Behind the Paper: Part Nine

Slowly, I started to walk to the car. I have never been this scared before. What have I gotten myself into?

The guy lowers the window, and yells, “Are you going to stay there, or are you going to get in?”

No no no no.. This isn’t happening! I recognize that voice! It belongs to.. Jacob Rod!

I quickly try to cover my face with my hands as I run to the car. Having to open the doors with my hand, I turn my head around so Jacob can’t see me. As I sit in the shotgun seat, I turned my head to face the window.

“Hi?” Jacob says with confusion in his voice.

I was about to say hi and thanks, but then I realized he could probably recognize my voice.


“So you can’t talk?” Jacob says,” I shouldn’t have agreed to this..” Jacob looks at me. I realized I am still wearing my work clothes.


I turn my head and make a fake smile, “Hi Jacob.”

“Oh my god. So now I have to deal with you at work and at home!?” Jacob angrily states as he starts driving the car to his house.

“Thank you,” is all I could say. As much as I hate Jacob, I have no choice. I really do not want to go back to Darry.

Suddenly, my phone rings.

“Is that yours?” Jacob asks.

“Yeah,” I look at the caller id. Oh so now Darry is calling me?

“Are you going to pick it up?!” Jacob asks, annoyed at the ringing noise.

“No.” I turned my head to look out the window again and noticed it started raining.



Change in Tides part 1



My name is Lily and I’m an alien. My parents are also aliens. I have special powers that I am not allowed to use. You are probably thinking that sounds familiar to another story, but it isn’t. I am nowhere close to a superhero.

I wear all black. Black nail polish, black clothes, black eyeliner, even black eye shadow. Except I am not emo, at least I don’t want to be. My parents forced me to dress that way because since I’m really pretty– their words not mine– I would attract too much attention to myself. Emo kids are left alone, so that is why I only have one friend, Cameron. She is the only other person who knows my family are aliens.

Cameron is not emo, she is your regular highschool girl. Not popular, but everyone knows her anyways because she is really nice. Me and Cameron don’t talk at school because someone like her and someone like me hanging out together would raise too many questions, bit after school we are inseperable. It works that we are next door neighbors.

At home, I am nothing like what I pretend to be at school. I don’t have social anxiety, I don’t wear the color black, and I study really hard instead of pretending like I just don’t care about anything. I’m actually really girly, bit like everything else, I have to hide that part away.

I told Cameron that I was an alien on her 13 birthday. It was just us and we were having a sleepover…


Let’s go in the pool, it’s so nice outside today,” Cameron told me as she went through her dresser to get us some bathing suits.

Sure,” I said before going to sit on her bed.

“Pink or deep blue,” Cameron said turning around to show me the options in her hand. The pink one in her right and the deep blue one in her left. I nodded my head in the direction of the deep blue one and she threw it in my face.

Cameron!,” I giggled and so did she.

“Now go get dressed. You know where the bathroom is,” she said with a smile on my face.

After we both got dressed we headed over to her new pool that her family had just got. It had a nice pathway that led to her backyard to the pool. I don’t know what it was but it was like the water was calling my name because as soon as she opened the gate I darted into the pool.

When I stepped in, I felt a tingly sensation all over my body and could hear a low humming in my ears like the purr of a Lamborghini starting up for the first time. I had a smile on my face, but when I turned to look at Cameron, she was till frozen by the edge staring at me. I was relieved that the look on her face was not terror, in fact it was the opposite.  It was excitement with a hint of concern. It seemed that concern and excitement were battling for dominance, but concern seemed to win because she jumped in after me and quickly pulled me out. Her head kept on darting back and forth as she wrapped me in her towel and led me to her room before shutting the door behind us.

“Tell me everything,” she said, excitement seeming to come back now that I wasn’t out in the open anymore.

It was at that moment that I seemed to remember what my dad said to me before I left…

Don’t go into the pool. As you are nearing your 13th birthday, the water is going to start changing you. You are also going to start changing it as well.

The Thor the Merrier: Part 1

Thor from Norse Mythology

Author’s Note: Recently, I was able to take a quarter class in mythology, where I studied the mythology of several different cultures including but not limited to the Greeks, the Norse, and the Egyptians. Rather than have run-of-the-mill tests, the instructor assessed our understanding of the culture with various ‘creative projects’ – for Norse mythology, that meant describing a meeting between Thor from the Marvel movies and Thor from Norse mythology. The result is as follows: a chaotic tale (set between the events of Thor: Ragnarok and Avengers: Infinity War) with little plot but lots of references, befitting of both the Marvel and Norse universes . . .

           Thor woke up with a start, his face pressed into the dirt. The god of thunder jumped to his feet, both confused and alarmed, and found his adopted brother Loki lying face down on the ground a few feet away. Thor took a step forward and nudged the trickster with his foot, much like a person might prod a venomous snake with a stick to check if it was dead. “Loki . . . Loki!”

            Loki groaned and rolled over on his side. “I haven’t felt this terrible since that foolish wizard made me fall for thirty minutes straight.”

            “Yes, that was very funny,” Thor replied. “It’s been a very exciting few days – but do you have any idea where we are?”

            The trickster slowly got to his feet, taking a cursory look at their surroundings. “I’m not certain of it . . . but we seem to be in a forest on Midgard.”

            Thor frowned in confusion. “Why would we be on Earth? Not fifteen minutes ago, we were on the ship with all the Asgardians and the rest of the Revengers.” His frown deepened as he looked over at Loki. “Is this one of your tricks, Loki? I thought we had finally formed a truce that might last more than two days.”

            “I promise you that I had nothing to do with this, brother,” Loki said quickly, putting his hands up defensively. “I am just as confused as -”

            The trees behind them began to rustle violently, and then two men appeared from the underbrush. One was rugged and red-bearded, with a large hammer tucked into one of his belt loops. The other was sable-haired and handsome; he had a grin that said, “I am a totally trustworthy person, just ignore the knife I am about to stab into your back.”

            The red-bearded man jumped into a fighting stance as soon as he saw Thor and Loki, and he roared, “WHO GOES THERE? MORTALS ARE NOT ALLOWED SO CLOSE TO THE BIFROST!”

            Thor stepped forward confidently. “I am Thor Odinson of Asgard, and this is my brother, Loki. Neither of us are mortal – I actually happen to be the god of thunder.”

            The dark-haired man raised an eyebrow, and the red-bearded man thundered, “LIES! You must be frost giants in disguise!”

            “I mean, you’re not wrong -” Loki started, but was cut off by a sharp look from Thor.

            “What this wonderfully well-spoken man is trying to say is that you cannot possibly be Thor and Loki of Asgard,because he is Thor and I am Loki,” the dark-haired man explained, smirking. “He is the god of thunder and the common man, while I am the trickster god.”


Long Live the Night


The guard should have known something bad would happen.

He’d never had good luck guarding the library vault; he always missed out on the visits of particularly famous nobles, or fell asleep near the end of his shift and then was reprimanded by the captain of the guard. But for whatever reason, the current shift had been relatively painless, almost enjoyable.

It was two hours into his shift, sometime around midnight, when he heard the rustling from within the library. That in itself did not bother him, because he knew the vault was filled with all sorts of strange and magical objects. Some of them were bound to move.

But not five minutes later, there was a crash. And then . . . swearing?

He listened closer, putting his ear to the vault door. Holy mother of the moon. That was certainly some colorful speech.

It occurred to him that while there was a strong likelihood that the items within the library could move or make noise, it was doubtful that they would swear; not with such a wide range of vocabulary. Which meant that someone was in the vault. He listened again – there was more than one voice, so someones. Multiple someones.

At that point, the guard decided to take a chance going into the vault; whatever was in here, he was sure his superiors would rather him find out than the objects be stolen. So he unlocked the door, pushed it open a crack so he could slide in. He caught sight of shelves and shelves of books, scrolls, shiny devices made of metal, necklaces and bracelets decorated with gleaming jewels . . . but then, ignored it all, and concentrated on finding the supposed intruders.

The guard made his way around the maze of shelves, following the sound of swearing, which had been hushed a significant amount at the request of one of the foul-mouthed thief’s comrades. Taking quiet, tentative steps, the guard peered through a dusty group of books to an open area not fifteen feet away. There the intruders stood, having obviously snuck in from an open window that let in moonlight – three of them, crowded around a table full of scrolls and paper taken from the shelves. The guard couldn’t make them out very well in the dim light, so he crept forward in an attempt to identify the intruders . . .

And knocked into a shelf to the left of him, causing a large glass ball to fall onto the floor and shatter. This alerted the thieves, who looked up, caught sight of guard, and immediately began shoving papers into a satchel held by one of the intruders. Making a move forward, the guard slipped on glass – cursing his luck – and nearly lost his balance. By that time, the thieves were jogging to the open window.

The first thief – the one with language fit for a sailor – slipped out, golden eyes gleaming through the darkness as he ducked out the window. The second followed gracefully, the satchel gripped tight in his hand.

The last thief paused for a moment, his figure outlined by the light of the moon. The room was right enough for the guard to see the boy – yes, it was a boy, couldn’t be older than seventeen – cast a grin over his shoulder. It was filled with far more excitement than the guard believed the situation warranted, as well as more than a bit of mischief. Knowing there was nothing he could do, that he was too late, the guard stopped and stared at the overly exuberant boy.

With a two-fingered salute, the last intruder clambered out the window, disappearing into the night with his fellow thieves; but not before whispering, in a voice that carried clearly across the room:

“Long live the night.”

Behind the Paper: Part Five

Broken Mug

“NOOOOOOO,” Frank, Jacob, and I yelled at the same time. Desperate to fix it, I kneel down and tried to put the broken pieces to the ground. Frank and Jacob come rushing over to me.

“Don’t touch that! Your gonna hurt yourself!” Frank yells. As he told me it was hopeless to fix it, I got up. Just then, Garrett comes into the break room.

“Hey, what’s taking you so long with the coff-” Garrett noticed his cat mug in pieces, “No! What have you done? I simply asked you for black coffee! You can’t even get coffee without doing something wrong. Jacob was right about you!” Garrett yells at me.

Scared and defeated, I put my head down. Maybe Jacob was right, I can’t work here. So far I have been late, made an unhealthy relationship with my coworkers, and broken Garretts broken mug.

“Wait! Molly didn’t do that. I accidentally pushed her which caused the mug to fall, Garrett. I’m so sorry man,” Jacob apologized. All surprised, Frank, Garrett, and I stare at Jacob.

After awhile, Garrett speaks, “Its ok. I have like fifty mugs anyways.” Garrett then walks away.

“Thank you,” I say to Jacob. As usual, Jacob eye rolls me and exits the room, leaving Frank and me to clean up the mess. I can’t believe he could still be mean.

“I never thought I would see the day Jacob apologizes for his own actions,” Frank says as we were cleaning the mess.

Behind the Paper: Part Four

Cat Mug

“How long have you been there?” Jacob stands there, shocked.

“For a good solid five minutes. On a side note though, I loved to hear your comments about the soccer game.” I sarcastically say. As he stood there frozen as a statue, I make myself productive by getting coffee from the coffee machine. I first made Garretts, and then mine. The aroma of coffee spread throughout the break room.

“Oh, can you make me coffee too?” Jacob snaps back into reality and walks over to me.

Confused, I questioned, “Why can’t you make your own? Your right here.” I hold the coffee mugs and was about to depart until Jacob said something that made me mad.

“God, why can’t you just do it? You are so mean.” Jacob rolls his eyes at me. Umm excuse me! He is the one who tried to get me fired!

“Im mean!? I frankly remember an hour ago, you tried to get me fired!” I yell louder than I anticipated. We both stand there, angry at each other.

“Well we can’t afford slackers in this department!”

“Says the one who is too lazy to walk a few steps to get coffee!” Just then, Frank comes in from the elevator with a bag.

“Just the two I was looking for! Do you guys wanna go eat out for lunch with me?” Frank smiles, making me feel guilty. Jacob angrily says no and pushes me and Frank out of the way so he could leave the break room. Without remembering I was holding two mugs, Garretts cat mug fell to the floor, crashing into pieces.







Behind the Paper: Part Three


“This is your new cubicle.” My boss Fernando introduced us all and showed all of us around the floor. When you first walk in from the elevator, you are in the break room. The break room has a coffee machine, sofas, and a tv. The break room also has a hallway which leads you to the cubicles and the meeting room, (where I was previously). Jacob and Fernando have their own personal room, which is connected to the cubicles, where I will work.

When my boss, Fernando left, I put all of my stuff down and started to organize my work space. I sorted my pencils, folders- literally everything.  If you had known me since I was a kid, you would know I’m a neat freak. But apparently I’m not the only one because I noticed on the left side of my cubicle, Garrett (the man who agreed with Jacob in the beginning), was cleaning his own cubicle.

“What are you looking at?” Not realizing that I was staring at him, I blushed. I then look at his empty cat mug on his desk.

“I am going to the break room to try the coffee. Do you want me to refill yours?” I ask to not make anything between us awkward.

“Um… Sure if you don’t mind. I like mine black. No sugar or anything.” He hands me his cat mug and I carefully grab it from him. As I entered the break room, I see Jacob standing near the coffee machine, watching soccer.

“No! Come on!” He yells to the tv. I tried to walk quietly around him but then Jacob notices me.

To be continued…