Lucille Morris

Short Stories

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Explosions made me hurtle backwards. March was shouting “Out! Out!” But that was the only thing g I heard then the explosions drowned out the rest. It wasn’t long until it stopped. March was speaking rapidly, but the noise had made me deaf.

I ran towards the door with the rest of the class as March led us outside. We walked for what must have been six miles when March told us to stop ( By then my ears had cleared up which was a huge relief.) A cardboard box stood in front of us a hole was cut in the middle of it. It looked pretty nasty and beat up and I did not intend to go near it , but of course March and her weird ways had to step in and told us to crawl inside then without hesitation she slid inside the hole.

So obviously, we followed.  Inside was a lot bigger than the outside and was pretty impressive.  There were a lot of couches tables and a very nice buffet set up.  Did I mention that I was starving? But before any of had even gotten half way to the food, two women stopped us.  One had very pale skin and white hair, but looked pretty young.  The other had very dark skin and long black hair.  “Oh”, March said with a smirk.  “These are my two little sisters, December and May”.  I squinted as I tried to connect the dots, and then I asked, before I could stop myself, “Are you guys the months?”.

“Quite right”, said December.  “Or, more like, the months were named after us.”.  “Mmmm Sure”, Rosey said , “But, I’m pretty sure you were named after the months”.  “Dude”, Dillon said, “Just saw March shoot fire out of her hand and then went through a tiny cardboard box into this awesome joint.  Or maybe you didn’t, because you were too busy being perfect, and making sure everyone else was perfect too”.

“Hmph”, she grumbled, but stopped talking.  “Well”, March said, “Since we’re all in the mood for an explanation, I might as well tell you why you’re here.  Please sit down and let the story begin.”.  The lights dimmed, a stage appeared and I found myself sitting in a cozy rocking chair.

“Before humans”, March started, “There were two groups of beings.  The Fae and the Magiks.  They both used different types of magic.  The Fae used powers to torture and cause harm.  And that’s how they ruled.  Eventually, they became more civilized and learned to use their powers for other things, like medicine and hypnotism.  Magiks, on the other hand, used different elements, like earth and water.  It was much more powerful and dangerous.  The Fae and Magiks were never friends, except for two.  These two had been friends ever since they were little.  And set up an inventing studio. One day, they were fresh out of ideas.  Until the Fae thought up an idea.  Back then the fae were power obsessed and so this was her ‘idea’.  We could make a new species with both of our types of magic.  The Magik agreed.  And so, they went to work.  It took all their strenght to make something even partially like either one of them, but they finally did.  Only it was a great disappointment.  All the power that they used up hadn’t actually gotten

She Is Here

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It was the last day of my summer camp.  I had my bag packed, when I remembered something.  I asked one of the councilors if I could go back to the mess hall to get something.  Then, I raced back to the mess hall to retrieve the letters that my mom had sent me over the last month of my overnight camp.  “Still there”, I thought, as I grabbed the small stack of open envelopes.  I ran back to the campsite, but nobody was there.  They must have already started the trek down the hill to get to the buses.  I sighed as I started running again, but when I got to the exit of camp, I knew something was wrong.  They couldn’t have already left, especially since they knew that I was gone.

I stopped to catch my breath when I heard it.  The quiet swept over like a blanket.  A cold unwelcome blanket, smothering any sound that could be heard.  Now, in a family of five, some silence would have been deeply appreciated, but in a camp of two hundred, it was a bit unnerving.  I walked around a little, seeing if anybody was still here, but it seemed like I was the only one.

I walked up Tommy’s Hill, where the horses would be, only there were no horses.  All of the stalls were empty, as if never before touched.  All except for one, in which lay a small sharp bone.  I picked it up and a light flashed before my eyes.  Then like a movie playing, a girl, about 10, came into view.  She was standing in a very dark forest. Some of the trees I recognized from the High Ropes course.  She looked scared and alone.  Her head turned, and then she ran.

The scene changed.  The same girl was standing in Fairy Grove, one of the most beautiful parts of camp.  Three eyeless women surrounded her.  One of which had a sphere, attached to a wooden handle, in almost a dagger like fashion.  Then, with one quick motion, the woman stabbed the girl with the sphere.  As she pulled it out, a small, black, and grimy heart came out too.  Then, the girl started going crazy.  Her eyes faded black and lit up again; on and off, on and off.  Then, she started scrambling towards the small creek, until she was in the middle of it.  Then, with one last, ear splitting shriek, the water swallowed her into the earth.  I dropped the bone, shaking, and the scene faded.

But, as soon as I looked at it again, it started bulging and moving, until I could see the shape of a human being stepping out of it.  A young girl, about 10 or 11, lunatic eyes, screaming and howling appeared from the bone.  And, all of a sudden, my quiet peaceful camp was no more.

Dark intimidating trees shot up from the ground, destroying the wooden stables and all the plants surrounding. As the wooden stables disintegrated around me, it suddenly hit me who she was.

And let me tell you.  I was no friend.

Chapter 2

3. The Months Collide

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We stared in horror as she walked forward. “Nobody move!”, She ordered. We all froze. As she inched forward, we saw her victim, one of the nicest girls in class, Levi. Most people thought that was a boys name, but that’s what she introduced herself as and I never bothered to ask any questions about it. Our teacher made a quick swipe in the air with the knife and a small vial appeared in her hand, filled with something red. “Thank you, dear”, she said. That’s when I saw a little cut right below Levi’s shoulder. The liquid in the vial must have been blood. Then she turned to the science lab. Wait… we have a science lab? She poured the blood into a beaker with a yellowish substance that was steaming. It turned a violent shade of purple. Somebody got the courage to ask, “What are you doing?”. “Oh nothing”, she said airily. Then she sighed and said, “I suppose I should tell you who I am.”. “Yes, that would be nice.”, I said sarcastically. “Well, I’m March” Her form changed. Her hair became longer and curly. And she had olive skin. “Well, I guess you have already met my sister, September.”, her face turned with disgust. “How did you do that?”, I asked with wonder. “Practice makes perfect, you know”, and then explained, “I needed to beat her to you. You can’t have anyone like September teaching magic.”. Drea’s face lit up, “Oh, like this?”, she asked. A burst of blue and purple fire shot up from the palm of her hand.

March jumped back with a look of surprise on her face, and then said with a mischievous smile, “Yes, Drea, but next time try it like this.”. She closed her hand into a fist and then opened it. A giant wave of flame burst out of her hand, rising 20 feet, changing from blue to yellow to red to green. Then it hovered in her hand for a moment and exploded. Multi-colored paint splattered everywhere. It started forming the shape of a human. A young adult, about 20 years old, turned to March and scowled. “Why do you always have to mess everything up little sister?”, she demanded. “I’m only 3 months younger than you.”, March grumbled. Then March nodded to us and said, “January, she’s always in a bad mood.”.

Dylan snorted, and I saw why. March was waving her hand in the air, but instead of just cutting through the air, it started forming animals. The first one to come out of her hand was a skunk and it shot straight at January. A disgusting smell filled the air and started melting January’s figure. I guess January couldn’t tell, because she was still lecturing March about how she should behave better and set a better example for all her other sisters and not be such a moron. March rolled her eyes, but then January turned to us and saw our bright red faces, trying to conceal our laughter. “March”, she said. “Yes mother”, March said innocently. “Argh!”, January yelled in frustration. Then her eyes got wide and she dissolved, leaving only a pile of paint.

I completely understand why she did now. We were under attack.