tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post4973204834082031840..comments2024-01-12T00:48:48.031-06:00Comments on Go Teen Writers: Collaborate: a story by Go Teen WritersStephanie Morrillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13128389560727867719noreply@blogger.comBlogger221125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-42581919681140072172013-07-27T13:36:26.594-05:002013-07-27T13:36:26.594-05:00...The shelves on the wall. I look up and pick up ......The shelves on the wall. I look up and pick up an old gold medal, with a name scratched into it. And the name is mine.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-81661109774325205622013-04-09T14:27:30.092-05:002013-04-09T14:27:30.092-05:00Sorry, didn't mean to send that again. I thoug...Sorry, didn't mean to send that again. I thought it hadn't published for some reason, my bad. <br /><br />(MJ)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-16929536950270832542013-04-09T12:48:51.498-05:002013-04-09T12:48:51.498-05:00... You were given other orders, why have you left... ... You were given other orders, why have you left your post?" The Reen spy falterd and his eyes flickered toward me. "I was told to by ...<br /><br />(MJ)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-35882532953302020782013-04-09T12:17:40.652-05:002013-04-09T12:17:40.652-05:00... You've had other orders, why have you left... ... You've had other orders, why have you left your post?" The Reen spy faltered, his eyes flickering toward me. "I was told to by ...<br /><br /><br />(MJ) Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-16631003818111594752013-04-08T19:42:51.829-05:002013-04-08T19:42:51.829-05:00...Snaps a salute and says "She's begun t......Snaps a salute and says "She's begun the Procedure. I'm taking her to Security." <br />The newcomer nods, but he looks suspicious. "I'm sure..." Lily J.https://www.blogger.com/profile/08517974784100159005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-10924558023817143352013-03-27T18:26:00.552-05:002013-03-27T18:26:00.552-05:00... to the"-- he lowers his voice, I strain t...... to the"-- he lowers his voice, I strain to hear him, "underground." Okay... this underground must either be top-secret-- or dangerous. My eyes track his face. "What's the underground?" He doesn't respond.<br /> I become alert, aware of any sign of danger. I hope I can trust this man-- hopefully a Reen spy.<br /> As we turn a corner and head towards a heavy metal door at the end of the hall, a voice halts our steps. "Stop!" Slowly, I turn around: an Enforcer. "Enforcer, where are you taking this girl?" By his clothes, I can tell he is of a higher rank than the man leading. Now the man posing as danger was my only defense against this scarier version of danger. My protector...A.Joneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04954337074425376911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-77617138309954136262013-03-26T17:49:42.657-05:002013-03-26T17:49:42.657-05:00the bed. A key!
I race to the door, willing the k...the bed. A key! <br />I race to the door, willing the key to fit. It doesn't.<br />*So much for that idea* I thought as I walked over to the bed.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-88346749474736494442013-03-25T22:08:45.779-05:002013-03-25T22:08:45.779-05:00I pick it up and continue following the Reen spy. ...I pick it up and continue following the Reen spy. <br />"There's somebody here I want to rescue," I whisper. "Two."<br />I'm surprised that I want to save Daryn *and* Kahlan, but I do. Like it or not, I need him. <br />"We'll come back after their Procedure is finished. All people going through it at the moment are under heavy security. I'm taking you...Alyson Dowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02629040299297671066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-27113512866027231302013-03-24T20:03:57.252-05:002013-03-24T20:03:57.252-05:00...the corner of the wall. Curious, I hurry over a......the corner of the wall. Curious, I hurry over and stoop to pick up the object. It is small and shaped like a shield. <br />"Jos 1:9," I mutter as I read what is inscribed on it. What could that mean?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10822511486553143943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-10262006403544392642013-03-22T16:27:26.251-05:002013-03-22T16:27:26.251-05:00Finally, I can't take it any more, and I shove...Finally, I can't take it any more, and I shove the maid away from me. The syringe slides out of my neck quickly, and is thrown from the maid's hand onto the ground. It breaks into a million pieces. The maid is laying on the ground, unable to get up, and it is apparent that it is malfunctioning.<br /><br />I press my hand against my neck and make for the door. The Enforcer with the blue light on his cuff comes to the door just as I do. He swiftly ties a bandana-sized cloth around my neck, and then leads me down a dark corridor without a word. Because of earlier, I follow.Carilynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03244374169659640476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-54953116206968764392013-03-20T22:59:24.520-05:002013-03-20T22:59:24.520-05:00Sap. Sweet and sticky, gluing my tongue to the roo...Sap. Sweet and sticky, gluing my tongue to the roof of my mouth as I try to swallow it. The maid swabs my neckwith an antibacterial wipe, then prepares the syringe. <br />I look at it nervously as she moves closer to my neck. This is all going to end after the Procedure liquid kicks in. I probably will start to fade. <br />My insides twist as the needle slides into the vein in my neck. It stays there longer than necessary, knocking the breath out of me. I...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-91119583879396416672013-03-20T09:37:24.706-05:002013-03-20T09:37:24.706-05:00Hands me my applesauce mechanically. I wonder for ...Hands me my applesauce mechanically. I wonder for a moment if Daryn has been doing the exact same thing. If he is being supported by the Reens as well. I know it's unlikely, but I can't stand to think of him going through this. <br />"Drink," the maid hands me the small glass vial. <br />I take and obey, not quite sure of what I am doing to myself by listening to her. It tastes like...Alyson Dowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02629040299297671066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-46605481199602422462013-03-19T20:47:40.998-05:002013-03-19T20:47:40.998-05:00My head. It falls on my lap. It is a robot. "...My head. It falls on my lap. It is a robot. " Hello. My name is Alfredo, You can call me Alfie. I have a message for you.."Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00410335158412122335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-16825164212029684662013-03-19T19:43:23.112-05:002013-03-19T19:43:23.112-05:00I reach forward to take it, eying them suspiciousl...I reach forward to take it, eying them suspiciously as I slip it up my sleeve. Then I remember what Carlyle and Geralda told me: that the Reen spies would be protect me. <br />"Carlyle," I whisper, just to make sure. <br />The Enforcer nods and leaves, the maid stays behind. I shudder when I see the syringe and discolored liquid beside my apple sauce. <br />The maid...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-11986784720755198912013-03-19T19:39:18.375-05:002013-03-19T19:39:18.375-05:00Continuing off of this:
The doorway. I stand there...Continuing off of this:<br />The doorway. I stand there a moment, contemplating whether I should pick it up or not. Maybe it was something left behind by the maid, although I couldn't imagine someone as proficient and almost robotic could accidentally drop something. Eventually I decide to walk closer. <br /><br />It's a small silver device, with a red light beeping in the center.<br />That red light must have something to do with the procedure. But what exactly does it do?<br /><br />I'm about to look at the backside, but just then, I hear another knock on the door.<br /><br />It's the maid again, backed up by an Enforcer, this one has a blue dot on his cuffs. I'm so tempted to sigh and just give in. It's almost like I am tired of this. I scramble to hide the evidence of what I was doing, turning my back to the window. <br />They hold what I ordered, the Enforcer carries another object...<br /><br />The emerald Carlyle had given me.<br /><br />___<br /><br />I watch the Enforcer as he slowly crosses the room. The maid stays behind near the door, and sets the tray down on the stone floor to the right of the doorway and the Enforcer holds the emerald out to me. Why would they be giving it back to me?<br /><br />I reach forward to take it...Carilynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03244374169659640476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-18350363163078413532013-03-19T19:35:25.558-05:002013-03-19T19:35:25.558-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Carilynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03244374169659640476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-24376917785972886372013-03-19T19:18:29.730-05:002013-03-19T19:18:29.730-05:00I was too slow!! This was supposed to go after Lil...I was too slow!! This was supposed to go after Lily's. Sorry!Whitneynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-52726416352072360942013-03-19T19:15:35.722-05:002013-03-19T19:15:35.722-05:00The window. The emerald Carlyle had given me. The window. The emerald Carlyle had given me. Whitneynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-69090108883938140792013-03-19T19:13:24.336-05:002013-03-19T19:13:24.336-05:00It's the maid again, backed up by an Enforcer,...It's the maid again, backed up by an Enforcer, this one has a blue dot on his cuffs. I'm so tempted to sigh and just give in. It's almost like I am tired of this. I scramble to hide the evidence of what I was doing, turning my back to the window. <br />They hold what I ordered, the Enforcer carries another object...Alyson Dowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02629040299297671066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-59443718238360446162013-03-19T19:03:23.682-05:002013-03-19T19:03:23.682-05:00...the window. I pick it up from the sill and exam......the window. I pick it up from the sill and examine it in my hand.<br />It's a small silver device, with a red light beeping in the center.<br />That red light must have something to do with the procedure. But what exactly does it do?<br />I'm about to look at the backside, but just then, I hear another knock on the door.Brittnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-72891875708764682182013-03-19T15:59:09.645-05:002013-03-19T15:59:09.645-05:00The doorway. I stand there a moment, contemplating...The doorway. I stand there a moment, contemplating whether I should pick it up or not. Maybe it was something left behind by the maid, although I couldn't imagine someone as proficient and almost robotic could accidently drop something. Eventually I decide to walk closer. <br /><br />(MJ)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-39745295882089660682013-03-19T14:23:38.246-05:002013-03-19T14:23:38.246-05:00.... And the buzzing leaves with her. I shake my h....... And the buzzing leaves with her. I shake my head to clear it, and as I do, something shiny glints over by...Lily J.https://www.blogger.com/profile/08517974784100159005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-71426461223410697472013-03-18T22:40:33.450-05:002013-03-18T22:40:33.450-05:00"Would you like your apple sauce with seasoni..."Would you like your apple sauce with seasoning?" The voice is feminine, yet there is something off about it that makes my head buzz. <br />"Mm...no," I moan. <br />"Would you like your Procedure liquid with a pain injection?"<br />*Oh, how nice,* I think. *They'll make sure I'm comfortable whole they brainwash me.*<br />"Yes," I croak. The buzzing in my head feels like it will crack my ears open. <br />The maid leaves...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-7724991278569151082013-03-18T22:18:49.915-05:002013-03-18T22:18:49.915-05:00but I can still hear the voice - coming in through...but I can still hear the voice - coming in through a loudspeaker into the room. "Hello, prisoner. We have set up this room especially for you. Your maid will be in shortly to take your order for dinner."<br /><br />I look up, and the door opens. I take my hands down from my ears. Before me, standing in the doorway, is a tall, slender person, covered completely in metal, like knights used to be. A name tag on their suit says, 'Maid'. This must be the beginning of the brainwashing process.<br /><br />The person stepped forward and said, "Carilynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03244374169659640476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4024721400572472213.post-38471769896144743832013-03-18T21:15:48.434-05:002013-03-18T21:15:48.434-05:00The Enforcer walks to the window grimly and turns ...The Enforcer walks to the window grimly and turns the lock. Only now do I see the slim bars crisscrossing it. I sigh and wait for the Enforcer to leave. <br />When he's gone, I slip to the window to gauge where I am so that if I escape, I can get away forever. Sand blows across a barren landscape: a desert. They're smarter than I gave them credit. There's no possible way to leave. <br />A monotone voice floods the room. I clasp my hands over my ears and...Alyson Dowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02629040299297671066noreply@blogger.com