The misadventures of poor finian round two

Finian sat slumped over slightly in his chair. His head resting on his crossed arms. His fingers tapped out a tune on the dinner table as His friends made dinner in the kitchen. He was hoping for some pasta, or cooked veggies. Anything edible would suit him just fine. The recent addition to their group, Gavin, was helping Allyson cook so it should be fine, right? Right?

            “Dinner time!” Allyson called out cheerfully. Gavin walked in, carrying a large metal pot, it’s lid clenched down tight. He set it down on the table and nodded politely at Finian. Finian returned the gesture and sat up to grab the lid off the top. Whack! Allyson hit him with a wooden spoon. Finian, used to the antics of the girl, just re took his seat.

“Alright! For supper today, I was going to make pot roast, but together me and Gavin made a um…. What was the word again?”

“Bilateral.” Gavin said softly. He didn’t speak often.

“That’s it! We made a bilateral agreement to make soup instead!” Finian blanched. He stared at Gavin across the table and shot the mind reader a thought. Are you insane?? And what’s up with the fancy word?

Gavin shrugged and smiled at Allyson. What can I say? She really wanted to make soup. I helped her with it, so it can’t be that bad. Bilateral means “having two sides” so I thought it was fitting. Gavin was raised in a rich home, so really it was no surprise to Finian that he knew ‘smart people talk’.

Allyson, looking back and forth at her friends, wondered what they were talking about, but didn’t question it.

“Okay then, let’s eat!” She whipped off the lid. The soup inside was a light pink, with toxic looking chunks of unidentifiable veggies, and something Finian really hoped was meat. He glared at Gavin who looked shocked. I…I do not understand, it looked perfectly edible a moment ago! Finian shook his head sadly. Both of the boys were in for another rough mealtime.

Tthhhuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrsssssssddddddaaaaaaaaaaaaaayy~

As some of you guys may know, I (Kelsie speaking) am homeschooled. As of last week, I joined a homeschool co-op place. It's called Thursday Connection. I'm going to be doing two classes there, Latin and Fencing! As in, sword fighting fencing! I had my first classes last thursday. It was so much fun!! The latin class was awesome, my teacher is very nice. Fencing is hard work, but I need some exercise. I'm also most likely doing Yearbook club, I'm hoping to be a journalist there. I havent had a meeting yet. Wish me luck!!!!

-Kels

A light in the dark, Chapter three

Chapter Three

 

Allyson sat down on her couch, pulling a hefty book off the table beside her into her lap. She sighed, and fingered the bookmark quietly; the book had no appeal now. All of the letters simply jumbled around in her head, mixing with images of the bird boy. Finian. She grabbed a pillow and squeezed it, hard. She had, of course, already managed to develop a crush on him. He was handsome. She thought, blushing a bit.

Those bright green eyes, that dashing brown hair, and Oh! He was soo tall! She giggled loudly, the pillow quite crushed in her arms. The sound of gravel crunching outside dragged her attention to the window. Her parents’ blue van was coming up the driveway. Allyson squeaked, threw the pillow across the room and snapped her book open to a random page. She began scanning it, like she was reading it. A couple of agonizing minutes later, her parents walked into the room, dripping a bit from the rain outside.

Allyson froze. She had forgotten; she was still wet from dragging Finian to the barn! Allyson darted up the stairs to her room, yelling “Hi mom! Hi Dad!” behind her. She hurriedly changed out of her damp clothes and into her soft pajamas, and raced back downstairs.

“Sorry!” she said, a smile plastered on her face. “I sprayed myself in the face with the spray nozzle thingy while doing the dishes!” She held up a strand of droopy black hair to demonstrate. It dripped approvingly. Her mother rolled her eyes and smiled, setting her purse down on the table. Her father grinned and laughed.

“That’s my girl!” He rubbed a hand through her hair, making the shortest parts stand on end.

“Daaad!” She complained, attempting to put her hair back in place. “Don’t do that!!” He chuckled, a deep noise. She smiled, a bit grudgingly, and looked at her watch.

“Well, I was just about to go to bed, so, Goodnight!!” She dipped her head to kiss her mom on the cheek, and stood on tiptoe to do the same to her dad. They looked a bit puzzled, but returned the gesture. She grinned, and with another “’night!!” She raced back up the stairs and shut the door behind her. Collapsing on her bed, Allyson sighed in relief, looking up at the glow-in-the-dark stars on her ceiling. She traced patterns in her head, and fell asleep thinking about angels and lightning.

A Man stood quietly at a gas station, under the protective covering the gas pumps provided. He scowled as he dialed a number on his cell phone, pressing the speed dial, impatiently tapping his foot as the speaker rang. After a few droning hums, the line clicked and then a man’s voice answered.

“What is it?”

“It’s me, Jonathan Briggs, sir.” Mr. Briggs pulled the trench coat he was wearing more tightly around him.

“Did you get the boy?” The sharp voice snapped, sounding metallic and irritated.

“Um… There was a problem.”

“What?” the voice almost literally growled.

“It started raining. I got the boy down, but then it started raining. I had to get back to my car or I’d sizzle. I already have a few burns on my arms.” Mr. Briggs sighed, rubbing at a red spot on his wrist.

“You are not returning until you retrieve the boy, do you understand me?” The voice yelled and the man in the trench coat held his cell phone a bit away from his ear.

            “Yessir.”

            “And hurry up!”

            “Yessir.” The line went dead. Mr. Briggs sighed again and looked over at his reflection in the mirror. He was fairly tall, with light brown hair, green eyes, and a thick mustache. Not very villain-like. He, however was more concerned about the dark bags under his eyes. He poked at them and groaned. “I really need a vacation.”

 

 -Kels

Loyal, Chapter Three part 1

Steven woke to a slimy touch on his hand, a rough rubbing that made his hair want to stand on end. He cracked his eye open, and stared at a large golden retriever that was currently licking his hand. With a jolt he sat up, gasping softly at his the pain in his arm. He looked around, trying to get his bearings, and noticed the empty bowl of soup. Memories of the day before returned and he snapped his head around to find the girl. She was nowhere in sight. Her scarf lay crumpled at the feet of the dog.

Steven rubbed his eyes, and patted the dog softly on the head.  He struggled to his feet, swaying a bit as his head went fuzzy. The dog ran circles around his feet, obviously excited, but didn’t make a sound. Steven knelt down in front of it.
                “Do you know where that girl went?” He asked it, looking around again. The dog seemed to cock it’s head slightly, and grabbed the scarf from by its feet. Steven took the end of it in his hand and attempted to pull it away. The dog pulled back. Tugging harder than Steven could fight; the dog dragged him by the scarf, out of the door and into a dark alleyway.  Swerving around trashcans and parked cars, Steven eventually found himself back in the alley where he had been knocked out. The dog released her (for Steven had finally thought to look) end of the scarf.

“Where you the dog they were hurting girl?” Steven asked, absently scratching behind the dog’s ears. The dog merely nuzzled her nose into his sleeve to reply. He chuckled and searched the fur on her neck for a collar. None. “I doubt you could tell me your name, pup?” He smiled. “Would you like to come with me?” The dog rubbed her head affectionately into his hand and he began walking backto his apartment.

“I suppose I will call you… Marigold. Is that good?” He could have sworn the dog smiled.

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A light in the dark ch. 2 by Kels

Chapter two

            Slowly, the boy cracked open his eyes, only to come face to face with a sheet of paper. He froze. It said:

Dear Angel guy,

Don’t move a muscle. You crashed into my backyard and hurt your wing. I patched it up, but I don’t want to come back and see you’ve messed it up again. I went to go make some soup, I’ll be back soon. Stay put.

-Allyson

        He blinked, once, twice, before slowly craning his head to look around him. He was in an old barn, dry hay was stacked up around him, and a few abandoned wasps nests and piles of dust were scattered nearby.  He tried to turn around, but held back at a twinge of pain in his wing.

            “Hey.” A voice came from behind him, and he flinched and attempted to turn around. But he knocked his wing against a barrel, making him groan loudly in pain. The voice sighed. “I thought I told you not to move. Can’t you read?” A hand on his back made him freeze again, but instead of hurting him, it slowly helped him up. The hands led him to a stool and table, where a bowl of soup sat steaming slightly.

            As soon as he sat down, he turned to face his rescuer. She was a pretty girl, with mocha colored skin and dark brown hair. She was smiling kindly at him and her hazel eyes were full of warmth. She was casually dressed, in a blue shirt with sleeves that reached her elbows, and comfy looking blue jeans. She grinned at him and pointed to the soup.

“Eat up, I know you’re hungry!” She sat down across from him and leaned her chin on her hands. She watched him curiously, before cocking her head to the side. “I didn’t imagine your eyes to be blue. I thought they’d be brown.” He kept staring. “What’s wrong, don’t you like soup?” He shook his head, clearing out the millions of questions zooming around in his head like a beehive. He picked up the spoon and smiled softly at her.

He took a sip.

And gagged, attempting not to spit it back out. The soup was awful! She had added way too much salt and the chicken was still frozen in the middle. He swallowed (with much effort) and smiled.

“Ah… Um... It’s very unique! Never tasted anything like it!” And I hope I never will again! He added silently. She beamed and nodded.

“I’m glad you liked it! I made it myself! There’s more if you want some!” He blanched.

“N-No, this is fine! Uh… I take it you’re Allyson? She nodded.

“Allyson Woods. How is your wing?”

“A bit painful but I think it’s fine. You don’t seem near as freaked out as you should be.” She nodded slowly, as if thinking hard about something, Before shaking her head and sighing.

“I suppose I should tell you then. I can make it rain. Like, ask the clouds to drop the rain or hold it back. I’ve been able to since I was little. I just have to ask really hard in my head and pitter patter it starts raining. I can’t do it when there aren’t any clouds, but if it’s about to storm…” She trailed off, biting her lip and looking up hopefully. He nodded once and smiled again.

“Due to the circumstance, I’m really not one to talk about weird things, but you do have a cool power!” Her face lit up again.

“I’m glad you think so… Um… what’s your name again?” The boy hesitated a moment, but decided if Allyson could trust him, he could trust her.

“My name is Finian. I want to thank you for helping me, but I’m afraid I should leave. I do not wish for the man in the dark coat to return here looking for me.” Finian stood to bow, but the pain in his wing and a large bruise on his side left him gasping in pain. He collapsed back into the straw.

Allyson rushed around the table to his side, checking the bandages on his wing. Then she smiled at him, and smacked him upside the head with a loud WHAP.

“Ow!” He yelped, clutching his head. “Whatever did you hit me for?”

“I thought I told you to be careful! You could have hurt what little bones you haven’t already bruised!” At this he started pouting, rubbing his head and glaring at her. “Besides, I don’t think trench coat man will be back until it stops raining, and I think I can keep it going for another day at least.” Finian sighed and took the hand Allyson offered to be helped up. She took him back over to his makeshift bed and pulled the blanket back over him.

“I have to get back inside now.  My parents will be coming up the driveway any minute now.  I’m not supposed to be outside while it’s storming. Or at night. Or when my parents aren’t home. So yeah, I’d get in big trouble.” She smiled before patting his head. “Goodnight my new patient! See you tomorrow.”

AS she turned to climb down the ladder, she heard Finian’s voice call out again.

“Thank you Allyson. Goodnight.”

Finian watched her back as she left, and smiled to himself. She was a nice girl. He only hoped she could treat wounds a lot better than she could cook.

A light in the dark

A light in the dark, Chapter one by Kels 

Allyson swung her legs back and forth, sitting on the porch railing outside her house. The sky looked dark, a promise for an upcoming storm. A few daring birds still darted above her, high up in the sky.  She was home alone, and was supposed to be inside, but the dark clouds had lured her out. She ran a hand through her dark brown hair, cut short and kept spikey. Her hazel eyes scanned the horizon, searching for the first raindrop to fall.

Suddenly, a bright flash and a loud BANG nearly knocked her from her seat. The lightning looked to have come from the field in front of her house. She held up the pair of binoculars she kept for bird-watching and put it to her eyes, scanning the field for signs of damage. A tall figure, dressed in a dark cloak was standing in the weeds. As she looked on, slightly concerned, the man raised his hand to the sky, and got struck by the lightning.

That sent Allyson scrambling off the wooden railing, running out into the field with her head low. She halted however, when she spotted the man again, still standing, not a bit crispy. He was staring at the birds flying overhead, and raised a hand again, pointing at the largest bird. The lightning struck again, but not as she had previously thought, but from his hand.

The bird dodged, its tail feathers narrowly missing the electric strike. One of the others was not so lucky however, and crashed to the ground. Allyson ducked behind a nearby apple tree as the man turned to look at the bird, poking at it with his foot. He turned back to the sky and took aim. BANG. The lightning struck the birds wing, and it plummeted in a tailspin to the ground, a tree braking its fall. The man turned and started walking towards it, if he kept going, he’d walk right past where Allyson was hiding. She started muttering.

“Rain. Rain now! Oh… RAIN!!”  A drop fell. Then another. The man glared at the sky, and flinched as a drop landed on his head. He swore and started running to his car, parked by the road, dodging drops the whole way.

The girl watched until he skidded away in his black van before scurrying over to where the bird had crashed. She launched up the tree, swinging up the branches like a monkey; she’d always loved climbing. She froze on the top branch. There, in the tree was a boy. A boy with wings.

He had his eye closed, and one of his wings was burnt and bent at an awkward angle, but he was handsome nonetheless. He had short brown hair, the bangs cut a bit jaggedly near his eyes; and his wings were tawny colored, with brown spots.  His clothes were ragged and soaked from the rain, and even knocked out his face was twisted in pain.

“An angel!” She whispered, and stared for a few minutes, until a distant lightning bolt made her snap back to attention. She bent down and carefully pulled him up and over the branches. With careful attention to his injured wing, she climbed back down, nearly falling out twice.

Finally they made it to the ground, and headed to the house before pausing. If mom and dad find him in my room… she turned toward the barn, and half carried half dragged the “angel” inside. She hoisted him into the loft, where her parents never went, and set him down on a pile of straw. Then she ran back to the house and grabbed some essential things.

Allyson sped back up the ladder, dragging a basket behind her. She spread out a thick comforter on the straw, and rolled the boy on top of it, upside down. Carefully, she pulled the wing into her lap.

The damage was clear. There was a large wound in the side, slightly charred and bleeding slightly. A couple of feathers were gone, but it didn’t feel broken. She cleaned the wound with some disinfectant, and carefully wrapped it in gauze.

Packing up the medical equipment, she tucked another blanket around him, put a pillow under his head, (making sure he could breathe) and climbed back down the ladder.

short story for school (snickers) poor finian

The misadventure of Finian. By Kels

“Finian!! I’m coming up!!”

Allyson climbed into the loft, Dragging a bowl of soup up the ladder behind her. She sat it on the table and waved her friend Finian over to sit down. Without a word he perched on his stool, tracing designs on the table with his fingers. She sat across from him and smiled, dipping her spoon into the soup. Finian watched her with interest, twiddling his thumbs and kicking his feet.

“What’s got you all twitchy?” Allyson questioned, the spoon inches from her mouth.

“Er… Nothing Ally! Just um… waiting to let you eat first!” To see if she keels over from poison. He added silently. She smiled and nodded, opening her mouth wide and putting the spoon in. Finian watched her swallow, a blank look on his face, his knee twitching up and down like a kid in a sugar coma.

She froze, and dropped her spoon. She looked up at Finian, her face frozen in a look of surprise. The boy dashed to his feet, and placed a hand on her back.

“Allyson!! ACK! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!?! SPEAK TO ME!!!” Finian, wringing has hands, was almost running in circles when she suddenly laughed.

“This is the best soup I’ve ever made!!” Finian tripped, falling flat on his face, but she was too engrossed in her soup to notice. Cautiously he pulled himself up and onto his stool, picked uphis spoon and dipped in the slightly purple broth. Purple? This was supposed to be vegetable soup! He thought, glancing back up at his companion. She was wolfing it down, and surviving, so he guessed it must be safe. He tapped his fingers on the table nervously and picked up his spoon. Without leaving any room to argue, he shoved it in his mouth.

His scream of agony could be heard from miles away.

echoooo

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Loyal, ch. 1 by Kels

The last thing anyone wants to hear in the morning is their alarm clock. However, when that alarm clock runs out of batteries, it seems as if it’s all you ever depended on. Stephen banged his head on the table in front of him, and gazed forlornly at the toaster, now heating up a toaster strudel, the very last of his food supply. If it didn’t hurry up, He’d get fired and that would be the last of his pay check too.

Stephen hit the eject button and shoved the slightly cold pastry in his mouth, pulling away from the table and racing out the door. He locked it hastily and ran down the sidewalk, chewing his breakfast as he went. He had two minutes. Two minutes to make it to work. Two minutes to-

Stephen halted near the entrance to an alley way as the sounds of a boys laughing echoed back to him. They sounded like they were enjoying themselves, moreover, they sounded like they didn’t want to be caught. Stephen crept down the alley, and they’re words became clear.

“What’s wrong, you stupid mutt? Can’t afford to live?”

“Can’t you get those cans off your tail by yourself?”

“If you run away, we’ll just find you again.”

“Mutt.”

Two minutes, just two minutes and he’d get promoted, boss said so.

“Freak.”

He just had to step into the office and-

The sound of something alive being kicked reverberated through Stephen’s heart.

“Leave it alone!”

He flung himself down the alley, and head-butted the nearest teen in the stomach. The boy yelped in surprise and dropped, while another aimed a good kick at Stephen’s head. He ducked, punching at the boys, only to be thrown back by a sharp kick to the ribs. He coughed loudly, glaring at the two boys, who just stared back at him.

They were both rather rough looking, like they’d been in a fight recently, and even though they were clearly younger, they were taller and most likely stronger than him. One of them had a tattoo of a bulldog on his neck, partially hidden by his greasy black hair. The other was a blond, his hair pulled back in a ponytail and his fists had the letters: T H E M written out. Probably a gang logo. They smelled like beer.

Stephen lurched to his feet, wiping a thin trail of blood of his chin. He’d bit his tongue. The teens sneered and started walking towards him. Stephen brought his fists up to his chest, and eyed them wearily. The blond lashed out, an uppercut to the head, and Stephen ducked, kicking the boy’s knee as he went. His partner half roared and launched himself at Stephen, banging the others’ head into the wall with his fist.

Everything was covered instars for a moment, and he felt more blows falling on his chest and head. Then suddenly they stopped. The teens yelled something, but Stephen didn’t catch it. He heard them running away, then light footsteps coming towards him. A soft hand on his forehead brought him to open his eyes. He saw a pair of warm brown eyes gazing at him in alarm, and everything went black.

Wake up. Please wake up.  

Stephen blinked his eyes open. Everything looked soft around the edges, like looking through a cup of water. In fact- Stephen lifted his hand to his face and prodded above his face. Squishy. He sat up, a plastic bag full of water falling onto his lap. He raised an eyebrow at this, and peered around, looking for its’ owner. As he did, he managed to jar his left elbow.

“ARRRRGH!!!!!” He yelled, clutching the offending appendage.  It was wrapped in gauze, tied in a small bow at his wrist. Now he was really curious. How did he get here? Who- Suddenly a fairly tall figure stepped into sight.

It was a girl, around seventeen, with floofy gold hair curving in towards a soft chin. She was dressed in light red with darker red pants, and had a scarf tied loosely around her mouth. She cocked her head to the side and pointed to his arm.

“Umm… do you- are you the one who saved me?” Steven asked, his green eyes meeting her brown. She nodded and walked over to him. She cautiously put her hand on his uninjured shoulder.

“Is arm better?” Her voice sounded muffled, but he figured it was probably just the scarf. She had no accent, yet spoke like a two year old.  

“Er... Yeah. Um, I’m Steven, and you are…?” The girl just blinked at him and pulled a packet of marshmallows from behind her back. She placed them in his lap, and sat down on the floor, staring eagerly at him. At his failure to react, she tugged on his arm.

“Eat!!! You is hungry?” She blinked at him again with her huge brown eyes.

“Um… Sure? But you never told me your-“

“ Better food!”  and with that lengthy speech, she raced away. Steven sighed and rubbed his head with his good arm. What had he gotten himself into?

She came back a few minutes later, a cracked mug full of soup in her hands.

She closed her eyes and smiled, her head bowed and holding the soup right under Stevens nose. He reached to take it, but managed to jar his arm again. She drew her eyebrows together and frowned. (Or so Steven assumed, the scarf still covered her mouth.)

She carefully dipped the spoon, that she had brought along, into the soup and held it in front of his mouth. He hesitated, but the steady light in her eyes reassured him and he accepted it gratefully. The soup was a bit hot, but salty and filling. The smell in and of itself was intoxicating, but the taste was even better. It was chicken broth, but with something more, a combo of spices that made all the difference.

When the bowl was empty, Stephen was feeling tired, and after thanking the girl, he drifted into a deep sleep.