Here is a short story I wrote quite a while ago, and it's my first one. Hope you enjoy. Oh yea, it's not that scary, but I think pretty interesting.
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Traumatizing Termites
"Ouch" I groaned. My head hurt a lot from sleeping on a keyboard. It felt like someone had chained my neck to my keyboard, and filled my head with bricks. I barely lifted my head, as I had no strength to lift higher. I had stayed up all last night, trying to finish a report about the 13 colonies. Even though I had the rest of the day, Sunday and Monday, which was Presidents' Day, to do it, I still wanted to finish it. Because other than homework, all I do is watch TV and study insects. Did you say insects? Yep, I said insects. I find them fascinating, the way they’re so small, yet capable of doing so many things. Here in Foley, Missouri, there is almost nothing to do. No skate parks, museums, movie theaters, or anything else fun you can think of. After all, we only had a population of 212 people.
I got up from my chair, came out of my room in sweatpants, and almost tripped down the stairs. Recovering, I got a bowl of cereal, and turned on the TV.
"BREAKING NEWS- Termites are here in town, Ladies and Gentlemen! Already, more than 4 houses have been tented," the spokesman said. Wow, something interesting has actually happened.
"It’s my turn to watch TV!" my sister shouts, startling me. I stick my tongue at her and leave. I walked back upstairs, booted up my computer, and started typing my report. As it soon got dark, I realized that I had finished North Carolina, and was about to start South Carolina, until I heard someone knocking on the door to my room. I opened it, and it was my sister.
"Dinner is ready, get out here slow-poke!" She said, rolling her eyes. I got from my chair and followed her down stairs.
It wasn’t a traditional dinner today. Since my dad had left on a business trip, my mom cooked us dinner, and let us sit by the TV. As I flipped through channels, I finally got bored and watched the news. I found nothing new about the termites, until I saw the headlines.
"The houses that were tented earlier today from termites, are now GONE! The police have no idea why this has happened, but police say that it could be the termites. More about this story coming up at 7,"??? the spokesman explained. Wow, how could the houses all of a sudden be GONE? I finished eating and went to bed. Honestly, what else could I have done? I needed time to think about what has happened.
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I woke up to the sound of my third alarm. Oops, it was 11 o’clock… I rose from my bed as I cracked most of my bones. I changed out of my pajamas and into a half faded Coca Cola t-shirt and some basketball shorts. Ah, now I was ready to type. I sat down in my chair and asked myself,
“Can I do something else?” I sat there like a dead sloth, and finally got an idea, luckily before I could start drooling. I was going to find out more about those mysterious termites.
My bike cried out loud noises as I first started peddling, I should probably take it out more. After a few minutes I was going high-speed down my neighborhood, already 10 blocks away from my house, until I almost fell on my face from stopping my bike so fast. My mouth dropped, my eyes widened. I just couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The sun rays shined over the naked land that houses used to cover. The land where I would see every day to school, the land that made my childhood, was now gone. I biked a little more to my place-ground in our local park, gone. I biked towards the dull barber shop that I got my haircut every three weeks, gone. Even the local grocery store was gone. My childhood was now disappeared. Well, it’s not like my childhood was fun anyways.
I raced home, figuring out what people had done when the termites started attacking them. At least I thought they attacked you, AVOID YOU I wasn’t sure. I rode past more houses, seeing nothing but dead empty patches of dirt, some with ashes all over them, some with weeds replacing the dead flowers and some with water hoses still letting out grim and filthy water. People had tried to burn the termites, but soon realized that it wouldn’t work. Others tried water too, but nothing happened.
҉ ҉ ҉
After I got home, I called 911 on my phone, but no answer. I tried on all the phones in my house, but still, the landline must be down. I didn’t know what to do. A logical person would leave, but I have nowhere to go. Plus, I bet there aren’t as many termites as I expect. A lot of them probably die, so they might not even make it to my house. Oh, how wrong was I.
I saw a fly flying by the window, in the kitchen, so I managed to hit that pesky brat fast enough for it not to fly away. I looked closer to realize that it wasn’t a fly. It was a termite. I screamed and panicked. I grabbed a flashlight and a bucket of water, as fast as I could, feeling like my feet are going to break off. Sadly my frightened brain was too busy controlling my legs that it forgot to tell my family about it.
After stumbling on the stairs, I locked my door, closed the window shut, and sat in the corner of my room. The real story begins here. Here, as in when the sound of the flapping wings of termites was able to be heard from all the way down stairs.
҉ ҉ ҉
How long had it been? I think it has passed an hour or two, but nothing has changed. I still sit in the corner of my room, hands plastered to my ears, feeling like they’ve been super glued and eyes wide open, waiting for the moment of death. I hear something, something so silent, I couldn’t understand. I lifted my hands slowly off my ears, and then it came. A loud shriek came from down stairs. I forced my hands, back to my ears, and realized who those screams were coming from. They were from the rest of my family.
҉ ҉ ҉
I started to sob. It wasn’t crying after you get hurt, type of thing. It’s a cry that’s painful and horrible cry, which scares you and fills you with horrible images and questions. These are the things I hate. But at the same time, I also hate my dreams.
Is this a dream? A dream, where I could pinch myself to wake up? To wake up, and find my sister watching television in the morning, with my mom still sleeping? I really hope it was. I hoped so much, that I actually pinched myself. Then my eyes opened, and my mouth dropped. Am I waking up from the dream!? My door started to dissolve into a brown color. Hmm, why am I waking up and seeing brown. Uh oh, that’s not brown mist dissolving. It’s the termites! My time has come!
҉ ҉ ҉
I let out a loud scream, so loud; I could feel the vibration bouncing off my ear drums. I pleaded for help, at the same time getting up. I started slapping some termites that landed on me. Then I remembered… THE BUCKET!
I grabbed the bucket of water and threw it at the center of swarm of termites. Of course not. It didn’t do a single thing. I slammed myself against the wall, still screaming, hoping for something good to happened. But nothing good came. Things only got worse.
The termites overwhelmed me with pain. Over half of my body had been covered with termites, and they increased by the second. Blood sprayed on the wall, termites buzzed loudly in my ear, and my body was crawling with flesh-thirsty termites. These tiny termites chewed through my smooth skin, gushing out blood, attracting more and more termites. Nothing was happening other than death. Nothing had saved me like it happens in books or in movies. My life was over.
“CUT” the director yelled into the speaker, “We’ll have to finish the rest of scene 5 tomorrow! Let’s wrap it up guys!”
I was happy. All of this bloody make-up was getting very itchy and the costumes they had weren’t so comfy either. I raced back to the dressing room, and washed my face. I looked up.
“Hmm”, I gestured out loud, posing in the mirror, grinning, and “I wonder how the movie will turn out?”
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Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed! And please give feedback!
"Ouch" I groaned. My head hurt a lot from sleeping on a keyboard. It felt like someone had chained my neck to my keyboard, and filled my head with bricks. I barely lifted my head, as I had no strength to lift higher. I had stayed up all last night, trying to finish a report about the 13 colonies. Even though I had the rest of the day, Sunday and Monday, which was Presidents' Day, to do it, I still wanted to finish it. Because other than homework, all I do is watch TV and study insects. Did you say insects? Yep, I said insects. I find them fascinating, the way they’re so small, yet capable of doing so many things. Here in Foley, Missouri, there is almost nothing to do. No skate parks, museums, movie theaters, or anything else fun you can think of. After all, we only had a population of 212 people.
I got up from my chair, came out of my room in sweatpants, and almost tripped down the stairs. Recovering, I got a bowl of cereal, and turned on the TV.
"BREAKING NEWS- Termites are here in town, Ladies and Gentlemen! Already, more than 4 houses have been tented," the spokesman said. Wow, something interesting has actually happened.
"It’s my turn to watch TV!" my sister shouts, startling me. I stick my tongue at her and leave. I walked back upstairs, booted up my computer, and started typing my report. As it soon got dark, I realized that I had finished North Carolina, and was about to start South Carolina, until I heard someone knocking on the door to my room. I opened it, and it was my sister.
"Dinner is ready, get out here slow-poke!" She said, rolling her eyes. I got from my chair and followed her down stairs.
It wasn’t a traditional dinner today. Since my dad had left on a business trip, my mom cooked us dinner, and let us sit by the TV. As I flipped through channels, I finally got bored and watched the news. I found nothing new about the termites, until I saw the headlines.
"The houses that were tented earlier today from termites, are now GONE! The police have no idea why this has happened, but police say that it could be the termites. More about this story coming up at 7,"??? the spokesman explained. Wow, how could the houses all of a sudden be GONE? I finished eating and went to bed. Honestly, what else could I have done? I needed time to think about what has happened.
I woke up to the sound of my third alarm. Oops, it was 11 o’clock… I rose from my bed as I cracked most of my bones. I changed out of my pajamas and into a half faded Coca Cola t-shirt and some basketball shorts. Ah, now I was ready to type. I sat down in my chair and asked myself,
“Can I do something else?” I sat there like a dead sloth, and finally got an idea, luckily before I could start drooling. I was going to find out more about those mysterious termites.
My bike cried out loud noises as I first started peddling, I should probably take it out more. After a few minutes I was going high-speed down my neighborhood, already 10 blocks away from my house, until I almost fell on my face from stopping my bike so fast. My mouth dropped, my eyes widened. I just couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The sun rays shined over the naked land that houses used to cover. The land where I would see every day to school, the land that made my childhood, was now gone. I biked a little more to my place-ground in our local park, gone. I biked towards the dull barber shop that I got my haircut every three weeks, gone. Even the local grocery store was gone. My childhood was now disappeared. Well, it’s not like my childhood was fun anyways.
I raced home, figuring out what people had done when the termites started attacking them. At least I thought they attacked you, AVOID YOU I wasn’t sure. I rode past more houses, seeing nothing but dead empty patches of dirt, some with ashes all over them, some with weeds replacing the dead flowers and some with water hoses still letting out grim and filthy water. People had tried to burn the termites, but soon realized that it wouldn’t work. Others tried water too, but nothing happened.
After I got home, I called 911 on my phone, but no answer. I tried on all the phones in my house, but still, the landline must be down. I didn’t know what to do. A logical person would leave, but I have nowhere to go. Plus, I bet there aren’t as many termites as I expect. A lot of them probably die, so they might not even make it to my house. Oh, how wrong was I.
I saw a fly flying by the window, in the kitchen, so I managed to hit that pesky brat fast enough for it not to fly away. I looked closer to realize that it wasn’t a fly. It was a termite. I screamed and panicked. I grabbed a flashlight and a bucket of water, as fast as I could, feeling like my feet are going to break off. Sadly my frightened brain was too busy controlling my legs that it forgot to tell my family about it.
After stumbling on the stairs, I locked my door, closed the window shut, and sat in the corner of my room. The real story begins here. Here, as in when the sound of the flapping wings of termites was able to be heard from all the way down stairs.
How long had it been? I think it has passed an hour or two, but nothing has changed. I still sit in the corner of my room, hands plastered to my ears, feeling like they’ve been super glued and eyes wide open, waiting for the moment of death. I hear something, something so silent, I couldn’t understand. I lifted my hands slowly off my ears, and then it came. A loud shriek came from down stairs. I forced my hands, back to my ears, and realized who those screams were coming from. They were from the rest of my family.
I started to sob. It wasn’t crying after you get hurt, type of thing. It’s a cry that’s painful and horrible cry, which scares you and fills you with horrible images and questions. These are the things I hate. But at the same time, I also hate my dreams.
Is this a dream? A dream, where I could pinch myself to wake up? To wake up, and find my sister watching television in the morning, with my mom still sleeping? I really hope it was. I hoped so much, that I actually pinched myself. Then my eyes opened, and my mouth dropped. Am I waking up from the dream!? My door started to dissolve into a brown color. Hmm, why am I waking up and seeing brown. Uh oh, that’s not brown mist dissolving. It’s the termites! My time has come!
I let out a loud scream, so loud; I could feel the vibration bouncing off my ear drums. I pleaded for help, at the same time getting up. I started slapping some termites that landed on me. Then I remembered… THE BUCKET!
I grabbed the bucket of water and threw it at the center of swarm of termites. Of course not. It didn’t do a single thing. I slammed myself against the wall, still screaming, hoping for something good to happened. But nothing good came. Things only got worse.
The termites overwhelmed me with pain. Over half of my body had been covered with termites, and they increased by the second. Blood sprayed on the wall, termites buzzed loudly in my ear, and my body was crawling with flesh-thirsty termites. These tiny termites chewed through my smooth skin, gushing out blood, attracting more and more termites. Nothing was happening other than death. Nothing had saved me like it happens in books or in movies. My life was over.
“CUT” the director yelled into the speaker, “We’ll have to finish the rest of scene 5 tomorrow! Let’s wrap it up guys!”
I was happy. All of this bloody make-up was getting very itchy and the costumes they had weren’t so comfy either. I raced back to the dressing room, and washed my face. I looked up.
Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed! And please give feedback!