"The only think I regret is not being married and having a child." -Benedict Cumberbatch

The snap of legs being thrown in the air off in the distance by every cumbercookie…

The Dream 2

I pull my hair back into a bun. My hair was completely perfect, as I saw no strand out of place. I slip into my black dress with a band of black beads placed around the bust line. The skirt of the dress laid against my toes. I rub my shoulders with my hands, surprised with the skin showing from this dress. I stare at my phone, hoping for a message from him. But there wasn’t. I leave my bathroom and go into the living room and take a seat on my couch.

A half out has passed and still not a word. Later on, the half hour turned into an hour. My father became unhappy and told me to get into the car. He wasn’t for sure where it was but we eventually got there.

I go inside of the building. The ceiling was covered with multi colored lights. There were four chandeliers placed side by side. Tables were set up for those he needed a rest. I handed the woman at the ticket booth my ticket.

"This ticket is for a couple." She said to me.

"Do you see him with?" She had an apologetic smile on her face and took the ticket from me. I say down a table where a few of my friends were. We talked for a bit, but they eventually left to dance some more. I became extremely bored.

"Alright ladies and germs, let’s get your dancing to a close. We have a special announcement." One friend of mine, Jordan, said into the mic. At that moment, this man who I had no favor for sat down next to me and scowled. His name was Matthew, though I usually called him by his last name. "This announcement might not affect all of you, but I know it’ll affect at least one of you." Jordan was smiling at the audience.

There was a stool placed in the middle of stage. I saw Ian sit down on that stool. The one who was supposed to pick me up before the dance. He had regret fill his face. He stared down at his feet and began speaking. “I’ve made a mistake recently. I made a promise and broke it. I realized I shouldn’t have done this but I know now it was my mistake for listening to someone else.” Someone handed him a guitar. He began playing a simple song, but it turned out to be one of my favorites. In my life by the Beatles. The audience applauded when he finished. When he finished, he walked up to me and smiled. “I’m sorry.”

“I think you’ve made up for it.” I smiled in return.

“I shouldn’t have stood you up like that.” I kissed him on the cheek.

“Apology accepted.” He kissed me full on the lips.


I woke up staring at my ceiling. I check my phone, and received a message from Ian.


To: You

From: Ian

Ready for tonight? :)

Calling Mr. Benedict

Bold: actual human to human conversation/thoughts

Thin: texting

#Image story first person


“I mean, I don’t see what the problem is. I say go for it.” My absolute best friend, Andy, said while handing me a piece of paper. She was from London, and is visiting for a year.

“But I don’t even know him. I don’t know his name or what he looks like. Why should I even meet him? What if he’s weird?” I say.

“But he’s really nice.”

“You know him?”

“Yes, of course. Go for it.”

“No, I don’t want to.” Andy then took my phone out of my hands and sent a message to this mysterious man. After a few short seconds, my phone went off. “Give me my phone back.”

“Have fun.” Andy got up and left. I took my phone and she labeled his name in my phone as Mystery Cutie. The first message, apparently from me was, ‘GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED.’ And the response I get is ‘Who the hell is this?’

I sent a text back.

‘Sorry, that wasn’t me, that was a friend. She says she knows you.’

‘Who is your friend?’

‘Andy.’

‘Oh, well you don’t really need to text me any more do you?’

‘She said I had too, so…’

‘Well, I think I’d best be going now.’

‘I don’t even know your name.’

‘Does it matter?’

‘Yeah, so I have a different name in my phone instead of Mystery Cutie.’

‘Mystery Cutie?? There’s a new one.’

‘Andy put it there, not me.’

‘That does sound like her. My name is Ben.’

‘That’s a lovely name, Ben.’

‘And yours?’

‘[YN]’

‘That’s nice. I do have to go now, work is calling me.’

‘Ok have fun.’


I changed his name to Ben in my phone. This man seemed eager to stop talking to me though. A couple days passed and I recieved a text from Ben.

‘Hey.’

‘Hello’ I was seriously smiling. I don’t know him and I’m already blushing.

‘What’s up?’

‘I just got off of work.’

‘Oh. Where do you work?’

‘A radio station, currently.’

‘Where at?’

‘Boston’

‘Where’s that?’

‘Massachusetts.’

‘Is that in America?’

‘Yeah?’

‘Oh. I live in London.’

‘Whoa. I thought you lived in Boston.’

‘And I thought you lived in London’

‘Now we know.’

‘Yeah.’

‘Where do you work?’

‘Here and there.’

‘Here and there, you move from place to place?’

‘I guess you can say that.’

‘What’s your study?’

‘Performing Arts.’

‘So a singer or and actor?’

‘Actor.’

‘Have you been in anything?’

‘Yeah.’

‘Like what?’

‘Can we talk about you?’

‘That’s an interesting movie. Lol.’

‘Ok. What do you look like?’ I sent him a picture of myself.

‘Ok.’

‘That’s it? Ok? What do you look like?’ He sent a picture. ‘That looks like a model. Did you take this off of the internet?’

‘No.’

‘Prove it. Take a picture of yourself with drawing of yourself on the paper and say, Hello [YN] I’m wearing funny socks.’ And he did. ‘I’m sorry. You are a very good looking man.’

‘And you look like a very pretty girl. So how do I not know that it’s really you?’

‘What do you want me to do?’

‘Nude pics.’

‘No.’

‘I’m kidding.’

‘You better.’

‘Write on a piece of paper that says, Hello I’m from Amurikuh holding a piece of cheese.’

‘You mean, ‘Merica.’

‘’Merica.’

‘’Merica.’

‘’Merrrrrrriicaaa.’

‘’MERICA GET IT RIGHT.’

‘America.’

‘Haha.’

‘I have to go.’

‘Oh ok.’

‘Bye :)’


That little smile. That was adorable. He’s funny.

Later that day, I was out with Andy. We went to a coffee shop to hang out for a bit.

“So, have you talked to Ben?”

“Yeah.”

“And?”

“At first he didn’t want to talk to me, but then we had a really nice conversation.”

“Okay. That’s good.” She kept an evil smile on her face.

“What are you planning?” She looks as if I’ve offended her.

“Absolutely nothing.”

“Liar.” I took her beanie off of her head. Her short hair fell to her shoulders. I’ve started a war. She is going to kill me. I grab my coffee, place five dollars on the table and make a run for the door. Good thing my coffee was almost gone. I ran down the block until I found a store that I could hide in. I did eventually find one. I was browsing the clothing rack, hoping Andy wouldn’t find me. I still had her beanie.

The door to the shop opened, and of course, it was Andy. I dropped her hat in plain sight so she could see it. I told the girl at the desk to be quiet. She smiled at me. I hid in the clothing rack. Andy kept repeating my name, trying to find me. At this moment. The moment where I wasn’t thinking about him. The only moment in the world where anything but him should’ve happened. My phone rang. I recieved a text message from him. The clothing rack opened and Andy was looking straight down at me.

“Son of a bitch!” I yelled. Andy punched me in the arm and put her hat back on.

‘Hey.’

‘You bastard!!!’

‘What did I do?’ I drove home and I probably should’ve responded considering the pure fact that I got five texts from him. Oh well. I’ll just explain to him.

‘Hello?’ ‘What did I do?’ ‘Tell me!’ ‘[YN]’

‘I’m sorry, I was driving. I couldn’t answer my phone. Nothing’s wrong. You didn’t do anything. Andy and I were chasing each other, and I was hiding from her and my phone went off and she found me.’ There was no answer. ‘Hello?’ He read the message. He saw it a couple minutes ago. ‘Hey, I’m sorry.’

A few hours later, I was in bed and trying to sleep, but then I received a text from him.

‘Sorry, I was sleeping.’

‘Sleeping? From nine until four? Who gets up at four?’

‘What? It’s nine o’clock here.’

‘What? No it’s not.’

‘You live in Boston. I live in London.’

‘Oh right!’

‘Haha. You’re funny.’

‘No, I just don’t think.’ I was extremely tired, but I didn’t want to tell him off or anything.

‘So, what are you up to?’

‘Well, I was sleeping.’

‘I’m sorry. I forget that it’s four over there.’ I decided not to answer him. I slept in until eleven. I didn’t have to work or anything. I wonder if Ben is working. I decided not to bother him.

The day began when  I woke. I cooked myself brunch in my little apartment. It was small, but it had an office, a kitchen, a bathroom, living room and bedroom. It was good. For now. I haven’t recieved a text in a while. Maybe I should text him.

‘Good morning.’ I say to him. After waiting for a response, my phone rang. He was calling. Oh my god what do I do?!

“Hello?” I say. Excited to hear what he sounds like.

“Hello. I cannot talk long so I was hoping to catch you before I leave.” Oh my gosh. His voice is pure and lovely. It sounds like a cello inside a purring tiger wrapped in velvet. Holy shit

“Oh. What are you doing?”

“I’m leaving for work, and I think its in the States.”

“Really?! Where?”

“Most likely eastern America.”

“You’re filming right?”

“Yeah”

“What’s your full name?”

“If I tell you, you’ll think of me as an actor and not a person.

“You don’t know me.”

“You might be a crazy fan girl.”

“So?”

“My name is Ben. Is that enough?”

“It’s more than enough. And your voice is amazing, I will say that.”

“Thank you. You’re very kind. I have to go soon.”

“Wait, are we going to meet?”

“Yeah. My plane lands in three minutes.”

“What?!”

“No, I mean, I’ll get there in five hours and three minutes. We have that time difference.”

“Right. What do you want me to wear, or do you you want me to get you anything?”

“What’s the weather like over there right now?”

“Chilly. Around the high thirties, low forties.”

“Ok. Wear shorts and a light jacket. And have two cups of coffee. One for you and one for me.”

“There’s snow outside.”

“But you have coffee.”

“Well…. Fine.”

“I will see you soon.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.” He said his final word and the phone ended. This is going to cost me money. Across the pond fees. Oh well. This guy was nice. I know what he looks like and I know what he sounds like. He’s an actor, and is busy a lot. Is that enough to go by?

I decide to get dressed now. I set an alarm for when I should leave the house. I put on athletic shorts that most guys wear, a tank top and a light jacket. I turn on the tv, the movie star trek was on. It was the second one. Into Darkness. I watched it for about two minutes. The scene was that they were talking about this man named Khan and how he was going to destroy the Enterprise because he has issues and I don’t know why. Before I changed the channel, I saw what Khan looked like. He seemed familiar, but I changed the channel because I never really liked these movies. My day went by really slow because I really wanted to meet Ben. I was wanting to look him up but I feel like I’d spoil actually know him for himself. I was leaning towards my laptop to figure out who he was but everything I know about him, was very small. His name, and what he looks like. That doesn’t help.

Four hours later, I get into my car and drive to the airport. I couldn’t convince security to let me through to meet Ben, but I wait for a few minutes before I bought the coffee cups. I see a few girls walk up and wait by the escalators with posters. I didn’t pay attention to it, but eventually there were twenty girls crowding the escalators, some with posters that say Welcome to Boston, or We love you, or I’m your Cumberbitch. Cumberbitch? What the hell? Most of these girls are still in high school, why would they be someones bitch? Oh my god. That’s just disgusting. I still ignore them. It was about time for him to appear. The whole escalator was invisible to me there were so many girls. I see some people come down the escalators. Then eventually some in black suits escorting someone. I think that’s Ben. I picked up the coffee cups and slowly move towards the screaming fan girls.

There he was. Holding a suitcase and wearing sunglasses to hide from the flashes of the cameras. The security guards were pushing at the girls crowding him. I came closer to him. Ben said something into the ear of one of the guards. The guards then stopped walking and the girls slowly stopped screaming. I just kind of stood there. Waiting. He looked at me and smiled.

“Is this my coffee?” He asked.

“Yes.” I said.

“You’re [YN]?”

“Yup.”

“Good. I can tell. Join me?” I think he’s six foot. The other girls looked at me like I was the devil. Ben and I were escorted to a black car. It was a really nice car. I really liked it. But I felt really out of place. I heard him mumble something.

“Hello?” He said.

“Oh sorry.”

“I asked how you were.”

“I’m quite well.”

“Good. That’s good.”

“So.” He didn’t answer me after that. He just stared out of the window. “It’s really nice to meet you. I still don’t know your full name.”

“Neither do I.”

“It’s [YFN].”

“That’s a lovely name. My full name is Benedict.”

“That’s an interesting name. Don’t hear many of those. I really like it.” He smiled at me and chuckled a little. “So, you seem to have a lot of fan girls.”

“I do. I do. They do get a bit much. Cumberbitches. What a name that is. It’s repulsive don’t you think.”

“Well. I wouldn’t know what to make of it, considering that it’s probably your last name and I don’t even know your last name.”

“I think it’d be better that way.”

“I could still look you up, just by typing your name into google. I’m sure there’d be a few results.”

“Haha. I like you. You’re funny.”

“I’m not funny. I’m serious.” I pull out my phone. I type in Benedict Cumberbitch in google and it came up with Benedict Cumberbatch. He smiled, but looked disappointed. It showed a picture of him, but I didn’t read anything. I locked my phone and looked Benedict straight in the eye. His eyes were blue. I was in love with them. His hair was near black, very dark brown. His eyebrows didn’t really match so he most likely dyed his hair. He is only six foot but his svelte body makes him look taller. His cheekbones would cut my hands if I touch them. He was gorgeous. Does he always look like this? Proud, classy, intelligent but never cares. I really like him.

"You’re very nice to look at."

"Thank you. The same with you."

"Can I ask you something?" He nodded. "Why did you ask me to bring you coffee?"

"Because I needed caffeine."

"No, I mean why did you ask me?"

"Because you’d bring me coffee."

"But why me?"

"Because I like you." I remained silent. I took a drink of the coffee, looked out the window, then at my phone, took another drink, looked at Benedict and said, "What do you mean."

"In a friendly matter."

"Right of course." He smiled at me. I smiled back. He then looks confused for a second and checked the time on his watch. The car slowed down and parked. The driver opened the door for us and I followed Ben for a little bit. He met up with a couple people and we finally ended up at a trailer. Under assumption that it was his acting trailer, we go inside and sat down.

"What do you want to do?"

"I thought I was just getting coffee?" I said.

"Well, I have time, show me around town?"

"Sure. But, how much time do you have?"

"The rest of the day." He smiled.

"I need my car though."

"No worries."

"It’s back at the airport."

“Well, we can take a limo.”

“I’m completely fine with that.”

“Yes, but I need a disguise.” Am I really hearing this? Holy shit did he just say he needed a disguise? He sounds like he’s twelve.

“Are you kidding me? A disguise?”

“I can’t go out there looking like this. All those Americans seeing me, asking for my autograph, climbing on me and not leaving me alone. They’ll block you off and not pay attention to you. I don’t want to do that to you.” I blush. “Do you suppose I could get away with a mustache?” He said in a higher pitched french accent. I was crying when he said that. I could not contain my laughter. He picked up a sharpie and smiled. “What about sunglasses.” He said in a southern American accent.

“Please never speak in a southern accent again.”

“Why? What’s wrong with it?”

“Everything.” He looked at me with curiosity, then smiled. He put on a pair of sunglasses.

“What about a hat?”

“I guess that could work.” He put on a fedora. “Um, no. Try this instead.” I handed him my beanie.

“This doesn’t have lice does it?”

“What? No. What the heck.” He put it on all the way and folded back some of it so he could see. “No you’re wearing it wrong.”

“What? How?” I unfolded the beanie and pulled it slightly off of his head so it rested on his hair. I stared into his eyes and smiled. He smiled back and sighed. “Well, shall we be on our way?” We walked towards the door of the trailer. “You might want to put these on.” He handed me sunglasses.

“I already have some.”

“Then put them on! You’ll need it.” He opened the doors. There were a bunch of screaming girls saying that they loved him. One of them asked who I was, and I was about to speak, but Ben warned me not to with his hands. The limo was ready and waiting for us. Ben smiled and waved to his fans and told be to get in first.

“Where to?” I asked.

“I don’t know.” We ended up going all over town. I got to know him better.

The limo stopped at the airport so I could pick up my car.

“So.” Benedict said to me.

“So.”

“So here we are.” His voice purred with a heavy sigh.

“Do you think we meet again?”

“That’s a really hard question to answer. Why don’t I text you? When are you free?”

“Well, I work mornings from seven until two on the radio. After that, I’m pretty free.”

“Ok.” He smiled. I get into my car and roll down the window.

“I guess I’ll see you again some time?” He smiled and walked towards his limo.



I never did see him again.

-http://storiesandrandom.tumblr.com/

The Dream

We stood face to face with the enemies. I stare into the enemy himself. His face placed with high cheekbones. Hair dark, curly, and full of beauty, shaping his face. His piercing blue eyes stabbed my heart. His stature was tall, and presumptuous. His clothing was dark, and soulless, but still showed that he was human. He was gorgeous.

The battle began. I saw my army die in front of my eyes. The opposing army was dying quicker than my own. His army is an entire different species, but how is he losing to my army?

It’s just us two. The enemy and I. Everyone else was either dead, or near death. We stood face to face. Not moving, not talking.

“Aren’t you going to make a move?” He said to me. My sword was in hand, ready to end this battle. I was scared, I fully admitted it. “Tell me you’re going to do something. Please.” I thought about what he said. I put my sword back in my belt. I felt a surge of energy flow through me, but I kept it under control. I study the theater closely to look for a quick escape if needed.

“Are you scared?” He said to me, with his voice humming like the purr of a feline. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to say. Maybe, if I say the right thing, he’ll stop. But what if I say the wrong thing? Will he kill me? I decided to remain silent in the hopes of some miracle. He walked towards me. We were a couple feet from each other. If we stretched our arms out, we’d touch each other.

I gazed into his piercing eyes that showed no emotion. If there was an emotion, it’d be cold, and sinful. I understood how to finish the battle. No fighting. Just talking.

“Well. I see. But why waste a good battle?” He can read me like a kids book. He knows what I’m thinking and I don’t like it. I remained silent. “What a pitty. I was looking forward to this. But you broke my heart. Hmm.” He terribly performed his little sad scene of how he wanted to kill me. He’d whimper and whine but I remained a rock. I removed the emotion of confusion to a poker face so he couldn’t read me. I tried to make my eyes dull and boring like his. I guess it seemed to work because he was looking at me with confusion on his face. He moved closer to me. I guess I should have paid more attention to what he was going to do. Next thing I knew, I was on the floor covering my left cheek. His hand was like a whip. The blood rushed to my face. I quickly got up off of the floor. He hit me again. I tried not to show pain. I kept the poker face. I figured that was his weakness. I remained on the floors this time. The pain from the slap traveled down my spine. “Why won’t you fight back?!” He yelled at me.

“Because that’s what you want. That is your weakness. You cannot read me.” I quietly responded. I felt tears forming. I fought against them. “You want to know what I’m thinking right now? I said to him emotionless. He said nothing. “I’m thinking about how beautiful you are right now.” He became confused. “How beautiful you are when you’re weak. When you struggle. I know how you feel right now. You’re face is showing fear. You are feeling fear. Do you want to know how I feel right now? I’m feeling amused. Very amused, but also fear.”

“F-fear?”

“Fear. For you. My fear for you is when you crumble into nothing because you are falling. You’re weak. I fear for you.” The fear was now visible in his eyes.

“Vssbehhh. Uh. Um.”

“At a loss of words?” He hit me again. A single tear fell down my face.

“You are at fear because you feel the pain of me. You do not have fear for me.”

“Wrong. I am fearing for you because you have never felt.”

“Felt what?”

“Love. Compassion.” There was no talking for a good minute. His eyes stared directly into mine. Not moving.

Without thinking, I slowly moved towards him. He had his hand ready to hit me, but he didn’t. “Just do it.” I said. “It’s not going to do anything.” His hand fell. I knew he wasn’t going to do anything, so I remained calm and just talked to him. We were closer to each other now. Maybe, about a hands distance away from our faces. I stared into his beautiful eyes. I saw doubt and

sadness.

I did feel sorry for him. My eyes scanned his upper body looking for any weapon. There wasn’t any. I put my hand on his chest. I was hesitant at first. His eyes looked at me with confusion. I formed a smile. “Shh.” I say to him as his eyes looked around the theater swifty. “What’s wrong?” My smile was getting bigger. My hand slide up his chest and on to his face. I cradled his face with my hand, then hit him until he fell to the floor.

He didn’t seem confused, or angry, but he looked interested in what I was doing. I didn’t know what he was planning. Frankly, he was creeping me out with his smile. “Stop smiling. It’s weird.”

“I like you.” His rich baritone voice shook me when he said that.

“Let’s not talk like that.” I began backing away from him. He pulled himself up like a little girl picking up a barbie doll. He just kind of floated when he did that. His creepy smile remained on his face. His hands came at me like a car. The air needed for me to breathe slipped away from me until I could no longer breathe. I fought as much as I could but nothing was going to free me. Controlling my air supply is the only thing keeping me alive. I close my eyes and stop struggling. I’m still alive. He thinks I’m dead, but I end up falling asleep.

I woke up hearing listening to him talking “I know you’re still alive. You’re breathing. Wake up.”

I open my eyes and he was sitting in one of the theater chairs. His left leg was crossed over his right leg. His hands were folded perfectly. He was looking at me. I raise myself up and sit cross legged on the floor. “Come join me, girl.” The word girl was spoken as if it was a disease.

“I’d rather stay here.”

“Come sit with me.” His tone seemed happy. I don’t argue, I just stand up and sit next to him.


Next thing I knew, it’s been four hours and all we’ve been doing is talking about random things. His eyes were full of happiness and hope the whole time.

We eventually came to a topic about him. I asked him why he was causing all of this destruction. He never answered my question.

He leaned into my face, my eyes close. He was going to kiss me.


I wake up in my bed full of sweat and breathing heavily. This whole thing was a dream.

-http://storiesandrandom.tumblr.com/

75th Hunger Games (Without the quarter quell(I wrote this when I was 13(sorry this sucks)))

   I’ve managed to push away my love at first sight. All we’ve ever done is fight with each other. But he was called to the deadly game of The Hunger Games. The 75th to be exact. Last years winners were Katniss and Peeta. Our district. District twelve. I needed to talk to him before he left, but that didn’t happen. That same day, I cried until the train left for The Capitol. As soon as it left, I packed for a five days journey. I crossed six districts to get to the capitol. When I finally made it to The Capitol, after about five days, I look at the city in awe. The entire city was made out of glass. I didn’t fit in with the fashion of The Capitol. They’re completely colorful. I’m wearing all black.

  I received barely any help in finding him, or any other contestant. I’ve been wondering the city for almost two days with no luck finding him. The morning of my third day in The Capitol finally gave me a glimmer of hope. I found the building where the hunger games were being held. I walk in. I found all of the doors leading to where the contestants were located. I’ve finally found the door leading to him. There were five minutes left before they compete. The door was locked. Luckily, I had a couple bobby pins with me. I rushed to open that door. When the door finally unlocked, tears immediately started running down my face. I stumbled into the room. There he stood, looking at the screens on where his last breath would take place. I could tell he was near tears just standing there. His head turned towards me. Complete shock filled his entire body. He uttered my name slowly.

  “Why are you here?” He shouted. at me. I said nothing. “How did you get here?! You can’t be here! You’ll be arrested!”

  I stood there for a moment. I smiled slightly. “I-“

  “You just wanted a front row seat to watch me die! Don’t you?” He cut me off.

  “But if you would just-“

  “Just what? You want me to feel like crap before I go die out there. That’s your biggest wish isn’t it?!”

  “Stop yelling at me!! I came here to apologize! You have just wasted two minutes ranting at me! Can’t you tell? If wanted you to die, I wouldn’t have come! Don’t you realize that I never hated you, I’ve never disliked you. I never knew what to say to you!” My eyes widen after I said that. I could tell he was processing thoughts. His face changed from confused to relaxed. We both glanced at the count down clock.

  “You mean, you like me?” He said. I look away, embarrassed.

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to say that.”

  “No, no. Honestly, I never really hated you.”

  “What?”

  “Uh, never mind.”

  “No, you said you never really hated me.”

  “I assumed you’ve always hated me, and I just responded with how I thought you felt about me. I didn’t know you liked me like this.” I smile at him. We again, both glance at the count down clock.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “No, I’m sorry. I assumed you were here to watch me die. And I know I haven’t been the nicest. You’re like, sixteen right?”

  “Yeah. Why?”

  “Okay.”

  He never answered why. He looked at the clock. He walked closer towards me. I looked up at him. His arms grasped around my waist. He was about to lean in for a kiss, but he stopped. The clock kept counting down. I gave up. I kissed him. When I pulled back, he pulled me right back in. I could hear the clock continue to count down. I didn’t want that clock to stop. I needed him. A woman’s voice came to the loud speaker. ‘Thirty seconds’ it said.

  I started to cry again. He wiped the tears from my face when he pulled back. The woman spoke on the loudspeaker again. ‘Twenty seconds’ My heart started to race. I couldn’t lose him. I love him. I need him.

  “Don’t compete!” I shouted.

  “What? I have to!”

  “No! Come home with me! We’ll leave together! Let’s go!”

  “I want to go home, but I have to compete, or they kill me or something like that. Either way, I got to spend my last five minutes in peace with you. I l-“

  The woman’s voice said ‘ten seconds’ HE then rushed to the transportation device to the arena.

  “I love you.” He said through the glass tube transporter. I couldn’t hear it though. We looked at each other, facing the fact that we might never see each other again. I saw a tear fall from his eye.

  He was gone.

  As soon as he left, I wiped the tears from my face. I say down in a chair facing these weird screens, showing me what the tributes from each district were doing.

  For most of my time spent in that room, I worked out. I did fall asleep at one point, then woke up to find food on a golden tray next to me! They’re watching me! I don’t want to do anything too stupid on national television.

  I decided to look up my district on The Capitol’s confusing technology. The girl had already died. I didn’t know her, but it still was sad.

  He was wondering the terrain. I watched him for hours. Those hours turned into days. Each day, I was fed like kings! I guess that was the only good thing that came out of this. There were only four people left in the game. Two from district three, the girl from district seven, and the boy from district twelve. Hopefully district twelve will be victors for the second year in a row. I couldn’t stand to lose him. He’s only seventeen. Too young to die.

     The cannon went off again. the girl from district three was killed by the girl from district seven. Alexander, from district three, found the girl from his district and started crying. I guess they knew each other.

  He disappeared into the forest. He’s angry. He won’t stop until he becomes the winner. I can’t help!

  I heard the cannon go off again. Alexander slaughtered the girl from district seven. I knew I had to do something. I didn’t know what, I didn’t know how, I don’t knew when. But, I will do something. I typed in district twelve on the holograph. I saw him running away from something. Alexander was chasing after him. I needed to find a way to stop Alexander before he tries to win. I needed to make sure district twelve is victorious again. And if it means breaking the rules, so be it.

  Alexander was right behind him. I turned away to collect my things. I faced the screens only to find them face to face. I couldn’t look. I was freaking out. Their location was near the cornucopia. I broke the glass to the teleportation device. It was too slow, so I climbed through the tube. Sunlight blinded me for a moment. I found them! Alexander stabbed him! I ran towards the two. I beat Alexander to the ground. Nothing could stop me until I knew he was dead. Alexander cussed out towards the sky. Making his last breath full of hatred. I push Alexander away and run towards the wounded beloved of mine. The dagger was still in his shoulder. I start crying. He isn’t moving. But he has a pulse. His eyes were closed. I look up to see this little sphere floating above my head. I reached out for it, still cradling him in my right arm. I open it to find a small note inside saying:

        Treat over wound

  I did so. I carefully removed the blade from his shoulder and immediately covered it with my hand. I dipped my left hand into the cream, putting it over the wound. I watched it seep into his skin. My eyebrows furrowed. His eyes flutter open. I breathe a sigh of relief. He smiled up at me I started to cry tears of joy. He reached up and wiped the tears off of my face. He sat up and hugged me, then kissed me on the forehead. We both thought that district twelve won. But the canon never went off. Was Alexander still alive? I heard a moan coming from behind me. It was Alexander.

  He used the healing cream on himself. I felt a hand on my shoulder. It wasn’t Alexander, so I was happy about that, but it was him. I smile at him. He had a sword that he had along with him to kill the other tributes and he was going to use it on Alexander. Alexander had a sword as well. I was now holding the hand of the one I love. Alexander swung his sword at me. Our hands disconnected. The blade missed me. I picked up the blade that was in my loves shoulder, and used it to defend myself. I stood my ground and tried to keep Alexander from hurting the two of us. Alexander stopped fighting me, and started fighting him. I tried helping with the death of Alexander, but he wouldn’t allow me to help him.

  “No! Get back! This is my fight!” I didn’t move. I wanted Alexander dead! I couldn’t sit around and do nothing, so I ignored his request. “Didn’t you hear me? I said this is my fight! Back off!”

  “I can’t watch you fight someone to the death, when I know I can do something to help!” I say.

  “God! You’re such a stupid blonde! You’re pointless to me!” He says back. His eyes become big, realizing what he said.

  Alexander smiled evilly at me, then lunged the sword at him. I ran after Alexander to stop him from hurting the stubborn love of mine. In my process of stopping Alexander, I received massive cuts on my right arm, that lead all the way down to my leg. With my good leg, my left one, I swung it up towards Alexander’s face, causing him to fall over. The kick to his face took out most of my strength. My left and arm had blood flowing out of the cuts. I fell over. I crawled over to the canister holding the solution that healed him and Alexander. My left hand was on the canister and I was about to dip my fingers into it, when Alexander kicked over the can and stepped on my hand. The solution poured over the grass. I picked up as much as possible. Only a little remained in my hand. I put the solution over my left, healing it only a little. The bleeding did stop. I was able to stand again. Alexander laughed at me. I could tell he was in pain though. Alexander picked me up by my hair. I did push him off, but he grabbed me by the neck.

  “He’s right! You are a stupid blonde! Ha ha! Now, no more distractions!” He pulled me in towards himself. With my left hand, i tried hitting his as hard as I could. It didn’t work too well, because his grip tightened, making it harder for me to breathe.

  “Let her go Alexander!”

  “Oh, so you could win? Maybe the Capitol doesn’t want district twelve to win! It’s time for a new victor!!” Alexander exclaimed. He had an evil grin on his face. I see a sword poke out of his chest, then immediately disappeared. With a faint look, Alexander fell over.

  The canon went off. District twelve won.

  “You did it! You won!” I said. I could tell he was wanting a hug from me. I remembered what he said to me last. My emotion changed from happy, to anger almost immediately. I muttered exactly what he said to me.

  “What?” He asked.

  “Stupid blonde? You’re pointless to me?” I shouted at him.

  “I’m sorry! I was focused on one thing! Killing Alexander! And wasn’t thinking!” I knew he meant what he said. I did forgive him, but I won’t tell him right away.

  Nothing happened for a while.

  “Why isn’t anything happening yet?” Nothing.

  A couple minutes later, a voice came over the loud speaker. “Sorry for the delay. Congratulations district twelve! Yet again, you go home as victors!” Said the mans voice.

  A few hours later, we were both cleaned up and our wounds healed. Soon, we were both on the train back home. I hear they’re already started building his home. I say on a couch near the exit. He was roaming around. Looking at everything. I chuckled a little, every time he said ‘whoa’ or ‘oh my god’

  Almost a hour later, he say down on the couch next to me. I curled my legs up, so they would be touching my nose. He put his arm around the back of the couch behind my back.

  “Hey.” He says shyly. I don’t respond. I smile and turn my head to the left, so it could rest on my shoulder. I waited for him to continue. “You gonna talk?” I smile, but immediately covered it with my leg. He turned his entire body so he was facing me. “Hey, you’re smiling.” I see out of the corner of my eye, he was laughing and smiling.

  “I am not!” I still had my face buried in my arms and legs.

  “Oh come on! I can tell you’re smiling.” I was grinning now. He tried puling my arm away. “Caught you now!” We both started laughing. I’ve realized something at this moment. I saved his life! I think he owes me something!

  “Hey, you owe me something!” I say.

  “Oh? What for?” he responds.

  I hesitated for a moment. “I saved your life.” He looked away from me for a moment. He turned back about a half minute later.

  “Well, why don’t I make up for it now?” I had a confused look on my face. He stood up, took hold of my hands until I stood up. We looked into each others eyes for a long time. He leaned in for a kiss.

  About a half hour later, I looked up to see that I’ve fallen asleep in his lap. He was asleep as well. His hand was resting o my waist. I slowly turn my entire body, moving his hand very carefully, until I was facing the ceiling. I place his hand back down onto my stomach. I was looking at his face. He’s really cute when he sleeps. He needs to shve a little. He has some stubble growing. His hair is brown, and his hair flips to the left. He was a little muscular. His black jacket fir him perfectly, but he left it unzipped. He had a red shirt underneath his jacket. His jeans made him feel taller even though he’s only 6’1”. He started moving a little. I smiled.

  I fell asleep again. I felt the train stop, but I didn’t move until he moved me. We walk to the exit of the train. When the door opened, district twelve was welcoming us home. Katniss and Peeta, the last winners of the Hunger Games, smiled at us. he held my hand as we walked towards my house. He was dropping me off before he goes home. We hug and kiss goodbye. I walk in to the front door of my house, expecting a warm welcome from my parents.

     I stood there, tears were streaming down my face. I couldn’t be in my house any longer. I immediately left my house, running to him.

  “What’s wrong?!” He asked. He was holding onto me. I fell. I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. It was too much to handle. “C’mon! What happened?!” I didn’t answer.

  He picked me up and carried me to his old house. When he opened the front door, to find that he suffered the same fate that I did. His family was laying on the floor. Their eyes gouged out. Limbs cut off, and a dagger to the heart. I could see the tears rolling down his face. There was a single note edged with gold flakes laying on a gold try. There note had sloppy red think writing on it. He picked up the note and read it to himself. He then handed it to me. I read the note to myself.

   Congratulations! You’ve won the 75th annual Hunger Games! But you cheated with the help of the one you love. So, we take the ones you love most from the both of you.

  -The Capitol

         P.S. This was written in the blood of your mother.

  I ripped up the note.

  “Why did you do that?!” He asked.

  “What do you mean?”

  “We could’ve reported this to the guards!”

  “As if they would’ve done anything to help! They’re probably the one’s who killed our families!” We both look at each other for a while. He told me to stay put, while he checks the house, an d packs for the new house.

  After a bit, I see him walk towards me, carrying a bag, and a medium sized box.

  “Let’s go.” He says

  “Where? You have to go to your new house. I have to go clean up my house.”

  “We’re going to our house.”

     “Our house?”

  “Yep.”

  We start walking towards Katniss and Peeta’s house. They said that our new house was being built near their’s. Our house was elegant. The outside was finished, but the inside had a couple rooms missing. We found the master bedroom on the second floor. It was huge! A king sized bed on a platform. We both ran towards it and jumped onto it and just laid there. I think us living together will be pretty easy. We know everything about each other, we know our strengths and weaknesses, and our melting points. I took off my hunting boots and socks. So did he. He laid down on the left side of the bed, he outstretched his left arm, I laid down next to him, and my head rested on his shoulder. Then, we just talked. We talked about everything possible. Some things happy, some things sad, some funny and some just plain cruel.

  Later that night he asked me out on an official date.

  “Where are we going?” I asked.

  “You’re just gonna have to wait.” I smile at him. He didn’t let me get ready. He just took hold of my hand and we started running. I don’t know where. He had a large bag with him. We remained running until we got to the district boarder. He was surprised I let go of his hand. “You coming?”

  “What are we going?”

  “Hunting!” I smiled at him. I loved hunting; the only way that I could get my family any real food. He pulled out my bow, and arrows. I throw the bow case over my back, and held my bow in my right hand. I smile up at him. “Well, if you’re coming, c’mon!” He extended his hand out to me. I smile widely and take it.

  It was dark out, so it was hard to see. We heard a noise in the distance, I see him pull out some goggles.

  “Where did you get those?”

  “What? Oh these?”

  “Yeah.”

  “These are night vision goggles. I got them off of the train.”

  “Why?” I wasn’t angry, I was laughing at him.

  “Why not?” He shrugged. I smile and shale my head at him. He looked through them. “Get down.” he whispered.

  “What do you see?” He then hands me the goggles. I look through to see a male deer. I pulled at my bow, cocked the arrow, and aimed. He had his hunting knife with him. He was going to let me shoot it down, as he prepares to take it back. I was about to shoot, when I see an arrow fly down, and hit the deer. Some girl jumps down onto the floor, and examines it. I could barely make out her face, but I already knew who it was. Ayra. Brown haired brown eyed little demon who always pushes me around. She’s like eleven or twelve. Clever little witch. Ayra put the deer in a big bag, and struggled to take it home. He stood up, and touched my shoulder.

  “I’ll be right back. I’m getting us dinner.” He walks over to Ayra. I quick move from tree to tree, listening to them.

  “Ayra! Hey!” He greets her. She says his name quickly, like she’s done something wrong.

  “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with your girlfriend?”

  “She’s at home.”

  “Being lazy?” She croaked.

  “No, she’s tired from this horrible day.”

  “Oh? What happened?” She didn’t seem concerted at all.

  “Her family was slaughtered.” Ayra still didn’t care. “They were killed because she saved my life.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. My family was killed the same way, because she saved me.”

  “I’m sorry.” She paused for a moment. “Here, take the deer.”

  “Why?”

  “I’m sorry, just take it.” She dropped the bag, and ran away. He looked over at me as soon as she was out of sight.

  “Hey, just got us dinner. And I didn’t even try!” He said to me. He opened the bag, took out the deer, and started cutting it open, and drained the blood. This is the quickest hunting trip of my life. Plus the district boarder is close to home. That shortens the trip as well. He slung the bag over his back with the deer inside, and we walked home.

  Later that night, he told me to dress nice, since it’s the second half of our date. I go find our closet, to find half of the closet for him, and the other half, for me. These weren’t any of my clothes. They were too formal for my taste. I picked the dress that wasn’t too formal, but still looked nice. It was red, and that was his favorite color, so I knew he’d like it. I slipped into the dress, to find that it was a little tight around my waist. But, after a while, I became used to it. There was a nice sized black, elegant box, sitting on a shelf in the closet. I open it, to find it loaded with jewelry. Diamonds, diamonds, and more diamonds! A girls dream. But, not mine. I dig through the layers of jewelry, until I find exactly what I’m looking for. I finally found something worth wearing. It was a necklace. A white chain, with a heart shaped gem. The heart was in two pieces. One half was red, made with real ruby’s and laid out in a grid pattern. The other half was black, made with black onyx. It had a more loose pattern, than the other side. I unlocked the chain, and was about to put it around my neck, when I felt hands reach over, touching my hands.

  “Here, I got this.” He said. He startled me. He put the necklace around my neck. He was dressed in a nice suit. He cleans up well. I was impressed.

  We were sitting down at the table together. We held hands, and said a prayer to our family members. We had a nice, relaxing dinner, and we finished our date, sitting on the couch, and talking more.

 

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Holocaust Believer

It was the spring of 1944. I was alone with my four year old son. My name was Sophronia. I had blonde hair, and blue eyes. I was thought to be german. And I was. My son looked just like me. But he had his fathers eyes. How I miss his father. He was transferred to serve the wonderful Fuhrer. The Fuhrer was our ticket to freedom out of the depression upon our great country of Germany. My days were sad and lonely, but he shall be back. I know he will.

I heard news of some officers returning home today. I quickly cleaned the house and cooked supper because I knew my beloved husband would return to me. He has to. He promised. I cleaned the sitting room, the kitchen, the bathroom, the bedrooms, the nursery, the stairs, everything! I wanted everything to be perfect when he returned home. I cooked supper, defeathered the chicken and put it on a low boil on our fancy new stove. And then I waited.

My wait turned from a few minutes to a couple hours. Then, days, and eventually weeks. He did not return home. “Maybe I got ahead of myself.” I said to my son. He just looked at me with his bright green eyes. I felt tears forming in my eyes. “No.” I said to myself. “He is defending our right to live. He is protecting us.” I quickly wiped my face.

Today is the first day of autumn this year. I woke up earlier than usual. My son was crying and I hurried to the nursery. He was standing in the middle of the room.  “What do you want?” I asked. But he didn’t answer. I picked him up and placed him back in his bed.. I sang Adele Weiss until he fell silent. And soon enough, he did.

The German soldiers that came into town weren’t anyone I have recognized. These men seem to not know where anything was. They were nice at first, but a friend of mine was telling me to stay away from them and not to do anything regretful. I didn’t believe her. I talked to the men and they didn’t seem suspicious at all. They were pleasant. I went up to one just for small talk. “Hello, Sir, how are you?” I asked.

“I am fine young lady, please be on your way.” His face was cold and he showed no emotion. He did not look me in the eye.

“May I ask why you are here?”

“By orders of the Fuhrer to protect this town from Jews.”

“Oh goodness, thank you. Aren’t they the worst?”  He chuckled at that statement and his

face became soft. My son was pulling at my skirt.

“What a strong statement from such a nice lady.” He smiled, still not looking in my eyes.

“Well, it’s true. I wish this would get over soon though.”

“Why do you say that?” He turned his head towards me.”

“I wish for my husband to come home.”

“Is he away at war?”

“Oh yes. It is just saddening.”

“Well, I’m sorry to hear that.” He looked down at my son. “Do you miss your daddy young

man?” My son didn’t say anything.

“He hasn’t been speaking for a while. I’m not sure why.”

“Oh, well then. Are you going to protect this country when you get older?” My son smiled and nodded.

“Hail Hitler.” The officer said stretching his arm out straight at a forty five degree angle. My son copied the motion.

“Have a nice day officer.” I said with a smile and tied my head scarf tighter. I headed

towards the bakery. My son was holding my hand.


The same day after I returned home, my home had Nazi officers in them. “May I ask what

you are all doing here?”

“We have been told that this house contains jewish people.” Said one SS officer.

“I can assure you that there is no such thing in this home.” I stated.

“Let’s just find out.” Said another.

“Fine, search the house, you won’t find anyone.” After a few minutes, an officer came down my stairs and presented me with a Dreidel.”

“What is this?” I asked.

“We found this in your home.” Said the first SS officer.

“But what is it?”

“A jewish game for their religion called Hanukkah.”  

“Well, it’s not mine.” I said. “Just get that thing out of my house.” I sit down on the sofa.

“Ma’am, do not sit down. We need you to come with us.” Said the other SS officer, who

began holding my arms.

“Are you insisting that I’m jewish?”

“You are jewish. Stop pretending.”

“What?! I am most certainly not. My husband fights for this country! You cannot take me

away!” I struggled to free from the strong grip. My son was already contained by the officer. I realized that anyone who seemed suspicious to any of the SS officers would eventually be taken away.

The next day, I was forced to wear the star of David on my outfit. I was appalled by the craftsmanship of the star. I wasn’t allowed to go to any of the shops in town, or to go to church to worship our savior. I wasn’t getting the rights I get as a full believer of the Nazi empowerment. I wasn’t human anymore. My days became shorter because we were given a curfew. I could no longer talk to the officers, mostly because I was ‘jewish’ now. My son wouldn’t have as much freedom as he has had before. My life was disappearing. The only thing I can do now, is hope for my husband to come home and release me from this agony.

On the seventh day of my suffering of the star, we were told to bring a single bag of our belongings, so I gave a bag for my son with some of my stuff in it as well. He had some of his clothes with him, but I packed more of mine with his, and my bag had valuables wrapped in some of my clothes. We began a long walk, and of course, I was wearing heels. My feet were killing me, but at least we got to stop walking. The train we were getting onto had no chairs. “You expect us to stand the whole distance?” I yelled. I was whacked in the back until I moved. I stood, but my son sat at my feet. The trip was long, but I made it through the five days, I did get to sit a few times. My son was complaining about being hungry. I couldn’t blame him. I was hungry, thirsty and tired, but we arrived safely, I guess.

This place we arrived at was called Auschwitz. I’ve never heard of such a place. All I know is, they have food, a place to sleep, and showers.

They didn’t let us do anything at first. We were told to separate into two groups. Men on one side, women and children and the sick on the other side. So, my son and I, moved to the women children and sick side. All we can do is wait, for now.

Later that day, the women were moved to a train while the rest were moved to this building with a chimney. Unknowingly, I went up to one of the officers to ask what was going on.

“Can you tell me where you’re sending the children?”

“Shut up and get into the train!” He hit me in the face with his hand. I said quick goodbyes to my son, and finally realized that he was being sent to die. I didn’t know that this would be the last time I would ever see my son.

This new place I arrived at was called Ravensbruck. I guess it was a concentration camp for women. I was forced into this building where I would be publicly humiliated by others. My head was shaven, and my clothes were ripped off. I was given a painful shower, and beaten a little. I had bruises on my arms and legs, most of my back. Is this what the jews went through everyday? I now know that this is something that never should’ve happened. I was given stripped clothing to wear. My beautiful hair was gone, and so was my dignity. The only thing I looked forward to was something to eat and drink.

The food ration was very small. Not even a bowl of soup was the meal served. As for something to drink, that was another story. My days living in this camp were brutal. If we talked back, or hit a guard, we would be beaten, or worse, killed. I couldn’t die. I was too young. I was at my prime. All I could do was keep fighting every single day.

All of the sorrowful days would eventually stop when I see the sight of male guards working here at Ravensbruck. I see a man who seems very familiar. I go up to him during the meal. “Excuse me sir, do I know you?” I said, keeping my distance.The man looked at me. I knew those eyes. They were the eyes of my sons. It was my husband.

He paused before saying anything. “Get back to work.” He said, hitting me in the face.

“Do you not recognize me?” I said, losing all hope.

“Did you not hear me foolish woman. Get back to work, or you will be whipped.”

“How do you not recognize me?! I am your wife!” I screamed as loud as I could. He grabbed my arms and moved me to the crematoriums. I struggled as much as I could.

“I tell you to go back to work but instead you do not listen to me. I should throw you into the fires.” His grip kept getting tighter.

“Let me go! Let me go!” As soon as we got inside, he let go. There was a bruise forming on my arm from his hand.

“Listen to me Sophronia. Listen. I cannot help you much longer before other guards come in here. Please, stay safe. I need you to listen to me. Don’t talk, or do anything. I will sneak you some food every single day for as long as I’m here. Trust me on this. I love you.” He kissed me.

“There he is! Get him!” said one of the guards as they entered the room. The guards came after my husband, and another at me. I was contained by the officer.

“You’re going where you belong, girl.” The men stripped me of my clothes.

“You’re unfit to wear this uniform.” My husband was stripped of his outfit. Our clothes were piled together. We both stood naked in front of three SS officers. We were then forced into the crematorium. There was no fire.

“Now you two can burn together since you love each other so much.” My feet began to boil. My husband and I held each other until the flames completely consumed us.

Now I know that even in death, there is no sweet release.

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The Nazi’s

I saw the men walk off of the train, holding their guns for no reason when it was already firmly laying in their belt. It was really hot today. But, I made the best of it. My mother warned me about the men. And yes, I kept my distance. I didn’t want any trouble. I was only hoping that they were just looking around, and then they would eventually leave. But I was obviously wrong.

The next couple days, the men went around town giving a majority of the townspeople a badly crafted star that was supposed to resemble the Star of David. I didn’t know why they had to wear them. And I certainly felt I had no reason either.

I walk home. My mother had made a fresh batch of bread. The house smells of fresh bread. Isn’t that a delicious smell? My father was smoking is tobacco pipe and the hot summer smells of nature filled the house. My house had a variety of smells and I loved it. My sister was playing with the cloth doll my mother sewed for her. My house was big enough for the four of us. Hopefully nothing would tear us apart.


About a few weeks later, those suspicious men decided to gather a few townspeople to talk to them. Since it was directly outside of my house, I thought that I felt the need to watch. I saw a few people a recognized, but none that I really cared for. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I see this girl I’ve been particularly fond of. Her name was Jane. I’ve known her since I was four. She’d come over to play in the dirt sometimes. But I haven’t seen her in a while. Until now. I quick look at the crowd of people. They all had the Star of David. But I also saw the men carrying their guns and shovels. Why were they carrying shovels?

I couldn’t hear what those men were saying to the people, but I knew it wasn’t good. Most of the crowd was given a shovel. But the shovel was to dig a giant hole. Why do we need a hole?
Jane was one of the people who didn’t have the shovel.

Forty five minutes, those men seemed satisfied with the hole. I saw them cluster together. Men in one group, and women and children in the other. My eyes focused on Jane the whole time. The men loaded their guns. “Mother, what are they doing?!” I yelled. I felt the tears form in my eyes. My mother grabbed my shoulders and turned me around.

“Don’t look at them sweety. Don’t look at them!” She had fear in her eyes. We heard a shot fire. I turn around. There was a body in the hole. It was an old woman with a blindfold. I had so many questions. Why were they doing this? What did she do? When will this end?

Jane was still in line. I thought, maybe they’ll run out of bullets or something along the lines of a miracle. The men cluster together to watch their wives, sisters, daughters, nieces, mothers be shot and lay in the trench to die. At least it was quick. Jane was near the end. I was hoping this was just a big nightmare. But of course, it wasn’t. She was crying. I could see her face. I could only stare. My mother wouldn’t let me leave her grip. Jane started looking around the town. She looked at my house. I could see her eyes tracing the porch, then the I saw the men walk off of the train, holding their guns for no reason when it was already firmly laying in their belt. It was really hot today. But, I made the best of it. My mother warned me about the men. And yes, I kept my distance. I didn’t want any trouble. I was only hoping that they were just looking around, and then they would eventually leave. But I was obviously wrong.

The next couple days, the men went around town giving a majority of the townspeople a badly crafted star that was supposed to resemble the Star of David. I didn’t know why they had to wear them. And I certainly felt I had no reason either.

I walk home. My mother had made a fresh batch of bread. The house smells of fresh bread. Isn’t that a delicious smell? My father was smoking is tobacco pipe and the hot summer smells of nature filled the house. My house had a variety of smells and I loved it. My sister was playing with the cloth doll my mother sewed for her. My house was big enough for the four of us. Hopefully nothing would tear us apart.


About a few weeks later, those suspicious men decided to gather a few townspeople to talk to them. Since it was directly outside of my house, I thought that I felt the need to watch. I saw a few people a recognized, but none that I really cared for. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I see this girl I’ve been particularly fond of. Her name was Jane. I’ve known her since I was four. She’d come over to play in the dirt sometimes. But I haven’t seen her in a while. Until now. I quick look at the crowd of people. They all had the Star of David. But I also saw the men carrying their guns and shovels. Why were they carrying shovels?

I couldn’t hear what those men were saying to the people, but I knew it wasn’t good. Most of the crowd was given a shovel. But the shovel was to dig a giant hole. Why do we need a hole?
Jane was one of the people who didn’t have the shovel.

Forty five minutes, those men seemed satisfied with the hole. I saw them cluster together. Men in one group, and women and children in the other. My eyes focused on Jane the whole time. The men loaded their guns. “Mother, what are they doing?!” I yelled. I felt the tears form in my eyes. My mother grabbed my shoulders and turned me around.

“Don’t look at them sweety. Don’t look at them!” She had fear in her eyes. We heard a shot fire. I turn around. There was a body in the hole. It was an old woman with a blindfold. I had so many questions. Why were they doing this? What did she do? When will this end?

Jane was still in line. I thought, maybe they’ll run out of bullets or something along the lines of a miracle. The men cluster together to watch their wives, sisters, daughters, nieces, mothers be shot and lay in the trench to die. At least it was quick. Jane was near the end. I was hoping this was just a big nightmare. But of course, it wasn’t. She was crying. I could see her face. I could only stare. My mother wouldn’t let me leave her grip. Jane started looking around the town. She looked at my house. I could see her eyes tracing the porch, then the windows, the stairs. Her eyes moved to the window I was looking out of. Her eyes full of fear. Mine were just full of tears. I saw her right hand move towards her chest. She placed it over her heart and smiled.

Those men placed the blindfold on Jane’s head. I opened the front door and stood outside. She was told to sit on her knees and lean forward. “I love you Fanke.” I saw the man pull the trigger. Jane fell into the ditch. The blindfold was removed from her head. Tears fell down her eyes. She was still breathing. But her breathing slowly stopped.


I had a plan. I gathered my friends and we planned a revolt. There were over fifteen of us. The revolt is supposed to be a success. My friends and I walked over to the men and we demanded to know why they were going around and killing our friends and family.  The man on the right said, “Why do you care. They were just filthy jews. We were just disposing of them.”

“But why?” I asked. “Why would you even do this?”  

“Orders of the Fuhrer.” He grimaced. I knew he was talking about Hitler. The man who thinks that the reason for their fall in social economy was every jew on the planet. I was hoping that they’d leave when they saw all of us trying to tell them to leave, but nothing was happening. I stood face to face with a killer. I turned around to tell my friends to attack, but I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. Then again in my lower back. And once more in my chest. My friends looked at me as if I was one of those men. But I just stood there. I felt tired. I needed to sleep. I didn’t feel embarrassed. I looked around to hear screams and people yelling. I heard my mother run out of the house yelling my name, but that was the last thing I heard. I closed my eyes to sleep., the stairs. Her eyes moved to the window I was looking out of. Her eyes full of fear. Mine were just full of tears. I saw her right hand move towards her chest. She placed it over her heart and smiled.

Those men placed the blindfold on Jane’s head. I opened the front door and stood outside. She was told to sit on her knees and lean forward. “I love you Franke.” I saw the man pull the trigger. Jane fell into the ditch. The blindfold was removed from her head. Tears fell down her eyes. She was still breathing. But her breathing slowly stopped.


I had a plan. I gathered my friends and we planned a revolt. There were over fifteen of us. The revolt is supposed to be a success. My friends and I walked over to the men and we demanded to know why they were going around and killing our friends and family.  The man on the right said, “Why do you care. They were just filthy jews. We were just disposing of them.”

“But why?” I asked. “Why would you even do this?”  

“Orders of the Fuhrer.” He grimaced. I knew he was talking about Hitler. The man who thinks that the reason for their fall in social economy was every jew on the planet. I was hoping that they’d leave when they saw all of us trying to tell them to leave, but nothing was happening. I stood face to face with a killer. I turned around to tell my friends to attack, but I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. Then again in my lower back. And once more in my chest. My friends looked at me as if I was one of those men. But I just stood there. I felt tired. I needed to sleep. I didn’t feel embarrassed. I looked around to hear screams and people yelling. I heard my mother run out of the house yelling my name, but that was the last thing I heard. I closed my eyes to sleep.

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Carlos Image Story 3

#*Imagine you’re home sick and a friend of your came over to help take care of you. His name is Carlos. He’s been your friend for just under a year, but you both had so much in common, it was like you were talking to yourself.

Carlos: hey [YN], how you feeling?

You: same way when you asked five minutes ago.

Carlos: crappy.

You: mhmm.

*Carlos pulled the chair from your desk and sat it next to your bed and sat down.*

You: careful! I might give you my cold.

*You stick your tongue out at him and smile. He rolled his eyes and laughed a little.*

Carlos: Well, if that happens, you’re taking care of me.

You: haha right, but what if we’re both sick?

Carlos: Shit happens.

*You laughed at that. You two talked for over an hour until you heard your doorbell ring.*

Carlos: I’ll get it.

You: okay.

*You waited until he returned. You stared at the ceiling of your bedroom and started making weird sounds emanating from you mouth. You gave the demonic screech as well.*

Carlos: dude, what the heck?

You: OH my god, you scared me.

Carlos: haha, I only saw the last part so you’re okay.

You: okay good. Who was at the door?

Carlos: Pizza.

You: what?

Carlos: I ordered us pizza.

You: umm. Okay. Where is it?

Carlos: downstairs.

You: no I don’t want to move.

Carlos: Too bad.

*Carlos grabbed your hand and pulled you downstairs almost.*

You: Carlos, dude, what are you doing?

Carlos: c’mon.

*When you get downstairs, Carlos covers your eyes and leads you into the dining room.*

Carlos: [YN], open your eyes now.

*You look at the dining table, and see the pizza placed perfectly . .In the center of the table was a candelabra. Another plate at the other end of the table was set perfectly. You look at the kitchen to see that it was spotless.*

You: Carlos! Did you do this?

Carlos: Yeah

You: You didn’t have to do this! It’s amazing.

Carlos: Well, you were sick, and I wanted to make you feel better.

You: Carlos! Thank you so much.

*You were going to hug him but as soon as you put your arms out to do so, you pulled them back.*

Carlos: What was that about.

You: Oh, I didn’t want you to get sick.

Carlos: I don’t care. Come here!

*Carlos hugged you tightly. You sat down at the table and you begin to eat the pizza.*

You: damn it.

Carlos: What?! What’s wrong.

You: it’s hot.

Carlos: Well duh.

*You heard a bark in the distance and looked up from your plate. You see Sydney.*

You: Sydney! Carlos I didn’t know you let her in here.

Carlos: I was away from home and she missed me, so I brought her with.

*You scratched Sydney behind the ears, and she licked your hands. You laughed at her. Then washed your hands quick. When you get back to the dinning table, your pizza was gone.*

You: Carlos, did you take my pizza?

Carlos: No

*Carlos smirked at you.*

You: Well, where is it?

*Carlos points at Sydney. She was eating your pizza.*

Carlos: hahaha!!

You: You’re cleaning that up.

Carlos: Fine. I just thought it was funny.

You: well, you had your laugh.

*You went over to the fridge and grabbed the milk and poured it into a glass. Then walked over to Carlos.*

You: now its my turn to laugh.

*You poured it onto Carlos’ head.*

Carlos: Dude!!

You: ahaha!

Carlos: You’re gonna regret it!

*You ran to your room with the little energy you had left. You climb into the bed and wait for Carlos.*

Carlos: You little-

You: Little what? I’m sick.

*You stuck your tongue out at him.*

Carlos: You’re lucky you’re cute.

*You blushed at him. He brought up pizza for you to eat and you two talked for a couple hours. He said he’d stay with you until you fell asleep. It was about ten when you started getting sleepy.*

Carlos: you tired?

You: A bit.

Carlos: Well, I’ll be here.

You: stay the night.

Carlos: what?

You: you heard me. Spend the night here.

Carlos: okay, but where will I sleep? The bathtub?

You: No.

Carlos: The floor?

You: No!

*You patted next to you on the bed.*

Carlos: You want me to sleep in the same bed as you?

You: you say it like you’re ten.

Carlos: You have cooties.

You: Grow up.

Carlos: I’m just kidding! Take a joke.

*You both laugh a little.*

Carlos: I’ll be right back.

You: I’ll be here.

*He left. You didn’t know where he was going. Oh well. You fell asleep. When you woke up, you didn’t feel the best. You looked at the alarm clock, 4:28. You quickly got out of bed and into the bathroom and stood over it. And of course, you threw up.*

Carlos: [YN]! Are you okay?

*You saw Carlos walk into your bathroom.*

Carlos: Hey, are you okay?

You: Yeah, I guess. Wait…

*Carlos moves you quickly back to the toilet and rubbed your back until you finished. When that was over, You crawled back into bed. You noticed Carlos was wearing his pajama’s. He got into the bed next to you and you laid your head on his chest. In the morning, you woke to the smell of bacon. Your favorite breakfast food. You heard footsteps leading to your room. The door opened and Carlos walked in carrying a tray with breakfast on it.*

Carlos: Oh good you’re up.

*You yawn and stretch out your arms.*

You: dude, you didn’t have to do this.

Carlos: I know. But I wanted to. I want you to feel better.

You: Thank you.

*After breakfast, you and Carlos talk for a bit but then he brought up a question.*

Carlos: Hey, [YN], do you like me?

You: Of course. If I didn’t, you wouldn’t be staying here.

Carlos: I think you’re talking about being friends.

You: Yeah.

Carlos: I’m talking about more than friends.

You: Oh.

Carlos: Do you like me like that?

*You remained silent. You really liked him. There was an awkward silence for a few seconds. Carlos looked a little sad.*

Carlos: Uh, forget I asked. Sorry.

*He left the edge of your bed.*

You: Carlos, Carlos come here.

*Carlos walked back over to you. You pulled his shirt towards you and you kissed him.*

Carlos: Wait, I thought you didn’t like me.

You: I never answered.

Carlos: Oh, haha.

*He kissed you. You both had a nice and happy relationship and you both grew old together, and you wouldn’t wish for it any other way.*#

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James Image Story 3

#Imagine, Something scary has just come up in your life. You didn’t know what to do. But you remained in your room. You were crying, which was odd, because you usually don’t. You hear a knocking at your door. It was your boyfriend, James.*

James: hey, [YN]. Are you okay?

*You shake your head, breaking down again, and James rushes over, trying to comfort you, not knowing what happened.*

You: J-James, I d-don’t know what t-to do.

*You rest your head against his shoulder.*

James: [YN]! Tell me what’s wrong!

*You hold up a note from the hospital. He quickly read it.*

James: oh, [YN]. I didn’t know. I thought you’d be happy if something like this would happen.

You: I thought I’d be happy too. But, I-I, just don’t know what to do! There is so much to do! I’m frustrated, a-and I need to pay back my parents for the loan they gave me, and I need to pay the bills for the house, and the cars, and if I go through with this, we might not be able to keep this up.

James: what are you talking about? I have a career of a lifetime! We’ll be able to pay off everything! And you should consider this! It’s a new life experience. Plus I’m with you, each step of the way. [YN], I love you.

You: I love you too, but what if-

James: No “what if’s” You’re not going to put yourself down.

*You nod, and James wipes the tears from your eyes.*

James: If you go through with this, and I hope you do, you’ll be fantastic at it.

*You smile, and hug him. You both look at each other. He kisses you. You smile back at him.*

You: so, what’s for dinner?

*James shrugs and you let out a chuckle. James opens the door to the hall. Three people fall forward into the room. Kendall, Logan, and Carlos.*

James: what are you idiots doing in my house?

Logan: hmm, nothing. Just browsing. How about you?

James: get out get out get out!

*James furiously removes the eavesdropping freaks from your house. You go downstairs into the kitchen. You look through the fridge, and then the freezer. You couldn’t find anything. You look over on the counter to find a chocolate bar. You sit at the kitchen bar set, and eat the chocolate bar. You hear footsteps behind you. It was James.*

James: what are you eating?

You: uh, chocolate. Why?

James: that was for later.

You: oh, I’m sorry.

James: nah, that’s okay.

*James took the other chocolate bar from the counter, and sat down next to you and ate it. You laugh at him.*

James: what?

*You continued to laugh at him.*

James: what?!

You: you have chocolate on your nose! It’s so cute.

James: ah, really?!

You: here, let me get that.

*You pick up the hand rag laying on the counter next to you and clean his face. James laughed as you cleaned his nose. Later that night, you were both watching a movie together, but he fell asleep and you laid your head on his lap. You look up at his face, and you decide to go through with this. You fall asleep with a smile on your face, dreaming of the upcoming events that come with this decision. The next day, you just woke up and you were coming downstairs and you over hear some voices talking in the dining room. You stand near the entrance to hear the conversation. It was the guys.*

James: Well, she’s scared about it. And I am too.

Carlos: don’t leave her if she decides to go through with it.

James: I wouldn’t. I love her.

Kendall: yeah, but this means you’d be leaving her alone with this responsibility when we go on tour again. And filming the show.

James: but, I want to be there for her. I can’t leave her alone. But I can’t quit this amazing job that covers this entire expense.

Logan: Dude, we don’t care what you do. Just make sure that you’re there with her. You’re apart of this.

Kendall: you caused this.

Carlos: just do what you want. But you better not leave her, or we’ll beat your ass.

James: (He chuckles) Yeah. I promise you, I won’t leave her all alone with this.

*You had mixed emotions about what they were talking about. You were happy that he cared about you, but you were unhappy that he’d talk about this behind your back, and that if this didn’t happen, there’d be a chance that he’d leave you, or break up with you. You didn’t know how you felt. You walk in and stand there.*

James [YN], Hi, good morning!

*James came up and kissed you on the cheek, but you pull away.*

James: why’d you pull away?

You: I over heard the conversation.

Carlos: The whole thing.

You: well, the part where James said he’s scared about this.

Kendall: so you didn’t miss much.

*You see James flick Kendall in the head. Kendall mumbled ouch.*

You: are you?

James: what?

You: scared. Are you scared?

James: You know I love you.

*James came up and wrapped his arms around your waist.*

You: no, answer my question.

James: well, of course I’m scared.

You: and?

James: I’m scared! Who wouldn’t be?! I’m scared I’ll never be there for you! I’m scared that your holding a mini me or you inside your stomach! Who wouldn’t be?!

*You smile at him. You knew the truth. You knew he was telling the truth. You kiss him.*

*Over a year later, you gave birth to a girl, Annie. You and James were both married. James’ career with Big Time Rush, came to a close. And James had more time to spend with his family. You couldn’t be happier.*#

 

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