Short stories of randomness

Don’t stop moving

“Don’t stop moving!!!’ Shouted a voice from the distance.

“Who said that?!” as I said shouting back from the crowd. As if you didn’t know yet, yes it is I, the marvelous narrator and I am narrating this odd, yet strangely cool story of mine. Don’t worry, this won’t go on that long, or will it? Wow that was such a rant, want to hear the back story for this little journey that we’re going to have? Yes? Great! Then let us get started, shall we?

It was one day on a stormy night— wait, wait, wait, I’m starting this story on a happy route. Okay... ahem. One very beautiful morning I was on a lovely walk down a newly finished sidewalk that was piled with freshly dried cement. The freshly cut grass was one of the best smells that I could ever have smelled. To be honest it was a Wednesday; and guess what Wednesdays are— GARBAGE DAY, and believe me when I tell you that garbage day was not a day that you would want to be smelling  gross. Okay, so that day when I was walking home I was battling monsters, demons, dragons and trolls. Yes, I was playing a video game; don’t ask how can I be playing, I just can. When I got home, my friend Lilith texted me and said that she had gotten us tickets to an underground band for free at a raffle game. Do you want to know how I reacted? Like a screaming fan girl; I loved that band as much as she did.

She texted: “OMG girlfriend guess what I got at a raffle game?” I didn’t want to say anything but she continued to text me anyways. “Like OMG it’s that under G band that we love, and we are totally going together”

I know, I was shocked as well so I texted back: “No way I am srsly wearing my leather pants and my ripped leather jacket with the band's’ shirt” I was internally screaming my head off.

So, fast forward to the concert right now: I was in the middle of a crowd dancing, having fun but when someone shouted, “Don’t Stop Moving!” I immediately stopped. But when I had stopped, I looked and turned to Lilith. She wasn’t moving at all, I tried waking her up by doing everything I can, but nothing worked. But when I had realized that everyone was frozen like time had stopped, I was freaking out. I didn’t know what to do—I was panicking, sweating; my heart was thumping out so hard you can see it out of my chest cavity. Do you think that’s even possible? You know what don’t answer that; oh wait, you can’t, you’re the reader! Ha-ha!

“I said, don’t stop moving! What do you not understand about those three simple words?” Said the voice that was coming closer.

I didn’t know what to do, I was speechless so I replied back “What am I supposed to do? My friend is frozen, the band is frozen and so is the crowd!!!”

“Well, if you hadn’t released your magic, then this wouldn’t have happened!” Said the angry voice.

As the voice had gotten closer I said “wait a minute that sounds like—” The person kept walking closer to me. “Is that you, professor Emeraldo?”

“Yes it is I, Emeraldo from The School of Magic” As he said proudly.

I walked to him and said “Wait professor, what are you doing here? I graduated top of the class I shouldn’t be pulled back into school again. Please say no I don’t want to repeat a semester.”

“Yes you did, but there has been a virus going around in the magic world. I am here to check if that virus has spread to you, and I do believe that I am too late.” He had a worried expression that I have never seen before, it made me worry that I might have done something wrong.

“Professor, did I do something that I wasn’t supposed to do?” I asked in a sad and very concerned voice.

“No, young lass, you didn’t do anything wrong. This virus that all the magic users have been catching is spreading like wildfire. The magic council and I have to suspend all powers from magic users like you to fix the problem” Said the professor reassuringly.

“But are you sure that you and the council will be able to stop the virus?” I asked uncertainly.

“Yes don’t worry about it, I’m just going to take your magic to analyze it. And if it has the virus, I will take it and have the virus removed, and then give it right back.” Said the professor in a confident voice. Without a moment of hesitation, Professor Emeraldo had taken my magic with a strange and unique device. And as the device started to analyze my magic, it dinged with a bright red light.

“Professor what does that mean? Do I have the virus or do I not?” I asked in a panicking voice. I was scared if I had the virus I would be magic-less for awhile. Well the professor didn’t say anything, but he will surely tell me if I do or don’t have the virus right? If  he says I do, then I wouldn’t know what to do.

“Oh my, I’m sorry, but apparently you do have the virus and its quite strong too. I’m going to have to take this to the council and have the virus removed.” Said the professor.

I’m not sure if this is my mind playing tricks on me, but do you think this is a little bit weird or awkward? When magic users start to develop their powers, we get examined so that we don’t get any kind of sickness or viruses, but apparently we can still get a virus. I didn’t want to question the professor since he has been my mentor for years and I do completely trust him, yet something just seems off. But I couldn’t put my finger on what it might be.

“Well, I shall get going now.” Said the professor with an excited voice, and with a snap of his fingers, everyone started to move again. As professor Emeraldo walked away into the fog, I was thinking about how no one can undo another magic users magic, yet professor Emeraldo had undone it. I was going to chase after him but since my magic was taken away, I didn’t know what to do. And then out from the other side I saw professor Emeraldo appear once again. I was shocked at the sight of his sudden reappearance, I had thought he left along with my magic, but unexpectedly there he is again. But something seemed off about this professor Emeraldo. The crowd then froze in time again.

“Professor is that you? Again? But didn’t I just see you go out the other way in a large bank of fog?” I asked with fear and panic in my voice.

“What! You saw me? Oh no, Oh no, I’m too late. Did the other me take your magic? Oh don’t answer that, you definitely gave it to the other me.” The professor panicked as he was talking and walking back and forth so quickly he started to smoke up.

“Professor what do you mean that you were too late? Weren’t you already here? I don’t get it?” I asked as I started to panic and pace around just like the professor.

“Kid, kid, kid, we both have to stop pacing around. The professor that you saw before wasn’t the real professor. It was a fake, a shape shifter. They can change into anyone and anything they set their eyes on. But don’t worry, the council and I are on it.” Said the professor reassuringly.

“But how do I know that you aren’t the fake and the one before was the real professor?” I asked while looking at him as if he was the fake.

“Ask me anything you want I will answer it in no time” Said professor in a confident manner. So I asked him as many questions as possible and he had answered them all faster than a bullet train going from one town to the next. “You definitely are the professor I can’t deny that. So whats all this about a virus going around infecting all magic users?” I questioned.

“Well this “Virus” is fake. This shape shifter suddenly shows up out of nowhere and says that they want the most powerful magic user in the galaxy. The council tried to stop it but we were too late and it slipped out of our hands” Said the professor.

“Wait it? This shape shifter doesn’t have a gender? Female, male, both?” I said questioning the gender of the shape shifter.

“The shape shifter didn’t say what their name was and only showed up in this cloud of sparkling dust. It kind of looked like it was glitter powder floating” Said the professor.

“So what are we going to do now, professor Emeraldo?” I said in a worried voice.

“Well we go and get your magic back along with all the others. Even if you don’t have magic I know you can solve anything” Said professor Emeraldo with confidence.

“Alright I’ll do it. I can’t let this shape shifter have all the magic in the world. We will fight until we win”  I said in a voice full of bravery.

What will happen next? Will the professor and I go on this journey and make it through? Or will someone always die in at least one chapter of this story like Game Of Thrones? Tune in next time for another thrilling 3 pages of this random story.

Under Hell

 This is a place you would never believe; a place where the darkness is always there, a place full of war, battle, blood shed, it’s a place where everyone goes when they die, a place worse than hell itself. They say that hell is the worst place of all— a place where the bad go to be bad, a place Donald Trump will go to, but this place is even worse; it’s under hell. Once you die you go into a place where the leaders of each place gather and rule, whether this person shall be sent to heaven or hell. In this case when that person is the worst of the worst, under hell is presented. Instead of judging, they all know what to do, let under hell take them and they are tortured far worse than expected. Well, why do you think I’m telling you this? I experienced it. I know what it’s like in under hell; I know how dark grim and unsightly it is. This is a fair warning for all those bad seeds out there in the world. Yes, there is an Under Hell. Going through the ordinary day that I always go through: smoke, steal, vandalize, break etc.. but I did much worst, I killed, raped, set fire to a whole neighborhood, and I never got caught— awesome right? Now what I didn’t know when I was going out to “buy” some food is that I would get hit by a car and get killed. It was a hit and run situation and believe me, that bastard thinks that he would have gotten away with killing me, Veronica K, but sadly they wouldn’t be. I was brought into this dark place with a light shining above of me, you know one of those stage lights, and then suddenly there were  people sitting in front of me where I am standing like I was in court.

“Hey what’s the big idea? Who are you people, and why am I here?!” I yelled, looking at them straight in the eye.

“My dear you are here to be judged.” Said the man in a white sheet and a white beard. I didn’t know what judging meant, but I stood there trying to look like I knew what I was being judged for.

“You will be judged to see if you are worthy of going to heaven or to hell.” Said the man in a red suit with black and red hair along with a pointy tail and a smirk on his face.

“Wait a minute, I died? No this can’t be! How can I, the awesome person that I am, die?” I asked confidently.

“Sorry that I’m late, had to break up a fight between my guards— am I late?” Said a man in darker red and blood stains all over his hands and face. As I was looking at him I thought to myself ‘what is happening and who is he? is he some kind of guard?’

“Oh are you scheduled to be here?” asked the man in white.

“Yes, I am here for Veronica K.” he said in a low and husky voice.

“Well then she is all yours” said the man in the red suit. I didn’t know what was happening, I thought a court session was supposed to be longer than that, but I guess it wasn’t.

“ So where am I going?” I asked curiously.

“ A place for people like you.” Said the man walking down a dark pathway and into an elevator. The elevator started to move and went down. I saw that there was a button on it that said UH. I don't know what it meant but as we arrived, the doors opened and the smell of blood was so strong, it wafted right into the elevator. The place was more red than I could ever imagine, mostly because blood was everywhere, severed body parts were piled up like a mountain, the evil smiles that everyone had on their faces made my spine quiver.

“Welcome to Under Hell, a place where the baddest of the bad come and never leave” said the man with the evil smile and the widened eyes with the pupil contracted. The man dragged me into hell. I stepped away and tried to run back to the elevator, but it was gone like it was never there to begin with. I felt around to see if it was just a mirror or a painted wall but no, it wasn't. The elevator had disappeared and left without a single trace. I panicked and begged the man to let me go, but he denied it and said I was to live here forever, but I was determined not to stay. I wanted to find a way out, so I set out to ask all I can to know when the elevator will come back and open. They had said that it only opens when someone who is the worst of the worst is to be brought down to under hell and tortured. So I had waited and waited for months near where the elevator was when I came out. I was being tortured, whipped, sawed, pulled, burned, raped and even mangled, I stayed and still waited until that elevator door opened. When it opened and that man started to go in I secretly followed.

“Guards! Seize this woman!” Said the man in an angry low voice.

“Let me go! let me go! I want to leave I don’t want this anymore!” as I screamed my lungs out (literally) and got drugged so that I fell asleep. I had attempted to do the same thing over and over and over again, but the same thing always happens. I get dragged, drugged, tortured and I escape. Dragged, drugged, tortured, escape, dragged, drugged, tortured, escape, dragged, drugged, tortured and escape. I thought to myself that I should give up but one day when I was sitting on the floor waiting to be tortured, the elevator appeared and  opened. I got up and said,

“This is my chance ,I can go and be free, I can leave, and live my life as I please” I said enthusiastically. As I went into the elevator the doors closed, and it took me up to where the court was. I was walking passed that, there was a door to the world of the living. I was so excited, I stepped through the barrier and I walked around trying to find all of my buddies to see how they were doing and all— but when I did, they couldn’t see me. When I stepped in front of a mirror I didn’t see a body’ it was nothing, just air. I had tried to get their attention. I started to move pens, papers and even writing, but they got scared and ran away. So I decided to tell people my story, a story about under hell— a place where the worst of the worst goes to be tortured and treated like an animal. You might be wondering how am I writing this well you see I’m not actually writing it, it’s someone else.