Kal's 'Riptide': A Narrative Fiction

She drifted. A wisp of vapor, soaring against an unknown breeze. She closed her jade stained eyes, taking in a deep breath, inhaling her deepest desire. She neither lived, nor settled a life in this particular place, but it was where her soul was currently bound to. Don't forget about the jade stained eyed girl, she is crucial to the story.

Ever lonely star I see above me, is like a lonely person waiting for another star to come along. As another star comes along it shines that bright that there isn’t no other to compare with. He was the brightest star in the night, others seemed dull by comparison. Non-stop conversations began, and I started losing sleep. I got excite,a feeling I haven’t felt for a long time. We had even given each other nicknames, Blancss and Nakss, who had shared adventures, and a song that was randomly picked, Counting Stars.

"She had returned because she felt she could save her soul. She had gone home because she was frightened of the future and felt sure a natural order could yet be resumed. He had no choice but to continue with what he had begun.

She forced herself to breathe slowly so she could think. How did I end up here? Why was I here? Her mind drew a blank. Come to think of it, she couldn't remember a single bloody thing. She threw everything she had left in her fading mind

She was puzzled. Did they want Annabel to follow them? Where would they lead her? Would they lead her out to safety? As she pondered these questions, she thought about all that she had lost. It was right in that moment that she decided she didn’t have much left to lose. As she stood up, her head started to spin, she remembered how she smashed her head in the car crash. Her memories of the crash grew stronger and stronger and she became even more distressed about her parents. Why weren’t they here with her, what had happened to

She was a bird stuck in a cage, never let out and never allowed to spread her feathers free. The lab coat men always came in and stuck their hands in the cage, mocking her while pocking and prodding. Her frame was tiny and small from lack of food and she had to yell at herself every day for losing more and more hope the more the light came and went. But even though the light still went, it always went back and that was a promise that life goes on. Even if there’s a long period of darkness, the circle in the sky shined once more each and every day with the exact fiery passion as it did always, and that’s how Vivi wanted to be, too. The lab coat men sometimes brought stuff down for the young ageless girl and they once brought in sticks that made beautiful color, nothing that she had seen before. “Cray-ons,” they told her slowly, repeating the word several times until she spoke it back. And with those magical Cray-ons, she drew the sun and what the world beyond had

Every time she closes her eyes this event plays over and over again in her head. Wondering how this could have played differently. She has not heard a single word from her father since the disappearance. Does he not wonder about her? Does he not cry a single tear from missing her? Is he the heartless monstrosity her mother says he is? All these unanswered questions would have to stay unknown since the only individual can answer these questions prefers to stay

She had ran from him for what felt like hours. Her wild curly hair snagged on the bushes and shrubs scattered on the forest floor, but she could not let this stop her. Not while the enraged monster was so close behind. His legs were much longer than hers, but she was light and didn’t have to worry about the branches swaying just above. Ready to knock down whoever dare run into them. She continued her trek through the dense forest. Constantly listening for leaves rustling under his trampling feet. A hard smack and choking sound. Then all was silent. She looked back over her shoulder; never slowing her pace. But her monster was down. He lay in the dirt with a large red welt swelling on his throat. The tiny girl dropped to her knees and sobbed.

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The two of them ran. As best they could they watched behind them. The harakgar followed, gliding down and then running swiftly on long legs, their wings gone but their shadowy hair still trailing behind them.

The flashlight of luminescence radiated from the moon, a striking difference from the roaring and rumbling of the twilight darkness. Skyler’s weeping face snapped down and collided with the cold cement ground, but her uncontrollable sobs continued. Her only pain attacked her worn out heart. Lizzy sat quietly, the agonizing and unsteady gaze in her muddy brown eyes, her only source of emotion. She shakily indented an uneven heart shape on the stone around the scrawny engravings, “beloved father.” Skyler had finally managed to lift her buried face to look at her sister, the watergy grass numbing her uncovered legs. “I can’t keep living this horror story anymore.”

One day, Annabel walked to a creepy monster statue she had made, and the creepy monster came to life, but Annabel didn’t see because she turned her back before the statue moved. Then she heard a big roar! She

She jumped into action by telling her friends that she no longer could play with them. Then she went out and search for a way to make a living. As she journeyed through the forest she pushed the thought of ever seeing her parents again in the back of her head. When she came to a tree to rest, she heard an old and evil hiss startled her.

Once in a time before time there was nothing. Only Ka Hana existed. But being alone saddened Ka Hana so much that he started to cry. His tears fell down from the heavens and became land. Ka Hana saw what he had created and was amazed, and he wondered if he could create more. He touched the edge of a piece of land and water that was as clear as glass filled the places in between the land. He ran his hands over the land and rivers that drifted like the winds and mountains that were the steps to the heavens were formed. His hands were the paintbrush of the world. He formed a ball of fire in his hands and hung it in the sky to light up the day and he called it the sun. He took pieces from the sun and hung them in the sky to give light for the nights.

This story is talking about the stars and what they mean to John Koethe. Stars may be mean something different to everyone. Some people may think that there is nothing magnificent about them, and some people may think that they are the most beautiful thing in the world. To John Koethe, the stars were a beautiful object that appeared in the darkness of the night. He used some