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 Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 2:38 pm
I've decided to write this story in parts. I'm not sure how long it will be or even where I'm going with this. Sorry for the first part being so short. sweatdrop Please offer constructive criticism and ideas. Just for the record though, this is a realistic fiction story so no...Supernatural stuff, ok? Sariana13 Hidden Sanctuary
By Sarina
Prologue
Thump! Thump! Thump!
"C'mon! Hurry up already." the girl standing outside her friend's door grumbled. Half to herself, half to the girl who had just appeared. "We don't have all day! Well...we do, but still!"
"I don't see why you're always in such a rush, Christy!" said the girl who had exited her home.
"For the exact same reason you never are, Zoey!" Christy chuckled.
"Oh?"
"You want to not rush so you can enjoy yourself. I rush so I can enjoy myself as much as possible." Christy offered a slight grin as they walked off.
"...I see" was all Zoey said in return.
"Anyway, are you all set?"
Zoey purposely took a moment before answering. As if stressing the importance both girls knew all too well. "Always...Are you?"
Christy sighed. Then smiling answered the same. "Always."
And they both walked through their neighborhood headed for the woods...
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 8:42 pm
Hmm, as you said, it was short but it was enough to make me curious about how the rest will turn out. Update soon, I want to find out what this 'thing of great importance' is.
-Nephthys Angel
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 9:27 pm
Here is Part One. Comments and advice are always appreciated! Thanks!
Part One: Renovations
Christy and Zoey were walking on a small dirt path that leads through the woods to the lake. They neared the end of the path. Suddenly they stopped, quickly glanced both ways then ducked into the woods. They didn't have to go far before they made it to their destination.
Christy struggled with the weed that stuck to her pants. She said, laughing, "We need to find a better way in here. There's too much brush near the road."
Zoey only nodded. Her eyes were scanning the area.
The lake curved in on her left and made a cove of sorts. All of the banks that were visible were swarmed with trees. To her right there was a small pond that fed in to a creek that ran all the way through the woods. A little ways down the creek was a log that had fallen over the creek and made a sturdy bridge. Strangely the pond didn't connect with the lake. There was about a six feet of land between them. In the middle of that land was a dead tree that was bending over the edge toward the lake. Its roots were clearly visible because of the position it was in. And right in the middle of it all was a huge stack of boards.
"I brought them here yesterday," Zoey jumped, she had forgotten Christy’s presence. "I told my dad we were making a fort in your backyard." Christy explained.
"Well that helps I guess..." Zoey responded, "at least now we don't have to use termite infested wood," she said in a sarcastic tone of voice. She and Christy both knew that would have found another way.
“Okay so where do we start?” Christy asked.
So after a long afternoon of hammering, boarding, and building, a small structure stood next to the uprooted tree. They had also cleared away the brush, wood, and dead leaves from the ground around the clubhouse of sorts where they would be spending the majority of their time that summer.
“Well, it’s getting late,” Zoey said her eyes looking at the receding sun on the horizon, “That’s all we’ll do today. Bring the rest of the stuff to my house tomorrow. Noon, sharp.”
Christy smiled, she was used to Zoey taking charge like that, “Alright, take care”
Zoey smiled back, “You too.”
And so they parted. Both returning to lives filled with simple duties and pleasures. Lives that meant nothing in the wilderness of their forest.
Christy arrived right on time at Zoey’s house. She started to knock but saw a note on the door.
Headed out to the spot. Meet you there.
Zoey
“Brief and to the point, that was Zoey for you.” Christy thought to herself.
So out she headed and when she got there she saw her dirty blonde friend standing with measuring tape in hand, measuring for anything and everything. She stopped when Christy entered. She pulled a baseball cap on over her thick hair and grinned at Christy.
“Hey, what’s up?” She asked.
“Oh, nothing much. And you?” Christy asked.
“Good, but all this small talk is killing me.” Zoey cracked a huge smile.
“Fine with me,” Christy said smiling back.
“Okay, I made a list of all the stuff we need to add,” Zoey said.
Christy rolled her eyes. Zoey was always making lists.
Zoey continued on, oblivious. “A shelf or two on the in side. Do you remember that mat you made out of that grassy stuff for me last year?”
Christy looked puzzled. “Yeah, why?”
“How long did it take to make it?”
“Uh…couple of hours. They are fairly simple. Now, why?” Christ answered, getting annoyed.
“Could you make one for the floor on the inside?” Zoey asked, finally getting to the point.
“Sure.”
“Cool, okay where was I? Oh, yeah. Shelves, floor mat, PAINT!” Zoey said with sudden force, “For the inside and out. Dad said he’d give me some.”
“Nice, what color?” Christy replied, nodding.
Zoey grinned, “A nice dark green. I also thought we could get some of those vines growing everywhere and get them to cling to the boards on the outside. It’ll blend and look awesome!”
Christy’s slight smile widened, “Alright.”
The rest of the day, and week for that matter went in much the same manner. But on the following Monday everything was completed.
The girls stood back and admired their handy work. The outside was a dark pine tree green and covered with vines. They got a little carried away. On the inside there was several shelves on the walls heaped with candles, matches, dried fruits, crackers, survival tools such as pocketknives, Christy’s notebooks, Zoey’s camera and sketchbooks, books and other such things. The large mat that Christy had made was laid out on the smooth wooded floor.
Zoey looked at that floor and sighed. She had spent hours sanding the floor to make it perfectly smooth.
They both collapsed on the floor, exhausted. Yet still there was one thing left to do. Christy reached for one of her many notebooks, this time their log. She read aloud what she was writing so Zoey could add to her notes.
June 5, 2007 4:23 PM
Finished, at last! Zoey finished sanding the floor and we added my mat. We also brought the rest of the dried food and books and such. It looks pretty neat, if I do say so myself. Zoey: “Duh!” Well anyway, nothing much else exciting. We’re hoping to go out and making scene records tomorrow.
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 7:41 pm
This one is slightly short too because there wasn't much I needed to say. Comments and criticism are always apreciated. Thanks!
heart heart heart
Part Two: Scene Records
Zoey yawned putting her hand over her eyes. Then she stopped, opened her eyes, and grinned. She hopped up. The sun was shining brightly and the weather seemed perfect. Zoey stretched as she grabbed some shorts and a shirt, and as she flew out the door she grabbed her dirty shoes. Zoey was supposed to wait for Christy but how could she wait on such a beautiful day? She was running through the neighborhood so fast she gave the impression of flying to anyone out and about. Zoey rang the doorbell, waited two seconds, and then, not content with that, started pounding on the door.
It was a sleepy Christy who answered. She was dressed in strawberry sleep pants that had obviously shrunk and a green tank top that in no way matched. Zoey stifled a giggle.
“How long will it take you to get ready?” Zoey chuckled, “Unless you’re planning on going like that.”
Christy’s eyes widened as if she just realized her appearance. Then she just laughed. “Five minuets. Get something in the kitchen. I can tell you just threw on clothes and ran over.”
“You know me way too well.” Zoey replied.
“And I also know you’ll eat all our stores today. So go get something,” Christy ordered, “My parents are gone, don’t worry.”
“Alright you dress, I’ll make eggs for us.”
It was almost thirty minuets later that they arrived at their hideout. Even then they were there only about five minuets. Zoey grabbed her camera, sketchbook, and pencils, and Christy grabbed her first notebook. Then they exited and sat on a log a little ways from the structure.
Christy immediately began scribbling words down in her notebook. She wrote poems, stories, and descriptions of the area in sight. That included the cove, trees, pond, creek, uprooted tree, and clubhouse.
Zoey started slower, trying to decide how best to draw the beauty that surrounded her. But soon she began also. At the end of their work Zoey would take a few pictures too.
“How does this sound?” Christy asked, breaking the silence for the first time in almost an hour.
“The secret of their sanctuary,
Stood despite the odds,
Remaining in a shrinking world,
Because it was unknown,
If found, it would,
Not be the same,
To them or any other,
The secret of their hidden place,
Protected it from change.”
“…Wow” Zoey replied.
Christy laughed but felt Zoey was overestimating the quality of her work. Then sounding more serious said, “It’s true though, if this place was found, it would be destroyed. If not physically, it would destroy the value of it because this is our place and our secret.”
Zoey nodded solemnly. In their own way this was an oath to each other that no one would ever be told of their secret, even years later…
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 6:57 pm
...pst...I'm briliant... Sarina13 PS blaugh biggrin wink lol mrgreen rofl
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 9:25 am
Here's part 3.
-Sarina-
Part 3: Meet the Fool
It was a few weeks into summer and that day was going the same as normal, scenery records, long talks, and much hopefulness of the future. It’s strange how an incident so small could change everything.
Christy yawned. “How ‘bout we take a break. I can’t think of anything else. We could go down to the northern banks…?”
Zoey shrugged, “Alright. I can’t think anymore either.”
So they packed up, marked the map they were making, and headed back to the hideout. Eagerly they tossed their things and grabbed some fruit. They began walking toward the path, when they heard someone or something running noisily through the forest. They were both shocked. If it were a nature watcher, surely they would be quieter. And who else would be this deep in the woods? Zoey and Christy watched as the figure approached the creek and attempted to cross in on the fallen tree bridge.
Crash!
The noisy person had, in their clumsiness, fallen into the creek. Zoey and Christy instantly flew down the banks and raced toward him or her.
“Whoever it is deserves to break his neck!” Zoey yelled to Christy. She was both angry and worried.
The fallen figure was a boy about 13 years old. He instantly began shivering as Zoey and Christy pulled him from the water. Even though it was a warm day the water was very cold. Without even thinking, they began walking him toward the hideout.
Christy grabbed a blanket from the corner and rapped it around the shivering boy’s shoulders.
“What were you thinking?” Zoey instantly pounced on him.
“I…I got lost and…” The boy said much intimidated by the angry girl in front of him.
“Why were you making so much noise as you were going through the forest?” Zoey said, unrelenting.
“I…I thought you where supposed to be noisy…so…so the wildlife didn’t think you were sneaking up on them.” Said the boy, terrified.
“That doesn’t mean give them a heart attack or to fall in a river!!!” Zoey screamed.
The boy shrunk back.
“Calm down Zoey!” Christy said sternly.
Zoey took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I’m just worried. You could get sick.”
The boy took a deep breath also. “I’m sorry, too. And thank you for helping me. What is this place?”
“Our hideout.”
“Sweet. And you guys?” He replied.
“Zoey”
“Christy”
“And John.” He added.
“Maybe we can help you get where you’re going…John.” Christy offered.
“Would you? I’m supposed to meet my friend at the northern banks. He said I was supposed to…I don’t know.”
“Okay, we were headed up there anyway. C’mon Zoe.” Christy said.
Later, back at the hideout. Christy and Zoey argued about what must be done.
“We can’t move our hideout!” Christy cried, “It would ruin everything!”
“And if that…John, comes back with all of his friends?” Zoey yelled back, “If I recall correctly, a couple of weeks ago you said that if someone found out it would ruin everything.”
“True. But he isn’t likely to come back. He’ll forget all about it.” Christy stated.
“And if he doesn’t? If he comes back? Or if he tells everyone? What will happen to our secret?” Zoey challenged.
“He isn’t that kind. I can tell. If he himself returns, we’ll deal with it.”
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 9:28 am
*Sigh* I guess nobody is reading...*Puts on a happy face* That's okay. I'm going to post the rest of my story now...*shudder* all thirteen pages...wow.
-Sarina13- biggrin
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 9:30 am
Part Four: The Fool Returns
Thump, Thump, Thump Thump!
“It occurred to me. That I never properly thanked you guys.” John said.
“Did you tell anyone?” Zoey asked, instantly and angrily.
John started. “No…Why?”
“This place is a secret!” Zoey hissed.
“Is she always this moody?” John asked turning to Christy.
Christy’s eyes flashed with amusement, but said seriously, “Only about things that matter to her.”
“Should I leave?” He asked.
Zoey sighed, calming herself, “No, I’m sorry…again.”
“No,” John replied, “it’s me that’s sorry. I didn’t know I was intruding.”
“You’re not…I…I just need this place.” Zoey said faltering. John nodded, understanding.
Christy broke in. “Why don’t you come back tomorrow. One O’clock,” Christy grinned at Zoey, “Sharp. That will give us time to talk and figure out what to do. Okay?”
“Very well.”
The door shut.
“Now what?” Zoey asked.
Christy thought for a second. “We could find out what he wants and if he wants to be here…maybe he could be of some use. You know?”
Zoey smiled. “I had a similar thought. If we turn him away he might tell someone or worse.” Zoey grinned, “You know, he is pretty nice.” She blushed.
Christy grinned back. “Yeah.”
”So it’s decided. We’ll talk to him about it…tomorrow?” Zoey asked.
Christy nodded, “Tomorrow.”
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 9:32 am
Part Five: The Decision
“It’s up to you.” Zoey told John.
“What do you mean?” He said, puzzled.
“Do you want to come back here?” Christy asked.
“I suppose. But what am I getting myself into?” John answered.
“You can either come here everyday with us, or forget it and never return. Either way, it has to remain a secret.” Zoey said impatiently.
“I see,” he answered, “and what do you do every day?”
“This” Christy tossed him one of the scene record books.
John opened it up and looked surprised. Then he grinned, “Okay, I’ll come. If you want me…?”
“Can you help?” Zoey asked, “Christy has words. I have drawings. What can you do?”
His grin widened. “I have an idea. I’ll start coming tomorrow. What time?”
“Noon. That okay?” Christy asked.
“Perfect. See you then. I have to make preparations.” With that, he left abruptly.
Christy and Zoey sat puzzled.
“What do you think it could be?” Christy asked.
“Not a clue…” Zoey responded.
“So odd.”
“Yeah…”
For the rest of that day they were discontented to make scene records as usual. They discussed many different topics while sitting in their hideout, but it all lead back to one thing. It was strange how talking about something as strange as pie could lead back to whatever it was that John was planning…
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 9:33 am
Part Six: The Musician
“I guess it was a good thing I started out early,” John said to himself. He was lugging a huge bag full of his “equipment”. But despite, he was the first one at the hideout. He set his stuff down in the corner.
“Good morning,” John jumped and turned to see Zoey standing in the doorway.
“Good morning…afternoon.” He grinned.
“So, you ready for today?” Christy said coming in behind Zoey.
“Hope so…” John replied. He reached into his bag and pulled out a laptop. “We’re going now?”
Christy and Zoey nodded, but felt very uneasy about the laptop.
The three of them went out. Christy wrote, as usual. Zoey drew, as usual. But John was typing on his computer all day. But he didn’t tell Zoey or Christy what he was doing on it, and by the end of the day both Zoey and Christy were very angry and ready to throw John out if they had the chance. So harsh words would be expected when they returned to the hideout.
“I have half a dozen pictures from today and Christy has that many stories, poems or descriptions. What do you have to show from today?” Zoey asked angrily.
John opened his laptop pressed a few buttons and suddenly beautiful music came out. It sounded like notes with the rustling of grass from the area they had just left combined. Zoey and Christy were dumbfounded. When the shock wore off guilt took its place. But John spoke before either of them could.
“It’s okay. I would have been angry and suspicious too. Just…what did you think I was doing?”
“I dunno…I just thought you were trying to make a fool of everything we were standing for and the reasons that we’re doing this. I misjudged you…I’m sorry. And welcome. I’ll stop having prejudices soon, I promise.” Zoey offered a slight smile.
“There’s nothing to forgive. Thank you.”
“So…what else do you have in the bag?” Christy asked seeing how uncomfortable Zoey was getting.
“Oh! Just…more tape recorders, and instruments that my computer doesn’t have…yet!” John stated, “Eventually I want to have a song for every place and I’ll put each on a recorder and leave it here with the rest of the records.”
“Cool. Does that mean you have to lug this stuff every day?” Zoey asked.
“Naw…I’ll leave my instruments and recorders here. I’ll just ‘lug’ my laptop every day.” John answered, feeling completely at home with these two girls that he barely knew.
“It’s a little early for us to go to our homes, why don’t we walk you to yours?” Christy asked.
John smiled unsure but said, “Uh…Okay.”
Both girls were shocked. The house before them was huge!
“This is your house?” Zoey asked incredulously.
John laughed slightly, but it was clear he was very uncomfortable. “Yeah…”
“Wow…” both girls stated in shock.
“Well, see you tomorrow. Bye.” John said closing the door behind him.
Christy was the first one to get over her shock. “I’ve just committed a crime against our hidden sanctuary.”
Zoey looked puzzled, “What do you mean?”
Christy shrugged toward the house, “Judging him for where he comes from. Our outside lives are not supposed to matter. That is why it was so special.” She sighed.
Zoey continued to look confused but then seemed to get it. “You’re right. He wouldn’t want us to treat him like he’s rich. If he did…he would have left before now.”
They both nodded in agreement. They would to treat him the same when he arrived tomorrow.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 9:37 am
Part Seven: The Absence
“Morning, John!” Christy said bursting into the clubhouse. Then she stopped. “Where is he?”
“Probably just running late. Calm down.” Zoey said behind her.
But they were both uneasy. Would he not come? Because of yesterday? When noon turned to one and then to two, their unease turned to worry.
“Should we go to his house? Find out what’s going on?” Zoey demanded, as if Christy should know the answers.
“I guess…” Christy answered uneasily.
Zoey hesitated then said, “Let’s go.”
When they arrived they were shocked to see a “For Sale” sign sticking up in his yard.
“NO!” Zoey cried. She ran to the door and rang the bell. A few moments later John opened the door. Zoey started. He’s face was red as if he had been crying. “Tell me it isn’t true!” Zoey begged.
“I’m sorry,” he said miserably, “it is true.”
“Why? When? NO!” Tears were flowing down Zoey’s face now. Christy looked solid as stone, not moving.
“Next week. Whether it’s sold yet, or not. And they won’t tell me why.” John said with difficulty.
Christy suddenly burst out into loud sobs. She turned and ran away. She couldn’t bear it.
“I’m getting everything done today,” John continued with a sigh, he trusted Zoey to look after Christy when she returned, “so that every day after will be ours. I have to go now. Take care. Send Christy my love. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
When Zoey reached the hideout she saw Christy sobbing hard and going through a notebook. She was tearing up everything that she wrote about John. Zoey ran to her and grabbed her wrists pulling her away from the notebooks. She pushed Christy roughly into the corner, and picked up the pieces of torn paper and rewrote everything Christy tore up. All while Christy sat in the corner, crying. When she was done, Zoey walked over to Christy she raised her hand. It was very clear that Zoey wanted to hit Christy, but in the end of her inner struggle she let her hand fall.
“I…I’m sorry. I…I didn’t mean it,” Christy choked out.
Zoey sighed, “I know. I’m sorry, too.” She dropped to her knees.
They rapped their arms around each other, and cried. Cried for John. For their sanctuary. And most of all for each other.
“…John…John sent his love.” Zoey said, breaking into tears afresh.
Christy smiled through her tears, “I thought we were as close as could be. I was wrong…John brought us even closer. We’re like a family…I’m going to miss him—”
“As will I.”
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 9:42 am
Part Eight: Family Found in Forest Light...Conclusion
“AH!” Zoey jumped. “JOHN! Give me a heart attack!” Zoey laughed, “What are you doing here so early?”
John yawned. “I slept here.”
“Here!?!” Christy exclaimed.
“Yeah…unless you guys have a problem with it, I want to sleep here until I…I have to leave.” John’s voice choked a little at the end.
Zoey and Christy nodded. They didn’t dare speak for fear they would burst into tears.
“C’mon! I want to forget about it for now. Lets go make records.” John said.
By the end of that week many things had been decided and achieved. First of all, Zoey, Christy, and John decided that John could sleep there all week; after all, his parents were so busy that they didn’t even notice his absence. Next, John decided he would get scene records of all of the places if he had to stay awake all night, every night, to do it. By some miracle…he did it. And Zoey and Christy decided to make a chest for each of them, and store a copy of everything in each. Zoey made copies of her art and Christy did the same with her writing. They told him to make three copies of his music, too. However they did not tell him why. They planned for it to be a surprise, of sorts. Zoey and Christy did something else too. Zoey painted the wooded box to look like their clubhouse and Christy carved into the top the words,
The secret of their sanctuary,
Stood despite the odds,
Remaining in a shrinking world,
Because it was unknown,
If found, it would,
Not be the same,
To them or any other,
The secret of their hidden place,
Protected it from change.
Friends Forever.
Friends For Life.
Family Found in Forest Light.
Christy, Zoey & John
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 9:47 am
It doesn't end happy...or sad. It just ended with the understanding that what they had was true friendship. I'll quote my best friend here. "Love you like a sister, treat you like a best friend" THAT was what John, Christy, and Zoey were to each other. And why they will never forget each other. Never.
-Sarina13-
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