Noyece (Noy-Yeese) walked through the underbrush in the jungle, gnashing her teeth in anger. That Sougee tribe! She thought, They dared murder my father, leader of the whole Mashnen tribe, and then keep me from being leader! Continuing to walk to the residing place of the Sougees, she fumed with even more violent thoughts and ideas. Their chief should die for this. She finally reached their home, where the chief was speaking to his wife.
“Marlop, we should find and punish Masiz for this, before the whole Mashnen tribe attacks. Send out the trackers,” the chief ordered a servant. The servant left to do the chief’s bidding, and Noyece grinned. As she crept towards the servant, she stopped and stayed stock still – a white person was advancing toward her! How? People are black! She ran away, as fast as she could, holding in her scream – hopefully, hopefully it would not see her. John crept up to a cliff, seeing only a dark-skinned man walking away from the largest tent to a smaller one. Listening to the larger tent, he heard a weird language being spoken hurriedly. “Owidns, xa qmnzdg ytrg wrg ezrtqm…” He soon looked up across the gap and saw a girl running away from him, and he shook his head. No-one wants to be near us, he continued crawling, and I do not even think they knew of us, and most still probably do not. He then thought of something, a great idea he thought it was, and ran after the girl like a ghostly shadow. Hurry! The girl fled with all her strength, straining her muscles. She had seen the white being give chase. Blazing through the forest as she was, however, she never saw the hole loom underneath the growth of the jungle. Whoosh! She tumbled into the hole, and the being followed her, slowly climbing down. She tried to escape, but it was not possible. She then saw the being hold out what she could call food, but no, she screamed out of fear, and the being ran off. She then hurried home to report to her mother what was in the jungle.
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It started in a large cavern of Mars, where a large civilized people lived under the surface. On one row of rock seats, on column nineteen, sat a boy. He was about as mature as me, my age of 13, and even white skinned – uncommon for those peoples, who are all shades and hues. He shared a common religion of Christianity, for no space can keep those peoples from hearing His word. He was so like me, he seemed – though you might argue – human. His name was Fiskano Hqoai.
The boy had one major difference that made him not belong, however – he was a mute. Not speaking made him almost an outcast in the Hqoai family, an alien being that does not belong. “Ignore him if he raises his hand, he cannot speak anyway,” the teachers say when – and where – he should not hear. He heard it all, however, for that was the only sense that was abnormally great, though nobody knew or would ever know. He was on a mission to find somewhere he would belong, though it might be a single person group. Searching brought nobody like him to light. He was alone in his own world, words swirling in his head like a trapped blizzard. He could not even grunt, and he thought, what if He forgot to give me vocal chords? It was possible, there were some of the aliens that had no ears, or no nose or eyelids. Does He exist or care? He did not, could not, live like the others, and that brought him to many a different points on the joy scale. I am more unique than others, special, His own child – if He is there. Am I alone? All he wanted was one person that could not speak, as he could not, so that he may not be the only one, as he would have been a very talkative, friendly person – if he could have been. That is selfish to wish it on others, this he knows – but if God gave it, or did not give it, to him, was God not wishing it upon him? This all went through Fiskano’s electric lump in his head they call brains. Now, not that you would dis-believe me, but Fiskano stayed in his own group for a long time, and even learned to write when a writing system emerged into society. He got a family, where he mostly belonged, though parts of him always felt excluded. Sometimes, that is the best that can be done – being in your own group, for searching never helped, family even gets exclusive around you, thinking, “are you an erroneous being?” Written by @Nightly-Knight on Chess.com
Logy sat beside his brother Phillip. It was the 3rd time being sent to the principles office this week. Logy was 9 and Phillip was 12. Apparently the two had yet again disturbed security. The year was 4066, Logy enjoyed learning, unlike Phillip who enjoyed getting into mischief. He smiled as he remembered the incident with the car a few years back. “Logy and Phillip Hurter.” the Principle bellowed from in his office. The two timidly stood up and marched in, Logy in front of Phillip. “I was only walking along down Hall A and this guy in the black security suit appeared in front of me and I bumped him. I did nothing wrong.” Logy blurted out. “That’s what happened to me, too!” Phillip replied. Logy was the more talkative of the two and would have gone on for a minute describing the account of what had happened. “This is the third time you disturbed security.” Mr. Felsh, the principle, said. “3 strikes and you are out, remember?” Both boys looked at the floor. Mr. Felsh scribbled on a sticky note and handed it to Phillip. “I am sending you two home. You can come again next week if you are not going to cause ruckus in the school property.” Phillip looked at the note. It read: Very bad boys. They are excommunicated from school until Monday morning “Give that to whichever parent is more strict.” Mr. Felsh said as he waved them away. Logy and Phillip turned and walked sullenly out of the office. This time Phillip going out first, followed by Logy. “I bet it was a setup.” Logy said. “Shut up, stupid.” Phillip growled. “You aren’t even 10 yet, how could you understand?” “What should we do now?” Logy asked. “Well, let’s take the longest way out of the school.” “Hall A, then?” Logy asked. Phillip nodded. Hall A was deserted, unlike it had been when Logy and Phillip had bumped into a security guard. It was a big coincidence, Logy thought, that both he and Phillip would bump into a security at the same moment on opposite ends of the hall. “Are you scared of it?” Phillip asked. Logy shook his head, “no, but we did run into security 3 times this past week in that one hallway.” Phillip smiled at his younger brother, “where did you learn superstition?” He asked. The two boys walked slowly along the hall. It was scary with no people to liven it up. They walked towards the exit doors on the other side. The hall seemed to become longer the farther they walked. Logy felt small and weak, something was going on in this place. “We must have been walking for an hour.” Phillip gasped and stopped to catch his breath. “I’ve never taken this long to get to the other end before.” “We aren’t at the other end yet.” Logy pointed out. Phillip looked up and saw that he was still a great distance from the other end of the hall. “I suggests we take Hall C.” Logy said with a wry grin. “I agree, let’s get out of this place, it’s spooky.” Phillip turned around and started running towards the end of the hall they had first come in. Phillip stopped suddenly as his vision was suddenly filled with black. His face hit the black and he fell over backwards. After glancing at Logy to his left he found that he had also run into something and had fallen back. The two boys looked up and two large security guards stood in front of them. Both wearing sunglasses and huge black security suits. They didn’t look too happy. “To the office, now!” one bellowed angrilly. “But...”Phillip trailed off. “Where were you?” Logy asked as the two stood up. “I was standing right here when you blundered into me.” the other security replied evenly. “And, I might add,” the other guard added. “We are supposed to be in the halls during classes waiting for sneaks like you two. Logy and Phillip began walking towards the office again when one (or both) of the security began roaring with laughter. The brothers shot their heads around and stared in confusion. “Where did they go?” Logy asked. “How am I supposed to know?” Phillip growled angrily. “We better report this.” Logy suggested. “At least Mr. Felsh won’t be as mad at us if we have something interesting to share.” “Or he will have us flogged for making up stupid stories.” Phillip mused. “If we ever get out of this hall.” Logy added. Phillip and Logy ran for a couple minutes but the more they ran, the more they walked the end of the hallway never came any closer. Logy looked over his shoulder and the exit seemed to be just as far away as it had been when they bumped into the security. “You’ll have to admit that something is going on.” Logy gasped as they stopped running and slowed to a walk once again. Phillip stopped and sat down on a convenient bench. He opened his backpack and pulled out his water bottle. “Since we are stranded in Hall A I guess we can at least be stranded in luxury.” Phillip announced. Logy sat down beside him and drunk half of his water bottle in one gulp. “Don’t do that.” Phillip said slapping his brother in the back. “Drink slowly and only a little at a time. Who knows how long we are going to be here.” They sat in silence for some time, both looking at the floor. A deserted school hallway was kind of creepy when there by yourself. Logy was glad he at least had a grouchy brother along on the adventure. “When do you think this curse is lifted?” Logy asked. “It’s not a curse!” Phillip screamed and regretted raising his voice. The sound echoed down the hallway in a spooky way. Logy shrunk himself onto the bench, scared of the noise. “What are you two doing?” an angry voice squealed. The two shot to their feet in an instance. One of the teachers had come to see what the noise was and it had to be Mrs. Felsh, the principle’s wife. She was the 1st grade teacher and Hall A contained Preschool and 1st grade in it. Mrs. Felsh approached them with annoyed expression. “What are you two doing here?” she asked. “Shouldn’t you be in class?” Phillip and Logy exchanged glances then Logy replied, “We seem to be stuck in this hall, teacher. We were trying to get to the principle’s office but the hallway never seems to end.” “I’ll show you!” Mrs. Felsh screeched. She grabbed both boy’s arms and rushed towards the other end of the hall. “I’ll take you to Mr. Felsh myself.” Logy didn’t fight the old lady. She had a strong grip on his arm and as he bounced along the hall all he could do was try to loosen the grip to get blood circulating to his hand once again. Surprisingly Mrs. Felsh marched for a good 10 minutes before stopping, out of breath. She released her grip on the boys and glanced back in confusion. “I don’t know what spell you’ve put on me, but I’d say that we are in the same place we started.” “Or the hall just got longer.” Logy suggested with a smile. “You see, your classroom is way down there.” Mrs. Felsh opened her mouth but nothing came out. She stood with her mouth open staring towards the end of the Hall. Mr. Felsh’s office was along Hall F which ran perpendicular to hall A. “Why don’t you go back to your classroom?” Logy said. “Your students are going to be worried.” Mrs. Felsh rounded on Logy with a flash of rage. “Get out of this building you wretch!” She then turned and rushed to he classroom, he nose in the air. “Let’s walk towards the exit.” Phillip said once Mrs. Felsh was out of sight. “We are bound to reach their in at least 10 years.” After about 20 minutes more of walking the boys began to sweat. It wasn’t cold in the hall, but after walking and running for so long they were growing tired and slowing. I’ll do anything to get out of this hall.” Phillip cried. “Even give this note to Dad.” “If we reach the end in less than a minute I will tell Dad myself what happened.” Logy said desperately. They didn’t reach it in the next minute. The Bell rang and children swarmed out of classrooms on either side of the hall. Logy and Phillip had to dodge paper airplanes coming their way and wads of gum being thrown around. Logy smashed into a 6 year old who fell over backwards and started screaming, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Come on, Logy!” Phillip called. There was a sense of surprise and happiness in his voice. Logy was staring at the boy, wondering what his punishment would be. He looked up and gasped. The exit of the building was right in front of them. They had finally made it! “Let’s get out of here!” Logy exclaimed happily. He felt like he had suddenly accomplished an impossible feat. Before they could go out a hand grabbed them both on the shoulder. They both gasped in surprise and turned to see Mrs. Felsh looking compassionately at them. “Don’t speak of what happened here today.” She told them. “There was a power at work beyond any of us going on. I won’t report you for hurting that kid either. Go home now, you had enough stress in one day.” Phillip and Logy nodded appreciatively. They turned and walked out of the school. |
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