Splush
04-05-2006, 09:29 AM
Today we were taking a state test and we had to write a story for an alarm clock. I liked the story I wrote so I wrote it down and I decided to share it with you guys.
It's a short story and possibly a one shot.
Alarm Clock
I looked at the clock. I was late, this was not good. Jumping out of bed, before I ran out the door I put on the ripped clothes I wore last night. My car hummed a rough tune as it came to life after I turned the key. In the past I would have just teleported, but that options gone. It’s all gone.
I remember last night like it was happening before my eyes. I try not to blame myself, I say their was nothing I could do. But I’m not totally convinced. I was their leader it was my job to protect them, along with the rest of the world. My name is Jason and I am a hero. Gripping the steering wheel diving through the suburban town I try not to cry I must not, I have to be strong for them, NO, now only for her. The enemies attack caught us by surprise. We fought bravely. My team gave all they had to give. THEY GAVE ALL THEY HAD TO GIVE. Even their lives.
All except me and Kimberly. As the titanic bad guys fled the both of us realized we won the battle, but not the war. Are base of operations was destroyed, the power grid was destroyed. Now we were just mere humans; powerless. The most devastating casualty was the destruction of our mentor. How could the one who guided us be gone? The light in the dark no longer glimmered. Our second (for some the only) father was no more.
As I parked the car in front of Kim’s house the naked realization we were alone hit me. I knocked on her front door and held her when she came out. I don’t know how long I held her as she cried. I did not tell her everything would be alright for that would be a lie. I just held her as her tears wet my black shirt. Powerless or not we would continue the fight. And in our teammates memory we would win ending their evil terror.
Making sure Kim could not hear me I cleared the lump that resided in my throat. I had to be strong for her. But a single tear did escape as it trickled down my face.
- Splush
It's a short story and possibly a one shot.
Alarm Clock
I looked at the clock. I was late, this was not good. Jumping out of bed, before I ran out the door I put on the ripped clothes I wore last night. My car hummed a rough tune as it came to life after I turned the key. In the past I would have just teleported, but that options gone. It’s all gone.
I remember last night like it was happening before my eyes. I try not to blame myself, I say their was nothing I could do. But I’m not totally convinced. I was their leader it was my job to protect them, along with the rest of the world. My name is Jason and I am a hero. Gripping the steering wheel diving through the suburban town I try not to cry I must not, I have to be strong for them, NO, now only for her. The enemies attack caught us by surprise. We fought bravely. My team gave all they had to give. THEY GAVE ALL THEY HAD TO GIVE. Even their lives.
All except me and Kimberly. As the titanic bad guys fled the both of us realized we won the battle, but not the war. Are base of operations was destroyed, the power grid was destroyed. Now we were just mere humans; powerless. The most devastating casualty was the destruction of our mentor. How could the one who guided us be gone? The light in the dark no longer glimmered. Our second (for some the only) father was no more.
As I parked the car in front of Kim’s house the naked realization we were alone hit me. I knocked on her front door and held her when she came out. I don’t know how long I held her as she cried. I did not tell her everything would be alright for that would be a lie. I just held her as her tears wet my black shirt. Powerless or not we would continue the fight. And in our teammates memory we would win ending their evil terror.
Making sure Kim could not hear me I cleared the lump that resided in my throat. I had to be strong for her. But a single tear did escape as it trickled down my face.
- Splush