwen pulls out her journal and starts writing.

Bantum sits in a cell listening to the preacher
Father: Who among us will be saved?! Come my brothers and Sisters eat the holey bread! Drink the holey wine!

September 1 Sunday
I think the thing I miss most about home is church. Sounds wired right? Well… I do miss it because out here, on my own I hardly have time to believe. Which is defiantly the most important thing. Weather you believe in god, gods or human kind faith and hope are the foundations which lives are built.

A sunny train station, Kalim and Erika along with a few hundred other people stand waiting for a train.
Old man: who do we have here? A few runaways?
Kalim : non of your business old man!
Old man: Off to get married? Ah I remember young love! So free and jovial
Kalim : shut up! I’m not her boyfriend!
Old man: well then why do you have this strapping young lady with you?
Kalim : She's not mine! *clutches tight to a book*
Erika: I’m Erika, Kalim my brother is escorting me to my finishing school in the east, then heading to join up. *gives Kalim a sour look*
Old man smiles: yes it very dangerous for women to travel alone now a days
Erika thought bubble- what century does he live in?
Erika: yes it is. Especially close to the borders of Maait where my school is.
Kalim wanders away to check train times.
Old man: I’d watch that brother of yours if I were you.
Erika: I will sir
Old man: quiet a tongue on that kid.
On the train Erika slaps Kalim : God what’s your problem!
Kalim : He could have bee a spy.
Erika: he was a 60 year old man!
Kalim : Your point….?
Erika: he was being civil which is more than I can say for you!
Kalim : shut up
Erika: What’s your problem!
Kalim : nothing

In the dead of the night Anica gets up and makes her way to the chapel she picks up the gold candle stick and thoughts of Bantum swim in her mind.
Why didn’t he say it was me?
Why did he give himself up like that?
Does he think he's some kind of saint or something?!
Mutters: This can’t be good for my reputation.
She turns and walks quickly into the jail. Rummaging in her bag she wakes Bantum up.
Bantum: oh look the thief is back, come to steal something else?
Anica: I’m not the one behind bars.
Bantum: shut up
Anica rummages in her bag again and pulls out a fan she holds it to the bars as if measuring.
Bantum: what are you doing?
Anica: busting you out, now stand back!
Bantum: What?
She swings and cuts the bars and pulls them back.
Anica turns to leave checking a pocket watch.

Anica opens the window and drops down gently Bantum looking confused follows suit except he lands in a big snow bank.
Anica snickers: nice…
Bantum: shut up, *she puts a hand over his mouth. And duck into a alley. They run deep into the woods until they find a rail road track. A train rush’s past*
Bantum : What are we doing!??
Anica: I had to pick the @#$%ing coldest night to do this!
Bantum : I can’t feel my eye brows!
Anica: Idiot *throws a pair of mittens at him and he catches them*
Bantum : So where are we going?
Anica: We? No where. Me? Mait boarding school
Bantum but where am I going to go!?
Anica: away…fine I guess you can come with me but you can’t be bothersome.
Bantum: Kay
Anica: shhhh, I think… that’s it!
A train rush’s past and blinding white snow swirls around them. They run and Bantum grabs hold of a rail. Anica throws him the luggage and he stows it beside him on the platform. She runs toward him but trips she reaches out to him in the snow.
Daren : Anicahhhhhhhhhhhhh
The last panel in the sequence is the palm of Bantums hand reaching out to Anica

Erika: Why do I always have to be the nice one?
Kalim : Because I’m bitter and I hate being perky and nice.
Erika: he was just asking questions!
Kalim rolls his eyes: yeah, spy’s ask questions all the time
Erika: your impossible
The old man enters the compartment

Anica opens the window and drops down gently Bantum looking confused follows suit except he lands in a big snow bank.
Anica snickers: nice…
Bantum: shut up, *she puts a hand over his mouth. And duck into a alley. They run deep into the woods until they find a rail road track. A train rush’s past*
Bantum : What are we doing!??
Anica: I had to pick the @#$%ing coldest night to do this!
Daren : I can’t feel my eye brows!
Anica: Idiot *throws a pair of mittens at him and he catches them*
Daren : So where are we going?
Anica: We? No where. Me? Mait boarding school
Bantum but where am I going to go!?
Anica: away…fine I guess you can come with me but you can’t be bothersome.
Bantum: Kay
Anica: shhhh, I think… that’s it!
A train rush’s past and blinding white snow swirls around them. They run and Bantum grabs hold of a rail. Anica throws him the luggage and he stows it beside him on the platform. She runs toward him but trips she reaches out to him in the snow.
Daren : Anicahhhhhhhhhhhhh
The last panel in the sequence is the palm of Bantums hand reaching out to Anica

Erika: Why do I always have to be the nice one?
Kalim : Because I’m bitter and I hate being perky and nice.
Erika: he was just asking questions!
Kalim rolls his eyes: yeah, spy’s ask questions all the time
Erika: your impossible
The old man enters the compartment

Lydia sleeps and Gwen looks out the window to the same forest that is the back drop to the last scene (Anica + Bantum) there is snow and more snow passing the window. Gwen starts a book of sudokus. She casts it aside board and starts walking around the cramped room. She looks at the sky and then at Lydia.Gwen: where do you come from Lydia? I’m sure your not human!

The woods Anica picks her self up after falling in the snow and the train races on threw the angry white storm.
Anica: Dam it
she starts running away from the train.
Threw the forest she sprints over a little wooden bridge and across a frozen over pond.
Anica: god I hope this pond is… *it cracks* great…
She runs and comes to a cliff the ground shakes she lands on top of the train. Walking over the top she has to fight to stand up and walk forward because of the wind. She finds a sky light and peers into see Bantum asleep.
Anica: Aw he didn’t stay awake to help me the little…..
The sky light comes open and she drops down waking Bantum up. He starts
Bantum : I’m sorry Ani! I was just so tired and worried
Anica: this is why I always have a back up plan.
Bantum : uh hu
Anica: go back to sleep we did good
Bantum : I knew you’d make it.
*he falls asleep and she pulls out a golden candle stick*
Anica: he will kill me if he know I still have this….

Man: I’m not interrupting a siblings quarrel am I?
Erika: No not at all
Man: all the other compartments are full.
Kalim : Oh great. *Erika gives him a dirty look*
Man: Hey I’ve seen that book!
Kalim clutches it tighter
Man: That’s a, a *whispers* sage book.
Kalim : It’s my grandmothers cook book see *opens it and its full of recipes*
Man: I never knew a boy who liked to cook
Erika's thought bubble- It’s not the bronze age!
Man eyes Kalim up: Its not a cook book!
Kalim: yeah it is!
Man: no… you must be a sagen! Magic is illegal! I’ll call the military! But Sages' never travel together….you *he looks at Erika* ……..
Man: that book is a possession of the devil! Your just pawns in the game of sin! Your dammed to hell! *Erica blocks the door.*
Kalim: I’m already in hell. *pain flashes in his eyes candles, fire and lightning illuminates the black iris of his eyes*
Last panel in this sequence is the barrel of Erika's gun

Lydia sleeps but Gwen jumps when a shot is heard and stands by the door looking ready to fight. Lydia still snores away.

*a loud shot is heard and Bantum wakes*
Anica gets up and runs over to the door. It is banged open and a tall woman in a military uniform stands leading a tall brown haired girl and a pale black haired guy.
Woman: Until we stop and drop off more passengers you’ll have to share a cabin. Well I could ask these two to leave. *she eyes up Anica and Daren * I guess it’ll have to do Ca…
Erika interrupts: Naw they where here first. We can stay here if its ok with them?
Anica nods. The woman leaves. Anica and Bantum clear their things off the bench opposite them. Erika and Kalim sit down.
Bantum looks scared. Anica grabs Kalim 's cheek and leans over examining his face: so what’s your Name kid?
*Kalim slaps her hand away… And a twitch forms on his head.*
Kalim: don’t touch me!
Anica: sooorry
Erika: oh don’t mind Kalim… he is just a little grumpy
Anica: oh ummm I’m Anica by the way
Erika: I’m Erika and of course you've had the…. Well you’ve already met Mr. grumpy pants
Bantum snickers: grumpy pants?
Kalim who is sitting beside Erika reaches over and slaps him on the side of his head: there's nothing wrong with my pants
Erika: except their ugly…
*Anica Erika and Bantum laugh as Kalim turns away and pulls a rubix cube out of his pocket and twists it around.*

Anica looks at Erica: Okay…. Care to explain?
The seen goes the man standing with his gun pointed at Erica
Erica: long story short this guy accused me and Kalim here of being spy’s.
Man I know who you are! Your that flame child and he’s your sage master!
Kalim: Let her go. She may be a pain in the ass but she’s my last tie to our village And I’ll be dammed if
I lose her!
Man *spins around*: You speak of damnation!? You who’s life revolves around the demon witchcraft of
magic. Your headed for hell. * Kalim reaches out and lowers the gun with his hand. With a pained
look in his eyes*
Kalim : I’m ready in hell.
Erika: he threatened to kill us and almost did. But when he shot at us the curtain burst into flames and the hole compartment caught fire.
*Man breaks him eye contact and fires a bullet into the wall above Kalim’s head. The curtains light on
fire. Erika screams. She opens the door and screams for the army on the train*
Anica: that sounds scary.
Erika thought bubble- I hate lying all the time.
Bantum: hey why did that lady almost kick us out just so you would be happy?
* Kalim looks up from his rubix cube*
Kalim : There’s money in my family. The cabin we where in was first class. The lady didn’t want us to sue for a tramitization or losing our comfy room.
Anica: Wow, so your like rich?
Erika: umm no it’s Kalim who has the money but I manage his money. Basically I’m his banker
Bantum : cool *leans toward Kalim *
Kalim: I’ll never let you mooch off me you idiot!
Erika: we're really sorry to storm in on you guys…. Hey how bout Kalim buys us all hot cocoa’s?
Anica: fine by me
Kalim mutters: yeah if its my money how come she always spends it?

Everyone has cocoa and there in no more snow out side but it rains steadily Erika now sits beside Anica and Kalim sits with Bantum.
Anica: I just about forgot this is Bantum.
Bantum : You forgot me? *pouty face* that’s not nice!!!!!
Erika: so where are you guys going?
Anica: Iiverrts high… I’m not sure where it is but I know its gotta be warmer than where we come from.
Erika: Iiverrts! Us too! This is great!
Kalim : God will you guy stop talking!
Erika: Kalim, what’s your problem now?
Kalim : I’m board and Bantum here wont stop pestering me with questions!
Erika: Kalim, if, your, that, friggen, board. GO BUY ME THINGS!
Kalim : I’m not that board yet!
Erika: Then shut up. *to Anica* this is one of the days he’s being nice.
Anica: Oh
*Anica pulls a pad of paper from her bag and starts sketching as Erika makes conversation*

Lydia and Gwen’s compartment Lydia is snoring on the floor. Little bits of sandwich wrapper an candy wrapper's lay beside her. Gwen stares out the window.
Gwen: If only you where here father. If only you didn’t go to war, if only mother hadn’t left us, if only she loved us enough father
If only…*Lydia wakes*
Lydia: are we there yet?
Gwen pick’s up her book: no
Lydia: how about now?
Gwen: *twitch* no
Lydia: How about …
Gwen: no, no, no
Lydia: I was just going to say I think we’re here
Gwen: we are not there yet got it!
Conductor opens the door: Iiverrts?
Gwen sighs: I guess we’re here.
Lydia: yipeeeeeeeee

Inside the gates, there are kids all over
Military leader: the lodging list is posted out side of every area.
Anica: I hope we’re all in the same room.
Erika: me too! If not we’ll find you later.
Bantum : deal! *they part and Erica wanders over to find Kalim. Bantum, and Anica wander away*
Anica thought bubble- I wonder who those too are. She seems so nice yet there's something missing.
Lydia: Ahhh my foot fell asleep on the train. It hurts! Gwen! It hurts!
*Anica turns and see’s a boy with short cut brown hair and the same eyes as her. She runs to
him*
Anica: Jason! *she hugs him*
Jason: Who the hell are you wentch!
Anica: Its me Anica! ..... Jason?
Jason: I don’t care how you know my name, just get away from me!
Anica starts to cry
Jason: don’t cry it makes you look ugly!
Anica: you really don’t remember me?
*seen flashes back to Anica, her family and Jason in a airport
Jason: I love you Anica
Anica hugs him
Anica: do you have to leave?
Jason: yes
Anica: I love you too!
Jason: See yah kiddo

Anica: I’m sorry I thought you were some
one else.
Jason: Well don’t make that mistake again.
Anica: yes sir
*she wanders off to find her lodgings.
Lydia: Its sure been a boring day.
Gwen: We are lucky to be in the same room
Lydia: Look, we can see the boys dorm from here *she waves*
Gwen screeches: mouse!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *jumps on bed She screams more and Bantum jumps threw the window to see what’s wrong*
Bantum : what’s wrong? I heard a fair maiden scream
Lydia: She just saw a little…
Bantum : m-m-mouse!!!!
Bantum : Ahhhhhhhhhh *jumps on top of the bed with Gwen, Lydia grabs it by the tail Bantum and Gwen faint. Lydia drops it and picks it up again Bantum and Gwen jump back on the bed*
Lydia: Your so cute!
Gwen: Ewwwww, Lydia that’s discusting!
Lydia makes kissy lips: I’m gunna call you…..
Bantum: ewwwww ew ew ew
Lydia: Edger!
*a butterfly passes in front of the window*
Lydia: OMG wait I love you Mr. butterfly!* She throws the mouse and it goes slow mo down Bantum’s shirt. He dances around and Gwen follows him*
Bantum : eeeeeek get it out, get it out! *Lydia runs around the room trying to catch the butterfly, Anica bangs the door open.*
Anica: what is going on here!
Gwen: That guy go a mouse down his shirt! Ehhhhhhhhhhhk
Anica: Bantum!!!!!
Bantum: Get it out whaaaaaaa! *he jumps and the mouse goes flying*
Lydia: reaches out and the mouse lands in her hand. *she sits and strokes it, Bantum sits with Gwen rocking back and forth, Anica stands in the door doubled over laughing*

*Erika checks over her shoulder and starts walking to a building with the name wardens office on it she push’s open the door and walks inside she faces the back of a chair*
Mans voice: get out of my office!
Erika: first you say to report emidetly to you now your saying you want me to leave?
Mans voice: Oh its you, captain Erica. Have you found the fire child and his demented
creator sage?
Erika: no I was given 1 years leave so I could pursue my studies.
Man: Oh yes I forget sometimes that you are only 16.
Erika: um sir?
Man: yes?
Erika: I’m 14
Man: right well be off with you
Erika: yes sir
Man: of before you leave try to remember to stop in and see Sara.
Erika: who is Sara?
Man: my daughter she’s about your age now I think she gets lonely.
Erika: Why? There are plenty of children out here.
Man: you’d be surprised they don’t stay long
Erika: wh… *she is interrupted by a knock on the door a tall man strides in and Erika
slinks away*
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Kay so this is a manga script and the artist just hasn't finnised well started but I though you might like to read the script.

Pearls cure

A week has passed and I haven't skipped school once. It's like some sort of record. I have taught Dracco how to drift threw space, well sort of. He's getting it. At least hes stop hiting his head on the door frames.“Pearrrl?” I love the way my voice sounds said by him. “Would you be of interesting to come over to myahhh housssse”I can only nod. I mean I’ve only known this miracle of science for a week yet we’ve been strangely close. We sit together in every class, and since the appearance of Draco, Arion hasn’t showed his face once.He brings me to a quaint little homing station. "Mama should be home any time soon." He says and leads me to the basement, it’s totally black down there and I stop waiting for him to turn on the lights. Instead he takes my hand and we drift into a black room which I guess is his. We sit down in front of a large holo-grammer but leave it off. "Pearrrl." he says rolling the R's in my name. "I, Can I.....?" He pauses and becomes quieter. I move closer and close my eyes automatically.
He reaches out and grabs my shoulders. Pulling me into his embrace he kisses’ me. Hard at first then he lessens the pressure and kiss's me softly. My senses explode and I feel frozen. My dark social hating core twists and screams as it drops below sub-zero. I’m infected with a chill that pierces my soul's pull apart and there is silence. "Pearl I am being so embarrassed! I-I-" He stutters. "I am so s-s-orr," he looks deep into my eyes and I see a world beyond mine, the frantic cold front raoring threw me. I silence him the only way I know how. I kiss him. A raging sensation of desire ripples threw me. But desire for what? I'm not hungery for the tast of his lips but only the warmth thier not providing. A gaping hole that can only be filled by him, rips open inside me and my emotions spill like blood but freeze half way down.Yet behind the veil of dark hair and beyond his icy eyes I can tell he thirsts for me.This time when we pull apart there is canyon of silence spanning between us. But there’s a bridge suspended near by.

Pearls cure

"Do you mind eff I ave a seat?" It's the male voice again. Deep and rich in texture, I nod. He sits across from me. He has dark olive toned skin and black hair. It’s so dark it sucks up light. His features are sharp and handsome. I almost drool. I’m sure hes new but I’m not one to actually attend class so maybe he sits beside me. He smiles flashing brilliant white teeth. No, I would sure as stars reme,ber something that, gorgeous. "I am new in this school and this drrrifting worrrld of yourrr's." I notice he has rolled his R's. I’m so taken with his amazing voice I don’t even correct the mistake hes made. It’s not my world. I’m not a space brat. "What classssss are you in?" He asks. "Mrs. Gemini's," I answer almost a whisper, afraid that this amzing creature will disappear if I talk to loud. "Oh me too!" He sounds pleased. "Maybe you could be showing me how to." He gesture around. I feel bad for him already. He thinks I could show him around. Ha like I’m ever here long enough to know where I’m going. On the other hand he doesn’t know I’m a complete loser and maybe making a friend would be a good idea. But is it fair to compromise this kid’s social statue for my well being…. Yeah I’d say its okay, look out Luna Lunar high here comes the new loser! I smile and he takes it as a good sign. I nod. "Oh thank you!" He leans over and kiss's my cheek, his lips are soft and warm but it surprises me so I jump back. Funny enough His lips where cold on my cheek, like he had licked dry ice then eaten a popsicle. A shiver of electricity runs up my spine but I push it back, ruining this friendship with a crush could b e deadly. "I'm being so s-s-orrry!" He stutters. "Where I was born it is a showing of thanks your’s." I like this guy more and more and silently curse myself for jumping back. "Its ok." I'm surprised my normally shy voice has been lured out of its hiding spot. He tells me his name is Draco. We talk for an hour about things that interest us. He likes horror books and hates the way garlic leaves your breath smelling terrible. I tell him things that I never bothered to tell my aunt I like horror books too, I live with my aunt and I hate glorp log. Okay who am I kidding I hate horror but I can do it if its for him. I toss my long Black hair back and lead him too our first class.

Pearls cure

"Please stand for the singing of our national anthem." Head Gal Lacerta calls to us above the din of the assembly hall. "Nice of you to join us Pearl," Mr. Gurs my planetary arts teacher hisses in my ear. I just nod, I’ve not exactly one of those grade A+ students, or when I’m here at least. We sorta have a feeling of mutual hate. We have all see them, the bodies the dead "technological pioneers." So it isn't a shock when Head Gal Lacerta starts the slid show. Before our eyes the bloody, bloated and beaten body’s of the 40 men and women flash before us. As they flip past a slight tremor of recognition flits in the back of my mind. Once upon a time, when I actually made contact with human life other than my aunt I had friends who swore that the 10th man has my black hole hair and my small peaked nose. Of course they also swore that Peter pan was an important figure in earthen history which we all know is not true because he was just another politician, prime minister thing, but I think they could be onto something with the tenth man. I do look like him. Or maybe because I’ve never met my father I’m trying to make him some fallen hero or something. “They died trying to save humanity.” The head Gal drones on breaking into my train of thoughts. Her raspy voice a obnoxious awakening from my dreams of a famous father. Of course no one ever mentions that they never knew that they could die. They where never told that they where the lab rats of the government. I add silently trying to imagine Head Gal admitting the government screwed up, which knowing that little government lover would never happen. Head Gal didn’t get to be head because she loved education or moody teens, no she’s here so she can slam government propaganda down our throats every opportunity she gets. Posters line the dim hallways all bearing one message, “the government is right!” Since I'm already in this black hole of boredom they call school I might as well stay, well if I could I would go home but we aren’t allowed to go home for lunch. They lock the doors, with bars. That’s how many kids cut school. That’s how boring it is. Pathetic I know. I sit by my self in the first observation room which is used for studying star trails. It’s cramped, drab and thought by the public school body to be infested by Hacker rats. Tiny four legged machines that have gone haywire, and have microphones and cameras installed into them that show what we are doing to the teachers who all report to the government. But it’s not infected with rats, my one and only friend Arion stumbled in here one day to discover it was only a rumor that some exclusive clue started along time ago. When he told me I tried to find what the club was called or who the members where but there was nothing in the year books so I just gave up and now its our own personal hideout, no one comes here but us, and he’s not even here often. Arion is the son of the government. No I don’t mean that he’s an orphan but being a orphan he could at least pretended his parents cared about him, sadly his mother and father are the government. His Mother is a respected scientist who has some important job “working for the better of the galaxy.” And his father is a member of the star board which is like the government on earth only 100 times stricter. His dad and his goons set the curfew, enforced the tax law and banned usage of transmitters. Let me just say now, Arion is a great guy but his father isn’t a very popular man. Most people are in the fifth observe room, it’s newer and you can sit on actual grass imported from earth and look up at the stars. Not like their not every were though. In our little version of observe. 5 Everything is covered in green shag carpet as if to imitate grass. The walls, the floor, it’s all new carpet but since no one but me comes here they never found out that it got re-finished. Even the old glass dome was replaced. It’s just as nice as any of the other observatories but no one will ever know but me. I positively glow with that realization. I rake my hands threw the soft shag and pull my lunch from my bag, Glorp log courtesy of my aunt who can’t cook real food so she buys fake. There’s just something so wrong about putting a blue blobby substance in your mouth. I nearly choke on the science experiment gone wrong when a voice with a thick earth accent whispers in my ear. "Arrrrre you alone herre?" I jump and almost hit the polished glass dome. I just nod, so much for my alone time. Then I realize he must be here to kill me. I mean I’m not pretty so why in the galaxy would the hormone driven specie (called by the general public, male) even think about talking to me? His question repeats over in my head. Are you alone? If I’m gunna be killed no one but the janitorial staff will find my body. And that won’t be for awhile because the janitors are robots and are constantly in need of repair. Lunar high has all the money from the government but yet when there's a spill the only people to clean it up is well... you. But I guess its better the robo idiots are gone so much because everyone knows they listen in on our conversations and spy on the students. There's no privacy here. I laugh as I realize that Luna high is like a prison... or one of those old fashioned things from those earth movies... what was it? A mind wiping station! They feed us the drivel of politics in every class. Its always government this! Government that! Compared to the outer regions of space earth looks great!

Pearls cure

Pearls cure

a novle by

Fleur De'La Fay

I drift past the floating colony of planet Mars. Fiery red that was once the surface of the planet is all but blocked out. Now roads and home units crowd the swirling scarlet that can only be seen in old, forgotten school text books with names and slogans scrawled impudently across the cracked and ancient pages. Threw the polished dome that covers the arctic pole of mars, I can see some weird looking creatures called penguins. They waddle and slid carefree in their domed enclosure. Weighed down by some science word, that isn’t in my mind but instead where it should be, in those long forgotten pieces of crap they call “text books” gravy something or other. The little black and white bodies of the fantastic beasts barely skim the surface of the sparkling ground. They look cheerful to be in their own skin, so unlike me who wishes I could guild like that. As I watch the happy little animal winding and twisting I’m struck by an odd thought. One upon I time I did guild across the brilliant white ground. But what was t called? "Snow" I say the word out loud testing it on my tongue. I have vague memories of looming emerald trees and bright dancing lights during a time when “snow” littered the frozen ground. I push the thoughts angrily away. Earth, I spit the word far into outer space. I wish I could slam it into a black hole send it packing, away, away from me forever. Every disappointing thing I am comes from Earth. Every unintelligent and dense feature about me was conceived and planed there, from my mysterious curtain of glooms day black hair to my startling sea green eyes. I have another fleeting memory of men made of snow, frosty cheeked children who pack all the white they can fit in their chubby gloved hands into a ball. I remember tall dark hats and angry coal eyes watching me. Ah! I shake my head rattling my brain in my skull. I’m mixing up my unwanted memories. As I try desperately to dislodge the terrible sense of being watched by those cold unfeeling eyes I lose the star trail I was using to navigate home only to drift past Indus, the first star colony, also the governments’ biggest screw up in the history of man. I’ve never really hated the government but I think I hate them for what they did to the poor People of Indus. When the earth looked like it was gong to blow up from some kind of house gases, blue or pink or green something like that. The government developed the first space hotel. They then realized that they would need more than 50 luxurious rooms to house all of humanity so they set up the star colonies of Indus. Those 40 lab rats never did find their cheese. But they died trying. When I’m in a “mood” as my aunt calls it I find some peace coming out here. The inflated body’s never really bothered me. Tomorrow I won’t cut class I silently promise the floating graves. For tomorrow is the day we honor the sacrificial lambs of science. * * *

A little chimney sweep

A little chimney sweep

by

Fleur De'La Fay

"Please" Crys Willian Bottle, "I can clean chimneys sir." The man angry at the small boy with a dirty nose for disrupting whatever important thing a man of such statute should be doing (he couldn't exactly remember just what he was doing walking down Royal street, it was a crumbling district where orphaned chimney sweeps and little matchstick girl sold their wares. The man felt he was stopped to be doing something important. In this desperate and barren community)
"Sir" William shivering in his thread barren vest and grimy trousers coughed. "I'm a very good boy and will clean them spicnspan for a pence.
The man who was lost in his self important thought was dragged out of the vain coma of thought as he sized up the small boy. He looked no bigger than eight and probably had no parents. Just then Mr. Stelouise was struck by a odd thought, maybe the boy was why he was here in this god forsaken place. Maybe this child could do more than clean the chimney. Maybe the boy was the answer to his trouble......
You see the mans wife had be ill ever since their baby had died. And now looking down on the grubby urchin whose wide brown eyes were starved. Hungry for love. The mans thoughts then flew to his nabiours and what Mrs. Macaldy craning her serpent like neck too spy threw her heavy white satin curtains would say. When his son had died Mr. Stelouise had devoted himself to his work. After making the right impressions he had rose quickly in his banking firm. But he lived a hollow life. His wife sensitive to the empty hole inside his heart had felt it was her fault for the baby's miscarriage. She took ill as soon as she realized just how loveless their life was. The blue nursery and hand made cradle made by the Mr. himself now held dust. The box brimming with toys was a empty reminder of what could have been. The running footsteps of children that had promised the happy couple a world where phantoms of longing.
William now tried of standing in the cold trying to convince the sad looking man that burning a fire in a unclean chimney was dangerous was turning to walk away. The hunger pangs growing and slowly gnawing at the in sides of his stomach were starting to make feel dizzy. A frosty wind picked up and clawed at the tattered rags that the William Bottle wore.
The small boy fell to the earth like a soft white snowflake gentle in its descent. Mr Stelouise reached out and caught the small figure, his mind made up.
The wind now picking up clawed and riped at Mr. Stelouise's suit. Clutching the small boy in his arms he hurried as the dreary London sky changed from a lifeless gray to the pearly clouds that surrounded heaven its self. The boys body was rigid and freezing by the time Mr. Stelouise was speeding up his drive. Mrs. Machaldy and her ever craning neck greeted him at the front door. Fumbling madly with the keys Mr. Stelouise burst into him house and placed the boy by the fire side calling their maid Marie to come and tend the fire while he made tea for the poor little urchin. Marie can as soon as Mr. Stelouise opened his mouth. Marie's hair was elegantly piled on top of her head and the charcoal black dress and snow white apron she wore were in place as usual but today something was aims. It wasn't until the boy "William Bottle" (as he called himself) was awake and warm the Mr. Stelouise figured it out. Marie's smile was the missing piece. Immediately Mr. Stelouise called the young maid into the kitchen and asked,
"Marie is Ellen that bad?"
Marie nodded and looked somber. "The doctor" A tear rolled down her face "He said 'er eart et is..." Marie searched for the word in the language that Mr. Stelouise would know best.
"Broken"
Her words barley a whisper echo in the clean kitchen and inside his head. Maybe the boy, this fascinating little creature has come to late? Pushing all thoughts away he asked Marie to bath the boy and bring him to see Ellen. By the time that Marie had discovered the best way to bath a urchin is not to tell them them the ear wax monster is clogging addling their brains and just simply to pick them up kicking and screaming into the tepid water, Mr. Stelouise was sitting quietly with Ellen. Or rather the husk of Ellen. The empty shell left over from years of regret and yearning sat hair combed and shining in front of Mr. Stelouise. Sighing he sat lightly on the edge of her bed and stroked her head. A flicker of a smile flirted across her barren face but disappeared into the hollow creases of worry engraved in her eyes. They sat, a once happy couple now destroyed by the birth of their son who died in the hospital. A uncomfortable silence set in only to be interrupted by the gentle rap on the camber door. Marie entered with the clean William in tow, having finished her task she faded into the kitchen where she put on a pot of tea. She was no fool and could see that tea would be needed.
For a minuet Ellen gazed at the small boy until feeling uncomfortable in the home of the wealthy he stuttered. "I-I-I"m Sorrrry Ma'am I was just wanted to clean the chimney for a bita to eat but I guess I..." "William" Ellen cried out as if not hearing the chimney sweeps speak. In her sickly stat it took all she had to thrown off the covers and stagger over to were the trembling child stood. Protesting he shrank at her embrace. "Oh Gregor how ever did you find him!" Ellen weeping tears of joy asked. The fire in her eyes rekindled after the one encounter.
Mr. Stelouise caught off guard by his own name (having not heard it in so long) was certain his wife had finally lost it. But the wild hunger seemed to have deserted the boy as he clung to Ellen and she hugged him fiercely back. "Mother!"
Gregor bewildered started at the child who he had thought could sweep the chimneys and fill his wife's longing for a child if only for a day. It seemed incomprehensible that he could be his son.

"Gregor" Ellen calls from the hall.
"Yes dear?" Irritated at being woken from a startling dream fumbles to check to clock. "Ellen what is it?!" Stepping out into the hall he saw the situation immediately. Ellen, his life, his love is going to have their baby. As they head to the hospital Gregor is struck by a odd image. The terribly sad eyes of a boy a wife and his life in the business life. Slamming on the break he smiles. Nothing matters now not even his job because his baby son is going to be born. A smile creeps across his face as he and Ellen race threw the narrow London streets in their little car. A little car, a little house a little family but a big love.

Define "normal"

Song of a personal experience......
There she stands,
piling her books in to her locker 2-by-2
Then he walks up
Walks up in his designer shoes.
looks her once over
opens his mouth to be cruel,
says to her
"you know your not really normal"
Fire flashes in her eyes as she says to him
(chorus)
Who the hell
who the hell do you really think you are,
who, who who, the hell are you?

He steps back
looking her over once again,
calm like the air,
air before the storm blows in.
She says...
(chorus)

to judge well
can you define normal baby?
do it for me!
tell me Mr
Just what should I be!?
Are you sure your normal baby?
Please boy
Practice what you preach!!!!
So...
(chorus fade)
By Fleur De'La Fay

A envelope full of fate

A envelope full of fate
A novel By
Fleur De’La Fay

Quiz
Her piercing eyes searched my panicked expression with a demeanour of malicious intent. With only her lethal start she holds me in place, frozen in eternity and lost in space. A slow sickly sweet smile spread across her face forcing her cheeks back and revealing several rows of jagged teeth. I stare at the woman, in the dim fluorescent lights the She looked young but she smelled of old. The deep intoxicating sent of foul mould and rotting filth clung to her crow black hair, and her shapeless back dress. It stuck to the woman’s stiletto heels and spewed out of her grasping and clawing at me. She held out a caw like hand clutching a manila envelope bound with red ribbon. A shriek rose in my throat as the woman flew at me waving the envelope, I cry out in pain as the woman sunk her talon’s into my wrist. Amid the pain and high pitched cackling that sounded more like cawing I had managed to break free of the woman. Having wrenched my arm free I start running only to be jerked back into the sneering face of the bird lady. “This is your fate!” She screeched and threw the envelope at me.
The harsh shaking motion started me awake, Ray my older brother stood brooding at the end of my bed, Having just shaken me awake. “Idiot“ he roared his deep bas voice echoing off the sparse walls of my room.
“Shut the hell up! I was sleeping!” Like an angry lion he tossed a mane of fine brown hair and a deep growing noises reverberated in the back of his throat. “Some bull shit about crows and fate” he spat. If I had been attentive I might have seen the concern in his wild eyes, the recognition of the night terrors of the envelope. But I was already fast asleep.

After stepping off the crowded number 82 bus I caught my first glimpse of West Mont Height school. Of course this spectacle of grey architectural failure was soon blocked out by the anxious face of Charllotte Valeur. “Hia Char” I stifled a yawn.
“Erika! This is the most important day of our lives and yet all you can do is yawn!”
“Sorry” I grinded as I yawned again, this time opening my mouth wide to expose a neat row of teeth that had been straightened by brace’s. “long night” I said as Charllotte rolled her eyes. The tight lines of worry and anxiety where even more apparent than ever as we were jostled and shoved in the mass of students.
In the 6 years I had known Charllotte those lines hadn’t changed. Nether had all her demons been conquered. Her fears of well everything from clowns to crowds were constant as the sun. I remembered the time we first met. It was at camp, I had been climbing a tree to capture the flag and win my cabin 10 points when I fell and broken my arm. The nurse being annoying as nurses often are at camp insisted on casting my arm. This meant no fluidly fun. I was imprisoned in the craft cabana and had (literally) run in to Charllotte. On her way to the bead box Charllotte found herself colliding with a girl covered in blue paint (me). After both finding that we where blue (I had coated my self in blue insisting I had too at least look like I went swimming) we became friends. And since Charllotte was afraid of drowning in the lake she willingly made friendship bracelets with me ever day after lunch while the rest of the girls went swimming.
A buzzer sounded reminder me I was now 6 years older than I had been upon first meeting Charllotte. “That’s the first bell” Charllotte whispered excitedly and clutched my arm. “It sounds so much more sophisticated doesn’t it!” She giggled with glee dragged me across the scuffed side walk ad threw the metal doors. “Sounds like a death toll to me” I mumbled under my breath.
The halls where a complete hell. Groups of wild teens ran rampant yelling, laughing and kicking the crud out of each other. A pack of “Punks” stood screaming and crazily waved their arms around pointing and laughing. A small group of pious teens stalked past clutching crosses and praying a loud. The halls were a collection of rabid teens who stalked the corridor like animals. The sheer amount of noise rocked the lockers and ricocheted off the stone floor. Charllotte was almost in tears by the time we reached what seemed at be the entrance way to the hallway that had all our classes and lockers. Try as we might we couldn’t see over the mass of grade 8’s. It was my turn to drag Charlotte threw our halted class mates. As soon as we reached the front I wished I hadn’t brought Charlotte along. There in front of us was a hideous site to behold. Like caution tape a banner had been taped across the hall bearing the words “your next grade 8’s” in what looked to be blood. But another gruesome sight disturbed our vision. Hanging from the ceiling were dolls, maybe fifty or so all with pins and assorted sharp objects sticking out of them. Each doll’s hair had been painted black and their eyes stared vacantly at the fresh meat… us. Time froze as the devil her self stepped out of the shadows and bared her teeth at us… The whole mobs shuddered in terror at this girl crazy antics. She came right up to the barrier that separated the entrance, the banner. She acted like a wild beast prowling the other side of the obese banner and howled at the students. I screamed and shuttered with my class mates but when the girl with her greasy blond hair and dirty fingernails grabbed Charllottes arm and raised it too her mouth to bite I had, had enough. The fury inside me had been suppressed for to long and like a pop bottle after being shaken and the cap discarded my anger spilled out. In my rage I snatched the banner off the lockers and shredded it. As soon as the barrier came down the class froze. Like they had seen medusa they turned to stone. The girl in all her vulgar actions strode right up to me and hissed “This is fate baby, you wanna live in this school? You follow our rules. It’s a cannibalistic world out there and mommy ain’t gunna hold your hand any more!” With those last words she departed. As soon as she was out of sight a mad roar filled my ears, the stone statues had regained life and where scrambling to swat their way threw the hanging dolls and into their classes. **************************************************************

The number 2 pencil felt heavy in my sweaty palm. In the faint auditorium lights I picked at the threads of my sweater. Beside me Charllotte scrawls her big looping writing in the columns and checks off multiple choice. Here fate is decided, these questions will decided who you are. Yet why couldn’t I finish just one?

The tailor story

His fingers stiff from the bitter cold shake and tremble, a softly creased letter with flowing script is clutched tightly in his hand. The blue light of the moon shining threw Oliver the tailors window casts a frosty almost magical tinge on his cheeks. A gold locket is tucked safely in his Brest pocket. He sleeps in a large emerald green clothed chair, pulled close to the dyeing embers of the once lively fire.The fire crackled and the rough wind like the breath of old man winter himself moans threw his rafters. Wisps of lifeless smoke wind around the furniture and linger like secret lovers after their first kiss, soon to fade deep into the night but not yet ready to face the disapproving eyes of family. Outside heavy, white snowflakes fall gently from the inky black sky. Which is why when Oliver was roughly shaken from his peaceful slumber he didn't notice the cloudy grey feathers dancing softly on the wind. As he jumps out of his chair a small, black and white picture falls to the floor only to be snatched by a passing wind and blown in to the greedy fire."Jane!" He cries and plunges his hand into the fire. The edges are burnt but the picture is unharmed. A smiling woman sits regarding the camera with a some what mischievous look hidden behind her black eyes. Soft curls frame her smooth, pale face. A loving, gold locket hangs at her throat. Her smile is innocent and playful. The letter, locket and photo are all he has left of this gem of a women. Her time on earth barely a grain in the sands of time. Oliver settles back into his chair by the fire haunted with memories of his Jane. Young lovers they where but the gnarled and twisted hands of death reached out and tore her from Oliver's love struck grasp. All that is left of the young, promising man of 20 is a broken shell. His heart once so full of love is now an empty bottle broken and smashed on the rough waves of an unforgiving life. Oliver drifts back into the land of dreams.The pearly Grey feathers continue to drift down to the earth. Oliver wakes again to find delicate grey feathers dancing around his shop. He reaches out to touch one but it floats away from his frigid, blue fingers. He feels a pair of hazel eyes gazing at him from behind following his movements with wide eyed intensity. Slowly he turns to face someone who is only a memory to him.There amidst the swirling feathers stands a woman, Her hair in loose curls shines in the pale moonlight. Her lips, red and glossy like the forbidden apple of Eden. Her skin is luminescent like the full moon and gives off an unearthly glow that’s startlingly beautiful. She wears a white gown that seems to be made of the delicately spun gossamer of every child's wishes. Even in the cold her shoulders are bare and moon kissed. She moves toward him with long sweeping moments that make the cloth rustle and whisper as she skims barely touching the surface of the earth. He reaches out and touches her shoulder. "Jane" He whispers. She takes him in her arms and softly kisses him. Her embrace is freezing yet he can't let her go. Just then he notices the crimson blood spilling out over her shoulder and down the back of her dress. Lie a waterfall of crimson water. Looking in to her eyes he sees she's weak, a fallen angel. Graceful she falls to the earth and he catchers her. Laying her on a bed of his best fabric she seems frail and small, not the woman he fell in love with. Just a shell, even living in two different worlds Jane and Oliver are in sync. Two souls ripped out and left to bleed in a place that can’t be touched. Carefully he gathers the fallen feathers and places them beside her. He could make her wings! He couldn't save her from the suffocating reality of death but maybe he can give her wings to find the peace which has drifted where she can only go with wings. The long rips in the flesh of her back show him she once had wings but he can only guess what happened to them. But what can Oliver use as thread? The moon shines threw his gingerbread glazed windows and he rushes over to it. He winds the moonbeams until the spool sparkles and glistens like fresh dew. Quickly he crafts the feathers together until they form 2 huge white wings. Slowly as if he is afraid he will break her if he is too loud he takes her in his arms and makes a stitch in the skin. Her wide searching eyes fly open and she screams. Withering and shaking in his arms she cries. Her screams are silent but reach down into what soul he has left and drags sharpened claws over it tearing it into smaller pieces. Pain shoots threw his body as he makes another stitch. Another silver stitch another soul tearing screech, and another and another. One wing is on but he has to stop, her pain is so intense it rips the hard mask of hate he constructed so he wouldn’t have to deal with the pain he had for years.
"Let go of me" She reaches out to him. "Set me free and let me be just a memory, soon we will be together" But he can't let her go. "Take me with you" he begs. But she shakes her head sadly.
"I will go instead of you then." He pleads.
"No I need you here." Not a sound has escaped their lips yet they talk. One tortured soul to another.
He finishes the silver stitches and kisses her one last time.
"Oliver, Please darling," she smiles.
Jane stands in front of him extending a hand, she wears a white, gold and silver dress. He takes her hand and they walk into the moon light together.
By Fleur De’La Fay