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Chapter 5
Koda rode through the desert for what seemed like hours. The sun was starting to set in the West, making the sky bright orange and pink. If he wasn’t so worked up over everything he would stop to enjoy the sunset but his mind was too preoccupied.
The wind started to get chilly and sky was getting darker so he decided he’d gone far enough and should stop for a rest.
Standing by his bike he scanned the landscape looking for anything that could be used as shelter. The landscape was mostly dirt and weeds, nothing to be used as shelter.
Maybe I should have done the ritual... he thought to himself, annoyed even by his own stubbornness.
Then to the far distance his eye caught a glimpse of a mountainous area that he hadn’t noticed before. How far had he gone anyway? New Mexico?
He turned his bike back on, speeding towards the mountain area. It was now twilight and the air had become cold and brisk.
A nice cave would be nice right now.
The mountain range was small, not that high and thankfully…a couple of small caves.
Now let’s see if I’m lucky enough not to find a bear or a mountain lion in here…
“Nice, no critters in here,” he said to himself.
But he spoke too soon as a flock of bats flew straight at him, frantically fighting their way to the cave entrance to hunt for the night.
Their leathery wings slapped him in the face and he could feel their gross furry little bodies hitting him near his mouth making him gag.
He dropped himself to the ground of the cave to try and escape the bats. It worked but their screeching was deafening.
Finally the last bat flew out leaving him in silence…and the dark of the cave.
He was going to need something to make a fire or he’d freeze.
Trying to make his way through the dark of the night, picking up sticks and dried out weeds he wondered how he would make a fire.
He stuck his hand in a pocket of his jeans and fished out a lighter. Not exactly the most natural or Native American way of making fire but hey who cares?
Back in his cave he put all the sticks and weeds into a pile, took his lighter and the little device spit out a strong flame. Within no time he had made a warm and toasty cave.
Staring into the fire, feeling as if he’d aged 10 years and feeling empty inside knowing he couldn’t go home.
“You don’t need them Koda.”
Koda nearly jumped out of skin, almost falling into the fire he had to throw himself backward to prevent the fall.
“Who the hell is in here?!” he yelled.
“No need to fear me, I’ll prove more helpful to you than your family ever was,” said the mysterious voice. A dark figure sat in a corner near the opening of the cave.
Koda couldn’t make out his face but he appeared to be human.
“Who are you?”
The figure stood up and walk towards him. He could see him clearly now, dressed with only a wolf's skin and what appeared to be deer skin pants.
His hair was black and down past his shoulders
The dark skin on his face was leathery and tight around his skull making him appear almost demon like.
“I am your soon to be creator…”
His eyes glowed like fire.
2nd chapter: link
3rd chapter: link
4th chapter: link
Chapter 5
Koda rode through the desert for what seemed like hours. The sun was starting to set in the West, making the sky bright orange and pink. If he wasn’t so worked up over everything he would stop to enjoy the sunset but his mind was too preoccupied.
The wind started to get chilly and sky was getting darker so he decided he’d gone far enough and should stop for a rest.
Standing by his bike he scanned the landscape looking for anything that could be used as shelter. The landscape was mostly dirt and weeds, nothing to be used as shelter.
Maybe I should have done the ritual... he thought to himself, annoyed even by his own stubbornness.
Then to the far distance his eye caught a glimpse of a mountainous area that he hadn’t noticed before. How far had he gone anyway? New Mexico?
He turned his bike back on, speeding towards the mountain area. It was now twilight and the air had become cold and brisk.
A nice cave would be nice right now.
The mountain range was small, not that high and thankfully…a couple of small caves.
Now let’s see if I’m lucky enough not to find a bear or a mountain lion in here…
“Nice, no critters in here,” he said to himself.
But he spoke too soon as a flock of bats flew straight at him, frantically fighting their way to the cave entrance to hunt for the night.
Their leathery wings slapped him in the face and he could feel their gross furry little bodies hitting him near his mouth making him gag.
He dropped himself to the ground of the cave to try and escape the bats. It worked but their screeching was deafening.
Finally the last bat flew out leaving him in silence…and the dark of the cave.
He was going to need something to make a fire or he’d freeze.
Trying to make his way through the dark of the night, picking up sticks and dried out weeds he wondered how he would make a fire.
He stuck his hand in a pocket of his jeans and fished out a lighter. Not exactly the most natural or Native American way of making fire but hey who cares?
Back in his cave he put all the sticks and weeds into a pile, took his lighter and the little device spit out a strong flame. Within no time he had made a warm and toasty cave.
Staring into the fire, feeling as if he’d aged 10 years and feeling empty inside knowing he couldn’t go home.
“You don’t need them Koda.”
Koda nearly jumped out of skin, almost falling into the fire he had to throw himself backward to prevent the fall.
“Who the hell is in here?!” he yelled.
“No need to fear me, I’ll prove more helpful to you than your family ever was,” said the mysterious voice. A dark figure sat in a corner near the opening of the cave.
Koda couldn’t make out his face but he appeared to be human.
“Who are you?”
The figure stood up and walk towards him. He could see him clearly now, dressed with only a wolf's skin and what appeared to be deer skin pants.
His hair was black and down past his shoulders
The dark skin on his face was leathery and tight around his skull making him appear almost demon like.
“I am your soon to be creator…”
His eyes glowed like fire.
~ Chapter 1: Dreams
Love. Unconditional and pure love was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from day to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But love was still there, although destroyed by many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and heart full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be milk and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
Love was still there, that pure love that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of love was still burning...
Love. Unconditional and pure love was there, found in their hearts. Feelings, pure and strong lived from day to day.
But the days were cold. Cold wind froze their dreams.
A child was born.
Dreams, spreading its roots, now slowly fade.
But still live and last in the hearts of the dreamers.
A child wasn't a part of a dream, though.
It wasn't. But love was still there, although destroyed by many issues, it started fading slowly like a smothered flame.
Mother's eyes was full of hope and heart full of love, so pure, so gentle.
She knew. Life won't be milk and honey, though she must be strong.
Looking at her baby girl, happy and sad in the same time, so many thoughts were flying through her head.
So many questions, perhaps a small dose of regret.
She felt sadness inside.
Love was still there, that pure love that kept them alive, though these dreams they both had were somehow far and unreal.
A flame of love was still burning...
Texas Rancho Viejo 1942
Bonnie's POV
I walked quickly down the dusty dirt road, I kicked and scrapped pebbels, It was hot and dry today, another great thing when your isolated! *CRASH* I gasped, I slowed to a stop and carfully and slowwly turned around. Behind me stood a man. He had wild brown hair and blue piercing eyes, He held a gun and a charcol covered teddy bear. He smiled and inchined twords me. "Whoa pardner, who are you?" I asked in my thick texian accent. "I am a friend" He said kindly. I suspiciously eyed him up and down. I reached into my back pocket and gripped my fingers around a gun I found. "Dont be afraid i'll make it all better" He moved closer to me, I panicked.Is this the phantom murder? I thought. I pulled out my gun and aimed it at him. "I dont think you will"
I said sweetly, then I triggered it and shot him, he fell to the ground stunned. I smiled. When your isolated in texas you cant trust anyone. and i mean ANYONE.
Bonnie's POV
I walked quickly down the dusty dirt road, I kicked and scrapped pebbels, It was hot and dry today, another great thing when your isolated! *CRASH* I gasped, I slowed to a stop and carfully and slowwly turned around. Behind me stood a man. He had wild brown hair and blue piercing eyes, He held a gun and a charcol covered teddy bear. He smiled and inchined twords me. "Whoa pardner, who are you?" I asked in my thick texian accent. "I am a friend" He said kindly. I suspiciously eyed him up and down. I reached into my back pocket and gripped my fingers around a gun I found. "Dont be afraid i'll make it all better" He moved closer to me, I panicked.Is this the phantom murder? I thought. I pulled out my gun and aimed it at him. "I dont think you will"
I said sweetly, then I triggered it and shot him, he fell to the ground stunned. I smiled. When your isolated in texas you cant trust anyone. and i mean ANYONE.
Always running
All the time,
Chasing a dream
As I follow the signs.
Out of breath
I miss a turn,
I wander the paths
Ready to learn.
I start to get impatient
I'm working so hard,
So how come I'm not there yet
I've played all my cards.
Life is like a rollercoaster
Mine never stops,
It takes me round in circles
Back to the start.
There are so many highs and lows
Yet they''re all the same,
I need a change of track
Something different to my name.
Each step I take aches my body
And I'm waiting for the day,
That a different train will come along
And take me a different way.
All the time,
Chasing a dream
As I follow the signs.
Out of breath
I miss a turn,
I wander the paths
Ready to learn.
I start to get impatient
I'm working so hard,
So how come I'm not there yet
I've played all my cards.
Life is like a rollercoaster
Mine never stops,
It takes me round in circles
Back to the start.
There are so many highs and lows
Yet they''re all the same,
I need a change of track
Something different to my name.
Each step I take aches my body
And I'm waiting for the day,
That a different train will come along
And take me a different way.
Dusty Streets
A blazing sun,
Food and Water
There is none.
Living on hope
Crying out,
Helping others
Around and about.
Children Shouting
They wail and cry,
Willing for a change
A signal, a sign.
They're grateful for everytihng
Whatever comes their way,
They're constantly working
All night, all day.
The air is filthy
They cough and they weep,
They want to survive
They sniffle and sleep.
Begging off strangers
It's all they can do,
Someone to help them
It could be you.
-Emily Eaton (13)
A blazing sun,
Food and Water
There is none.
Living on hope
Crying out,
Helping others
Around and about.
Children Shouting
They wail and cry,
Willing for a change
A signal, a sign.
They're grateful for everytihng
Whatever comes their way,
They're constantly working
All night, all day.
The air is filthy
They cough and they weep,
They want to survive
They sniffle and sleep.
Begging off strangers
It's all they can do,
Someone to help them
It could be you.
-Emily Eaton (13)