Written by R. Swerdloff
Dear Journal,
Friday, 13 2000.
I was never really ready for this day, the day that a million people’s lives were taken. The day that the sun disappeared. I remembered pressing through the channels with the remote clutched in my hand. The tv screen flickered a little as I put on the news. On the tv, a man in a black suit informed me that the sun disappearing was no eclipse. No one could find the answer. It wasn’t really that bad until the first sighting of the first ever siren. I hope someone finds this journal and puts a stop to this. Till then, the demons will forever rule the everlasting night...
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Amber ran upstairs into her apartment, and violently slammed the door. “ Mom! I smuggled some groceries!” Silence. Her mother was probably angry at her for taking that risk. Amber had been told over and over again that she wasn’t to go outside, but she hated being contained. Amber loved the risk, it made her feel...good. She laid down the groceries on the couch, and looked out her balcony window, remembering the stories her grandmother used to tell her. “ there used to be a bright ball in the sky”, she used to say. “ It was so bright that you couldn’t even look at it directly. It lit up the entire sky, and made these black clouds we have now turn a fluffy white, and the sky a beautiful deep blue. Everything was so bright and colorful when the… what do you call it?...The sun! of course. Everything was warmer, and the flowers and plants grew better when the sun was around.” After that, Amber would look at her and say, “ Grandma, tell me about the rainbow, is it really just a myth?” Amber’s grandmother would never answer. Amber guessed it brought back too many memories. She knew that to create a real rainbow in the sky, you needed the sun. There also used to be a tale about tiny suns spotting the sky. They were called…. stars? Probably not.
No one knows for sure.
“Mom!” She shouted again. Still no answer. This wasn’t normal. “MOM!” her voice rose to a cracking scream. “MOM! ANSWER ME!” Amber’s breath started dragging in her chest as she rushed around her two bedroomed apartment. It didn’t take her long to realise that her mother and sister were missing. They might have joined her dad, who had also died a while ago. Looking around, Amber’s eyes went wide. What if a siren had somehow snuck in, and killed my family? Amber thought. She looked at the glass pieces on the floor. Someone had definitely been here. Amber crept into her bedroom, but as she did, she saw something that she wished her entire life that she would never have to see in real life. There, she was standing face to face with a demon.
Amber screamed, and tried to run away, but she couldn’t. The creature was long, black, and had a wispy thin shape. It didn’t have a face, it’s face was completely black. Amber took one step back, and then another. The siren was slouching, so his head only touched the ceiling. Then, it let out a long screech. Amber fell to the ground, with her hands covering her ears. She thought it was the end. Slowly, Amber felt lighter. She looked down, her soul was leaving her body, the demon was feeding on her life force. Amber had to think quickly. She knew what would happen if the demon ate her soul. Not only would it be able to live longer, but she would cease to exist. She wouldn’t go to heaven, turn into a ghost, reincarnate, or anything! She would literally be gone. You see, when you are taken out by a demon, then all remains and traces of you go away too. All gone, forever. You were never made, you never existed.
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Dear Journal,
Saturday 21, 2000
I have done research over the past few days. I’ve analyzed the blood of the victims. The blood was also literally sucked up of it’s magic, the blood was all white. Local advisors are warning everyone to stay indoors, probably forever. Unless someone finds their weakness. But I have! Now that the demons know, they are after me. They are walking and pushing at my door right now, like zombies. You know how the sirens grow stronger with bad energy? Well, what if I show them good energy. Would it work? I … Help! They broke in! Who ever’s reading this, please, one day, put a stop to thiSGHvnnf……..
R. Swerdloff is a writer who loves to combine science and unique perspectives in her work! She is from Kansas and she just turned 15.
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