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I'm a natural writer and a sports addict! People think ima goody2shoes, but I have respect for rules
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Paige Kindig updated bio
I'm a natural writer and a sports addict! People think ima goody2shoes, but I have respect for rules
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Paige Kindig updated bio
I'm a natural writer and a sports addict! People think ima goody2shoes, but I have respect for rules
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Dear Heyzap followers reading my book, I will be deleting this app from my phone due to unneccessary requirements during updates. If you would like to continue following my posts of my book, I sense there is at least one person who does, then let me know. I do have a facebook account and would be willing to continue the chapter readings on there. Thank you
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Chapter 5: this is only the first half of chapter 5, so watch for part 2 in my posts. Hopefully this will make it so I can post chapter 5, finally. The Beasts I rubbed my arms trying to warm myself as I sat inside the cave with Joel, Bruce, and Travis. I kept my eyes down, pointed toward the fire, and listened to Bruce and Joel question Travis about what he did almost a week ago, now. Travis refused to admit that he'd done so much to me before he heard them coming, or that he took advantage of me in my weakened state. I couldn't defend myself; I'd gone mute, not talking since the incident. Blood was still caked on my scratches where I'd attempted to fight him off, but I was never a match for him and he knew it. Shame consumed me and the pain from that night still seared in my abdomen as I tried to curl up, pulling my knees to my chest. "Klor, are you okay?" I stared, blank faced, into the fire. "Klor?" Joel reached out and touched my arm. I flinched. He pulled away, his unhappiness and his sadness evident on his face. "Klor, we need you to tell us everything that happened." I looked at his face, not letting my eyes focus so no one could tell that I could finally see again, black tickling the edges of my vision. His concern was obvious. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Travis's smug look, as if he knew that I would never talk, which was probably true. "Tie him up and get him out of here," Joel said to Bruce. Bruce, reluctantly, followed his order. As soon as Bruce and Travis were gone, I couldn't hold my tears in any longer. I began to sob and Joel held me, even though I wasn't sure I wanted him to. "Shhh," he said soothingly. "I've got you, Klor. I'm never gonna let you out of my sight again." His hand tangled in my unwashed hair as he tried to calm my horrible, broken-hearted sobs. "I can see again... I see the way he looks at me," I said between sobs. "Oh, Klor... Why didn't you say something?" "I couldn't... I can't tell you what he did to me," I cried. Joel kissed my forehead. The second half of chapter 5 will be a new post.
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Chapter 4: The Hunt "Ladies and gentlemen! Let me introduce the boys of this year's annual Hunt!" the announcer bellowed from the podium, gesturing to the boys lined up on the stage. "Each one will step up and say a few words before the tradition of stepping into the truck's cab. First up, Bruce Katine!" I watched Bruce step up and begin a short speech, scanning the crowd and making them all melt with his self-confidence. At the end of every speech, the boys are supposed to say who they will survive for. Bruce cleared his throat, scanned the crowd one last time, and said, "I survive for Klor Rubias." And with that, he walked off-stage and stepped into the cab. I let out a small gasp, but quickly covered my mouth. I stood off to the side of the stage where no one could see me except for the town soldiers on either side of me. I listened to all the boys, recognizing their names when the announcer said, "And, last but not least, Daniel Lupa!" I watched Joel step up, responding to his fake name. He looked my way and our eyes met for only a moment before he began his speech, scanning the crowd. "I stand before you today, as a boy preparing for the Turning. A boy worthy of being called a man. I go into the forest, hoping, praying, that I may erase my sins and earn the forgiveness from those that I love and have severely wronged." He glanced my way again, but just for a second. "And I apologize to the boy who's already called this girl's name. But I go and survive..." he paused. "For Klor Rubias." A collective gasp echoed through the crowd and immediately there were people shouting at him to take his claim of me back. Never had our town had two boys claim the same girl, ever. I had watched him step up and call my name, exactly what I wished that he would do. And I hated him for it. Unfortunately, I couldn't change what just happened. I just had to go through with my original plan. The town soldiers shoved me forward and I tripped up the stairs. The announcer looked at me with confusion as I walked purposefully up to the podium and ignored the weird stares from the audience. I figured I had about 2 minutes to go through with my plan. So I cleared my throat and began. "I stand before you today as an example of our town's cruelty. I will be attending The Hunt this year because the town soldiers and the wicked dictator want me dead." I could sense the town soldiers' confusion wearing off, so I hurriedly wrapped up my speech. "My name is Klor Rubias and I survive for-" I was cut off by a stick of wood slamming down hard on my skull. "-no one." I barely managed the end of my sentence before the crowd faded away to black and my mind recessed into the deepest parts of my brain. (Scene change) "What are we supposed to do, now?" "Protect her. What else would we do? We don't have a choice!" "Yes, we do. We could just-" "No!" two voices said forcefully, in unison. "Fine, but if one of us dies because of her-" "None of us will die because of her. If you don't want her to be in the alliance, then it'll be YOU leaving, ya' hear?" The threat sounded deep and throaty, a familiar sound. An unwanted moan escaped my mouth. All three boys looked at me and one rushed over, putting 2 fingers against my neck. "She's coming back to conciousness. Her pulse is speeding up." I felt my eyelids flutter and open, but all I could see was black, a milky sheen showing through the wall of black. "Klor, can you hear me?" It was Bruce's voice, off to my left. I let out a moan to tell him I could. I heard him let out his breath through his teeth like a hiss. I tried to tell them that I couldn't see anything, but it came out all jumbled, like, "Ah caonet say ting." "What is it, Klor?" I heard Joel ask. My head was pounding horribly and it felt like my skull was going to explode. "Heee-ad," I managed. I heard water splashing and then felt a cold cloth on my forehead, offering immediate relief. I sighed and let the coolness of the rag soak into my skin. "Bruce, we need to go." "Travis, we can't move her, you moron!" Joel countered. "Daniel," Bruce's voice carried a strong warning. "We may have to. Travis, go scout and see if there are any beasts close to us." He turned his gaze back to Joel. "You should go create more water sacks with those gourds." "But-" "Just do it!" Bruce roared. I could feel Joel tense and recognize his temptation to fight with Bruce. I couldn't let him do that. "Stop," I whispered as I put my hand in the air, feeling for his cheek. He grabbed my hand and held it tight. "Listen to Bruce. Just for a minute. Please," I asked him. "For me." He paused thinking it over. "For you. NOT for him." He shot Bruce another look before kissing my cheek and fetching water. I could feel the heat of his lips like fire on my skin. "Oh, Klor..." I felt Bruce's hand rub my cheek. "I'm so sorry... This is my fault." "No," I croaked. "It's mine. I'm a singer." "You're a what?" Bruce gasped. "This," he gestured to me, "makes so much more sense. Why didn't you ever tell me?" "I was scared. Before Mom died, she always told me-" my voice gave out and I shook my head. "Oh, Klor. I'm so sorry," he said, taking a deep breath. "I have to tell you something, Klor. I feel very-" "Bruce! Bruce!" "Travis?" Bruce asked annoyedly. "What is it?" "The beasts! They're here! They've found us! We need to move!" "Okay. Klor, do you think you can walk?" He grabbed my hand and eased me onto my feet. I flung my arms out to my sides to grab something as I began to fall. The blackness around me consumed me and my vision was still gone. I felt Bruce's arms hook around my waist, catch me, and pull me to my feet. "Bruce, I can't see," I croaked, coughing and feeling dizzy. "What do you mean?" "I think I'm blind," I said as my panic began to rise. "What did I tell you? We're all gonna die because of her!" I felt Bruce's muscles tense and he swung his right arm and landed his fist square into Travis's nose. I heard him yelp as blood sprayed and a drop landed on my arm. "You'll stop talking like that or I'll give you a worse beating," Bruce growled. Travis whimpered. "Stop it! Just help me walk so we can get away and be safe. Fighting isn't helping anyone!" I wiped the warm spot of sticky blood off my bicep. "You won't walk fast enough and you definitely won't be running anytime soon." He put my arms around his neck and I felt him squat down. "Hop on," he said as I carefully climbed onto his back. My legs wrapped around his middle. "Ready?" "Ready," I said, not to sure of myself. He took off at a jog, leaving branches to whip at my face as I pressed myself closer to his back. His arms gripped around my thighs almost too tightly. I strained my ears to hear the beasts, but the trampling of sticks underfoot was almost deafening to my sensitive ears. It felt like several hours before the constant jerking of Bruce's tired run slowed and he fell to the ground. I fell and awkwardly rolled off to the side. "Is everyone here?" I asked Bruce. When he didn't respond, I crawled in his direction and put my hand on his face and made my way to his chest. Laying my head on him, relief washed over me when I heard the steady drum of his heart. "Travis?" I called out, hesitantly. "Is anyone here?" "I am. No thanks to your little boyfriend." The bitterness in his voice was all too familiar. "It's Daniel, if you couldn't tell, Princess." I sat back, letting the cool rock beneath me hold my weight. "I knew it was you." I caressed the smooth stone with my rough, calloused hands. "Where are we?" I whispered, the thread and rush of fear winding through my voice. "In the mountains. Bruce grabbed you and left the rest of us to die," he spat out. "A real leader HE is." All of a sudden, I felt arms around men holding me tight and I could feel the soft wisps of swooping black hair tickle my nose. "I'll never let you go again, Klor. Never," he whispered into my ear, his breath hot on my neck. Anger coursed through me and, as much as I wanted to just melt into his embrace, I pushed him away. "This is your fault! I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you and you gave me up when you turned me in! Now, Bruce is unconscious, we're ALL in the forest, and we're probably all going to be killed. Especially me! Because when they send something to kill me, I won't see it coming! It's YOUR fault I'm blind!" "Wait, what?" "Yeah, you hear me now, don't you?" And, as if on cue, I began to sob, letting myself collapse on the cave floor and wanting the cold to take me over. Joel never approached me and I never left my curled position. My emotions kept telling me to stay; I had nothing to live for. Sorry for the inconvenience, but the rest of chapter 4 will be in the comments.
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Here is chapter 3! Hope you enjoy! The Deal "Klor, I think we need to talk." "What about?" I asked curiously. "I feel very," he paused thinking over what he was going to say. "Feel very what?" I prodded, grabbing his hands. "I feel very... strongly. About you." "Bruce? What do you mean?" My heart pounded loudly against my chest. "Klor, I love you. I always have. Can't you tell?" He paused. I pulled my hands away from his. He stepped closer, embracing my body. I tensed. "My everyday actions, the way I look at you, even the way I say your name... Can't you tell? You're what I wake up for, every single day." He paused again and added hesitantly, "You're what I live for." "No." My voice rose from a whisper to a desperate shout. "No. No! No! No! Don't put me through this, Bruce!" My voice was pleading, begging. "Don't make me choose, Bruce! I can't! I can't do it, Bruce, I can't!" "Klor? Klor, are you alright? Wake up. Klor?" My body began to shake uncontrollably. "Klor? Please, wake up!" The voice cut through my brain and I jerked to conciousness, utterly confused by my surroundings. A boy with swooping hair and piercing greens eyes looked at me with concern. "Where-" "We're in your hut. I invited you in to talk about our situation last night and, well, you fell asleep." He gestured to the bed I was lying in. "We fell asleep on the couch late last night, so when I woke up in the early morning, I carried you home." I thought about my dream and how real it felt. Suddenly, I wasn't sure how I felt about Bruce OR Joel. Joel cleared his throat and I suddenly felt very vulnerable in my state. I blushed and looked down at myself to see that I was now wearing a white nightgown from my drawer. I looked up at him with disbelief. "You didn't...?" His eyes widened with surprise as he realized what I was accusing him of. "Absolutely not!" he said as he got up off the edge of the bed and backed away, putting his hands up as if in surrender. "When I brought you home, you immediately went to your drawer and started changing. I promise you, I looked away until I heard your bed creak as you got in, Klor." His eyes were genuine. I sighed and buried myself deep into my covers, letting my mind wander to my earlier dream. "Are you alright, Klor?" He layed on the bed next to me and pulled the covers off my face. "What was your dream about?" For a moment, I actually considered telling him. But after thinking about what it would mean for the both of them, I shook my head, not willing to put him through anymore pain. Instead, I asked him, "What did they do to you?" His face became contorted as he remembered what the town soldiers did to him when he was only 5. "They wanted to kill me." A faraway look took over his bright green eyes. "They took me to the capital, forced me to recite poems of my own for the dictator." "How did they do that?" I said softly, running my fingers through his jet black hair. "When I would refuse, they whipped me... The whip had broken glass on the end and it tore my flesh apart..." His voice was so soft that it was hard to hear him over the ringing in my ears. "They threw me in the dungeon and a young girl, who is probably the same age as you now, took care of me. She'd clean my wounds and I would share my food rations with her." "Kiran," he said as tears came to his eyes. "She reminded me of you." He smiled slightly, letting the corners of his mouth tilt upwards. I was reminded of just how much I loved his smile. Suddenly, his face became dark and his eyes glazed over. "I always promised her we'd make it out of there together." "What happened, Joel?" I took his hand in mine. "They killed her," he spit out. "She could sing just like you, and she used to sing for me when she would clean my back." His anger began to rise even more. "And they killed her for it!" he screamed as he stood up and grabbed his hair in a white knuckle grip. I scrambled out of bed and slowly approached him. "Stop." He was pacing back and forth, his face almost purple with rage. His voice made me flinch, full of anger, pain, regret. "Why do you want to know what happened?" he whispered, crouching in the corner. "Because I care about you. I... I..." I knew how I felt, I just couldn't bring myself to utter the words. I squatted next to him and massaged his arms to help him relax. "Everyday, my portions got smaller, until I wasn't being fed anymore. I was starving and I had no other choice, but to eat from the kitchen trashes." He began to shake, feeling ashamed of eating the wastes of others. "I was only fed once a week, but everyday, I would be taken in front of the dictator to be whipped until I lost conciousness, of course, after I would recite poems for him and his family. If he decided that he like my poems for the day, then I would only get whipped with a regular whip and I could keep my clothing on." I pressed my fingers into my mouth. "They stripped you?" "Most of the time..." he trailed off, still shaking, stuck in the past. "I was there for 3 years..." I grabbed his face in my hands and lifted his chin. He flinched. "What else, Joel?" "They," his voice began to shake again. "They'd put a noose around my neck and hang me so I could only reach the ground with my toes. They whipped my face and threatened to break my neck. It got to a point when I started to wish that they'd just do it already." He shook his head. "It was horrible..." His eyes were filled with such agony, such pain, that I couldn't take it anymore. Tears flowed heavily down his cheeks and I kissed his forehead, feeling the heat of his anger slowly disintegrating. I kissed his jaw and his muscles tensed again. I rocked back onto my heels and watched him for a moment. "Will you..." he started to form a question on his lips, but held back. "Will I what? I'd do anything for you." I smiled slightly, giving him the permission to ask his questions. "Will you sing for me?" he asked hesitantly. A flash of guilt lit up his face. I cleared my throat and began to sing: "The forest watches, A fawn be born, The forest is filled with, Roses and thorns, The forest is, The place to be, The forest is filled with, You and me." Ending my song softly, I closed my eyes and let myself feel how wonderful it was to finally be singing again. "Will you recite another poem for me, Joel?" I opened my eyes and was surprised to see the expression on his face. "What's wrong?" His face was pale, a sharp contrast to the black of his hair. His eyes were wide with shock and regret, along with a slight air of recognition, as he shook his head stiffly. "What have I done?" he whispered, but it was too quiet for me to hear. Suddenly, chaos broke out as the door to my hut was kicked down and a huge group of town soldiers burst through. Joel sat rigid and my head whipped around to see the commotion behind me. My eyes widened. "Joel, what's going on?" I asked fretfully. "Shut up, girl!" a chubby soldier yelled at me as he hit me in the head with a stick. I put my hand to my scalp and when I pulled it away I could feel the warm, sticky blood oozing from my scalp and dripping from my hand. The soldier jerked me to my feet, making me almost pass out. I looked at Joel with desperate need in my eyes. "I'm so sorry," he said, just barely loud enough for me to hear. Sobs began to attack his body, his bones racked by choking coughs. "Why did you do this to me?" I screamed at him as tears poured down my cheeks, also. All he could do was shake his head and mumble, "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry," over and over again. I fought and screamed at the town soldiers, at Joel, at people waking up from my racket as they grabbed my arms and drug me out of my hut. Joel sat alone, listening to the echos of my screams drift away the farther the town soldiers took me. "What have I done?" he whispered again. Thanks for reading!! Watch out for chapter 4: The Hunt. Coming soon to a post near you! :)
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Sorry chapter 2 is coming late, but here it is! The Calling "Bruce, please!" I begged. Bruce whirled around with a livid light in his eyes. "Klor-" "Please!" "No! He doesn't even know how you feel about him. I doubt he even feels the same." Bruce turned around and continued walking angrily away. "It's just an alliance! To protect each other! How can that hurt you any?" I pleaded. "Do this for me, I'm begging you, Bruce! Please?" "I gave you my answer, Klor. My mind isn't going to-" He cut off when he looked at me and realized I had tears streaming down my face. "Klor, what if he comes back and chooses a wife who isn't you?" I hadn't thought of that possibility, but I shook my head and wiped my cheeks dry with the end of my sleeve. "I'll talk to him. Tell him how I feel..." And THAT won't be an awkward conversation, will it, Klor? Just out of the blue and everything," he retorted. "Find a way to get him to say 'Yes' to you, and I promise," he took a deep breath, "I'll make an alliance." The second he said it, I was choking and sputtering and crying tears of joy. "Bruce!" I threw my arms around his neck and squeezed him tight. I felt him hesitate a moment and then wrap his big, muscled arms around my waist, pulling me closer. I leaned back, leaving my arms around his neck, and smiled broadly at "Bruce, I-" "Don't worry about it," he said as he cleared his throat and pushed me away gently. He looked down at the ground, blushing. "Bruce, I don't think I've ever seen your face that red before." I smiled and pushed his chin up so I could look into his eyes. "Thank you. I mean it. I owe you so much." Bruce's face lit up. "What'd you say? That last part." "That I owe you so much? What about it?" I asked, confused. His face sagged again. "Nothing. I just... thought you said something else." He shrugged as if he didn't really care. "Oh, okay," I said cheerfully. "I'll get started on my task!" I smiled at him again. "Thank you, Bruce. I love you like you were my brother." "I love you, too," Bruce whispered as I ran off with only one thing on my normally busy mind. (Scene change) Approaching his hut, I fixed my hair and suddenly felt self-concious about the rips and holes in my clothing. I was about to turn back, to run to my own bamboo hut and the comfortable, solitary feeling it offered me, when the solid wooden door swung open unexpectedly. We stood less than a foot apart, staring wide-eyed at each other. I took a step back. "I'm sorry," I started to say backing away further. "I was, um, just leaving." My face flushed red. "S-sorry," I stammered. "Wait, Klor-" "Yeah?" I said a little too soon and eagerly. "You can, uh, um," he began stuttering. "You can... uh, come in..." he said shyly. "If you want. You can come in if you want." His face flushed brighter than mine. "Are you sure? 'Cause it looked like you were in a hurry and I don't want to keep you, unless you want to be kept or you weren't in a hurry or weren't busy or something like that. I don't want to be a burden or-" "Klor. It's okay. You can come in. Did you need to talk to me or something?" he asked. "Well, I..." I hesitated. "I just wanted to, um, tell you something. Something I feel very strongly about. And I was just wondering if you felt the same." He looked at me quizzically, as if he was trying to discern what I was talking about. "I probably would. If you told me what it was you felt strongly about." He stepped forward, just close enough to grab my hands. I stepped closer to him and made up the distance between us. He stood about 2 inches taller than I was, his black hair swooping naturally right above the crest of his eyebrows. His green eyes looked intently into mine, like he was studying me and looking at my soul. I shifted slightly, uncomfortable with this new intense gaze. "Your pupils, Pools of black in the night. Your irises, Glowing gold in the light. Your face, So soft and white. It's you, Who gives me might." He closed his eyes after reciting his poem to me and I gasped slightly. If the government knew of his poem reciting, he'd be sent to the barracks for sure. Poems had been banned for so long that everyone had forgotten about the Writers. Writers were people who had a natural ability for poetry and literary arts. If he was strong enough to share his secret with me, then why couldn't I share mine with him? His eyes were still closed, waiting for what I would say. So I began to sing: "Your pupils, Pools of black in the night. Your irises, Glowing gold in the light. Your face, So soft and white. It's you, Who gives me might. Who gives me my might." We stood together, absorbing each other's secret. I studied him, wait for any kind of reaction. He opened his eyes and gently put his palm to my face. "You're beautiful." "You're a Writer." "You're a Singer," he said, smiling. "A secret for a secret." The wind blew and I shivered. He pulled me closer to him, warming me with his arms. I took notice of how much safer I felt when Bruce hugged me earlier that day and how this boy holding me seemed to have a natural heater inside of him. "Klor, you know my name, right?" "Well, of course," I said, taken aback. "It's Daniel." "I have something I should tell you about that," he said cautiously. "What?" I asked, confused. He let me go and pulled his shirt up to reveal a scar from a knife across his ribs. Instantly, I recognized him for who he was. "Joel," I said with disbelief in my voice. "You escaped." Thanks everyone for reading!! Let me know what you think. :) Chapter 3 will be posted on my wall soon
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All of my chapters are titled because I wanted to do something different than I normally do. So here's chapter 1. The Beginning My society used to be one of regular freedom, prosperity, and development. It has now turned into a life of dictarship full of pain, confinement, and worst of all... The Hunt. The Hunt had started out as a sacred tradition among the boys of the age of the Turning. Those boys old enough to be called men set out to kill the greatest beast in the forest. A cougar. Those who survived the pack hunt came home to a wide celebration throughout the village, while those who didn't come back were mourned during the week we called the Black Tide, which represented the blood that flowed in the Vinegrette River. The choosing came exactly a month after the Black Tide, when the survivng boys chose who their wives would be. Years ago, right after World War III ended and our government was overtaken, the new president introduced The Hunt to our country in a new way. He sent out the boys of age into the woods without weapons or food supplies and, after almost 6 months, brought the living back to the village. The Vinegrette River was nicknamed the Black Hole, as a way to remember that horrifying time. The fatalities of that year's Hunt were so incredibly high, that the people of our village issued the "training years," which consisted of 5 consecutive years before The Hunt to prepare the boys for the ferocities of the forest. The training included the subjects of "plant safety", "weapons crafting", "weapons mastery", and "herbal concoctions". Each year, the subjects would become more difficult as the boys went through the training, attempting to master every advanced move in the book. Unbeknownst to them, the forest held more horrifying tricks than they themselves could count.
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Let me know what you think! :) Prologue: The cool wind blew, washing over me and caressing my face. Its gentle fingers ran through my hair, softening it. I sat on the soft green moss, overlooking the crystal waters of the Vinegrette river. Days like that were the days when I knew everything was okay. Or would eventually be. Those days gave me hope for the future. Unfortunately, those days are gone. My name is Klor. And I'm one of Them.
