Reach for the Stars

Gym Climbing Rope

Hi! It’s been a while since I’ve posted, but I just wanted to share a college admission style essay that I wrote for my AP Lang class, please enjoy:

The whole gym was filled with smelly, squealing children just like any other ordinary day in elementary school. Some kids were tactfully doing every type of gymnastic move known to man—somersaults, cartwheels, roundoffs, you name it—down the spongey cheese-shaped mats one after another. The more daring students were climbing up a gigantic spider web of bright yellow ropes that reached almost all the way up to the ceiling. Once they’ve made it to the tippy top, they would let everyone know of their accomplishment by slapping a metal panel on the wall, which created a loud, gong-like noise that reverberated throughout the entire gym.

Every time I heard that echoing bang of metal, I felt my heart sink. All the other kids were like gods while I was a mere mortal, shivering in fear of their ultimate power. On the side of the gymnasium there was me, straining every bit of strength in my body and still being unable to do the simplest task.

I couldn’t touch my toes.

The burning sensation in my legs wouldn’t let me stretch any further. I felt like my whole body was a skyscraper; my feet were dozens of stories below my fingers, and I could never reach them no matter what I did. Sweat broke out on my forehead as I realized that everyone was past the warming-up stage and moving to the next gymnastic activity. At that moment, an overwhelming sense of insecurity washed over me and the atmosphere grew hotter. I had always wanted to be nearly perfect at what I do, but at that time, it was hard to bear the feeling of being utterly inferior. In the end, I was so frustrated that I left the gym and sat in the bathroom until the P.E. class ended.

This toe-touching experience was definitely not the first or last time I’ve struggled in my life. Although I always had high standards for myself to succeed and do things flawlessly, there had been numerous times where I couldn’t achieve everything I wanted. As a child, it was difficult learning English in school because I was used to speaking Vietnamese at home. It was hard for me to concentrate on or understand what other children were talking about, so as a result, I had trouble communicating with my peers, making me shy and unsocial for the majority of elementary school. Most of the time, I despised going to school altogether. And to top it all off, I couldn’t touch my toes.

Through all of these failures I’ve learned one of the most important lessons that I still apply to my life: the balance between attempting to be perfect and accepting your own strengths and weaknesses. For example, my perfectionist tendencies benefit me today, as they help me excel in the areas I already have experience in. Many times, I’ve played piano for hours straight so I can perform impeccably at concerts and fundraising events. Other times, I have meticulously thought out and created intriguing projects to present at science fairs, which capture the eyes of judging panels. And other times, I have made sure to not leave any small details out of my artwork so it can be the best product possible for my friends and family. My perfectionism comes in handy as motivation to help me execute my strengths, but I won’t ever let it take over me and ruin my self-worth.

Now, I have accepted that some things in life won’t come to me as easily as others. In order to move forward, I learned to be adaptable and acknowledge the skills that I don’t excel at. For me, worrying too much about being flawless held me back from actually improving myself. After figuring out what areas I required help in, I went into action to improve on them. Through taking my pace and asking many questions along the way, I’ve learned to love English and writing. Over time, I have also made many new friends, and I’m not afraid to meet or talk to new people when needed. Instead of school being something I dreaded, I now look forward to it every day, and I am grateful for the opportunity it gives me to socialize with others and to experience new things outside of my comfort zone.

I’m still a perfectionist at heart. I like to focus on my skills and utilize them to the best of my ability, but at the same time, I have the willpower to get better in other aspects—and I’m not afraid to admit that I have faults and need extra help sometimes. It takes a lot of strength to accept one’s own weaknesses, but once that part is over, the road to improvement will be much easier. Now, not only has my skill set grown, but also my life philosophy. I’ve learned to be versatile and confident in myself to rise up from failures. I never want to quit or feel pity for myself, no matter how badly my first attempts at something are.

I’ve changed a lot since that fateful day in gym class. Instead of feeling like a lost cause and limiting myself by reaching down for my feet, I now want to reach up above, to reach for something unfamiliar but within my grasp, to reach beyond the earth and accomplish great things that I never imagined I could do. With this thinking, I know I can achieve anything I put my mind to. If I just reach for the stars, who knows how far I’ll go?

Bullet: Part Eight

two hands reaching out to each other

I slammed the car door shut and buckled up. Bullet was panting, anxiously waiting for me to start the car. I really didn’t want to bring him, but he kept on whining and managed to escape with me anyways. I started the car and pulled out onto the street. I kept muttering the highway over and over in my mind, so I was sure I wouldn’t forget it. I didn’t have time for something like that. I kept feeling my pocket every ten seconds, checking that it was still there. Another thing I absolutely had no time for.

The traffic began about ten minutes after I left home. I jerked to a stop, a red minivan quickly pulling up behind me. “Sh-” Bullet started barking again, seeing a dog in the car in front of us. I groaned and slammed my hand on the wheel semi-reluctantly. BEEP!

“Hey!” A raspy voice yelled. I lifted my hand and looked for the source of the yell. Turns out the guy in the car next to me rolled down his window, and him and his wife were staring at me. “We’re all trying to go places kid! Keep it down!”

I bit my lip and furrowed my brows at him. I rolled down the passenger window slightly, and Bullet immediately tried to jump out. “First of all!” I yelled. “I’m not a kid, I’m twenty-four. And secondly-” I looked at his car. Frozen dead in place. I looked at the cars in front of me. Frozen. I turned around to see the cars behind me. Frozen.

“And what? You’re late for your date with your boyfriend?” The guy mocked me.

“Let it go, Todd,” The wife objected, lightly slapping his shoulder.

“I’ve got better things to do,” I answered. I rolled up the window and unbuckled. I hastily grabbed Bullet and flung open the car door. I hopped out and slammed the door behind me.

“Ay! Where are you going kid? You’re in the middle of the highway!” The man screamed.

“I’m twenty-four!” I yelled back, leaving him and everyone else in the dust. After running for a few minutes, the accident scene was in my sight. It looked a lot worse up close in person. The entire front of Rob’s car was crumpled inward, and the windshield was shattered, only half of it left hanging onto the car. Not to mention the whole thing was tipped on its side.  The blue truck was nowhere near as bad, but it was pretty bruised up.

Bullet started raging and barking as we got up to one of the police cars. The police were talking worriedly with one another, and one of them was talking to a tall woman with a bandage on her arm, hands running through her brown hair with highlights. Before I even realized it, a police officer was standing up in my face, and Bullet nearly jumped out of my arms. “M’am, we need you to leave now, please, and stay away from the accident scene,”

“Uh, but, sir. I-uh…I’m the victim’s sister,” I fibbed, not sure if just saying I was a former co-worker would work. I blinked my eyes slowly, trying to add some fake tears into my worried expression.

“Fine,” he eventually replied. “But just keep your distance.” He motioned for me to follow him, and I did.

“Uh, may I ask something?” I asked.

“Yes?” He turned around to face me.

“Wh-why isn’t there an ambulance here yet?  Are they both alright?” That was probably the dumbest question I asked that week. The police officer glanced over at the white car. I turned my head to look, and saw a woman in a police uniform repeatedly pressing down on something. Someone. I began to walk towards them.

“M’am,” He ran in front of me and put his hand out to stop me. I looked over his shoulder at the woman. “I need you stay away-”

“Rob,” I muttered. It was Rob alright, his usually slicked back, bright ginger hair drooping over his forehead.

“What did you say?” The police officer asked, looking dead into my eyes.

“Rob, that’s his name. Rob Maerring.” The police officer took out a pen and notepad, and started scribbling this down. “But, um, why isn’t there an ambulance?”

“The original one broke down on the way here, so one from a further away hospital is just now on its way,”

“Terrific,” I muttered shakily. I knew they wouldn’t be here in time. And I had to do something. “Wait, I think I might know how to save him,”

“Are you a doctor?” He asked.

“No, but I’ll need your help.” I handed the officer Bullet and motioned for him to follow me as I walked closer to Rob. Of course, he flipped and tried to grab my arm, but it was a bit challenging for him with my dog in his arms.

Being an idiot, I pretended to trip and drop something once I was close enough to the woman and Rob. “Oh, gosh, I’m dumb.” I turned around to face him and started to bend over. I quickly jerked back up and started rubbing my back. “I’m so sorry, I’ve been having back issues lately. Could you get that for me?” I asked. Being a good Samaritan, he bent to the ground, with Bullet, and went to grab the thing I supposedly dropped

“Wait, what did you drop-” In that quick second, I unbuttoned his gun pouch and pulled out his pistol. “Hey!” He set down my dog and quickly stood up. He whipped out his taser and went to shock me, but I put my hands in the air.

“Wait! Trust me! I’m not going to hurt anyone!” He moved the taser a couple of inches from my chest. Bullet starting barking insanely, but I kept shushing him and making sure he didn’t hurt or bite the officer by nudging Bullet with my foot. “I can save Rob with this!” I said, squinting my eyes shut.

“How?” He asked sharply. I could heard thudding footsteps and cocking of guns come up behind me.

I hesitated to ask. “Ha-have you heard of an Enigma Bullet?” I stuttered. He started to lower his taser.

“Yes,” He eventually answered. “Do you have one?” I dropped my free hand and slipped it into my jean pocket. I pulled out the bullet and showed it to him. “Aren’t they just myths?” He quickly asked, lifting the taser again.

“I-I don’t know. But I’m willing to take the risk.” We were silent. I could feel the tense energy of the officers behind me.

“Kill him, you go to jail. Save him, free of charges. Go.” I nodded shakily. I hurried away from the officers and walked towards the woman, still performing CPR on Rob. I unloaded the gun and placed the bullets in my pocket. Thank goodness my uncle was a police officer, or I’d be clueless on how to work this gun. I placed the Enigma Bullet in, not even worried about never seeing it again.

The lady kept glancing at me worriedly, and when I nodded at her, she reluctantly backed away. I looked down at Rob and frowned. He was bruised and cut pretty much everywhere, a huge gash right on his forehead, his tie hanging on by nearly a thread, and his white shirt blood stained, reeking of car fumes and smoke.

“Rob?” I said softly. My hands were trembling, the gun in my hand almost hitting the ground. I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes. “Rob. I…I wish,” Raising my voice with every word. I opened my eyes and looked at my half dead enemy, relying on just a scared girl to save him. I squinted my eyes shut again, not ready for the dreadful fate we might face. But I raised the gun and pointed it at his heart anyway. “I wish that you would live a long, healthy, and prosperous life!” And with those final trembling words…

I pulled the trigger.


Change in the Tides Part 2

Picture of the ocean with thunderstorm clouds overhead.

I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate not having the choice on how to live my life. I hate having to wear black all the time, it is just depressing. I hate that because of this secret I can’t hang out with my best friend at school. I hate having to hide myself the most.

“Why can’t I at least try to be normal for once,” I whined to my parents who were reading the newspaper.

My dad turned to me with a dissatisfied look on his face. “Honey we’ve been over this. We don’t want to attract any attention to ourselves.”

“No. Acting like I am emo and that I hate the world is making me stand out more. I am separating myself from society and I look suspicious, dad. It is not who I am. Plus, you and Mom don’t act like you hate the world now do you. Why does it have to be different for me!” I yelled at the end starting to get angry.

“Don’t raise your voice at your dad, Lily,” warned my father.

“I deserve to have a say in my life, Mom,” I huffed at her.

“You are only a child and you don’t know enough about the world.”

“I’m 16 dad. I’m old enough to drive, so I’m old enough to at least have a say in my life. I’m going to college in two years and I am so not going to community just so you can hold me in your voice longer!” I yell.

“Go to your room, Lily!” Boomed my father.

His veins we’re starting to glow blue. When us Calorians get really upset or just too much of any emotion, our veins start to glow. I was angry, they always treat me like a little kid. I clench my hand and make the water in my dad’s cup expand so much the glass shatters.

“Hope you enjoy your water,” then I turn to leave grabbing my hoodie along the way.

I hear my parents calling my new as I step out the door but I keep walking. I know that I’ll be in trouble but I don’t care. I just had to get out of there before I accidentally hurt one of them because I was so angry at them. I just kept on walking and walking not knowing where I was going, just needing to clear my head.

I end up at the park, so I sit down on a bench. eyes just listening to the chirping of the birds and chatter of the squirrels.making there way across the forest behind.

“Your Lily, right?” A random boy said startling me out of my thoughts.

“Yes….?” I asked obviously waiting for him to say his name. He looked vaguely familiar though.

“I’m Peter. Peter Carter. I’m in your Chem class with Mrs. Dubowsky,” he said sitting down.

Sure sit down. Please, why don’t we have a not completely unwarranted and unexpected conversation. It’s not like I was interrupted on my relaxing time or anything.

“So why are you out here all alone? I’m here with my little sister Emma,” he says as he points to her.

She was a bouncing, giggly ball of energy. She had hair the color of flames pulled back into two pigtails and was currently lost in her own fantasy world.

“Just to get away from my parents,” I indulged him with conversation.

“Yeah, parents can get pretty annoying. I don’t mean to pry but what were you fighting about?”

He seemed so genuinely nice and curious that I decided to answer him even though I usually don’t open up to people, let alone strangers. “Um, the usual. College and them being too controlling. I’m most likely in trouble for just bolting but I had to leave.” I wasn’t lying just not saying the whole truth.

“I get what you mean. Me and my parents are ways talking about how I need to focus on football so I can get a scholarship to a good college, but the truth is, I hate football. Wow I’ve never told anyone that,” Peter confessed.

My mouth flew open and o just stared at him with a shocked expression. I bet I looked dumb but I just could help it. “Wa-wa-wait. Hold on, aren’t you the star quarter back and the captain. How are you that good if you don’t like it?” I asked disbelievingly.

“I know right,” he dryly chuckled. “Football used to be my life, but ever since sophomore year started it started to become less about me and more about my parents. I played football because it was fun and I enjoyed it, bit my parents to play it so I can have a career in football like my dad. I don’t want to be a football player, I want to be a computer science engineer. Whenever I bring it up, it never ends well,” Peter said sadly.

“I know the feeling. Can I tell you a secret?”

“Sure,” he said turning to me with a curious face.

“I’m not actually emo, it I’d just an act. My parents told me that I had to act that way so I wouldn’t stick out. Do you know Cameron Diaz?”

“Who doesn’t know Cameron Diaz?” Peter scoffed.

“Well, she is my best friend. We have been best friends since I moved here in kindergarten. All a part of the act. We are never seen at school but are practicing inseperable after school.”


“I know–” I was cut off by the sound of thunder. I just now realized that the sky had considerably gotten darker and big, black angry-looking clouds had formed over us.

“Uuuh, I need to go back home. It’s getting late and my parents are probably angry enough,” I said panicking.

No, no, no. This cannot be happening. I am so screwed.

“Okay do you need me to walk you home, Lily?”

“No, I’m fine,” I was about to turn away when it was like the heavens decided to open up on us and a huge deluge of water dropped down on us, soaking us in seconds.

I could feeling it happening, the tingling sensation all through my body. Then I could see a blue glow reflect against Peter’s face. When Calorians get wet our marks that are otherwise invisible start to glow and our powers start to ignite. Judging by Peter’s face it was starting.

I bolted back home, not sparing even one look back at Peter. Tears started to stream down my face. I had messed up. Big time.

The Awakening

Ice cracked over the top of water

Part 1

There was no warning when they started to take us away from our families. They said we were special, now I know that was just a glorified way of saying that we were freaks and are too dangerous to keep in society. They split us by our abilities. The Furies who could manipulate fire, the Groundshakers who could manipulate earth, the Cyclones who can manipulate air, and the Glaciers who can manipulate water. I am a Glacier, or at least that is what I pretend to be. I was taken when I was twelve.


It was the middle of the night. I had been having this dream of a girl on a hill. Only that hill seemed fresh, like it wasn’t there two seconds ago. You could see the dirt mound with no grass on it. The girl had an aura about her as if she had just risen the mound all by herself in a matter of seconds. With a flick of her hand she rose off the ground and the hill ignited in flames. As the image got closer and her face got clearer, I realized it was me on the hill. I was the one with that tremendous power. And that is when it all changed, her face contorted in fear, like she had just awoken from a trance and whipped her head around, looking for something. Her eyes landed on a river and she seemed to command the water because a deluge of water was pointed straight at the hill.

I woke up with a start because a loud creaking and then a bang sounded through my house. Water was pouring from everywhere. From the ceiling, from the floor, from the walls. Everywhere. My parents came rushing in asking if I was okay. The expression on there face was like they already knew what happened, what I did –before I even told them.

My dad left the room saying that he was going to call the plumber, the expression on his face was distant, cold even. My mother was talking to me as if I was a stray animal, gentle but wary.

Another ten minutes went by before I heard it. Before I heard the sound of my front door slam open, squeaky boots rushing up the stairs and the surprisingly gentle knock on my bedroom door.

“Why is the plumber knocking at my door mom?” I say confusedly.

“Um, they aren’t plumbers,” she explained with the same voice, like I’m a caged animal, ready to lash out at any moment.

“Who are they?”

. “They–

My mom was cut off by another knock, this one a little less gentle. My mom rose from my bed and padded her way through my flooded floor and opened my door for the men. They were wearing yellow hazmat suits with shiny black boots. I couldn’t figure out why they where here, none of is were sick.

“Nobody is sick Mom? Why are they here?” I started to feel panicked.

“Yes you are honey, but it is okay we are going to get you help though. These men are going to take you to a facility where they can get rid of your…… specialities,” then she turned and said something I couldn’ t hear to the men and they walked towards me.

I had heard of kids with special abilities who got taken away from their families, but I never thought I would be one of them. Most cases they were forcefully taken from their families, I never once heard of their parents simply giving them up.

I feel cold gloved hands gripping my arms and lifting me off my bed. I struggled against their hold but it was futile. They were stronger than me and I would not be able to break free.

“Mommy, Daddy please don’t do this! I-I-I’ll be good! If I did anything, I’m so, so, so, so sorry! Just please, don’t send me away! No, let me go! Let me go! Please–!” my pleading was cut off by a gloved hand over my mouth.

I tried to bite it, bit the glove was too thick and did nothing to injurE the man. I was just rushed into this non-descript van faster. I tried to summon the power I felt earlier when I burst the pipes, but nothing came. Nothing happened. I didn’t feel powerful, I just felt empty. They must have injected me with something because everything went black.


It has been seven years here at Hammond and I cannot get their faces out of my mind. The look of utter righteousness makes me sick, but I can never hate them because after all they are my parents. Even though they condemned me to this hell, I still love them. I still miss them.

Counting Down To Life Chapter 21

Chapter 21

April 26, 2017

Somewhere in Brooklyn’s mind

Brooklyn knew something was really wrong when she woke up the next morning and was still in the vision. She had never been in a nightmare for this long before, she’d never had to stay overnight in one.

The girl hated not being in control of her own body. It was like watching a movie from inside one of the characters. It was weird, and something Brooklyn wouldn’t want anyone else to experience.

One reason she wouldn’t suggest this experience for anyone was the fact that she was driving to someone’s house to murder a person. Brooklyn didn’t even know who this person was, just that his name was Darian Calano. She didn’t know if he had a family or a life, but Brooklyn knew she hated killing people that had changed their ways and created something for themselves.

Brooklyn pulled her other self’s unfamiliar black car into Darian’s driveway. Once the car was parked, Brooklyn got out of the car and walked up the path to the house.

The pavement was covered in chalk drawings of flowers and faces, and there were toy trucks in the grass. The kitchen light was on, and Brooklyn could see three people through the window.

There was a woman with straight brown hair and olive skin. She was holding a small boy in her arms as she danced around the room, probably making breakfast for the family Brooklyn was about to destroy. A man was sitting at the table, his blonde hair was bright in the early morning sun.

He was the one Brooklyn would have to kill. The little girl sitting in his lap would lose her father today. The woman would no longer have a husband, and the little boy wouldn’t have a father.

Seeing the family together made Brooklyn want Zora dead even more. He was willing to murder the father to two small children just to end a suspicion.

Brooklyn walked into the house, surprised this version of herself didn’t have enough decency to at least take Darian somewhere where his children wouldn’t see.

The moment Brooklyn came through the door Darian put his daughter on the ground and stood, so his body was shielding hers.

“What do you want?” Darian asked. The fear and recognition in his voice were apparent, and his daughter peeked out from behind her father’s leg, oblivious to what was about to happen.

“You’ve been free from the Lord for almost ten years, but now, he believes you are in contact with the Guardians. I think you can figure out what he ordered me to do,” Brooklyn said. She was trying even harder to take control of this Brooklyn, hoping she could stop herself from murdering this man.

Darian’s eyes closed and he took a deep breath.  “Tell him I’ve avoided any part of that world for a long time. The moment I left, I decided I no longer wanted any part of this unending war. It’s been almost a thousand years since it started, and I was there at the beginning. I got tired of it, so why would I contact a Guardian. I left, and I had no intention of going back. I go back to my nest every month to feed, but that’s all. I washed my hands of it,” he said, trying to convince Zora’s lieutenant not to take his life.

Brooklyn stared at the man but didn’t respond. Instead, she studied his face, looking for a hint of a lie, but there was none.

“I have a family, and I may not have had the pleasure to meet you before, but I have heard stories of the mercy you give to those you feel deserve it. Please, show me mercy. Don’t kill me,” Darian continued to plead. Brooklyn looked at his wife and children. The little boy and girl were watching silently, and his was shaking uncontrollably, the smell of burning pancakes filling the air.

“Come with me,” Brooklyn ordered. Darian nodded and followed her outside, looking at his wife with sad eyes. Brooklyn walked to a spot where no one would be able to see the two. “Get down. Look like you’re about to die. I don’t know if anyone is watching. I’ll bring your family out here when I’m done.”

Brooklyn pulled a small dagger out of her shoe and coated it in blood from the pouch in her pocket. She didn’t know why this Brooklyn kept blood in her pocket, but as long as Darian wasn’t going to die, Brooklyn didn’t care.

The lieutenant pressed the knife against the man’s neck. She dragged it across drawing a little blood. Brooklyn leaned down and said “Play dead. Take your family and leave, disappear. Zora will think you’re dead as long as you never come back. Change your name and do whatever you have to do.”

“Thank you,” he whispered. Brooklyn pressed a small metal package into his hand.

“Use this to contact me if you absolutely need it. Contact me once with this, I’ll give you a new one when or if I ever see you again. Only use it if absolutely necessary. Now, pretend you’re dead. The cut on you’re neck will bleed enough to make you look dead, but not enough to actually kill you.”

Brooklyn pushed Darian to the ground and walked back to the house where she would help the rest of his family disappear.  The girl explained to the family what she was going to do and what they needed to do. Darian’s wife, Elaine, understood and her children, Iona and Carey, looked like they had an idea of what was going on, but they looked terrified.

Brooklyn knelt in front of the two children. “You don’t have to be scared. I’m going to help you go somewhere you’ll be safe.”

Iona nodded, and Carey continued to tremble. Brooklyn looked up at Elaine. “Come, I’ll send you everything you need. Darian already has a way to contact me.”

Elaine nodded and went to where her husband was, and Brooklyn did the same thing to them that she did to Darian. When she was finished, she left, and as the girl had promised, Brooklyn packed a small bag of things the family would need and put it on Iona’s back, making it look as if Brooklyn had caught her when she was either coming home or going somewhere.

Brooklyn walked into the hospital where the next person on the list was. She didn’t know if Hagan Jaral was a doctor or a patient, but either way, she couldn’t afford to allow another one of Zora’s former minions to live.

Brooklyn asked someone at the front desk where Hagan would be, and she directed her to the Maloan’s room. According to the nurse, he was in a car accident and ended up brain dead. At least that made Brooklyn’s job easier. She didn’t have to kill anyone and could just go back to Zora.

Brooklyn sat with Hagan for a minute and then left to go back Zora’s fortress, or house as he called it.

Brooklyn sauntered into the alien’s office and dropped into a plush red chair in the corner of the room.

“Have you finished?” Zora asked.

“I did one more today. The other one was already gone, Hagan was in a car accident last week. The last two I’ll finish tomorrow,” Brooklyn explained before leaving, not waiting for a response from Zora.

Brooklyn walked into her room, changed into more comfortable closed and slipped under the soft sheets of her bed. The girl drifted to sleep with her head filled with thoughts about Darian and what would happen to him and his family.

The Thor the Merrier: Part Four

Thor from Norse Mythology

            When they reached Valhalla, the grandest hall in all of Asgard, all the warriors who were eating jumped to their feet to greet their king. Valkyries, their helmets and armor polished and bright, stopped serving the warriors mead and immediately bowed to their king. Odin gave his subjects a benevolent smile before leading the Thors and Lokis to a private chamber at the back of the hall. The All-Father pulled a bag from his robes and emptied its contents onto a table. Runes inscribed in stone fell in a disorderly pile on the wooden surface.

            “I may have to look further than the runes to find the answers you seek,” Odin said to Frosty Loki and No-Mjolnir Thor, “but they should at least be able to prove if you are telling the truth about who you are . . .”

            Before Odin could do more than glance at the runes, there was a strange crackling noise and a hole appeared in the wall behind the table. However, it was not a hole that led to the outdoors,or another room in the hall – the hole opened into the room of a remarkably familiar spaceship, with a remarkably familiar living pile of rocks peeking out at the gods.

            “Hey, I think we found them – hey,guys! It’s me, Korg! Remember me? We all worked together to escape Sakaar and rescue the Asgardians.”

            “Korg!” No-Mjolnir Thor exclaimed. “How did you find us?”

            Another friendly face appeared form behind Korg – that of the slightly tipsy Valkyrie. “Your friend Heimdall somehow opened a portal to . . . wherever you are. It took us a while, since you seem to be in some sort of alternate universe.”

            “Well, I’m glad you have found us. I was starting to worry that we would never be able to figure out how to get back to the ship,” Frosty Loki said. He cast a sideways look at Odin. “No offense, All-Father. I’ve never been a big believer in runes.”

            No-Mjolnir Thor turned to Odin, Thor the Red, and Silvertongue Loki. “Dear friends . . . I cannot express how grateful my brother and I are for your help. We wish you fine mead and good food!”

            Thor the Red clapped him on the back. “Perhaps someday we can visit your own universe and see your Asgard!”

            No-Mjolnir Thor and Frosty Loki looked at each other. “Er . . . of course!” No-Mjolnir Thor said awkwardly. “It would be our pleasure!”

            With that, No-Mjolnir Thor and Frosty Loki stepped through the hole in the wall and back into the world where they were just Thor and Loki. The portal closed behind them as soon as they were through.

            Thor let out a deep breath and rubbed his eye. “Note to self – we are definitely not inviting our alternate reality selves to our Asgard for tea.”


Counting Down To Life Chapter 20

Chapter 20


April 25, 2017

Somewhere in Brooklyn’s mind

Brooklyn groaned as the bright sun shone on her face and practically burned her eyes out. She rolled over onto her stomach and slammed her face into her pillow. Brooklyn’s eyes began to shut as she happily fell back asleep, then she heard a voice screaming at her. Music, she realized, there was music playing in her room.

It was loud music, and Brooklyn hated it, but she knew she had to get up if she wanted the stupid noises to stop. At the same time, Brooklyn didn’t want to get up because that meant waking up completely.

Brooklyn groaned loudly, through her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. She looked around the room. The plain white walls and black bed sheets were unfamiliar. Besides the bed everything in the bedroom was white. There were two nightstands, one on each side of the bed, a tall bookshelf, and a clean desk in the room, but none of it was familiar at all.

The girl didn’t remember checking into a new hotel, and it wasn’t her room at the hotel she and the others had chosen to stay at when they first got to San Francisco.

Brooklyn called for Atifa or tried to at least, but no sound came out. She tried again, but nothing happened. The girl attempted to walk around the room, but instead, she walked to the bathroom and began brushing her teeth, then her hair, and then she changed into an olive green tank top, leather jacket, dark blue jeans, and leather boots that went to her mid-calf.

It was an outfit like one she would typically wear, but she had never owned a green tank top or leather boots like the ones she was wearing. After pulling a long, sharp dagger out of one of the nightstand drawers and sticking it into her boot, so it was accessible Brooklyn realized what was going on.

She was in a vision. It made perfect sense. Brooklyn remembered collapsing at the mall, she was in an unfamiliar setting, and she had no control over her own body. Brooklyn was in yet another vision. The girl mentally screamed and figured there was nothing to do except wait for the nightmare to be over.

Brooklyn left the room and strutted to another room. This room wasn’t familiar, like the bedroom. It was a kitchen. There were windows everywhere, and it was bright and looked so happy.

Brooklyn walked into the room and stopped in front of a table. A man was sitting at the table with a box of cereal, milk, and orange juice.

“Good morning, sunshine,” the man said with a grin. “Finally decided to join me for breakfast.”

Brooklyn just grumbled and dropped into the chair across from the man. She grabbed a bowl and filled it with cereal and milk, then filled a glass with orange juice.

“Orange juice and cereal with milk? That’s disgusting.”

“Oh, shut up,” Brooklyn snarled. “You do plenty of things that I find disgusting, but you don’t care do you?”

Brooklyn still didn’t know who the man was, but this Brooklyn apparently did.

“I do not!” He exclaimed.

“Believe what you want,” Brooklyn dismissed.

When the two finished eating the man stood up and walked out of the room. When Brooklyn didn’t follow, he poked his head back into the sunny kitchen.

“Are you coming?” He asked.

“Yeah, just admiring the view,” Brooklyn joked. The man laughed at her and waited for the girl to follow him out of the room.

When she finally got up and followed, the man led her to another room that looked like an office.

She had seen it in another vision, this was the room where Brooklyn was ordered to go get the Empathy Crystal. That was the vision that nearly killed her.

The man fell into the chair behind the desk and gestured for her to sit as well. Brooklyn sat and crossed her legs, not knowing why she was so calm. It felt like she had been called into the principal’s office.

“Before you say anything,” the man said. “I know you hate doing this kind of stuff and would rather have one of my other minions do it, but they’re all too messy. These people left my service without fulfilling their duties. Some of them have been gone for years, and I didn’t bother them, but I need to now. I need you to kill them. They are a threat to my mission. They are in contact with the Guardians, and they are all dangerous. I don’t want them to risk hurting helpless and innocent humans. Even I have boundaries.” The man handed me a list.

I took it from him and ran my eyes down the list. There were six names scrawled on the paper.

Namara Kinsley- Noson

Kara Tanes- Maloan

Darian Calano- Maloan

Hagan Jaral- Maloan

Mckayla Haynsen- Noson

Kaden Baltain- Maloan

“That’s a lot of Maloans on this list. Why so many? There are only two Nosons on this list. I thought you liked to work with Nosons,” Brooklyn said, studying the list.

Maloans are stupid and easy to control, and they resemble humans and blend in easily. [Nosons] also look like humans and blend in well, and they are excellent killers, but I stopped working with them after someone started getting jealous,” the man explained.

“Alright. I’ll leave right away.”

“Remember not to freeze when you see who they are and the lives they created for themselves. Some of them have built real lives, but they are dangerous and could break any moment. The two Nosons have been away from their homeland for a long time. They won’t be able to last much longer, and they’re probably in pain anyways. It’ll be easy,” the man said. Brooklyn stood up and walked to the door and paused.

“I will see you later, Zora,” the girl said. Brooklyn stopped in her head. If she had any control over her body, she would have gone into total shock. The man she had been seeing in her visions in for forever was Zora, the Crazy Alien.

Brooklyn realized that meant she, or at least this version of her, was dating her own enemy. The girl was confused and couldn’t process the new information.

It was too disgusting and horrible to think about. Brooklyn had just returned to Zora’s fortress after murdering two innocents, Namara Kinsley and Kaden Baltain. Even if they were monsters, they were innocent. One of the two women she had killed today was a musician, and the other was a mother of three and an artist. Both of them had begged Brooklyn to let them live, but she hadn’t hesitated. That was what scared her. This Brooklyn was dating an evil mastermind, a ruthless killer, and she didn’t seem to care about anything.

Brooklyn didn’t know if all of this was just a dream or something that had actually happened. Zora had always felt familiar, and something about this place felt kind of like home. Brooklyn had to admit, she was terrified.

When this ended, Brooklyn was going to tell Laz her visions were getting worse, but no one was going to know that she knew what was happening in these nightmares of hers. No one could know.

It was Brooklyn’s secret, and it was a dangerous secret too.