The light in her was dying.

The light in her was dying.

            She could feel it seeping through her pores, draining out of her. The black loomed over her, pressing in at all sides, finding its way into her body as she resisted, struggling to get away, thrashing when she knew she couldn’t do anything to stop it. It overwhelmed her, pouring into her the instant she hesitated to keep her guard together. All she could do was stare, stare into the blackness and stay still, knowing wasting her energy would be pointless.

            The black overtook her, clouding her mind and hugging her soul, the light in her eyes escaping with each second. She could almost feel it leave in a light breath, like the sigh in the wind that carries a bird’s last song at the end of summer.

            She collapsed, sinking to a ground she couldn’t see. She was limp, not even having the strength to close her eyes for the last time. Instead, she stared as the darkness crept into the last corners of her being, waiting until every glimpse of light vanished from sight and dreading the moment when she realized she was alone.

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A/N: This is just a brainspill I did when I needed to write something. I haven’t written all day and I felt on edge. Just something to satisfy me. :) Song inspiration: “Safe & Sound” by Taylor Swift cover by Julia Sheer ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QhuVO3JGZ8E ).

Apples -- Chapter 1

I pluck the apple off the tree, making it shake and its leaves rustle in response. The first apple of the day. It’s large, round, and red.

            I move along the branch to pluck off the next one, another the same perfect color.

            Two trees down I see a tree with yellow apples. Maybe I’ll make my way over there. I’m sure the kids would like a treat – usually I can only bring home red.

            In between trees the sun sneaks its way across the sky. The rays light up the leaves, making them seem luminescent. The air is crisp, and I am reminded that the fall is coming in strong. When the leaves die and fall from their branches, I will be sad to hear them crunching under my feet.

            But now the whole scene just seems so surreal. The only thing that takes away from the beauty is the building to my right – the big, square, white one with its name on the side facing me in big block letters: The Weltin Saunders Corporation.

            I sigh, but I don’t feel regret. I know I’m stealing – one of the most dangerous crimes – but I know what I have to do. When you have a starving family at home, you learn that the rules aren’t the most important thing anymore.

            The yellow apples on those trees are also quite large, so I grab two when I make my way over there. I’ve grown to love the sound an apple makes when it’s pulled off its branches. Pluck. Pluck.

            I remember the first time I heard that sound. It was the first time I ever stepped out of line. The first time I ever had to step out of line. But even then I was stealthy and I knew how to steal. And now, it takes no effort.

            And that first time I brought home apples, my mother didn’t even care. We were all so desperate for food that it didn’t matter where we got it or who we stole it from, even if it was off the land of one of the highest government buildings in the area.

            I slide down the tree, grateful for my black, long sleeved shirt and skinny dark jeans, but not for my blonde hair. It stands out too much, falling to my waist, a foot and over of thin, straight brightness.

            In my hands are eight apples. Six red ones, and two yellows.

            From there I run as fast as I can back home without dropping the apples. We don’t live far – but we were on the other side of the building than the city was. We wouldn’t have the money to live there, anyway. So instead we live in our rundown shack standing on rotten wood and under the rusting shingles of our rooftop.

            But the apples are ripe and juicy and the trees are green and growing. What more can we ask for?

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A/N: This is the beginning of my story, Apples. I hope you like it and I might post the second chapter?

The Monster Came

The monster came for her at night.

                  She knew it was there even though she couldn’t see it through the heavy darkness. She knew it was watching her with black eyes, studying her still form. And she knew it wasn’t going to leave until it got what it wanted.

                  Finally she sat up, her nerves getting the better of her. She wanted to run away, but she knew it would be pointless.

                  She could hear its breathing – heavy, labored pants that rumbled through its chest – right next to her ear. She resisted a shiver, swallowing hard. It was here.

                  She opened her mouth, gathering the courage to whisper, “What do you want?” through trembling lips.

                  The breathing continued, constant and steady. “You,” its deep voice stated simply.

                  She already knew that, but still a lump seemed to form in her throat and her heart beat wildly.

                  “Why?” she whispered, almost choking on the words with fright for her life.

                  “Because you were the one that slayed my mother.”

                  No. Instantly she knew it was all wrong. A mistake, a mistake that would cost her. Her sister, she knew, was the one this beast wanted.

                  She didn’t say anything in response, just swallowed hard. The monster seemed to take this as a yes, as a confession that yes, she was the one that had killed the giant beast that this one called its mother.

                  The monster took her, not being able to see the difference – that he wasn’t taking the slayer but the slayers twin – and whisked her through the window and into more darkness. The moon was shining, but couldn’t make its way through the thick layer of ominous clouds blanketing the sky. With no light, the monster remained unseen.

                  “Where are you taking me?” she asked, wondering if it would be better if she didn’t know.

                  “Somewhere far away,” the beast’s voice proclaimed from all around her, like an omnipresent being speaking to her instead of a beast craving revenge.

                  But she accepted that. Maybe her sister was to blame, and maybe she being taken unfairly, but she had gotten the chance to do something not many people ever do.

                  To save a life.
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A/N: I started writing this in social studies class. It was really boring, so, you know. Just a little thing about sacrifice.
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