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Wizard of Oz: The Next GenerationChapter 4
Allen couldn't listen to these lies any longer. Pushing his way pass the doctor, full of anger he through his fist onto the glass window. Dorothy was out of his reach now, kept in a seperate room away from the public. "We can not tell anyone about this, fellas," the doctor announced, "If the citizens figure out that the plague is in the town then we'll have an epidemic on our hands. Keep it well hidden, brothers." What caused this too happen? Who's carrying the diesase around?
Not far in the South, Nila awoke to a strange sensation that something was dead wrong. "Mama? Papa?" she called out into the dark. Reaching out for her blanket and wrapping it around her she vanished into the darkness wondering what was keeping the house so quiet. Wondereing into the room, Nila dropped her candle holder to the guresome sight. Her mother and father were covered in each other's blood as if someone had done this to them. Faces in horror had somehow told Nila to run away from the ho
The Wizard of OzChapter 3
Princess Ozma was just leaving Dorothy alone when she heard a table collapse to the flooring, "Dorothy?" she asked in fear of what she would find. Glancing back into the room, Dorothy was there. A glass vase had fallin onto Dorothy's arm opening her skin and causing blood to flow slowly. Dorothy's coughing, warm skin, and rash like symtoms around her chest and abdomen caused Ozma to fear for her friend's life, "Medics!! Help!!" she cried out loud panicing, "Georgeia!!!" Running into the room was a young girl wearing a green dress, "Why cry, my princess?" Ozma's dress was already covered in red as a warning to Georgeia that she needed to get help fast. Gerogeia ran down the hallway as quickly as she good. Out in the market, Scarecrow "Allen" was watching the crowds wonder about the city. Over the years, Allen had updated himself. His hair was shoulder leagnth and layered. Hi hat was more rugged now and a single pair of goggles laiered the hat more. His clothing st
Romeo x Juliet: A Fright Fest RomanceChapter 1
Rain fell like ice. Lightning danced in the sky and thunder followed after. A destination laid ahead for a mysterious rider on a large black stallion. Drapped upon the rider a leather raincoat only kept the rider partly dry. Soaked, the rider decided to pull over in the town's bar. Silence broke out when she entered the building. An older batender glanced up from cleaning. The person sat, "A blood blossom water, thank you."
The person sounded female but with the hood up the bartender couldn't tell, "How can I help you? I'm sure the weather wasn't the only thing that drew you to our little town."
"No sir," the female wonderer spoke, "I hear of a famous love story around these parts. Know of it?"
The bartender chuckled, "Ah," he exclaimed, "You speak of Romeo x Juliet, am I wrong?"
The female wonderer removed her hood. Shoulder leangth black hair dripped dried as it slowly took it's form. Her eyes were an unatural color, a silver white color gl
Wizard of Oz: The Next GenerationChapter 3
Back at the Emerald City, Dorothy sighed desperately. That small incident that occurred 18 years ago bothered her sleeping patterns almost every night since then. Her emerald green dress flowed with the wind as she stood on the tower's balcony. Since her return to Oz, Princess Ozma took her under her wing and trained Dorothy as her assistant. But since Dorothy's pregnancy and relise of her child, Ozma had given Dorothy a break to deal with her grieving. But it's been too long. Princess Ozma began to worry about her young assistant from Kansas. Rain started to pour down on the city like it was none of its business. Citizen's of the town began to wonder inside their little homes; everyone except Dorothy. She stood in the stables grooming the Emerald City's Horse of a different color. "What do you think, buddy? Big storm heading our way?" Dorothy asked brushing the horse's orange mane.
Neighing the horse simply went back to eating his hey. "Of course
Wizard of OZ: The Next Chapter(Since that day on, Nila grew up knowing nothing about the Emerald City or her past life. She grew up on in a village of the South. The school bell rang as students of the village high school wondered to each class. An 16 year old, Nila Parker stood by her locker grabing a history book, when a friend approached her)
???: That's not fair, Nila! You could at least give me some answers.
Nila: No way, Linsey. You are defently the defention of LAZY!!!
(Linsey smiled and playfully smacked Nila acorss the head. They walked into their classroom togeather.)
Teacher: Good morning, students!
Students: GOOD MORNING, MR. SAMSUNG!
Teacher: Open your books to chapter 4 and Nila please read allowed on what were reading today!
(Nila opened her book and starred long at the chapter title. Something seemed very familer about the title and the illistration. But what?)
Teacher: Nila Parker?
Nila: I'm sorry sir umm.... (once again, frozen)
(The teacher knew something was keeping Nila silent. So he asked anot
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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