Future Week

I've officially changed the date of Future Week for two reasons, I think I missed it this year and I have no clue when it is. So from now until I decided that this whole week thing is too dumb an idea to carry on Future Week is Oct. 10-17. Which you can clearly see if you scroll to the very bottom of the page. I'm really excited for this and hope it's not a flop like most of my other writing goals are.
I'm also hoping to do a few more of these themed weeks. I really like the challenge. At the end of these weeks I'm also going to try to come up with a completely new idea. I've already came up with another one of these themed weeks and I hope that I can come up with a couple more.
Anyway, enjoy Future Week! And remember:

The distinction between the past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.
~ Albert Einstein

Ice Cold Matilda

The Densons picked up their boxes and put them in the back of their truck as they once again left another house. Mrs. Denson's hobby was to buy a house, fix it up, and sell it and then do it again. Mr. Denson was supportive of his wife and could quite honestly work anywhere as long as he had access to the internet, a telephone, and an airport to his advantage. Their kids, Megan and Josh, didn't especially like always moving around and leaving their friends but they never really stayed anywhere long enough to become too attached.
Today they were heading to a large house in a small town. They had got for relatively cheap because of the age of the house and because it was a real fixer-upper. Mrs. Denson was thrilled.
When they entered the town they noticed that the houses weren't right next to each other like they were in the last place they'd been. They were separated from each other with farm land or forest between them. The further they went into the center of town, the closer the buildings came together.
Mr. and Mrs. Denson decided to stop at a small convenience store to pick up some groceries for the week.
"We're going to want to make sure that it's not perishable, since Julie said that the house doesn't have a fridge. Just an ice-box," Mrs. Denson said to Mr. Denson.
"I know, dear, you already told me," he said.
Josh followed his parents with his little sister on his side. Josh was 16 years old and Megan was 14. He was a quite taller then her and had dark brown hair. Megan's hair was a sandy blond, she wore braces on her teeth which she played with, with her tongue as her parents argued about what to get. Josh ignored them and instead pulled out the book he was reading out of his backpack and started to read.
After a lot of arguing and a little bit of time they eventually made their way to the register. The woman looked up at them with narrow eyes and said, "You're not from around here are you? Where are you heading?" She had dark gray hair and a scowl on her face that looked like if she tried smiling, she would fail.
"We're heading to the Dewdrop Manor just down the road from here, we just purchased it," Mrs. Denson said.
A loud silence hit as everyone looked at the Denson family.
"Did you say the Dewdrop Manor? Let me guess, you've never been there," the cashier said.
"No, we haven't. But my husband can read a map pretty well, so we'll be able to find it," Mrs. Denson said.
"How did you know?" Megan asked.
"Because if you had you wouldn't have bought it. That place is ice-cold thanks to the ghost," she said.
"Ghost?" Mr. Denson asked.
"The entire Manor is haunted. 16-year-old Matilda Marchbanks wandered through the cold winter night looking for a place to warm herself up when she found the Dewdrop Manor. She knocked on the door and asked to warm herself up and for whatever reason was turned away. Due the negligence of the couple in the manor she froze to death and died. She still haunts the Manor to this day making it as cold as the day she died," she said.
"That's nonsense. Every old house needs a ghost story, right? I don't believe a word of it. I don't believe in ghosts," Mrs. Denson said.
"Fine," the cashier said, "Believe what you want. You'll believe me though when you get to house.

The Forgotten World Part 8

The Forgotten World Part 7

The wandered for a while. Zoe was facinated by this world up close. She had seen a lot of it above the glass but it was much prettier up close. She liked the way that the trees would move when a wind passed making a pleasant sound. She liked the way the clouds moved and stayed and how they formed some sort of shapes. She liked how the colors complimented each other even though they were different. The birds and insects flew around her making beautiful music and fluttering away when they saw her. She was amazed by the concept of other life that not only wasn't human but seemed to know exactly what it was doing. Even the houses seemed more natural then the houses above them.
After they wandered silently for a few minutes Jacob finally turned to her and said, "I have to ask; what is is like up there on the glass world?"
"I don't really know what it's like down here so I can't really compare," she said. Right then she stepped on a small rock. She paused to try to get it off her foot by rubbing it on her other leg, then continued on her way.
"For instance do a lot of people not wear shoes?" he asked, then looking up, he added, "I guess you wouldn't really need them."
Zoe didn't answer. She just looked down at her bare feet.
"Everyone wears shoes, it's the only way to get around. Our shoes can lift us up and carry us up to 50 miles per hour, where as just walking would get you no where," Rocky said.
"Oh," Jacob looked at Zoe who had decided to look up and look straight ahead. He continued, "Okay, another question, are all the watches in your world the same? I couldn't help but notice that both of you were wearing the same one," Jacob said.
"Watches?" Rocky and Zoe asked at the same time. Zoe searched her memory to see if that word rang any bells but she was pretty sure that was the first time that she had heard that word.
"Yeah, the thing on your wrist," he said.
"Oh, our social pads," Zoe said.
"Social Pads? How do they work?"
She smiled at him and said, "I would show you but both of my hands are full right now."
"Here I can show him," Rocky said and with that he opened up his screen and showed him what it looked like. It was basically like a computer screen but using hologram technology it floated in the air with a press of a button. It had everything on it: games, the time, inventory, finances, chat, email, books, school-work, and a lot more.

"Woah, that's pretty cool, can you interact with it," Jacob asked.
"Sure," Rocky pressed a few buttons and eventually got to a chat screen. He scrolled down his list of friends and then turned it off. "I would probably go ahead and chat with someone but we get no service down here at all. Which is weird because we get service everywhere on the surface. Now I know why they even put a service bar on the screen."
"How did you avoid going up?" Zoe said looking right at Jacob.
"Well, when the world government got together and decided to create an entirely new community in the sky, a lot of people didn't want to go up," he said.
"Right, the anti-change rebels," Zoe said. "But the government forced everyone to go up, they searched for these rebels, they had trackers and everything, and by the time that they shut the last panel everyone was up there. They triple-checked."
"Except the trackers were made for the glass world. They only worked through openings and windows. That's why when people hid in caves or basements they were all found. Caves have an opening and basements normally have windows. But two families hid in an old shed that had no windows and the door touched the ground. When inside you were completely sealed in. No one ever found them. Those people are my ancestors and that's why we're here today," Jacob explained.
"Why would anyone ever want to live down here? I mean if we were still on the glass world, we would have been able to call an ambulance and I would be fixed already. Plus it's filthy down here," Rocky said.
"I do. I mean look at all this beauty that surrounds us," Zoe said.
Jacob looked at Zoe and then looked at Rocky. "Are you guys friends?" he asked.
"Not really," they said at the same time.
"Right," Jacob said. "You guys hungry, we could take a break and eat a little before we continue." Zoe and him put Rocky down and Jacob pulled out a bag. He searched through it. "I only have some jerky and it's a little bland. My mom never puts enough spices on it. I promise you the food at the tribe is much better, though probably not as good as what you have on the glass world."
He then proceeded to hand them the jerky. Zoe stared at it, without eating it. It didn't look edible. The only food they had on the surface was called pottage and it was just a cream colored semisolid liquid. Not only did the jerky look bad but when she looked at Jacob who was eating it, it looked tough to eat. It practically had to rip it off with his teeth.
She tried it though. She copied what Jacob was doing and pulled it with her teeth. She was amazed at how strong her teeth were, it took a little effort to rip it off but not enough that it was too hard. She chewed a little. It didn't taste or feel like pottage at all. It had much more flavor and it was much rougher on her tongue. It wasn't bad at all, it tasted much better then pottage.
After seeing Zoe take a bite, Rocky did as well. His reaction was very similar to Zoe's. "Hey, what is this?" Rocky asked.
"Deer," Jacob said.
"What?" Rocky and Zoe asked at the same time.
"The meat my mom used is deer," he said again. "It's not as good as beef but we had a lot more deer meat."
"Meat. That's just another word for a dead animal isn't it? You mean to tell me that I'm eating a dead animal?" Rocky asked. "That's so barbaric."
"You guys don't have meat on the glass world?" Jacob asked.
Zoe cringed. "No, not at all. We only have pottage," she said. "Which is just edible glass."
It was Jacob's turn to cringe. "That doesn't sound good at all."

The Forgotten World Part 9

Index

The The Superior 4: The Beginning

Rachel frowned as her friend Brittany whispered to her, "Don't look now but Micheal is staring at you again. Wow, he really has a thing for you, doesn't he?"
"Whatever," she said glaring at him. Micheal had to have been the least popular boy in school.
"What do you have next again, Rachel?" her friend Ashlynn asked.
"Weight Lifting," she said with a groan.
"I hate that class. Coach Moore makes us work so hard. He makes us lift as much weight as we can and he always knows when we're cheating," Brittany said.
I can fool him, Rachel thought, laughing silently in her head. But then again she could also lift the entire machine over her head without even flinching.
"Seriously, when is he going to get the hint and stop staring at me," she said to her friends. And right then he got the hint and started staring at some hippie girl named Livvy.
Livvy Lynn shuddered as she realized that Micheal was starring at her again. She broke her attention from the conversation that she'd been listening to and looked straight at him. It was really the birds that she'd been listening to that had brought his staring to her attention. She went back to listening to them. Typically she avoided talking to the birds while she with human people but she enjoyed listening to them. Sometimes they were more interesting then her human friends.
She looked back at him and he wasn't staring at her again and calmed down.
"Dude, are coming bowling with us tonight," Ty asked Cody Chase on another side of the cafeteria.
"Oh yeah, wouldn't miss it," Cody said.
"Dude, last time you said that you totally missed it," Ty said.
Yeah, because last time you asked one of my clones and I can't retain any of those memories, Cody thought. "Sorry, dude, I totally forgot but this time I'll remember for sure."
Right then something caught Cody's eye. Why the heck is Micheal Mortenson staring at me again? he thought.
That's when Micheal got up and left.

Rachel Rover opened her locker and a note fell out. Her friend Brittany picked it up and laughed. "Rachel check this out:
'Dear Rachel Rover,
'I know your secret. If you wish to keep it hidden you'll come to 678 S. 1200 W. at 7 o'clock tonight. I'll see you there. Come alone.' Doesn't say who sent it. But there's a weird little picture at the bottom of a weight. Weird. Is there a secret that you're hiding," she said.
Rachel took the note from her and stared at it. Meanwhile in other parts of the school Livvy and Cody were also opening their lockers and finding similar notes with one difference. Livvy had a picture of a deer and a bird and Cody found a picture of three identical black silhouettes.

Livvy's heart beat quickly as she sped walked up to the address she had been told to go to. She could swear that she'd been followed for the last half-mile. The mysterious note wasn't helping at all either. She was finally at the house that she been going to but it didn't help.
Suddenly she heard a crunch and she couldn't take it anymore. "Is someone there?" she yelled out.
She heard the footsteps speed up as one of the boys she recognized from her geography class joined her.
"Livvy?" he asked.
"Cody?" she said.
"What are two losers doing here? Don't tell me that you're the ones who sent the weird note," Rachel said.
"Did the note tell you to come here at 7 o'clock? And said that they knew your secret?" Livvy asked.
"Yep," she said.
"I got one of those too," Livvy said.
"Me too," Cody said.
"So if it's not from either of you, who was it from?" Rachel asked.
"I guess we'll find out," Cody said heading to the door. He gave it a strong knock.
Less then a few seconds later the door swung open and their host stared at them.
"Micheal Mortenson. Wow, what a surprise there. I'm out," Rachel said.
"Wait, Rachel, I know you're curious why you're here. I know you're curious how I know you're secret. And I know you know exactly what secret I'm talking about."
She turned around and faced him. "If you touch me I will beat you up," she said.
"Don't worry that's one fight I would like to avoid and I have absolutely no interest in kissing you. Actually I asked all three of you to come here to ask for your help. I'm fully aware of your unique abilities and although you've never used them to help anyone I think with a little training we could make it work,"
"Special abilities?" Livvy asked.
"Yes, Livvy, you're incredible ability to speak to and command animals. Cody's ability to clone himself. And Rachel's amazing super strength," he said.
"How the heck to know about that Mortenson?" Rachel asked.
"Because Rachel, I too have an amazing ability. I can read minds. That's how I know you've been pretending for years that you could lift less then you can. I've been able to know what animals have been saying through Livvy's mind. And I've been able to know that Cody skipped school on Monday and instead sent a clone. And it's how I know right now that all of you are doubtful and confused," he said. "So let's demonstrate our powers for each other to lessen the confusion. Follow me."
They followed him straight into a bedroom. He moved a picture frame and revealed a panel covered with buttons. He pressed a few and the bed moved to reveal a secret passage way. The followed him down the stairs and into a large basement full of gadgets.
"Okay, Cody, would you like to go first. I would just like you to clone yourself four times," Micheal said. "And the reason I'm not going first Rachel is because I already have."
"Dude, I've never shown my power to anyone," Cody said nervously.
"It's okay. I know you can and I know you're dying to show someone your powers. Show us, we all have super powers," Micheal said.
Cody started to separate himself and suddenly there were two of him.
"Can you show us that you can do it multiple times. Just three more times if you will," Micheal said.
"Okay, fine. Easy," Cody said. He then filled the room with his clones.
"I said four times not forty," Micheal said.
"Whatever," Cody said turning all his clones into dust which flowed his direction.
"Okay, Rachel would you like to go next. Follow me," Micheal said as he started to walk away.
"I'm not super in any way. I refuse to do anything that you tell me to," Rachel said following him.
"Really, I guess you can just leave then and when we're saving the world you may just regret leaving right away," Micheal said.
"Fine. I'm super strong. I admit it. Do I still need to demonstrate it?" Rachel asked.
"It would be nice. I had an entire demonstration ready for you and everything," Micheal said.
"Fine. Whatever, what do you want me to do?" she asked putting her hands on her hips and leaning to the right.
"I have this box weighing at least 400 pounds. I just need you to pick it up for me and put it over head. Easy for you right," Micheal said.
"Whatever," she said. She did exactly what he told her to do.
"How much do you weigh, Rachel? And don't say none of your business. I'm making a point," Micheal said.
"About 90 pounds," she said.
"Rachel can lift at least 4 times her weight without even flinching. I bet she can even lift more but I couldn't fit anymore into the box," he said. "Okay, Livvy."
"Yes," she said very loudly and quickly.
"I have a parakeet in a room -" he said.
"Okay," she said. And she started making chirping sounds.
"I wasn't done-" he said but he was cut off by flapping wings as his parakeet landed on Livvy's shoulder.
"What the? How did you do that? He was in a cage and everything. How did you?" he said.
"You're the one who can read minds," Rachel said.
"When I choose to. . . I'm not getting-" Micheal said.
"Dude, what's your point we all have super powers," Cody said interrupting.
"Right, I've asked you to come here today because there is great evil about and I can't defeat them alone. I realize that you've never used your powers to fight crime but applied correctly I believe you could do good for man-kind," Micheal said.
"What sort of crime are you talking about?" Livvy asked.
"Like robber and murderers and stuff. Can't the police take care of that?" Cody asked.
"No, there is a much greater evil -" Micheal started.
"Will you stop talking like that and just start talking like a normal person?" Rachel said. "If that's possible," she mumbled to herself.
"Fine. There's this super villain named Dr. P and I need your help to defeat him," Micheal said.
"Dr. P? What does the P stand for? What is he like? What can he do that makes him so super?" the three kids asked.
"I don't really know a lot about him but I know he's dangerous and he needs to be stopped. And I can't do that alone," he said.
"I'm in," Livvy said.
"What?" Rachel said.
"Me too," Cody said.
"What? You're just going to jump in right away. I mean, I'm not ready to reveal my secret," Rachel said.
"No need. We'd have secret identities just like in the comic books," said Micheal.
"Still. I know nothing about-" Rachel said.
"Rachel. We need you," Livvy said.
"Fine. I'm in," Rachel said.
"To the Superior 4!" Micheal yelled.
"To the Superior 4!" the others repeated.

Lilly and Corbin

She walked in with her head held high, her dark brown hair in a short ponytail. She carefully took a seat next to a boy in a wheelchair. She smiled at him and asked, "Is this the "people who are too lame to get there license" seminar?"
He smiled back at her and said, "Yeah this is non-drivers seminar? Why are you here?"
"I could ask you the same thing," she said. He laughed. "Would you believe that my idiot parents lost my birth certificate and my social security number?"
"Both?"
"Yep. I asked them if they could get me copies and they said they couldn't remember the name of the hospital that I was born in," she said. "I'm Lilly by the way."
"Corbin," he said.
"You go to Ceaser High, right? I think I've seen you around," Lilly said.
"Yeah I do, you do too?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"I haven't seen you around," he said.
"Well, no offense but your just a little bit more noticable."
"None taken. Yeah, the wheelchair is a little noticable, isn't it?"
"Oh my gosh, you are in a wheelchair. I was talking about the glasses," she said. "Hmm, I like you Corbin. You are now one of my friends."
"You too. But I haven't met anyone who tells people when they're friends."
"You haven't met anyone like me," she said.