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Answer 1

There was a loud crash as Bastian’s balled fist came down, swift and hard, connecting with the tabletop. As he argued with Dallas for the past two hour, he had become increasingly furious. The two of them sitting in a room only lit by a single oil lantern, the fresh smell of sea salt never leaving them as they argued, the ship they were aboard swaying ever so slightly through the night. Why was he arguing you might ask, simple. A girl. They were arguing over a girl named Sarah; Sarah was a girl from the hometown where both Bastian and Dallas were raised, they were practically brothers, but recently they started going after each other's throats after they simultaneously fell for Sarah. Their loud bickering soon attracted the attention of the U.S.S. Armada’s Captain.
He was a large burly man with white creeping into his beard and hair. No one knew where he was from, or even his name for that matter. He was never seen with any wife, children, or even a mistress. The door to the cabin the two men where sharing opened with the force of a cannon and the wood creaked as the door slammed into the wall. In a deep, scruffy voice the captain bellowed,
“What is the meaning of this?”
Dallas and Bastian quickly cleaned their act up, not wishing to be punished for fighting over something, last time they were mopping the upper deck for hours on end, everyday of the week. They stood up quickly from the table and straightened out their clothes as they quickly dismissed their spiff and pretended it never happened.
“N-nothing Cap, just a heated debate, nothing as serious as you needing to break it up.”Dallas commented, a nervous break in his voice. The Captain was known to be a ruthless man, but something seemed to be troubling him today, and he dismissed the two men to their room with nothing more than a wave.
“Captain, what’s wrong? Something seems to be troubling you tonight.”
The captain sighed, as he weighed the situation, the next words he spoke took everyone by surprise, the moments leading up to it so intense, it felt like a physical pressure was weighing on the three men.
“The Legend of Karisma. My wife was once my second-in-command on this here ship. One day, we were exploring a strange island right outside of the Bermuda Triangle. In the middle of the night I heard a scream, and awoke to find my entire crew, including my wife missing.” A single tear slid down the old man’s wrinkled cheek, the only emotion he had ever showed his crew aside from anger.
“I found out afterwards that the island was notorious for missing crews and leaving no one alive but the captain. I did my fair bit of research and found that nearly everyone that went there was looking for a lost treasure, one that was from the Aztec era. It is believed to be priceless. That island is where we are sailing to now, but not for the treasure, to find the lost crews and my wife.”, the captain took one look at their face and instantly straightened himself up, his face going back to the same old scowl.
“If you breathe a single word of any of this to a single person,” he drew his cutlass and press it against our throats, “No one will never know you existed.”
They both gulped loudly and noticeably as they both nodded weakly, sweat burrowing on their brow as the captain sheathed his sword while he exited their quarters.
Soon afterwards they both began research, trying to learn all that they could about Karisma. They removed dusty novel after dusty novel from the shelves, searched through other parts of the ship and after a few short hours met back together in their room and began reading, sharing what they found with each other.
It soon came to their attention they had created an unspoken pact that they would steal the treasure of Karisma, for themselves.
In a few days time they arrived at the island, Port Royal was the name, if their research proved trustworthy.
The first thing they noticed when they stepped off the ship was the green, a bright vibrant luscious green coated everything in sight. Long, thick vines hung from the trees. Moss covered ancient looking stones and rocks. Every colored rock and crystal imaginable coated the beach, a red diamond resting beneath Bastian’s toe, a black opal under Dallas’s.
Many of the pirates began swooping down, grabbing fistfuls of rocks, some filling their pockets, others filling their boots, only to pause to throw them over the side of the boat before falling back down.
The captain quickly put a stop to it, but saying the only thing you can tell a pirate to get them to focus. “This is mere pennies compared to the treasure of Karisma, enough to buy enough rum to satisfy your need for the rest of your life.”
They all immediately stood up and waited for the captain to give his next orders.
Bastian and Dallas both immediately began walking up the beach, looking for a specific rock outcropping that would hold as a landmark for their trip to get to Karisma’s treasure.
They walked for hours through the thick brush of the island, various vines tearing through clothes and biting into their sore flesh. They saw many creatures that were unique to the island itself. There were neon colored butterflies, a black worm with a pincher on the head and tail of its’ body, they even saw a leopard cub that looked only a couple weeks of age.
They eventually arrived at a river bank, exhausted and unwilling to carry on with their task. They both stared at the water for a moment, it was the kind of blue that you only heard about in book, the kind of blue you could only ever imagine when you saw it in a movie. Bastian was the first to break the staring contest with the water, before dipping his face into it, drinking as much as quickly as he could.

Answer 2

@Pixel @AngeI @KatMon01 @ThisGirlPretty

Answer 3

I really like this, are you going to make more? Super interesting! ^-^

Answer 4

We all sat at my house, watching a movie, doing a double date like any other Saturday night. My boyfriend Chad was sitting on the couch, his arm around my shoulder as we watched whatever movie was on T.V.
Melissa and her boyfriend, Jeff, where sitting on the other couch beside us; and we were all gossiping about things that were going on around the school.
The movie we were watching soon ended and we tried to think of something else to do. As I got up from my couch and walked to the window. My wall clock said it was a little past 8 P.M. as I approached the window and noticed the condensation on the interior side of the glass as there was a thin fog outside. I turn and face the group,
"We could all go out for a walk, it's still kinda light out." I smile.
Melissa looked at me like I got some psychotic mental issue. "Ally, why would we go walking when it is gonna be pitch black in 20 minutes?"
I tease her "Scared of the woods? You got your big bad boyfriend there I protect you." I giggle and go upstairs to change, bringing down a flashlight and a light jacket as the rest of the group got together what they wanted to bring.
We walk out the front door and start heading down the road. We all talk and forget all about where we are going. At one point I stop and look around. Not recognizing anything around me. Naturally this scared me as I have been living in this town for nearly 14 years."Does anyone know where we are?" I couldn't help the panic that crept in my voice.
Jeff teases me, "Who's scared now, I am sure we can just turn around and we will be home before long."
At that moment the darkness around us got very ominous. The fog thickened into what looked like a heavy cream and it darkness settled on us all. Through the fog I managed to spot a very dim but faint light.
"Guys, what if its a house?" I pointed off in the distance in the direction of the light.
"Ally, there is nothing there... What are you talking about." Chat laid his hand on my shoulder, "Are you okay?"
I shrug him off and look at my friends "I saw a light, and I am going to go find it, I want to get home."
As I walk through the woods, cutting to where I saw the light, it was oddly silent besides my friends footsteps. The leaves wet, the twigs snapping gently from time to time.
We soon come out to a clearing with a old run down shack in the middle of it. From the looks it had been built in the late 1800's and looked as if a small breeze would annihilate it, but there it stood.
Out of the corner of my I see a small figure, that of an 8 year old girl run behind the house. Hesitantly I start walking in that direction, my friends following, unsure of what was going on. As I reached the back of the house the air seemed to get cooler, there was trash everywhere. Broken lawnmowers, cardboard, paper, fabric and car parts everywhere.
I heard a small snap behind me and turn around in time to see a line of perfect white teeth smile, a sharp pain in my neck; and to hear the figure chuckle and it pushed the syringe into my neck. As it pushed the plunger down everything went black.
I woke up in a dark room that smelled very earthy. It took a second for my body to fully gain consciousness. The feeling of pins and needles began to spike up my arms and into my hands. It wasn't until now I noticed that there were shackles around wrist; my hands were high above my head cutting the circulation off from my arms. My arms bending back, my arms feeling as if they were attempting to jump free from my sockets.
I hung there for what seemed like hours; the pain soon becoming unbearable, I heard a loud knock and a flood on light blinded me. The sudden light forcing me to wince and look away. I heard heavy footsteps fall, one after another, and soon a large shadow was in front of me.
As my eyes adjusted to the light level, I saw directly beside me on the ground was a puddle of blood, with something something that resembled uncooked sausage in the middle of it. I looked up to see Chad, hanging by his feet, his stomach split open, as well as his throat.
I opened my mouth to scream, but the man was ready. A cloth was quickly shoved in my mouth, cutting off all sound. To my surprise the man talked, his voice oddly soft considering the horrors he has previously committed.
"You won't die here, but I cannot allow anyone to find you."
I felt my eyes open wide with terror. I was unsure what he wanted to do with me, or what he was going to do with me; and what did he mean, I wasn't going to die here. Did he plan on taking me somewhere else and killing me there.
I settled for trying to do as he said, ignoring my dead, mutilated boyfriend hanging from the ceiling not 5 feet away. I tried to stop the tears from welling up in my eyes; and simultaneously began trying to think of a way to escape.
Now that my eyes had enough time to adjust to the half light-half dark that was my surroundings. I could make out that he frequently shaved, as all he had on his face was a hint of scruffy facial hair. His jaw bone was sharply cut. He had a deep, piercing set of sea green eyes, of which seemed to read my mind, see deep into my soul.
I shut my eyes as quickly as I could. All I knew was that I did not want him looking at me anymore. I heard him shuffle away, that is when I notice the little girl I saw run behind the house come out from behind me, giggling. She has a short, razor sharp knife in her hand. I can’t explain it but instantly, I knew, she killed Chad. I jerked at my restraints, no longer caring about doing as the man wanted. Escape didn’t matter to me anymore. I wanted to kill the girl, then she spoke, with the voice of a horror game. “You should have stayed at home.”
Her voice chilled me to my inner core, goosebumps beginning to rise on my skin as she giggled. “If you don’t behave yourself, you will end up the same as your boy-toy.” She smiled, an action that didn’t seem to fit her well. Everything that I knew told me that they were some sort of sick cult. I mean, what else could it possibly have been. It wasn’t until now on my right hand side that both Melissa and Jeff were handing in the same fashion as I was, with shackles on their wrist, however they were both still unconscious, or were they… dead?
The child walked out of the direct sunlight, allowing me to get a decent look at her for the first time, she looked like she was more around the age of 13, with what I assume was once an elegant, flowing, white dress, now stained from years of dirt, blood and mud. She walked up to Melissa and slapped her hard. She awoke with a gasp, and started freaking out, the same as me, I had no doubt she was handling this even worse than I was. She went to scream, and the same as me, the man stuffed a cloth into her mouth.
The little girl made sure that she had Melissa’s attention before walking over to Jeff, with a fiendish smile across her lips.

Answer 5

@KatMon01 This is my other story, unfinished, both of them.

Answer 6

You should definitely finish them or at least continue.

Answer 7

It's definitely a thought, someone has been motivating me and for that I am thankful, or else I would not have even made it this far.

Answer 8

I'm glad you have motivation ^-^ it's great.

Answer 9

@Isry Come and read for yourself.

Answer 10

Its amazing
Youre a great writer cx

Answer 11

Waiting for this deep analysis of my writing. xD Isry been typing for a solid 5 minutes.

Answer 12

You’re very good at using descriptive words. Sometimes your description can take away some of the intensity or imagination your stories intend to invoke. (Or at least the ones I’m reading here). I would encourage you when talking about the mystical or eerie that you leave it somewhat vague as to make it that much more creepy or intense. However, your way of setting the stage for these events is second to none. If you continue to work on dialogue you’ll only improve! Just a few suggestions.

Answer 13

I will take your words into consideration.
Thank you.

Answer 14

I look forward to reading more of your stories!

Answer 15

that's better than me owo

Answer 16

In that moment, the water tasted like life-giving elixir. He continued to drink and drink, his stomach soon becoming engorged as he drank himself full.
By the time he pulled away from the water, Dallas was already fast asleep, laying underneath the gentle rays of the sun,which occasionally disappeared behind a passing cloud. Dallas awoke in the middle of the night to seeing nearly nothing. The late night sky was pitch black, no moon, no stars, not even a visible bird.
The wind suddenly picked up, rusting Dallas's short, shaggy, dirty-blonde hair. The hair on his arms stood up as the air filled with electricity.
There was a white flash and a crack, almost like the sound of a whip only magnified by a tenth-fold as a nearby tree burst into flames, leaves tumbled through the winds, dancing and flipping like acrobats; limbs fell from the tree and hit the ground with a crash. One of them narrowly missing Bastian's head as he jumped awake, on his feet before he was fully aware of what was happening around him.
A second flash of lightning was quickly followed by a third, fourth, fifth and sixth. As Dallas gazed up, he noticed that they all met together in the sky. Dallas ran forward, and grabbed Bastian by his collar, throwing them both forward just as the bolt, or rather bolts, hit the ground, causing it to shake violently. As they stood, there was a crater, around the size of a small car, in the spot where Bastian was laying only moments before.
As they ran through the thick brush, scrambling to get as far away from the riverbank as possible, as quickly as possible, Bastian couldn't help but wonder: "What the hell was that?"
It didn't take them long to realize one thing. They were lost.
They stumbled through the night until they reached the mouth of a dark, wet cave. It appeared to be made from obsidian, the smooth surface making it seem almost man-made. Dallas couldn't help but to stop momentarially to run his hand across it before stepping into the dark abyss.
As they retreated further in chill began to rise up their spines as their breath first became visible, then seemed to freeze in the air. They retreated back towards the opening of the cave and Bastian went out to get some dry brush so they could start a fire. Meanwhile Dallas cleared an area of rocks and dust so they could put it somewhere; while doing so, he found a very peculiar rock, what appeared to be an emerald, in the shape of a broken heart. He stared at it momentarially, and although he had no idea how he knew, but he was certain the other half was in the captain's possession. He pocketed the jewel and strangely enough, it seemed to emit heat, his thigh beginning to feel warmer.
Bastian returned, leaves and sticks in hand, and began striking two stones, attempting to get a spark to hit the leaves. After a few minutes he finally succeeded in his task, and in a few minutes, they had a fire going, big enough to provide them with warmth, but not big enough to draw attention to anything else weird on this island.

Answer 17

@KatMon01

Answer 18

I still love it. Very well done ^-^ I enjoy reading your stories :)