Young Adult
Did it Work?
"N'gal paruvik ichtani'la Nebet paradum sakis belfor Uu'a!" Priscilla chanted with conviction, and yet, nothing happened. Nay, a good minute had gone by and the girls of the Catherine David High School paranormal club officially doubted the summoning spell had any effect whatsoever. "Maybe you mispronounced something." Trixy remarked, adjusting her purple-framed glasses. "I totally agree! Probably the Uu'a. After all, it's pronounced Levi-O-sa, Hermione Granger, not Levio-Sa!" added Siobhan. Siobhan fancied herself the toughest lesbian teen in all of Dunwich. From a young age, she's always wanted to spite her old man for using derogatory terms referring to women, and she thought cutting her red hair short and dressing like a punk rocker would get under his nerves. She chickened out of getting that tongue piercing just after her sweet sixteen, but she got him by making out with her cute cousin Aoife at the last St Patty's day family get-together. Let's just say the River Shannon ran red that day. "Can it, Siobhan! You know you couldn't have done any better! I practiced the enunciation for a week!" Priscilla defended. Priscilla was the most popular girl at Lavinia Whateley middle school. Stellar grades which came easy to her meant she could tackle the worthy goal of climbing the top of the social ladder. Everything changed however come grade 9 when Priscilla met face to face with Mildred Hubble middle school mean girl Stacey Kilpatrick. Stacey had the reputation of putting out when she was just fourteen, to all the boys the other girls wouldn't stop talking about. She had them all wrapped around her little finger and she didn't care about a single one of them. Priscilla would fall hard for one of Stacey's 'exes' Mark Waterman. The two bonded together over mutual hatred of Miss Kilpatrick, but when Mark made an inappropriate sexual advance on Priscilla, who was planning on maintaining her V-card at least until senior year, everything went to hell. Priscilla became Catherine David High's quintessential goth girl, jet black hair, pounds and pounds of make-up, and wore nothing but black and pastel pink. Her grades took a dive too, but rumour has it she's doing it on purpose to spite her mom. "Why don't you try saying it again? Say it again!" Siobhan insisted. "Uhm - no! What if it worked but our lord Nebet just didn't show up within your crooked oval, Siobhan?" Priscilla begrudgingly replied. Siobhan crossed her arms. "Every symbol looks like it was ripped straight from the damn tome, admit it!" Siobhan bit back. "Girls, let's please calm down! I'm sure Siobhan is right. No offence, Priscilla, but wouldn't an eldritch god emerging from a deep slumber make one hell of a racket?" asked Courtney. Courtney was absolutely the glue that held the club together. Priscilla may have founded it, but Courtney keeps everything afloat, and actually crates an agenda for each meeting, whereas if Priscilla was left to her own devices, the club would have devolved into nothing more than a pity party for what awful thing Priscilla's mom said to her over the past week, and trust me, Priscilla keeps a journal. "Maybe not everybody's heart was into it. We all want this, right?" Courtney asked around. "Well - I mean the thought of a big scary alien god roaming our otherwise peaceful town seems kind of foolish." Trixy replied. Trixy was the only member of the club who joined looking for new friends. She wasn't at home in the sports clubs and the chess club was packed with all guys she detested. She enjoys learning about the occult, but never imagined summoning rituals in the dead of night would be in the cards. "Seriously? Come on, Trixy! What about your wish? I told you all to come prepared with one wish each because Nebet would owe it to himself to grant us all our deepest desires as a reward for awakening him!" Courtney explained. "I have to confess I'm also not crazy about the idea of something cooler than me walking around Dunwich." Siobhan said. Courtney let out a big sigh of frustration. Priscilla's phone alarm goes off. "Crap! That's ten after midnight, you guys. If my mom gets wise to my little watermelon wearing a wig trick, I'm toast. I gotta go!" Priscilla explained. "I gotta go too." Trixy said, putting away the candles on the ground into her backpack. "Ugh! You girls suck! This was the perfect night for this! We were all here and everything!" Courtney said. "Forget it, lassie. We were clearly in over our heads, this night. Let's pack up. I'll walk you home and promise to behave." Siobhan said sleazily.
By Earl Carrière3 years ago in Fiction
The Catcher in the Rye
"Thе Catchеr in thе Ryе" is a novеl by J. D. Salingеr, first published in 1951. It tеlls thе story of Holdеn Caulfiеld, a tееnagеr who has bееn еxpеllеd from prеp school and wandеrs around Nеw York City for a fеw days bеforе rеturning homе for Christmas.
By Libby Laraib3 years ago in Fiction
Shackabomble
Stephanie hurdled into the cinema. "My brother was in a car accident. He was driving and a meth head ran him off the road but the police thought it was his fault and he was arrested. Luckily someone saw the other driver smoking a pipe earlier and they let Jacob go." Everyone else in the group huddled around Stephanie, hugging and consoling her. Everyone except myself and Ricky. 10 years I'd been hearing her bullshit stories. She didn't even have a brother called Jacob. I'd lost count of how many siblings she'd invented over the years. 12 by my count. In a three bedroom house where her grandmother also lived (actually - not by her delusional mind). I was fucking done. All of these lies designed to make people feel sorry for her middle class life with a father, grandmother and actual brother who loved her. "Shackabomble," I said, quietly at first. Everyone stopped talking. "What?" Stephanie said uncertainly. "Shackabomble. Shackabomble. SHACKABOMBLE." I got progressively louder with each Shackabomble. She could see the anger in my eyes as I advanced upon her, sending our friends scattering. She stepped back with each of my steps. "Shackabomble, bitch," I demanded. "Okay," she conceded. "Dad had to drop Eugene [her actual brother] at soccer practice." Everyone stared between us. The power had shifted. Finally someone had called her out. Ricky, a family friend of Stephanie's who also knew the truth, grinned at me. At last. Someone had called her out. Check mate, fucker.
By Renessa Norton3 years ago in Fiction
The FlameThrowers
"Thе Flamеthrowеrs" is a 2013 novеl by American author Rachеl Kushnеr. It follows the story of Rеno, a young woman еxpеriеncing thе turbulеncе of thе 1970s in New York City. An aspiring artist, Rеno finds hеrsеlf in rеmarkablе situations both in New York and abroad in Italy.
By Libby Laraib3 years ago in Fiction
Spark of light in the dark...
"Etros unda velos capri vendrous alterium!" Screamed Cam at the moon as we stood in our joined circle. The sparks of the magic we were putting out started to make the fire whip back and fourth. I watched as the fire danced. Then the image of the people that had killed our sisters came to my mind. The fire roared higher and I felt the surge of power run through me. The power was intoxicating and overwhelming. I felt my Celine to my left buckle under the weight and fall to one knee and then the same on my right with Lisa. As I looked around all the women in our coven were falling to the immense power except for Cam, Lilly, and me. We happened to be the strongest warriors in our coven so to me it didn't really surprise me. As I looked around I could feel the magic in the air and the acute feeling of danger filled the space around us, so much so that the forest around us had gone eerily quiet.
By Silvia Thomas3 years ago in Fiction
World in Tatters Ch. 7
The walk back into the tent city was tense to say the least. I didn’t want Alice in the city with me. I needed her to be safe. She’s been through too much in the last few years, I don’t think I could forgive myself if my nosing around endangered the life she seems to have built here with Bertrand, such as it is. Or worse, dragged her into this mess that I find myself in now. She’s too important to me. But the decision had been made for me, and once Alice made up her mind, there was no changing it.
By Kevin Barkman3 years ago in Fiction
