Heiwana

The stench was the first thing that hit me.  I swear, the whole place smelled like dog feces wrapped in banana peels.  I quickly covered my nose to prevent myself from vomiting. “This smells awful,” I said with a muffled voice. “It’s not exactly roses, but I think we’ll manage,” responded Daniel. I looked back at him.  “How can you joke in a time like this?” I asked. “Simple,” he said, “Just always remember that things will eventually work out,” he said. “How can you be like that if you don’t actually know what’s going to happen?” I asked. &l

My mind was burning with questions.  How was my dad alive?  What were he and Derik talking about? Who was that kid with the barbed wire? How was that even possible?!  I shot a pleading look towards Daniel, and he responded with a weary sigh. “Looks like I have some explaining to do.”  He pulled up a chair from a nearby desk and sat in it while I did the same.  “What would you like to know first?”  he said.  My mind was racing, but one question prevailed above the others. “What was that kid?  How did he do that…that..thing with the barbed wire?  What’s going on??  Why didn’t—“ &ld

I was numb.  The boy stood there, expressionless, as if he was incapable of showing emotion.  His cold, red eyes bore into me with intense focus, as if his goal had to do with me and me alone.    "Kid…stay calm…Don't do anything reckless," said Daniel in a shaky voice, but I ignored him.  I was just too fixated on the kid's eyes.  Those were not the eyes of a child.  Even if some horrible accident turned the irises red, it still didn't explain the deepness of his gaze, the pupils that looked like voids of nothingness, and the hint of sadness that permeated from the rest o

I was frozen in shock.  The door was slowly opening.  The crack of darkness grew wider and wider as the door creeked open ominously.  I could faintly make out a silhouette standing in the doorway.  The figure walked slowly across the patio towards me.   "This is the end," I thought, "He's the killer.  Oh man!  He's going to kill me.  He's going to tear off my face like the others.  Then, my thoughts turned to my brother.  "I'll never see Derik again…I'm so sorry Derik…You've lost Mom, dad, and now me.." I thought. The shadowy silhouette loomed ever closer to where I was standing, as if moving cautiously across the sidewalk.  It

"Hurry up, Miles!  You'll be late for school!" was the first thing I heard as I woke up this morning.  The sunlight was gleaming through my windows and onto my bed, as if pushing me to get up.  Today was a Monday, and I was about as ready for school as the rocks in my backyard were.  "Maybe it won't be as bad as last year," I thought to myself, "Maybe most of the girls in my grade were held back.  Maybe I won't have to see them again."  The girls in my grade were nothing short of monsters.  All they ever talked about were their new cars, or their ex-boyfriends, but somehow the conversation always came back to how weird I was.  I was a plain g

So curious, this thing It's always there, hovering...like a shadow No, more like a nagging feeling A feeling that we've all felt before, right? That twinge, or sometimes gut renching feeling of the thing that could've been. This thing will always haunt us like an omen Begging us to go for it But then we say, "no" A silent no. The kind of no that no one ever hears. It's a solemn no that echoes around the dark and light sides of the soul. But deep inside, somewhere.. deep inside the dark recesses of your mind you create a fantasy in which the day comes when you can say yes The scenario is slightly different, but the end result is