Kele Ana's Stories

Stump the Stovohobo Challenge

2008-02-24T02:58:15Z

If a tree falls in the middle of a forest, and there’s no one around to hear it, does it make a sound?

Beautiful Baby Girl

2008-02-24T02:43:33Z

“Alaia, that’s such a pretty name,” the mother said to her newborn baby daughter. “Her name will be Alaia Rae Stevenson.”

“Such a beautiful name for a beautiful baby girl,” said the father as he looked down at his child. “I can’t believe I’m the father of something so wonderful.”

The father placed his callused hand on his baby girl’s head, smiling down at her small body and large gray eyes. She had a little tuft of hair poking out from where his hand was, and her tiny little fingers reached up to touch his arm. She was quiet, very quiet for being a newborn, which usually cried when entering this world. The father removed his hand and kissed his wife on her forehead.

The mother’s curly brown hair was damp from giving birth, and her body was very weak from the shock of pain it experienced. Her tired blue eyes gazed lovingly and she kissed her daughter with her pale pink lips.

Swing away

2007-07-17T04:06:30Z

“What’s wrong?” Ben asked, pushing her once more.

“Nothing,” was her only reply.

“Come on, something has to be wrong for you to give me such short answers.”

He pushed the swing again and suddenly, it came back down without her on it. Ben laughed and called her name, Elizabeth, to the tree. He figured she had swung onto one of the branches and decided to hide up there.

Elizabeth opened her eyes and realized she was in a forest full of maple and oak trees. Their branches hung down, hiding the sky and only allowing pieces of sunlight to reach down and grace her skin. Would anyone remember her? Would they worry that she had gone? Where was she?

“What’s wrong?” a distant voice asked.

“Nothing,” was her only reply.

Devil Dead or Young?

2007-06-14T06:01:03Z

“Um, who are you?” I asked the young man.

“I’m Devil,” the man replied.

This can’t be Devil, I thought. Devil’s an old man, not a young guy…who’s actually pretty cute..wait, what am I thinking?

We stood there for a moment, the musty smell wafting out the door. The young Devil looked at me, probably contemplating his thoughts, while I sat there in wonder. How did he become young again?

“Um, what’s that smell?” I asked, cringing at the odor.

“Oh, I tried to cook…It didn’t exactly work,” Devil replied, looking back towards the foggy kitchen.

“Uhm, do you need help?” I asked, trying to be polite.

“You ask a lot of questions,” Devil said with a smile. “But yeah, I could use some help.”

I followed him inside the apartment, the first time I had ever stepped into Devil’s domain.

What would I find, now that I was inside?

The Healer Part II

2007-06-05T08:37:31Z

The glowing light receded almost as instantly as it had come. The girl stood there in complete shock, her mouth still dropped open in a screaming stance. A second flew by and the body of her love below twitched. Another second later, his eyes blinked open, the dried up blood on his bare chest gone.

He rose up, propping himself on his elbows, looking around the room in wonder. Tyr stepped backward, closing her mouth and turning to run. But Khyl (pronounced Kyle) stopped her, his large hand reaching out to feel her touch as though for the first time. Tyr turned her head, walked back to Khyl, and wrapped her arms around him, sobbing uncontrollably.

A nurse outside heard the sobbing sounds, walking into the room curiously. Her lipstick covered mouth opened and screamed, her voice echoing in the hospital. One of the doctors came running down the brightly lit hallway, his white coat billowing behind him, barging into the room.

He instantly fainted, toppling to the floor in a painful heap.

The Healer

2007-05-31T02:03:37Z

Darkness swept over her like an ocean wave, drowning her completely in her sorrow. Her molten gold and silver hair shined brightly in the moonlight, spilling over her shoulders. Her dark eyes were facing downward. Fresh sparkling tears glinting like stars upon her cheeks.

Unfortunately for this girl, her troubles were far from being over. She would soon be getting a call from the hospital telling her that her one true love was deceased. That night we would cry harder than she ever had before. She would go to the hospital to see her love before the doctors stowed him away.

But then something would happen, something this girl would never, ever forget. She would place her hands on his chest, tears filling her eyes once more, praying beyond hope that he would come alive again. Her hands would glow a bright blue color, blinding her eyes and engulfing her love. She would scream, opening her mouth in horror, no one hearing her cries.

And this is where our story begins.

The Dark Mage

2007-05-20T05:49:08Z

Lost in the darkness of my own home, left to be murdered by the notorious Dark Mage. His eyes, red like fire; his skin, white as snow; his body, frail and weak; his strength, undeniable. He did not look well, but inside him was a man of health and invulnerability.

And I was going to be murdered by him.

The Dark Mage was rutheless, left by his parents at a young age, abandoned as a small child. His anger was fierce and his murders were quick. I had no choice but to stay in my home; his eyes could follow me everywhere I went, his image burned into my thoughts.

No one could help me, so I was left alone, helpless and frightened. I didn’t know what to do, to kill myself right then, or to be killed by him later. Inside I knew that I could not do the first choice, for he would know, then resurrect me and kill me himself. To die twice would be utter toture.

So I sat down, wandering endlessly in the abyss of my thoughts. Sooner or later he would arrive, hooded and unseen.

And I was going to be murdered by him.

The Midway Scandal

2007-05-17T00:26:29Z

The cart shifted again, jerking me away from Travis. I closed my eyes shut, the fear of heights creeping up on me. Then I felt something lay across my shoulders.

I opened my eyes a tiny bit and saw that Travis had put his arm around me, and the cage shifted once more. Now we were getting closer to the ground. I didn’t want the moment to end, I wanted to kiss him again, feel his lips upon mine. It was a wonderful feeling, and I would do anything to have it again.

I turned a little in my seat so that I was facing Travis. I kept my eyes open and upon him, never looking at the ground. He felt my gaze and turned his head, his jade green eyes sparkling again. Slowly he came nearer, the cart moved again, and he kissed me. It felt so wonderful and relaxing, just to sit there in the cart and have him kiss me. I never wanted the moment to end.

As we were leaving, Travis stopped in his tracks. His eyes grew wide, and another woman walked right up to him, a golden ring on her finger.

Travis was married.

The Cheater's Date

2007-05-13T04:25:07Z

I decided to say yes to his invitation. Maybe he had changed, I thought. I doubted my own thoughts. But I went on the date.
Again.
I got ready that night and he picked me up in his blue Cadillac at 8 o’ clock. We went to dinner in a nice little restaurant with dim lights and soft music.
As we sat and talked she came. Her voice softer than silk, skin smoother than a baby’s, hair molten gold, beauty beyond belief.
I sat there in shock, hurting on the inside, smiling on the out. I couldn’t believe this was the only reason he had brought me here.
I gawked at her appearance, and she turned to look at me, sitting down in the small wooden chair, smirking. Words I had thought of to say disappeared before they could exit my mouth.
Not again, I thought desperately. I don’t want to go through this again with him. Please, something happen to get me out of here.
And that something came soon after.

She lives in the mirror 2

2007-04-20T01:30:04Z

Sadly, they didn’t find the chance. She kept walking past them, unaware of their penetrating gazes, only keen on getting out of the club. Her handbag swayed with her stride and her shiny curly hair bounced up and down as she exited.
The New York street was crowded with people, all hurrying to get home. The girl’s only concern was to get home to her apartment as fast as possible. She passed a large window of a tattoo parlor, and immediately stopped, horrified at her reflection.
What appeared to be her reflection was now contorted with complete ugliness. Her hair was tangled in knots, her outfit looked as though someone buried it in the dirt, and her handbag was ripped, revealing unwanted things.
The girl looked down at her handbag in horror, then realized it was perfectly fine. She touched her hair, looking down at her clothes, and noticed that they too, were perfect. She looked up with a frown.

Her reflection looked back at her with a toothy smile.

Sing to me

2007-04-03T04:44:23Z

“Aw, why won’t you sing to me?”
“Because I don’t want to.”
“Why, are you scared?”
”...Yes.”
“Why are you scared? You don’t need to be scared of me I’m not going to say anything bad.”
“I’m just really nervous that’s all.”
“Aw, come one, just sing. Stop being stubborn.”
“Mmffgg.”
“Come on, you have to get over your fear of singing to me sometime. Why don’t you just get it done and over with?”
“Alright…fine. What do you want me to sing, though?”
“Sing me a lullaby….sing me Rock-a-by-baby.”
“Ok…Rock-a-by-baby, on the tree top, when the wind blows, the cradle will rock, when the bough breaks, the cradle will fall, and down will come baby, cradle and all…”
“Oh my gosh, that was really good! You should sing more you’re really good at it.”
“Thanks. I’m finally glad I sang to you.”
“Now you don’t have to worry about that fear anymore and you can sing to me whenever you want.”

Dinner died a long time ago

2007-03-24T19:30:25Z

“So what do we do now?”
“I don’t know, throw it out!”
“I can’t, look at it, it’s coming toward me with it’s teeth bared.”
“SO?? Do something!”
“What am I supposed to do? You’re the one who bought a zombie rabbit!”
“Well how was I going to know! Just kill it, throw it out, I don’t care just get it out of here!”
“Why don’t we just get out of here? I’m not going to touch that thing, not since it keeps coming towards me, dragging itself across the floor—”
“Just stop! Fine then let’s get out of here before it gets to us!”
“Oh, God, look now it’s standing up! Why don’t you kick it out the door?!”
“I’m not going to touch that damn thing!”
“Oh, great, it isn’t moving anymore.”
“Really? Then hurry up and skin it so we can cook it for the people! Hurry before everyone knows what we’re doing!”
“Alright if you say so. Let’s just hope that no one becomes zombies after they eat it.”

I found a treasure map

2007-03-24T07:13:24Z

I stared out the window of the dingy classroom while the teacher called out names. Countless times I had stared out this window, each time wondering how in the world I was going to get out of here.

“Angelina,” the teacher called, looking up and around. “Angelina, are you here?”

“Yes, I’m here,” I said, turning my gaze upon her.

“What’s your last name, Angelina?” said Ms. Stone, glancing at the roll sheet. A piece of yellowed parchment fell to the floor in front of my desk. I picked it up curiously, unfolding the page until it lay flat upon my books.

A treasure map.

The Girl With Wings

2007-03-23T06:14:37Z

Cassandra knew that once people found out about her abnormalty everything would be corrupt. School was coming nearer and she had been hoping to start the year without being ridiculed. Unfortunately, that could never be.
Cassandra had grown wings.
As impossible as it may be, Cassandra had grown white feathery wings over the summer. They grew to their full size a weekend before school was starting, and Cassandra had no idea how she was going to hide them. Of course, the thought of going to school with wings was exhilarating. But she was already nerdy and geeky as it was, with her combat-like boots, long black skirt and maroon top. She wore large round glasses and her short brown hair settled on her shoulders.
“What am I going to do?” Cassandra asked herself, looking in the mirror.
“Honey, are you alright?” asked her mother from the outside of the bathroom.
“I’m fine, mom,” she replied. Looking in the mirror again, she knew she only had about a week to decide what she was going to do.