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(Halloween story from last year.)

Heaven… There’s no place on Earth that can even come close to its beauty! Ehrin knew that, and so did every other person who went there upon death. It was a shame that someone so young would find this out, but that carriage’s coach just wasn’t paying attention to the road.

It was just a typical day in paradise. She was playing with her old dog, Jester, when something started feeling wrong. It felt as though a weight had been attached to her leg, and speedily it pulled her through the cloud floor.

“JESTER!!!!” she shouted up to the dog. The dog only howled sorrowfully and watched her plummet to the Earth.

There was a sickening crunch as she landed on her back. She cried loudly and tried to move her wings. Even trying hurt. She sat up and looked back at them. They were now hanging limply, contorted.

With a sniffle, she stood up and looked at where she landed. Quickly, she recognized it as the graveyard where she had been buried… she wasn’t even sure how long it had been. Something was wrong, though. She knew this was the spot where her body lay, yet the headstone wasn’t there. There had certainly been one there!

“Ah… So THIS is Ehrin…” a deep voice laughed from behind her.

She whirled around, blonde curls bouncing on her shoulders. “Wh-who are you?” she asked.

A smile spread across the man’s lips. “Paul Hunter, m’lady,” he said, bowing deeply to her, black hair shimmering in the moonlight as dark eyes looked her over.

Her lower lip quivered. “Wh-what do you want with me?” she asked.

“Calm now, child,” he whispered. “Everything will be alright!”

“My wings! They hurt!” she whimpered.

“Don’t worry. It won’t last for long.” He draped an arm over her shoulders and led her away from the graveyard.

She tried to break away from him. “My headstone! I see it!” she cried, running toward a tiny stone leaning against the church. “I need it!”

Paul grabbed her arm. “No! You’re mine now!” he said, pulling her away. If she grabbed that tombstone, she would surely return to the afterlife. He’d already learned THAT lesson.

“LET GO!!!!” she shouted at him.

“No!” he hissed, dragging her from the graveyard. “I need you’re help, pesky brat!”

Tears began falling from her blue eyes. “B-but… Heaven! I have to go back!”

He continued to drag her away. “I have somewhere else for you to go. My bothersome sister needs to be taught a lesson, and you’re gonna help me teach it!”

She continued to cry, but to no avail, as Paul pulled her into a… motorized carriage?… and took her away from her graveyard. As she looked around at the faces of other tortured spirits, she abandoned all hope of ever returning to Heaven.

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 Fen glanced in the mirror. Still, there was nothing she could see with her God’s eye. She pushed the lock of auburn hair back into place and turned away quickly. After a moment, she fled the room, skin changing to fur as her body made the slow morph from human to fox. She was just about to run out an open door when something grabbed her collar. With a “yip,” she turned around to see her captor.

Once more, there was her father. “Trying to run away again?” he asked.

Fen quickly shook her head and returned to human form, the collar looking less like a collar and more like a chain-link necklace. “I wasn’t! I promised!”

“Perhaps you weren’t trained enough…” he mumbled, pulling her into the lab.

 (I am not posting this to gain anyone’s approval nor do I want to hear any kind of feedback that my belief is false.  I will respect your beliefs if you will respect mine.)

I see the lies as they spread like fire:
That we are all the same,
That we have conformed to rules
Which were never really true.
Our book of rules is called a book of lies
Which has been “lost in translation.”
And many feel all we wish to do
Is shove our beliefs down your throat. 

A few people flaunt the name
As though it was a parade balloon,
And they have tried to change the minds
Of those who are callous to their belief.
They go as hypocrites and ignore the law
Which was written down centuries ago.
And people think because we bear the same name
We are all the same deep inside,
And we are full of lies. 

Yet tell me this:
If faith has made me stronger,
If prayer has saved my life,
If I have felt the hand of God,
If I know someone who has changed,
If jubilation comes with my love,
If I have witnessed to prophesy,
How Christianity can be false.

Melinda walked into the diner in the middle of one of Angel and Al’s almost daily arguments.

“What’s going on?” Melinda asked Angel.

“Al won’t gimmie sixty bucks.”

“Why not?”

“’Cause he’s a cheap fucking bastard, that’s why!”

“That’s got nothing to do with it and you know it.”

“Then why won’t you give me the money?”

“’Cause all you’re gonna do is go out and buy drugs with it.”

“So! I’ll pay you back.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Come on. Don’t be so cheap!”

“I said, no!”

“Why?”

“’Cause I already told you.”

“Well, screw you then!”

“Look Angel, I’m not gonna start supporting your habit.”

“What habit? And besides, I’m not asking you to. I’m just asking you to loan me sixty lousy dollars, that’s all.”

“We’ve already been through that.”

“Well, fine then! Just keep your money. I don’t need it! I’ll just go out and get my own. But just remember next time you wanna sleep with me, I just might have to start charging you. C’mon Mouse, let’s get outta here.”

Angel pushed open the door of the diner and walked out into the street. Melinda rushed up to her side. “Are you really mad at him?”

Angel stopped. “No…” shaking her head. “It’s just that I didn’t feel like working tonight. Besides, it didn’t hurt to ask, did it?”

“He’s right, you know.”

“I know he is, and that’s what pisses me off.”

“So, what would you have done if he would’ve given you the money?”

“Whaddaya think!”

“Then what?”

“I don’t know…ask for more, I guess.” She looked back. “Wait here for a minute. There’s something I gotta do.”

“What?”

“Just wait here. I’ll be right back.” She turned and walked back to the diner. She pushed open the door. “Hey you!” she called out, standing in the doorway.

Al looked up. “Yah, what?”

“I love you.”

“I know.”

“Is it okay if I come over after?”

“Sure.”

“Thanks, Babe.”

“For what?”

“For being a bastard.”

“So, what time are you coming by?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Be careful.”

“I always am, Babe.”

Angel walked out and crossed the street to where Melinda stood waiting.“So, what did you forget?”

“Nothing. I just didn’t want Al to think I was really mad at him.”

“He knows you weren’t really mad.”

“I know…I just wanted him to hear me say it.”

“…Angel…?”

“Yah.”

“Would you really charge him to sleep with you?”

“No…but I should,” she started to laugh.

They continued walking along.

“Angel?”

“What?”

“Is it worth it?”

“Is what worth it?”

“Getting high?”

“Probably not.”

“Then why do you do it?”

“I don’t know. I ask myself that a lot.”

“Is it ’cause of what happened to you?”

“Maybe…or at least that’s what I used to say. But I don’t really think so.”

“I’m never gonna put a needle in my arm.”

“I know…I used to say that too.”

Angel said that she really loved Al. She just didn’t want to spend all her time with him. Sometimes she just wanted to talk about him. And sometimes she just wanted to be alone. She said, you can’t spend all your time with just one person, no matter how much you love them, and sometimes you just need to be by yourself. And sometimes you just need to be with somebody else.

They walked along.  Melinda looked over at Angel, “How long have you known Carla?”

Angel grabbed another handful of chips. “A long time I guess. Ever since I’ve been out here. And that’s a long time. I think I had just turned seventeen, and things were pretty shitty at home. Me and my dad got into this really big argument, and the last thing I remember was hitting the floor, so I decided it was as good a time as any to leave. So, I did. I really didn’t know where I was going, I just knew that I couldn’t stay there any longer. It was about that time I met Marco. Carla had already been working for him for about a year or so, and I guess you could say I was his new girl, I just didn’t know it at the time. I was just a dumb kid, and maybe I didn’t know any better. But after you’ve been treated like shit your whole life, and you meet somebody like Marco, who buys you things and takes you places, I guess it just kinda goes to your head. And then the next thing I knew, I was standing out here with the rest of his girls. But I guess I’ve been out here too many years to make excuses.”

Melinda hesitated. “…Carla said you had an abortion.”

Angel wiped the chips from her mouth. “Yah well, Carla’s got a big mouth. What else did she tell you?”

“She said, the first time you were pregnant, it was with your dad’s kid. And the second time, she thought it belonged to some john.”

“Well, you already know about the first one. But I didn’t have an abortion. I was gonna, but I think I was taking too many drugs at the time, and I ended up having a miscarriage instead. But the second time I did. But it didn’t belong to no john.”

“So, whose was it?”

Angel looked at Melinda and took a deep breath. “It was Marco’s.” A sadness filled her voice.

Melinda looked at her, taken aback by what she had heard.

“But he never knew. And I never told him. I never told anybody. Not even Carla. You’re the first person I ever told.”

Melinda could not believe what she heard. Of all the people in the world she thought the last would be Marco.

“But you know the stupid thing about it, was that I wanted to keep it…”

“So, why didn’t you?” Melinda asked, looking up at Angel.

“I said it was stupid, didn’t I?” Trying to fight off the oncoming tears. “Jesus, look at me! I’m shaking,” looking down at her hands. “I thought I’d gotten over it. But every now and then I still find myself thinking about it, and I always end up crying. I think maybe deep down inside I wanted to have his baby. But when it came down to it, I just couldn’t go through with it. So, I ended up having an abortion instead,” wiping the tears from her eyes. “I remember I was lying there, wondering if I really wanted to do this, and as soon as it started, I wanted it to stop. But it was too late. And then it was over. But I guess something must’a went wrong and I started to hemorrhage. The next thing I knew, I woke up in the hospital, and everybody’s telling me how lucky I was, ’cause I almost died. If it wasn’t for Carla, I would have. She saved my life.”

“So, is that why you don’t like kids?”

“Why’d you ask me that for?” Angel looked confused.

“’Cause Carla said, that because of what happened you couldn’t have kids anymore.”

“I can still have kids if I want to. I just don’t want to. At least not right now.”

“That’s not what she said.”

“Well Carla doesn’t know everything.”

Melinda knew that Angel was lying, but it was something she still needed to believe, even if it wasn’t true.

“I’m glad you told me,” looking down at the ground.

“Yah… I’m glad I did too. I guess if I had to tell somebody, it might as well be you.”

It was almost morning when Angel walked into the diner. Al looked up from behind the counter. “What the hell happened to you?”

“Nothing. It’s a new look I’m trying.”

He just stood there looking at her bruised face.

“Al… I’m okay. Honest. Can I have some coffee please?”

He reached over and poured her a cup. “You look like shit,” placing the coffee down in front of her. “For Chrissakes Angel, look at you!”

Angel winced as Al raised his voice. “Please don’t yell,” she pleaded, pressing her hand against her head. “I don’t want to get into that now.”

“Have it your way,” replied Al, sounding angry.

“Look I’m gonna be fine,” Angel said, staring down at her cup. “It’ll heal.”

“But what about next time?”

“There’s not gonna be a next time,” looking up at Al. “I know how to take care of myself.”

“Yah… I can see that!”

“Don’t, Al!” pleaded Angel, shaking her head. “Don’t even think about it. Marco’s not somebody you wanna mess with.”

“Fine!” walking into the kitchen.

Angel could tell that he was mad, but she knew he would eventually get over it. Or at least she hoped he would. Al was no match for Marco, but she knew one day she wouldn’t be able to stop him.

Angel downed the last of her coffee, then stood up to leave. Al walked out of the kitchen. “Are you going?”

“Yah, I gotta go back to work.” She looked up at Al. “So, you wanna kiss it better?” She leaned over the counter.

Softly, he kissed her bruised lips.

“Ouch!”

“Sorry.”

“That’s okay.”

“So, are you coming by after?”

“I’ll try.” She turned and walked to the door.

“Angel…” Al called out to her.

She stopped and looked back. “I’ll be careful — I promise. Just do me one favor, and answer the phone”, that was ringing in her head.

Angel said that she wasn’t really mad at Marco for beating her up. She said it was her fault and she deserved what she got. And if he really wanted to, he could have hurt her a lot worse. than what he did. And the only reason he didn’t, was that she wasn’t worth the time. The next day she paid back the money she owed him. Every last penny! Then he made her apologize to him and tell him that she was sorry for making him so mad. And after all that, she still ended up spending the night with him, even though she said she didn’t. But I can always tell when Angel’s lying. I don’t know why she did that, ’cause all he ever does is treat her like shit. I hope for Al’s sake, he never finds out.

“…Angel?” Melinda asked.

“What..?”

“What are you gonna do if Al finds out?”

“Finds out what?”

“You know…”

Angel hesitated. “…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“…Angel?”

“Yah?”

“After you gave him the money, why didn’t you just leave?”

“I did.”

“I waited for you, but I didn’t see you come out.”

“So, what are you doing, checking up on me now? Besides, we had some stuff to talk about.”

“All night?”

“Yah all night! Why, you got a problem with that?”

“No…”

“Good! ’Cause I don’t wanna talk about it any more.”

“…Angel?”

“I said, I don’t wanna talk about it.”

(I wrote this back in September or October for my English class while we were studying early American literature.  It explains why we can neither see the wind nor know where it comes from or where it goes.)

The Dragon Wind 

Prologue: Meeting in the Night 

The crackling of the fire was monotonous as the wood within slowly charred. A gentle breeze began to rustle the leaves. Above, a brilliant moon cast shadows through the large oak trees. Quietly, the tribe made their way to the bonfire meeting called to order by their leader, Isä.

“Greetings, tribe of Lohikääme,” Isä began as he moved to stand at the front of the bonfire. “It is with great pride that I welcome my son Mies to our tribal meetings.”
Mies nodded to the tribe, his shaggy black hair falling in front of his face with the motion.

“Mies has finally come of age and is now ready to hear the tale of Lohikääme, the mighty Mother Dragon whom our tribe honors by name,” he continued. He raised his head as another gust of wind blew through the forest. “These winds have graced our land for the past centuries, but many of our ancestors never knew what the invisible wind was.” He turned his gaze toward the flames. “Long ago, the only gusts that were felt were from the wing beats of the dragons.”
Hesitantly, Mies began to speak. “But Father, there are no dragons.”

A tiny chuckle left Isä’s mouth. “Not now,” he agreed, “but in the land of our forefathers, dragons ruled the skies.” There was a great pause as his gaze moved from Mies to the bonfire to the sky. “Oh, great Lohikääme! Come now! Show us your might! Show us the story of life and death, of new and old!”

Once more, a gust of wind buffeted the air, this time carrying the flames with it. Isä’s otherwise dark eyes were lit in the sudden light. The awe-struck tribe watched as a dragon formed in the blaze. Laggardly, the story began.

The Great Dragons of Old

Death…Destruction…Demise… Lohikääme thought to herself as her large orange bat-like wings sliced through the air. Those were the “Three Draconic D’s.” This time was not a safe time for the dragons. The weather had grown warm which meant it was once more time for the hunt. Below, she could hear the voices of the mortal hunters.

“We need the Draconic blood!” one shouted to the other, holding a bow with an arrow already nocked and ready. “The wounds of our people must be healed!”

“It is the scales we need! Illness is a greater evil!” the other hunter replied.

Lohikääme gave a large, coercive roar. She abhorred this human obsession with dragons. Various parts of the dragon did heal mortal ailments, but it disgusted her that the mortals would simply kill another race for the sake of their own.

The sudden noise drew the attention of the hunters. The one who was first to speak was already releasing an arrow. Lohikääme only had to open her red jaws and blow a single plume of flames to stop the wooden arrow in its path. Disgruntled, the two hunters began to nock multiple arrows at once. Before they could get a good sight of the dragon, however, she had disappeared.

When she was a safe distance away, Lhikääme landed on the side of the cliff. “I have returned, Aviomes,” she whispered, not wanting to risk being heard by any of the hunters down below.

There was a long pause, and nothing could be heard but silence.

“Aviomes?” she called out again.

A faint response could be heard that time. “Lohikääme?” a voice croaked.

She gasped. “Aviomes!” she called out, quickly trotting to the other side of the rocky outcropping.

The sight before her was appalling. Aviomes, her once dazzlingly blue dragon mate, was lying on the ground, one heaving side covered in a mat of blood with an arrow protruding from the center. “Lohikääme..” he whispered. Weakly, he motioned with his head for her to draw near.

Hesitantly, she obeyed his order. “Yes?” she whimpered, feeling warm tears welling up in her eyes.

“I… I tried to stop them… There were too many…” he croaked, lifting his wing slowly to reveal a tiny, motionless dragon.

“Nuorten!” she gasped. “My son! His scales! I cannot look…” Sure enough, the scales of the young dragon’s side were missing, revealing tender, soft flesh.

“I… I tried… Th-they caught me…” he mumbled, laying his wing down again. His breath came in pants for a moment longer before it completely ceased.

“My husband! My son!” she mourned openly, not caring who heard. However, no one was within earshot at the time to hear her roars of anguish.

After many hours of wallowing in her tears, Lohikääme straightened her broad shoulders and took to the sky in search of Viisaus. If anyone could help the dragons, it was the wise Great Horned Owl.

Viisaus was preening his feathers when he felt the gusts of wind that came from the wing beats of the dragon. He quickly straightened and looked over. He recognized the red body and orange wings. “Ah, Lohikääme! What brings you to my tree of knowledge?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Oh, Great Viisaus! I bessech you! Help my kind through these terrible times!” Lohikääme pleaded. “The Father Dragon is dead! Killed by the sticks of the mortal-kind!”

“No, now. Be calm. I believe I have just the thing to help you,” he said, hopping into the tree. He came back with a tome in his beak. He dropped it on the fork of the branch and began flipping through it with a clawed foot. “Invigorate… Invincible… Inviolable… Inviolate… Inviscid… Ah ha! Invisibility!” he hooted in success. “How many of your kind are left?”

“There are no more than fifty left,” she said with a nod of her head.

“Then this spell is perfect!” If not for his age, he would have leaped from the branch and arched through the air.

“What is it?” she asked, craning her neck to see what the owl had read.

“It is a most potent spell. It will be of great use to you and your likes!” he said, hopping back into the knothole. “Just need to find a few things… just a few…” After a short while, he came back out holding a vial in his beak. “Because all dragons are descended from you and are thus linked, if you drink this, the entire lot of you will become invisible to all.”

Lohikääme’s eyes lit up. “Invisible?” she gasped. Before the owl could even respond, she had clutched the tiny vial with her forefoot and downed its contents in a single gulp. “I don’t feel so good…” she mumbled.

Everything went black. The sky was first to return. Had it always been green? No… It was blue again. A strange tingling stretched over her body. She gained a sudden feeling of weightlessness. Then, nothing. With a deep breath, she stood up. “Well… Did it work?” she asked.

Viisaus looked around. “Who? Who? Who is speaking?” he asked.

The potion was a success! “You can’t see me!” she cheered, taking to the skies. All that Viisaus could feel was a strange breeze that came from nowhere.

She just had to try out the invisibility on the mortals. She saw a clan hunting and flew directly over them. Confused, the men looked up. The could feel the wind, yet the dragons were nowhere in sight. The only things visible were the clouds over head.

“What is this strange occurrence?” one man asked, holding his hand to feel the movement of air.

“It is the Dragon Wind, yet I see no dragons… Perhaps it is just wind,” the other replied.

Wind? Lohikääme thought to herself. Indeed! Wind! That is what we shall be called! She breathed into the rushing air, “Wind… Wind… Invisible wind…”

Meanwhile Viisaus sat on his tree branch. “Should I have told her the spell would come and go as she needs it? No… It will probably never wear off.”

Epilogue: Return to the Future

Slowly, the flames of the tribal fire died down to nothing more than smoldering embers. Awe-struck, Mies sat and stared at the remains. “Amazing…” he whispered. “Our tribe was named after the first Invisible Wind?”

Isä nodded. “Our forefathers who were in this tribe at the time of the Invisible Wind fought tirelessly to rid the world of those who would harm Lohikääme and her offspring in hopes that she would one day grace them with her beauty,” he addressed his son.

“Are they gone now?” he asked, finally turning away from the remnants of the fire.

“We will only know when the wind no longer blows from unseen sources.”

“How long could that be?” Will I ever see the day?” His heart was racing at the mere thought of seeing a dragon of old soar across the skies.

“There is no way of telling for sure, but it is entirely possible.”

Mies turned his head skyward. “What I’d give to see Lohikääme herself…” he mumbled.

Suddenly, the winds died down, and the leaves ceased their incessant rustling. The entire tribe gasped as a red draconic tail wound its way through the trees, followed by hind legs, a body, forearms, and a long neck topped with a head.

“Lohikääme,” the tribe gasped as one.