Meela Ward
Bio
A crazy dragon nerd, and a huge fantasy geek with quite the imagination. She has a big passion for writing and animating.
Stories (33/0)
A Night as Black as Diamonds.
“Don’t patronize me.” Clickbait glared at Snapshot. “All I said was we make a pretty good team.” Snapshot held his hands up innocently. Clickbait rolled his eyes. He was trying to focus on the wires in the breaker box. Clickbait was a master of technology. “Pop goes the weasel.” Clickbait sang as he finished hacking the system. The lights were out and the defenses were disabled. “Okay we have twenty minutes to get in and get out before their systems come back online.” Clickbait explained to Snapshot . Snapshot nodded. He was the master of stealth. He slipped through the vent and into the corridor. Clickbait sent him a digital map. Two lefts and a right. Third door on the right. Clickbait had the door unlocked by the time Snapshot came to it. Inside was a vault. Snapshot listened as the gears clicked. Inside the vault was the rare black diamond. It was the size of a golf ball. Big Bucks would pay them handsomely. Snapshot grabbed it without thinking. The alarms went off. Snapshot tried the door but the system locked it. The vent was his only escape. He found Clickbait and together they hightailed it out of there.
By Meela Ward6 months ago in Fiction
Forgotten?
Ancient history can be a bit boring. Not in my line of work. I am a descendent of a great royal bloodline. Of course this would mean nothing in modern times because our kingdom was forgotten. We lived in the Amazon rainforest. When modern society weaved its way through our culture, we became extinct. Now it is up to me to retrieve all that was stolen. Our most prized heirloom. The Jaguar Fang. Somehow it made its way to a history museum in New York City. The vents were musty and gross as I climbed through them. I opened the grate that was just inside the case. I looked down. The guards wouldn’t stroll by here for another fifteen minutes. I had to act fast. I connected a wire to the vent grate and again to my belt. I climbed down silently. The Jaguar Fang shone dimly. I was about to grab it when I caught a glimpse of the history behind the stand. The paragraphs covered almost everything I had learned. Suddenly I heard whistling. I climbed back up into the vent, and screwed the metal plate back over the wires. Maybe our people weren’t completely forgotten after all.
By Meela Ward6 months ago in Fiction
The Silver Box
Max open the door to Mother’s room. He began to search. He knew it was there somewhere. He didn’t have much time. He couldn’t afford to be caught. He searched drawers and shelves. There was no sign of it. His two little sisters were depending on him. He checked in the bedside table. Nothing. His mind was full of anxiety. Maybe it was in the closet. He tiptoed over to the closet doors and opened them. Only clothes. He left the doors open. He began to double check the drawers again when he heard real footsteps. Panic raced his heart. He frantically dove under the bed. When he did so he happened to catch a glimpse of something silver. In the closet was the silver box. He found it. The footsteps grew louder. He scurried across the floor and grabbed the box. He closed the closet doors . His mother came in and went to her dresser. He saw this as his chance. While her back was turned, he ran out of the room as silently as he could. He rushed into his room where his sisters were waiting. He opened the box. All of the leftover Easter candy shimmered.
By Meela Ward6 months ago in Fiction
In the Woods
My friend Lily and I peeked through the fence. On the other side was a hunter cabin. A great blue tick hound sat tied to a doghouse. I could see his ribs. The hunter had no use for a hound anymore. The poor thing. We put our plan into action. The hunter was asleep on the porch. I could hear the thump of the hounds tail as we approached. I unfastened the clasp of his collar. The hunter stirred. The dog wanted to play so I took off running towards the treehouse. The hound followed. He licked my hand, and went to the food. Where was Lily? Panic clouded my mind. She was stuck in the fence. The hunter was going to wake up soon. I grabbed her arms and pulled. We both fell backwards and crashed into a pile of metal scraps. “Come back you thieves!” The hunter screamed. We made it to the treehouse and locked the door. A dim lantern light could be seen through the windows. The hound was silent behind us. The light faded. I opened the door. The hunter stood at the bottom of the stairs. I knew then we were in big trouble.
By Meela Ward6 months ago in Fiction
The Servant, the Student, and the Slave, Pt. Two
I gawked at the hateful man. We can’t go home? I didn’t mind staying here but I still missed my half brother, Pat. After Gatrue said this we all broke out into complaints. I told them I still wish to see my brother. Ayesha was broken. She wanted to be with her family. Rodrick, like me, didn’t mind but wished to see a girl named Maya. Gatrue just waited for us to finish. His grin never faded. Krome put his hand up in silence. We eventually calmed down but Ayesha still had tears in her eyes.
By Meela Ward6 months ago in Fiction
The Servant, the Student, and the Slave
Perfect balance. The perfect balance between the sun and the moon. The fire and the ice. Perfect. Only one day of the year is perfect. The Fortune Solstice. Gather around and let me tell you about the day when everything changed.
By Meela Ward6 months ago in Fiction
Strange
Gunfire. The one thing that made Becca uneasy was gunfire. Once a week, ever since Felix and her moved into the leaning one-story, she would hear guns go off a few houses down. The thought of drunks and gangs lurking in the mucky streets had finally taken its tole on Becca.
By Meela Ward7 months ago in Fiction
Deep
The day started sunny and hot. The boy begged his mother to let him go swimming down in the river. By the time he was in the water, the grey clouds had settled and a cool breeze began to blow. He played until the water started to cool. His best friend Darla had refused to get in. But then it grew as cold as ice. The boy was about to get out when something big swims past his legs. He couldn’t see what it was in the murky water. Then something grabbed his ankle and dragged him under. Darla screamed.
By Meela Ward7 months ago in Fiction
Saved
Red like the sunset. Fast like the breeze. The fox chased the rabbit across the meadow. As it did so, it’s leg was crushed in a rusty old bear trap. The fox collapsed from the sudden pain. The smell of blood had the rabbit venture back into the meadow. A hound had been following the rabbit. A boy had been following the hound. When he laid eyes on the broken carcass, he thought it was dead. When he found it wasn’t, the boy rescued it instead of putting it out of its misery. He took care of him forever more.
By Meela Ward7 months ago in Fiction
Mercy
Her eyes were like melted gold. Her fur was like the leaves on the forest floor. Olive, grey, and maroon. He lowered his rifle. Her babies were like rock behind her. He sighed. Was he becoming soft? The wolf sniffed the change in the air and her pups started to move again. “Don’t ever come back onto my property again, your hear?” He said to the mother. She bowed her head. She never set foot on his land again but he sometimes saw her golden eyes just beyond the fence.
By Meela Ward7 months ago in Fiction
A royal parade
The royal family swept through the village on the finest steeds. The Queen was clad in blue and silver. Her sapphire crown glittered. The King was in his finest tunic of gold and garnet . The ruby crown shimmered. The princess was clothed in purple and pearl. The amethyst tiara glowed. They pasted the home of an overworked father. His boy was enchanted as the princess strode by. He could have sworn she winked as there eyes connected. He never knew he would be king some day.
By Meela Ward7 months ago in Fiction
Never
“Darwell. Why must you fight?” Asked the tall gang leader. As the others stepped aside, he could see him. He looked like a menacing shadow. The blood pooled in Dawell’s mouth. He spat it out. His nose was clogged with it. “You should have never gotten on Gidrail’s bad side.” Gidrail, the assassin king. Darwell spat again. “I will never harm the keeper of scrolls. He is my only guardian. My only friend.” He stood up and and said,”If Gidrail wants him dead, he should have killed him himself.” with that Darwell drew his sword and attacked his fellow assassins.
By Meela Ward7 months ago in Fiction
