The Uncommon Road

Perfect

2012-01-16T20:05:00.000-08:00

I need to leave.

Now.

Unless I want to die.

I can hear their footsteps, searching for me.
I hold the Prophecy tightly, for I'm lying on my back inside a peeling cupboard.

I don't particularity get why I've never opened this book before.

I'm not even sure what's inside.

I guess I'm too afraid of becoming insane, much like my father did and who are inside my house.

I'm not quite sure of who is here but I know they want my book.

If they can find me, the dried blood stains and my bones will be all that's left of my family, my father, Mr. Leon, and me (Star).

I trace the dusty border of the Prophecy and take a shallow, deep breath. I grip the poor binding with my left hand and slowly reveal the first page of the sacred legend. More and more, I can see the fine parchment. But then, my right leg goes numb and disappears. Soon, my arms follow. I place my index finger between the cover and pages as my body and clothes becomes invisible and so does the Prophecy. But my hands stay normal and I hear footsteps growing louder.

Perfect.

I Will

2012-01-16T19:02:00.000-08:00

I stopped going to school when I was 6.
Well, to be honest, I didn't go to an actual school.
Mr. Leon taught me how to read, write, and other key things in life.

He was my father's good friend.
He was a story teller with a house, full of books.
He was a phenomenon at describing the little details about all of the characters that sprung to life.
He welcomed me to read each and every book in his library.
I remember there were stories everywhere.
I always wished for a beautiful place such as his.

For my birthday, he had given me a wooden sign that used to belong in his library.

It read:

When my father died, people thought that Mr. Leon took the Prophecy book. They burnt down his house and all of those books. But worse of all, Mr. Leon died along with his stories that were never told.

Mr. Leon, I will.

I still am... Star

2012-01-03T00:04:00.000-08:00

Anyone would kill for that book but that didn't happen with my father. That night, he had one of our candles in his room. I was told that the Prophecy was protected by a charm, a magical one. Of course, it couldn't be possible, but I still keep that idea in mind. Somehow, the candle grew strong, catching on some paper. He had left the key to his room in a forgotten drawer and trapped himself with the fire. He didn't make it. My mother had hidden herself throughout the years, never telling anyone how she was. It was like she wasn't even there. I'm Stella. I have no family. But I still thrive. I still am... Star.

My Name Is Stella

2012-01-01T12:33:00.000-08:00

Stella.

My father called me "Star" because that's what my name means.

I'm not quite sure what a star is,

But it seems to be an unknown source of light that appears only at nighttime.

A few months ago, my father traded a few of our precious metals for a book called "The Prophecy."

I didn't get why he was so eager to get his hands on it.

My father got insane.

He began to lock himself inside his room with that book.

First, it was just for a few hours.

Then, a few days.

Later, he had died, unexpectedly.

Intro

2011-12-30T14:27:00.000-08:00

This story takes place in a rural town. The sky stays gray all year and the birds are only the despicable shade of black. The trees stand firmly, it's leaves replaced by icy chunks of snow. The houses are the classic broken-down hovels that you see in movies. And the roads are paved by the worn-out shovels of starving townsmen. No one wears the flashy colors of red, green, yellow, or pink. The only touch of color on the hopeless citizens was their purple eyes. Every street reeks with the same sorrow and pain, except for one uncommon road.

Now it's quite obvious what this story is mainly about.