Sometimes I write to pass time.
I wanted to share.
Please note that there may be some vulgarity or swears.
I will censor out some words.
Unnamed Piece:
Apparently, it was my last day of school. One would think that I would be overjoyed, but I walked into school with trepidation. I don’t know what it was but I did not feel comfortable for some reason or another. I came to my classroom, looking up to meet the eyes of my stolid homeroom teacher. “You know, you really put off an aura of negativity Mr. Clemens,” I said. “Sit down Mr. Stone.” I took my seat quietly, but for some reason I felt like today I should disappreciate my teacher even more. I became overwhelmed with such audacity that I felt I could do whatever I wanted. I walked over silently towards Mr. Clemens’ desk. “Yes, Mr. Stone?” he said with a drone. “Mr. Clemens, are you aware that you are an anemic?” “Excuse me?” “An anemic sir. One who lacks good personality traits.” “Sit down Mr. Stone.” “You are also laconic. Are you aware of this?” “Mr. Stone?” “It means you use few words when you speak sir.” “Sit down.” “I believe I have made my point.” “Oh, have you Mr. Stone?” “I believe so sir. You seem crestfallen.” “What?” “Your underarms are very sweaty sir.” “That’s what crestfallen means?” “No sir. That means feeling shame or humiliation, hence your sweatiness.” “Mr. Stone I am not afraid of you.” “I’m sure you aren’t sir, but hopefully you do not act indignantly.” “Indignan-what?” “Indignantly. I hope you do not lash out in anger sir.” “Return to your seat.” “I actually had other plans Mr. Clemens. See, I need approbation to receive my award in literature. I felt as if you should bestow it upon me.” I stuck out my paper for him to sign. Mr. Clemens signed it and I returned to my seat.
A Slow Walk to Road Derby Food and Drink
I walked along the side of road for quite some ways before I came upon this peculiar sign. I read the words aloud to myself. The words were of something to ponder later on in my travels. I kept walking as the sun started to rise and more cars started to drive by. I had another strange thought and checked over my shoulder to see if I could cross the road. It seemed that there weren’t as many cars as I had thought there were, but I still crossed the road, skipping over the dividing line, in quite a hurry. I wasn’t really sure why I had actually crossed the road. It could have been because I was getting tired of cars flying by my left side rather than my right. Whatever the reason was, it probably wasn’t a good enough reason for actually running across the road in the first place. But I kept walking. I’d look up once in a while and see the people in the passenger’s seat giving me dirty looks. I would just look back down and think nothing of it. So now I was thinking about where I had actually intended on going in the first place. I wasn’t sure if I was hungry because I was bored or because I hadn’t eaten for some time, but I made it my objective to go get something to eat. I kept walking at a pretty decent pace compared to that of a turtle I suppose. I looked up again and received a dirty look again. Maybe it wasn’t as dirty as it was a horrified look. Hadn’t they ever seen anyone walk on the side of the road? It was weird. I kind of wanted food now and I thought about getting picked up by somebody. There really was no use in thumbing anymore because I was on the other side of the road and more cars had started to drive by. I picked up my pace a bit because I really wanted that food. It was more of a trot than anything, but I was still moving faster. I saw some signs up ahead. The Road Derby Food and Drink’s sign was one of them and I thought that would give me a nice meal. I made it there after around ten minutes and walked in pretty slowly. While I was trotting I began to grow a limp from an unknown pain in my leg. Maybe that’s why I was so hesitant when I walked in. There weren’t too many people in there. No one had really looked to see who was walking in at the time of my entering. Soon enough though people who saw me kept giving me that horrified look I saw out on the road. I just wanted to eat some food and have a nice sit-down meal. The restaurant was warm and for some reason I was already clammy. The humidity was pretty high but my wetness didn’t seem like it was from sweat. I didn’t think much of it and soon a waitress walked over. She asked me if she could call a doctor for me. I gave her an awkward look because I couldn’t come to think of any idea why I would need a doctor. I said no and asked for some food. She told me about her specials of the day, but wouldn’t look up when I asked for what I’d like to eat. What was she so afraid of? I was too lazy and hungry to go check to see what was so wrong with me right now anyways, so I stayed sitting in my booth. It was pretty comfortable actually. You’d think a place in the middle of nowhere like this would be run down. I guess someone had the money and appreciated the work of a nice restaurant. People were still giving me weird looks and I wanted to tell them to f--- off, but I was too lazy and hungry right now, just like I said before. I had ordered the Burger and Beer Combo Special and was awaiting its glorious smell to make its way over to me from the kitchen doors. I began to bite my fingernails waiting for the food. The waitress started to make her way over here with the beer. I started chewing on the longest one. As she made it to the table she placed the bottle at the end of it and looked up to me. I was still chewing on my nail and nodded a thank you for the beer. But, as was pulling my teeth with the excess nail my whole nail pulled off. My eyes widened and so did the waitress’. Everyone else who was watching made a look of disgust and horror. I spit in out onto the table and took the beer in my hand. I didn’t think anything of it because I was too lazy and hungry. She backed away from the table. I took the bottle in my hand and noticed some strange discoloration in my skin. It was kind of gray and flaky. I continued drinking my beer silently. It was nice and creamy and hit the back of my throat with a warm sensation. I put down the beer and realized my finger that I ripped the nail off of was bleeding now. Everyone kept staring. I didn’t have a napkin so I thought I could just suck on it for the time being. It was bleeding a lot more than I thought and when I stuck my finger in my mouth I felt a gush of it hit the back of my throat. I felt and even stranger sensation than I had from the beer. It was warm and smooth and actually had a nice tanginess too it. I kept sucking it as people watched me. My finger stopped bleeding and my meal was coming over to me. The waitress placed it at the end of the table again so I dragged the plate over. I looked at it and was very satisfied. I scratched my head for an instant. I and many others watched as strands of my hair started to fall into my meal. I kept scratching my head though and bloody, flakey skin started to fall in too. I looked at the cow sandwich and lost my appetite for such a meal. My fingers were bloody again from my head, so I just sucked on them. The blood was hot, sticky, and tasty. A man began to approach me from across the room as everyone else watched in terror. He asked me what the f--- I was doing. I told him to get the f-- away from me, but he just stopped, eyes wide. He asked me what I had said, and again I told him to get the f--- away. He didn’t understand what I was saying for some reason and he told me to speak up. I yelled at him to get the f--- away, but I knew whatever I was saying wasn’t getting through to him. He asked me why I was f---ing moaning. I got up and started to walk at him with my limp. I picked up a good pace and let my other leg drag behind. He began to pick up a chair to swing at me and everyone started to scream. He was a nice fat man and he began to look a little juicy too. I ran at him, and as he swung I dove onto him. I grabbed onto his arm and sank my teeth into him as everyone watched.
The Beaten Twelve
Influenced by the story of Beowulf, twelve orphans take down the wicked Lednerg with the help of a true hero.
Eleven children sat quietly with their heads down in a small, candlelit room. The old, striped wallpaper had torn over many years. Maintenance wasn’t a main priority in this orphanage anymore. Faint red splotches spotted the wall. The twelfth child slammed into wall leaving a fresh splotch behind.
Blood dripped from the side of Jesse’s head as he got up. His body was weak, crippled, and undeniably broken.
“Get up boy!” The old woman was furious for, once again, no reason whatsoever. She grabbed Jesse with her bony hands, tossing him into the wall. The other orphans watched, waiting to see who was next.
“She’s really going to kill him this time,” Sarah whispered to the boy near her. She looked back down at the floor, hoping Miss Lednerg wouldn’t choose her as her next victim of the day. She wondered what made this so entertaining. The orphans sat quietly sobbing, bodies bruised.
Jesse was beyond tired, his body lacking any energy at all to get up again. Lednerg left him there and turned to the rest of the kids.
“Who’s next? It must be the kind Jeffrey, right?”
She looked into his eyes as he looked to hers, trembling. “What about young Sarah? You look ready to be –” The phone rang in the other room. Lednerg scoffed and walked out slowly. The kids sighed in relief.
“What are we to do?” Jeffrey asked the rest of the whimpering kids, still in shock of what had happened to Jesse. The boy still lay motionless by the wall.
“She’s never going to let us out of here. You do realize that right, friend?” A boy of twelve spoke up. He had been here since five. Scars lined the side of his face. Lednerg’s anger had been thrown in his direction many times before.
The children sat quietly once again, fearing what was to happen next. They listened to Lednerg’s muffled voice from the other room. They wished they had known what she was talking about. They hoped it was something that would take her away from this dark place. Sarah got up quietly.
“What are you doing Sarah?” A sharp whisper came from Tyler, a boy of ten. “You know if Lednerg comes back and finds you attempting to leave, you’ll be beaten.”
“I’m not going anywhere Tyler,” Sarah retorted just as sharply, her eyes telling him to shut up and stay quiet. “I want to hear what she’s saying.” Sarah crept closer to the door of the room the twelve children had lived in together for so long.
“What do you mean I have to report to the head of the orphanage administration?” Sarah heard Lednerg ask angrily to whoever was on the other end of the phone. “What do you think I am to do with these children? I cannot just leave them alone here. They need to be fed.” Sarah heard this and grew even angrier at the hag. They had not been fed for days.
Sarah heard Lednerg’s footsteps become louder and louder. She darted back to the place where she had sat before. The door opened and Lednerg stood at the threshold. An awfully creepy silhouette of her skinny, old, body had the rest of the kids trembling along with Jeffrey. They wondered who was to be her next victim. Sarah knew no one would be harmed for the rest of the day. There was a sudden glimpse of hope.
“It seems something more important than playing with you kids has come to my attention.” The children watched as she stepped through the doorway. The faint glow of the candle lit up her face. The dark craters and crevices in her face drooped as she frowned. “I suppose I must go for a day or two.” Brian, a boy of six, accidentally let out a smile. Lednerg saw it instantly.
“Do you assume that these couple days will be the best times you’ve had here boy?” Lednerg’s natural frown turned into a dark, sinister smile. “When I come back, you’ll be first to repay the time I lost over my absense.” The boy’s eyes swelled with fear. “Stand up Brian. Maybe we can remind you how you’re supposed to act around here.”
Brian stood up, tears dripping from his chin onto the wood floor. He began to sob louder and louder. “You are weak, boy. Oh, and now you’ve begun to wet yourself? You are an embarrassment. I have no use to beat you today. Sit down, and keep quiet.” Lednerg laughed to herself, loving how easy it was to frighten these kids.
The children all sat quietly for a time. Lednerg was so powerful. Her words cut like daggers. They were almost worse than her beatings.
“It’s time I get to packing. I’ll see you soon my dears.” Lednerg walked out, slamming the door behind her.
“This is our time friends,” Sarah said to the crowd of children. “This is our time to fight back.”
“How do you suppose we do that?” Jesse started to get up from where he had once lain. “We are all weak from beatings and lack of food.” The blood that had dripped down the side of his head had crusted and dried. His right eye was bloodshot. He looked almost demonic. The children looked away toward Sarah.
“Have you heard of the boy from one of the other rooms? I believe his name is Sam.” The children’s’ faces contorted in confusion, wondering what made this boy so important. “I heard that this boy stood up to Lednerg when he was twelve, smashing a lamp into the side of her head. He’s sixteen now.”
“And what has he been doing for the last four years?” Jesse replied with a snort.
“Lednerg took his face to a scalding hot iron. He’s stayed quiet ever since.” Sarah gave Jesse a strange look. She seemed much more confident than usual.
“Don’t tell me we’re going to get this boy. He can be no use to us now. He is broken. Whatever plan you have is futile to say the least.” Jesse turned his head back down to floor. He had lost hope years ago, when he was first beaten by Lednerg.
“And we are to wait here for Lednerg?” Sarah’s eyes flared with anger. “We are getting this boy, whether you like it or not.” She stood and turned back towards the rest of the children. Her clothes, body, and hair were all dirtied over the years in the orphanage. The candlelight glowed softly off her rags. Her gaunt body made her look weak, yet her eyes were fierce with determination. She stood strong over the children. She was their leader.
“I’m in.” Brian and Jeffrey said together. They cleared their tears from their eyes. They felt a newfound strength growing inside them. Jesse looked on as the rest of the children stood up, motivated to help Sarah as well.
“They believe in you, Sarah.” Jesse looked at her. His eyes were like stone. He had let the rage build up in him too long. “It’s time for this witch to die.” The door slammed open. The children sat back down quickly.
“It seems I forgot your food for the next couple days.” Lednerg tossed in some pieces of stale bread. “I don’t want you dying on me while I’m gone.” The door closed again. She hadn’t heard a word of their plan.
The night passed and when the children woke, Lednerg was gone.
Sarah opened the door of their room. She took in a deep breath through her nose and gagged. A musky smell wafted throughout the orphanage. Lednerg was such a vile creature.
Just down the hall, another room just like theirs held Sam. Despite living on the same diet as the rest of the kids in the orphanage, he had grown taller and stronger. Unlike the other rooms, he was the only one in his. He sat in chains every day.
“I am Sam Wolf. I am fearless,” he spoke to himself, never losing courage.
Every day, Lednerd would visit Sam Wolf. She spat on him, tossed him his morsels of stale bread, and then slammed the door of his room shut. He was left in his candlelit room. Light shone off his half burnt face as he chewed his rations. He would not let Lednerg’s wickedness overpower his valor.
Sam sensed a feeling of hope, but he was not sure why. Lednerg was gone for a time now. For that he was happy, but still wondered why he felt such a strange sensation. Then he heard footsteps.
Outside Sam’s door hung a set of keys. “For the shackles I presume,” said Sarah standing along with the eleven others. Grabbing them, they jingled. They opened the door. Sam sat inside. He grinned.
“And why have the Beaten Twelve come to see the Wolf?” Sam asked smirking.
“Lednerg needs to die,” Sarah said to him, her words strong with courage. “And you’re going to do it.”
“Ha,” Sam laughed, “a dirty deed for such a young child.” Sarah looked at him with distaste.
“Aren’t you angry?” Sarah questioned Sam. “Aren’t you hungry for revenge?”
“Milady, do not fear for I only jest,” he said snickering at his humorous tone, acting as if he was a valiant and noble warrior from English mythology. “I’ve been ready to kill Lednerg for years. Unlock these chains and I will help you.” Sam nudged at the chains that had held him to the ground for so long.
Sarah handed the keys off to Jeremy and Brian. Soon enough Sam was free, standing amongst the others. Somehow his arms were muscular, his legs tone, ready for battle. Sarah was surprised he was not able to break free of the chains himself.
Over the next day the children plotted out their main course of action. Most of them watched on while Sam, Sarah, and Jesse spoke to one another.
“She is just one woman,” Sam said. “I can take her down myself.” Sarah’s eyes caught his.
“Sam, you must have a plan before you dart out in attempt to take down your enemy.” Sarah knew they had only one chance to make up for all of the lives Lednerg had ruined over her years as the owner of this terrible orphanage.
“If we live in fear any longer we will surely die,” said Jesse.
“I fear nothing,” Sam quickly said in return to Jesse’s comment. “For now, we continue to speak of the possibilities. We must have faith in Sarah, our leader.” Sarah looked down, letting a smile escape.
Jesse backed away into the crowd of quieter children. He looked on quietly along with the others.
By nighttime Sarah and the Wolf had come up with their plan to kill the nasty woman that had ruined their lives. For now, they had to wait. Sarah sat up against the wall. She would not sleep tonight.
The candles burned throughout the night. Sarah made sure no one was left in the darkness.
The sun broke the horizon. A cracked part of the wall emanated a soft glow over the orphans. Their eyes slowly opened. Sarah watched on as her companions yawned and rubbed the sleep from their eyes. Across from her sat Sam. She had not even noticed him before. She wondered if he had been awake all night as well, sleepless from thoughts of the day to come.
After eating the rest of the hard, crusty bread, the children looked towards Sarah and Sam.
“Are you ready Sam?” Sarah asked him even though she knew he was. He smiled. Sarah was able to look past his burnt face and saw the true Wolf behind his injuries. They had lived such similar lives.
Then the door of the orphanage opened with a creak. Lednerg was back.
“Ready your positions as we planned,” Sam ordered the rest of the children. They stood up and put their backs to the wall across from the door. Sam leaned up against the opposite wall, ready to pounce. He took off his shirt, twisted it, and wound both sides around his hands.
The door opened with a slam. “Hello my darlings,” Lednerg said taking a step into the room. She looked upon the faces of the children. They were all smiling. “Hell if you kids keep smiling I will rip out your teeth.” Brian laughed.
“What could you possibly be laughing at Brian?” Lednerg was furious. She walked over quickly and grabbed him, smashing him into the wall. He giggled.
“Stop this!” Lednerg yelled. Her breath was putrid, but Brian looked on, his eyes lit up. “Why are you happy boy?”
“Because the Wolf is here,” Brian said, watching as her eyes went from look of anger to that of horror.
“What did you do you little—” And it was in that moment that she felt a powerful tug around her throat. Sam ripped her to the hard wood floor.
Coughing and wheezing, Lednerg felt a smash to the side of her head. She yelped out in pain. Throwing her arms out, she caught Sam’s leg, pulling it out from under him. She ran over to a corner of the room to catch her breath. She was furious.
Sam got back up and looked at her. He smirked, saying, “Now Lednerg, what is the point of trying to fight? I am stronger, faster, and more powerful than you ever were. You have nothing left to do but die.” He ran and jumped on her. Her back hit the striped wall and she slumped to the floor.
She wailed and started to slash the Wolf with her long, disgusting fingernails. Her nails caught onto his face a ripped deep into his skin. He did not even make a sound.
Sam went for her throat and began to choke her. Lednerg continued to swipe at him so he let go of her neck and stood up. The Wolf kicked her in the sides; shrieks of pains filled the orphanage. She looked up and saw his foot coming right at her face. Lednerg’s neck snapped back, a rush blood burst from her nose and mouth. Lednerg’s vision began to fade as she watched the rest of the children surround her.
Lednerg woke with a violent headache. In an attempt to rub her head she noticed her arms and legs were bound by Sam’s chains. They were even tighter than she had made them for him. She screamed.
The door of the room opened. “It seems the lovely Lednerg has awoken,” Sam said to her with a smile. “We didn’t think you’d survive. Fortunately, we were wrong.”
“You’re all sick freaks,” yelled Lednerg. The taste blood swirled around in her mouth.
“That’s so funny because we were just saying the same thing about you!” Sam laughed at the ugly witch. He felt a hand touch him from behind and he moved away from the doorway. Lednerg saw Sarah and she grew even angrier.
“Don’t say a word hag,” Sarah said with a courageous and aggressive tone. “You have destroyed so many lives and now it is your time to get what you’ve deserved for so long. Goodbye Lednerg.” Sarah walked away slowly.
Sam came back into the room with an iron in his hand. He looked at and said, “Do you remember this? I’m sure you do.”
“No! Stop! Please!” Lednerg begged for her life.
He was about to plug in the iron and then looked to her and said, “You think I would actually do something like this?” His eyes darkened. “I would never. You deserve much worse. Jesse, get in here!”
Jesse walked into the room holding something as well.
“What is that?” Lednerg asked frantically, her eyes wide with fear.
“Oh come on Lednerg,” Sam said to her as Jesse handed over the item. “I know you’ve seen a baseball bat before. We found it in one of your closets smeared with blood. We tried to wash it off for the special occasion, but you know how blood stains.”
He walked over beside her and wheeled the bat back.
Lednerg screeched, trying to pull herself out of the chains. Her nasty screams were cut short with a crunch. The bat caught her under the chin, lopping off her head.
They were free.
