Ancient history can be a bit boring. Not in my line of work. I am a descendent of a great royal bloodline. Of course this would mean nothing in modern times because our kingdom was forgotten. We lived in the Amazon rainforest. When modern society weaved its way through our culture, we became extinct. Now it is up to me to retrieve all that was stolen. Our most prized heirloom. The Jaguar Fang. Somehow it made its way to a history museum in New York City. The vents were musty and gross as I climbed through them. I opened the grate that was just inside the case. I looked down. The guards wouldn’t stroll by here for another fifteen minutes. I had to act fast. I connected a wire to the vent grate and again to my belt. I climbed down silently. The Jaguar Fang shone dimly. I was about to grab it when I caught a glimpse of the history behind the stand. The paragraphs covered almost everything I had learned. Suddenly I heard whistling. I climbed back up into the vent, and screwed the metal plate back over the wires. Maybe our people weren’t completely forgotten after all.
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Meela Ward
A crazy dragon nerd, and a huge fantasy geek with quite the imagination. She has a big passion for writing and animating.
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The Silver Box
Max open the door to Mother’s room. He began to search. He knew it was there somewhere. He didn’t have much time. He couldn’t afford to be caught. He searched drawers and shelves. There was no sign of it. His two little sisters were depending on him. He checked in the bedside table. Nothing. His mind was full of anxiety. Maybe it was in the closet. He tiptoed over to the closet doors and opened them. Only clothes. He left the doors open. He began to double check the drawers again when he heard real footsteps. Panic raced his heart. He frantically dove under the bed. When he did so he happened to catch a glimpse of something silver. In the closet was the silver box. He found it. The footsteps grew louder. He scurried across the floor and grabbed the box. He closed the closet doors . His mother came in and went to her dresser. He saw this as his chance. While her back was turned, he ran out of the room as silently as he could. He rushed into his room where his sisters were waiting. He opened the box. All of the leftover Easter candy shimmered.
By Meela Ward3 years ago in Fiction
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)6 days ago in Fiction
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Amazing one