Little Girl (I couldn't think of anything to write, so this is the short ending.) (Part 4) Today was my first day at Michigan High. At first, I couldn't find Mary, but after about an hour of waiting, there she was. With a short black skirt and blue T-shirt. It wasn't long before her eyes met mine. At first, she looked happy, then angry, very angry. She marched over to me and grabbed my arm, dragging me into the janitors closet behind me. "What's the big idea?" I sniffed the musty air. "Mike, you can't be here. You'll blow my cover." "No I won't! I swear!" I pondered what horrible thing she would do to me. I felt cold metal at my neck, then a slight tingling sensation. A sudden light blinded my eyes as I was thrown back out into the crowded hallway. As my eyes adjusted, I noticed every pair of eyes on me. I threw my hand to my neck, bringing it away soaked in thick black blood. I quickly healed it without thinking. "He-he's a-a- a VAMPIRE!" Someone shouted from the crowd. The sea of teenagers mobbed me before I could run away. I felt fists at my rib cadge, and fingers pulling my hair. Then I heard her, Mary. She was in my head again, reading my mind and speaking to me. "I may have lied." She began, "a vampire can't kill another vampire, but angry villagers can." She laughed an innocent laugh. Then her voice was replaced by shouting and the sharp jabbing of pencils. Or, if you must call them, tiny wooden stakes. Finally, for the last time, my world had gone dark again...

Little Girl (Part 3) I stared into the glassy eyes of Mary. Mary who attempted to kill me, Mary who ran through the halls like a little angel, Mary who once was a doll. "You." She repeated. "I want you, Mike." I took a step back. She smiled a crooked and jagged grin. "I want my knife back now." Mary held her hand out and slowly stepped toward me. I could tell she was about to pounce like a cat, and eat the mouse whole... "Back!" I jabbed the knife at her. She put her arms up and pretended to be scared, but she continued to walk closer. "I said back!" I was shouting. "I can do more magic than potato bags you know, I've been practicing as my time of a doll." Mary flicked her wrist and the door behind me closed and locked. Oh no, I thought as the knife in my hand began to vibrate and pull. "No!" I pulled back as hard as I could on the knife, but it slipped out of my hand like a drop of water out of a faucet. "Now." Mary said calmly, examining her knife, "let the fun begin." Suddenly, before I could blink, the knife was stuck in the door, maybe only two inches from my head. "There is no escaping, Mike." "You think I don't know that? I remember the school basement, where you stabbed me and cut me. I remember everything." "Well do you remember how old I was?" I thought for a second. "Seven, right?" She threw the knife again, but I ducked and missed it. "Who knows," she laughed, "it was a lie!" I was scared to ask her real age, but part of me had to know. "How old are you? Really?" "Um... About...7092 or 93, who cares anyway. I'm gonna be here for your great great grand kids. And maybe even theirs." "What are you?" I was shaking but I hoped it wasn't noticeable. "Isn't it obvious?" Her white dress suddenly turned as black as night. "A vampire." She said after I didn't answer. "How did I not know that?" I sighed, prepared to die on the spot. "That is how you got to where I was so fast, why you like it when I bleed, but one thing I don't get," I dodged another knife,"why me?" "Do you know what kind of blood you have?" She took a step closer. "No." I said. She frowned and looked me in the eye. "Liar." "I'm not lying!" She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "-AB, isn't it?" "So?" I gave up. "So, it's rare, and tastes amazing." "How did you know that, not about the taste, but my blood?" "I'm kinda rare myself. I can read thoughts and see into some parts of the future. But only for a second or two." She lunged at me, biting my arm. "Ow!" I screamed. She licked the blood off her lips. "Mike! Mike! Are you okay, Mike?" My parents were screaming at the door. I didn't feel like answering. "I'm not a blood donor! You can't have my blood! I need it!" I shouted at Mary. "No, but soon you'll be doing what I do. Drinking that fine red liquid." "Never!" My finger nails grew long and sharp, Sharp teeth sprouted from my gums. I grew pale and my dark hair turned black. "I--won't!" I shouted and struggled to keep hold of my true self. "It's no use struggling. That will just make the toxin move through the veins faster." Mary tucked the knife away so it wasn't visible. I gasped for air as I realized she was right. I calmly walked over to Maggie's bed and sat on the comforter. I looked at my feet and watched as my tan skin got cold and almost albino white. I turned my attention to Mary. She looked taller now, about my age. "It will be over soon." She looked slightly sad toward my discomfort. "Look," a smile spread across her face as she pulled up my bloody wrist. "Isn't that kinda cool." My eyes grew wide. There were no marks or blood or anything. Just a layer of thin pale skin. I laughed at how scared I was. Just then I truly looked up into Mary's eyes. She was beautiful dark hair and pale, like me, but her eyes, oh her eyes. They were deep sea green with a tiny hint of brown. And her lips a soft pink that curled slightly into an amazing smile. I smiled back at her and realized immediately that I was about to kiss her. No, I thought, I hate Mary, she tried to kill me after all, but she is so pretty. I realized she was reading my thoughts when I saw her expression. She laughed. "That's another reason I chose you, Mike." "Why?" I asked. "Because, silly, your really funny, and you can't run just quite yet." She laughed again and in an instant Maggie's window was open and Mary was floating outside. "I'll see you soon. I go to Michigan High. Weird for a vampire. But just remember, whoever created you, can kill you." She laughed once more and was gone. Leaving me to do what I thought I should. Transfer to Michigan High. But I guess, she might kill me. Oh well.

Little Girl (part 2) I woke up what seemed like hours later. I had been tied to a metal table with some kind of strong wiring. "What is this?" I gasped. My throat was dry and raspy. I needed water. Behind the pile of boxes in front of me, I could hear whistling. No, I thought, Mary is coming back. Remembering where I was and who put me here, I grew more and more frightened as the whistling got closer. Now I could here them turning the corner. But it wasn't Mary. Mary was in a corner of boxes, as #lifeless as an oversized doll. "This can't possible get weirder." I groaned. "What can- Oh my goodness! What happened to ya boy? Why do ya have a Dollie down here with ya? Why do- let me help you up." It was the janitor of the school, probably coming down for more potatoes or putting his mop away. The mop lay on the floor next to Mary. "Hey! I know you!" The janitor yelled at me. "Yer that missing kid, uh, Mike? Mitchell maybe?" "No, it's Mike. What do you mean missing? I came down here on Friday after school." "Sorry to burst yer bubble, boy. It's Tuesday." "I've been missing for four days!?" "Yep! Yer papa and ma are gonna be screaming with joy when they see you! Oh and do ya have a little sis, one that still plays with dollies. Cause I don't want that creepy thing down here." He gestured to Mary. "Are you sure that's a doll?" "Ha, yeah. It's a little big but I'm gonna send it home with ya anyway." The janitor picked up the "doll" and knocked on its head. It was hollow and felt like plastic. The eyes are what bugged me. Not the knife that was on its lap or the mouth that seemed to whisper, shhh. It was the cold black #lifeless eyes. A shiver ran down my back and an icy hand of a breeze carried it back up. "Come on, Mike! Yer parents are waiting!" The janitor leaped through the door, Mary in hand. I untied the food he forgot to and started toward the door, alone. From behind me, I heard something or someone. The thing said "Goodbye, Mike. We can play later. I will love meeting your family." A small giggle came after. I whipped around and saw no one. No tip of a white dress disappear behind a corner, no little hand. Just a sharp glistening knife, laying in the middle of the floor. "You comin'?" The janitors deep voice called from the stairs. "Ya, one sec." I bent over and picked up the knife. It was warm and felt soothing on my could rough skin. I couldn't help but smile as I ran to the stairs. I climbed them happily and thanked the janitor. I was about to leave the school when he stopped me. Without a word he handed me the doll's hand. It was #lifeless and cold. No heart beat and a smile that said, sorry. I didn't care. I would never let Maggie play with the beast that almost killed me. "One more question, Mike." "Yeah?" I turned to the janitor. "Why do you have cuts all up and down you. Your arms your cheek, and that nasty gash on your leg. Yer limping like a mad man!" I looked down at the doll and up at him again. "Why do you think?" I smiled and he looked at the doll, fear in his eyes. "It did all that to you?" "Not it, her. Her name is Mary, and---yes." I laughed and walked out the door. I trotted the whole mile home and walked inside. My mom was crying of coarse, and my dad was comforting her. Maggie was first to see me. "Mikey!" She shouted. Then my parents looked up. My mom tried to laugh through her tears and my father ran to the first aid kit. He bandaged my "boo boo" and let my mom finally hug me. Just now Maggie noticed the doll in my arms. "Dollie!" She shouted and ran to it. "Um..." I looked down at Mary's face. The eyes were closed and she was as cold as ever. I handed her over and Maggie laughed and played on the floor near our feet. After dinner and a "summarized" story of what happened, my parents put Maggie to bed. I hobbled into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. Next I went to my bedroom, took off my shirt and crawled into the warm sheets and comforters. I fell into a deep sleep. A few hours later I woke up to a slight tugging at my sheet. I thought it was Mary so before I opened my eyes I pulled the knife out of my pocket. I was facing my window, not the rest of the room so when I opened my eyes I saw the clear sky of midnight. I rolled over and looked into the face of s sad young girl. But it wasn't Mary, it was Maggie. "Hey, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" I slipped the knife into my pocket. "The doll." She whispered, "it came alive. It's in my room and it woke me up." I pulled the knife out of my pocket again and told Maggie to stay in my room. I crept into the hall and then into Maggie's room. The pink walls and flowers were comforting to me, but the. I saw Mary. she was searching through my sisters things. I slowly walked over to her. halfway across the room, a floorboard creaked. "Hello, Mike. long time no see." she said. Mary turned around and I saw her face. It frightened me, bringing back memories of when she chased me through the basement of my school. "what do you want?" I held up the knife to protect me. "You."

One Dozen Roses Part one 1692---Salem, Massachusetts "Kill the witch! She will kill us all!" A random woman screeched. Margret Helprenze was tied to a wooden pole as rocks were stuffed into her pockets. "Please!" She cried, "I didn't do anything!" Now two soldiers were dragging her toward the river at the edge of town. "Please, don't do this! Mother! Father! Help!" Her parents stood in the crowd, mother weeping, and father starring but still on the verge of tears. Margret's eyes drifted to the bridge behind the mob. She saw the "witches" hanging #lifeless. She felt the cold water around her ankles, she began to scream. "Wait!" She heard from the crowd. A boy came out, about her age. "Stop!" He said, "I will watch over her, if she kills me, you can kill her. But not until then." The soldiers, stopped and took Margret out of the water and handed her to the boy. He tied up her hands and took her to his small house. "My name is Daniel Farsworth." He said as they entered the house. He closed the door and untied her hands. "And I'm going to help you escape. I've met your parents and we shall go get food tonight before we leave. I have a two horses, we leave at midnight." "Thank you, Daniel. I won't hurt you." Margret smiled. "I don't believe in witches." He started to pack his bags. "You should..." At midnight that night, Daniel took Margret to see her parents. "My baby!" Her mother smiled through her waterfall of tears. "Stay safe my darling, we shall miss you very much." She stepped back to let the father hug their baby girl. H whispered something in her ear that made Margret's face turn grey. "I love you." He said. "I love you too!" Margret said in a raspy voice. Daniel was looking out the window when he saw the soldiers approach his house. "Time to go, Margret." He pulled her away from her parents and dragged her outside. Daniel threw Margret on his large black horse. Then he jumped onto the brown one in front. "He-ya!" He kicked his horse and they were off, into the forest. Later, once they had rode deep into the dark forest, they began to make camp. The next morning Daniel and Margret were off again. "Where are we going?" Margret asked. "There is a castle, broken down and abandon, you should be safe there." "But when will we get there?" "At the most, tomorrow, at least, two hours." Daniel kicked his horse and sprinted through the dark forest. Margret wished to know more, so she quickly tried to follow. A half an hour later, Margret had caught up to him. He was sitting on his horse, gazing over a small rope bridge. Some of the planks were missing and it swayed in the small breeze. He looked scared. Daniel hopped off the horse and tied it to a tree, then motioned for Margret to do the same. "The horses can't go over this bridge, a witch has to. This will let me know if you a witch or not, maybe. Sometimes, you can't be sure." Margret stepped gingerly onto the bridge, she felt a sharp hot pain on her arm, but neglected to tell Daniel. When Margret was halfway across, Daniel started slowly moving toward her. When both people were across, they started to walk again. Margret could see the castle on top of a cliff, but more forest lay in their path. Daniel looked confident enough to her, why should anything go wrong. The farther she stepped into the forest, the worse the burn became. Suddenly, Margret could hear voices, voices that sounded angry, voices telling her to go back. "Do you hear that?" She asked Daniel. He looked at her with a worried face, "No." He said and continued walking. One hour later they were walking on the rubble of the fallen castle. The burn was so great Margret couldn't walk. She told Daniel to go on while she rested. He happily marched into the castle. Margret sat on a large grey boulder and pulled up her sleeve. She saw burns up and down her arm. They spelled words, but she couldn't let Daniel hear her, so she kept to herself. Inside the castle was walls on top of walls of paintings. Beautiful bookshelves filled with ancient scrolls and documents about witches. Illustrations of dark magic surrounded Margret and Daniel. No matter how much Daniel wanted to admire the fantastical art, Margret dragged him into one last room. Pillars of grey stone, pictures of witches and curses, and an unharmed glass ceiling. The floor in the center of the room had a large yellow circle with a star in the middle. Each of the five points led to a different symbol. Margret lunged across the room amazed at the wonderous things. The second she stepped into the center of the star she fell limp and cold. Daniel rushed to her but an invisible force stopped him from entering the circle. Margret's sleeves rolled up her arms and allowed Daniel to see the words. "Witch." He gasped. Margret's skin cracked and turned grey, her brown hair turned black and her eyes rolled into her head. She slowly raised her arms and black creatures with skulls for faces formed out of each symbol on the star. The glass ceiling shattered and the pillars cracked and fell. The star that imprisoned the witches turned black. Burt pieces of paper flew from the walls and made a wind tunnel around Margret. The creatures raised into the sky and plunged down at Daniel. He took out his sword and raised it above his head. Suddenly, before the monsters could reach him, he saw a white scroll flutter past him into the tornado of darkness. On the paper he managed to see the words kill and witch. Daniel jumped into the dark tornado and fought for the scroll. The closer he got to the witch the louder he heard her curses. Daniel pushed through the tunnel and saw Margret. She was now screaming her words, and swaying her arms violently. The paper was below her feet and Daniel could almost reach it. Margret was facing away from him and he could barley see the words. "Witch! Witch! Go back to where you came from!" He read, "Go back to the fire of the underworld! Leave our peaceful home for the words of god, and all things holy, I send you down through earth! You shall not rule here, I will-" Margret began to shriek. She turned and lifted her hand toward his neck. A force was choking him and the burns in her flesh grew deeper with every word. She threw him back against one of the pillars and waited for the creatures to kill him. Daniel saw the dark wings then the skull, and the hideousness creatures were on him. Digging into his fleash with their talons. The spiked tails swung wildly in the air and Daniel could almost reach his sword. When he jumped into the wind tunnel, he knocked over a vase of holy water and now his dagger lay in the puldle.water, where his sword now soaked. daniels fingers barley brushed the leather handle and slowly inched toward the main grip. As soon as he got his hand sturdily around it, he practically threw the sword at the creature on top of him. a when the sword struck the beasts body, it fell to the ground, but it wasnt a creature any more, it was a pile of ashes. now he knew how to defeat themdaniel wuickly got to his feet and started attacking more and more creatures. he could hear margret screaming inside her pile of as he threw the sword at the first beast. as the beast fell to the ground, but was no longer a creature, it was a pile of ashes. now he knew how to kill them. Quickly Daniel got to his feet and started killing the other creatures. Soon it was just him and the witch. sorry if there are random words at the end, my ipad isnt working right.witch.ashes.beast.thbeastgrip.Their spiked tawildly. Daniel jumped into the dark wind and

No one Else (part 2) Sophie gazed up at the cabin. It looked sturdy enough to her. She loved living in California. She thought it was so beautiful and perfect in every little way. "We have a cherry tree, peaches, watermelon by the creek and lemon trees. Oh, I forgot the grapes, do you like grapes?" Jordan asked. "I love grapes!" Sophie jumped up and down. "Lets go inside, we can't go out after dark, IT will find us." Jordan looked at the ground. "What is IT?" "IT, Sparky, Killer. Whatever you want to call it." He hurried into the cabin. Sophie followed, admiring the wonderful plants. For once in her #life, she felt calm and peaceful. Three hours later, after Jordan showed Sophie the cabin, it became very dark. Jordan bolted the door shut and barred up the windows. Sophie could hear wolves howling outside the cabin. "I didn't know there were wolves in this part of California." "That's the thing--there aren't." Sophie got scared, she was only in third grade. "What is it then." Sophie was shaking. "Can't remember. I've tried too hard to forget. At night I dream about the sharp teeth. Next the fur, dark as night, claws as sharp as knifes, and eyes-red as blood." "You seem scared, why?" Jordan lifted his sleeve and showed Sophie the purple scar that would forever be on his arm. Sophie winced. "Ow." "Yeah, pretty gross." Sophie laughed half heartedly, "Yeah." The next morning Sophie went out much earlier that Jordan. She was outside picking grapes hours before he woke up. Sophie saw large footprints from the thing that circled the cabin. One trail led up onto a hill overlooking her window. The other led into the woods. "It was watching me?" She whispered. Sophie grew angry with the beast. She knew that Jordan slept with a dagger, so she snuck into his room and took it. Sophie was going to look for IT... Twenty-five minutes later, Sophie noticed the tracks end in front of a large cave. Around the cave, she could see missing bark on some of the trees along with animal blood and scratches. Fur was lying around the ground and in some of the trees. Sophie cautiously stepped into the cave. She heard growling in front of her, then saw the two red eyes and felt the steamy breath on her face. "I'm not scared!" Sophie shouted when she saw the whole body. It was black, as Jordan described, also the sharp teeth and long claws. Sophie was actually very scared. She was shaking very much but would stand her ground no matter what happens. The thing lunged at her, Sophie's only defense was the knife. She held it up and closed her eyes. Meanwhile Jordan had woke up and was now searching frantically for Sophie. "Sophie!" He shouted. "Oh, no!" He saw her small footprints leading to the cave. "It will kill her!" He dashed into the forest and within ten minutes he was at the cave. "Sophie!" He shouted, "Where are you!" Jordan walked into the cave, immediately stepping in a large puddle of still warm blood. He saw the beasts' footprints made of blood exiting the cave. Sophie's prints were no where to be seen. Jordan knelt down in the blood and started to cry. He heard someone walk up in front of him. He looked up prepared for IT to eat him on the spot. But it wasn't the thing, it was Sophie...