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Old Toy

Put me aside,

So I don't have to pretend,

That I still matter to you,

I no longer have any use,

No purpose,

Put me aside like an old toy

I knew I'd only ever be around for your lonely days,

I was never the one you chose,

You only settled,

Cause you knew you couldn't do better,

Always had me on my toes,

Trying to do what I thought I was supposed to, 

Trying to make your dreams come true,

How was I supposed to know I'd never be enough for you.

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Written by WistfulThinker in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Old Toy
Put me aside,
So I don't have to pretend,
That I still matter to you,
I no longer have any use,
No purpose,
Put me aside like an old toy

I knew I'd only ever be around for your lonely days,
I was never the one you chose,
You only settled,
Cause you knew you couldn't do better,
Always had me on my toes,
Trying to do what I thought I was supposed to, 
Trying to make your dreams come true,
How was I supposed to know I'd never be enough for you.


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Who is in control of your life?
Written by AlSalehi

Refractory Response

They say you control me, as I am the head, and You, the neck.

They say that through my stomach, You influence my heart... but the truth of your power actually lies beneath the navel of this boiling tea-bound bergamot orange.

It is only after the moment where the pressure is released...

that You,

are nothing to me.

I no longer need

You…

and You,

no longer control me.

I can think clearly,

and I, am completely,

rational.

Awaken, and no longer blinded by nature's hypnosis

I can now unpeel

You,

from your power.

It is solely within this ever-escaping ephemeral moment

where the monkey holds

an unloaded gun…

that I can see

You,

for whom You truly are - -

No strings attached.

Copyright © 1986-2017

Al Salehi

All Rights Reserved

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Who is in control of your life?
Written by AlSalehi
Refractory Response
They say you control me, as I am the head, and You, the neck.
They say that through my stomach, You influence my heart... but the truth of your power actually lies beneath the navel of this boiling tea-bound bergamot orange.

It is only after the moment where the pressure is released...
that You,
are nothing to me.

I no longer need
You…
and You,
no longer control me.

I can think clearly,
and I, am completely,
rational.

Awaken, and no longer blinded by nature's hypnosis
I can now unpeel
You,
from your power.

It is solely within this ever-escaping ephemeral moment
where the monkey holds
an unloaded gun…

that I can see
You,
for whom You truly are - -

No strings attached.


Copyright © 1986-2017
Al Salehi
All Rights Reserved
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Lost Love Story

We're connected

Like a phone call

The buzzing in my ears

Echoes through the wall

Where I press my head

When my knees finally fall

Your name is all I hear

A promise to heal all

I keep hanging up

But the whisper crawls

Up along my skin until

I answer the catcalls

You're a static sickness

A love drug from pitfalls

Of the past that's not the past

Our memory a shawl

Clinging to my shoulders

Heavy with mothballs

And still I listen closer

Through the haze of the squall

Hoping to hear more

Than the promise of downfall

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Written by StephanieMarie in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Lost Love Story
We're connected
Like a phone call

The buzzing in my ears
Echoes through the wall

Where I press my head
When my knees finally fall

Your name is all I hear
A promise to heal all

I keep hanging up
But the whisper crawls

Up along my skin until
I answer the catcalls

You're a static sickness
A love drug from pitfalls

Of the past that's not the past
Our memory a shawl

Clinging to my shoulders
Heavy with mothballs

And still I listen closer
Through the haze of the squall

Hoping to hear more
Than the promise of downfall
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Hurricane weather

You found me too much chaos,

But it wasn't me who was too much.

It was you, who was only used to perfect weather -

Sunny skies and moonlit nights.

But you didn't realise,

That the moment on you I set my eyes,

You had been loved by a hurricane.

Ritika. Jolly

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Hurricane weather
You found me too much chaos,
But it wasn't me who was too much.
It was you, who was only used to perfect weather -
Sunny skies and moonlit nights.
But you didn't realise,
That the moment on you I set my eyes,
You had been loved by a hurricane.
Ritika. Jolly
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Written by Lashay in portal Romance & Erotica

I just wanna

suck him dry

under the table

Bon appétit

While his mouth

is wet

from the pie a la mode

I fixed

from scratch

We'll both dig in

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Written by Lashay in portal Romance & Erotica
I just wanna
suck him dry
under the table
Bon appétit
While his mouth
is wet
from the pie a la mode
I fixed
from scratch

We'll both dig in
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Over the Phone

"Okay, so. How are we gonna do this?"

"I mean, it seems pretty simple. You just send pics of your front, back, and sides. All angles."

"Yeah, and get just compensation for that." My-Friend-Who-I-Shall-Not-Name (for his sake, and mine) clicked his teeth over the phone in a very nonchalant action that made me narrow my eyes. "You're not gonna send the pics, aren't you?"

"I will... eventually."

"Dude, what the fuck."

"Okay, okay! I will. Jeez... just send your's first."

"Promise me you'll buck up."

"Fine." I sighed deeply and glared at my reflection in the mirror. He and I were friends for several years now, ever since middle school and, after him bragging to me about his many sexual experiences with the trashy girls in his Boston-Suburb up north, I got fed up. Don't blame me for this one-- I still don't regret what I did. But I guess I could admit that I was feeling a little, well, dehydrated. For one thing, our sexual tension continued to thicken over the years, especially when he entered high school and I started my sophomore year. Then, at times, we'd "flirt."

("Fuck you.")

("What time, place, and how hard?")

("...Go fuck yourself.")

("Maybe later. I'm sure you'd love to watch.")

I'm a freshman in college now and he's a senior in high school. Nowadays, it takes everything in my power not to seem like a complete slut with him. Of course, we're still friends. And that's all I want to be. Just that. But sometimes I just want, you know, some more attention. Sometimes I want him to notice me like how he notices the thots whoring up and down the streets in his town.

So I started taking selfies. You know, asking for criticism. ("How does this look?" "Will so-and-so like this?" "Is this boyfriend material?") On that particular early-Autumn's day, I decided to wear a pair of black overalls with the shorts cut off a couple inches above mid thigh and a crop-top that I bought from the mall the week before. Facetimed him, flashed the camera on my reflection in the mirror, asked if it was okay over the phone.

"Those are really short..."

"Oh!" I could feel my face get hot. "Here, lemme fix them. Sorry." I moved to pull down the shorts properly on my leg, but stopped short when he began spluttering out complaints.

"No! No, trust me, it's fine. I like it like that. Right there. Yeah..."

"Are you... do you like it like that?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

"Oh my God, I turned you on, didn't I?"

"Again. Maybe, maybe not."

 

"Holy shit." One thing led to another and I found myself flashing him. Yeah, I did it. No regrets (yet.) And then he started asking for nudes. That was when I realized that I'm way out of my league.

Okay, I'm not gonna lie here. I have a nice body, as much as it pains me to say that. I've been playing sports for a few years now. Did soccer for a minute, volleyball for another, cross-county and track. I like staying in shape. Not only that, but I picked up a lot of my mom's genetics when it came to figure. We're curvy Black women with nice legs, a lot of hip, "thicc" ass. For the longest time, of course, I was insecure about myself; it doesn't help that the media portrays one side of the spectrum of body type (the polar opposite of mine) as beautiful while people of my own race either glorify that side and objectify mine. It was up until a few weeks before the "Infamous Flash" that I started to feel comfortable with myself.

But look at me now. College freshman, never got hit. So when my long-time friend decides to start asking me for nudes, I'm gonna have some objections here and there.

"You need to send me a dick pic in return," I declared. The line was silent for a while.

"Why?"

"Because if I'm going to risk myself by sending nudes, you should at least have the common courtesy to flash me as well."

"Fine. Then don't do it."

"...I'm not saying that I don't want to do it," I didn't realize that he reverse-psychologied me until much later, "I'm just saying that you should send something of yourself to. Or at least tell me your size."

"It's not that simple."

"Dude, I honestly can't give a shit right now. I show me your's, I show you mine."

"I think it'll be the other way around in this context..."

"Whatever. Deal?"

"Deal."

I sent one pic. I had to do hella research to make sure that I knew how to send a sexy nude. My response was positive...

("I jacked off to it. Well done.")

...But I wanted more. So when I "innocently" informed him while we were FaceTiming that I was about to go shower, he was very quick to request, "Take a vid of you in there?"

I did it. My 3 gigs of MetroPCS data slowed the process by a lot when trying to send the video over Skype (because you can't send anything longer than 10 seconds through text message), but I did it. I was too nervous to call him after it sent-- too afraid that I did a shitty job. Too scared that I ruined things with one of my best friends if he thought that I was fat or ugly, AKA the total opposite of the basic white chicks he usually fucks.

Two minutes after the video sent:

Doughboi: Holy shit.

Me: Soooooo..............???

Doughboi: YOUR ASS IS FUCKIN AMAZING!!!

It's here that I buried my face in my pillow and screamed. I was so lucky that my roommate was at her boyfriend's that night.

Me: I keep tellin you man.

Doughboi: Well I've never seen it till now so...

Me: Well do you trust me?

Doughboi: I do

Doughboi: God my dick is so hard right now...

Me: Is that just compensation or what?

Me: Like, I gave front, back, and sides

Me: I bent over

I would say the rest, but that would be suicide.

Doughboi: Can I send you one when I'm not jerking off?

I just know that a victory was made here.

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Over the Phone
"Okay, so. How are we gonna do this?"

"I mean, it seems pretty simple. You just send pics of your front, back, and sides. All angles."

"Yeah, and get just compensation for that." My-Friend-Who-I-Shall-Not-Name (for his sake, and mine) clicked his teeth over the phone in a very nonchalant action that made me narrow my eyes. "You're not gonna send the pics, aren't you?"

"I will... eventually."

"Dude, what the fuck."

"Okay, okay! I will. Jeez... just send your's first."

"Promise me you'll buck up."

"Fine." I sighed deeply and glared at my reflection in the mirror. He and I were friends for several years now, ever since middle school and, after him bragging to me about his many sexual experiences with the trashy girls in his Boston-Suburb up north, I got fed up. Don't blame me for this one-- I still don't regret what I did. But I guess I could admit that I was feeling a little, well, dehydrated. For one thing, our sexual tension continued to thicken over the years, especially when he entered high school and I started my sophomore year. Then, at times, we'd "flirt."

("Fuck you.")

("What time, place, and how hard?")

("...Go fuck yourself.")

("Maybe later. I'm sure you'd love to watch.")

I'm a freshman in college now and he's a senior in high school. Nowadays, it takes everything in my power not to seem like a complete slut with him. Of course, we're still friends. And that's all I want to be. Just that. But sometimes I just want, you know, some more attention. Sometimes I want him to notice me like how he notices the thots whoring up and down the streets in his town.

So I started taking selfies. You know, asking for criticism. ("How does this look?" "Will so-and-so like this?" "Is this boyfriend material?") On that particular early-Autumn's day, I decided to wear a pair of black overalls with the shorts cut off a couple inches above mid thigh and a crop-top that I bought from the mall the week before. Facetimed him, flashed the camera on my reflection in the mirror, asked if it was okay over the phone.

"Those are really short..."

"Oh!" I could feel my face get hot. "Here, lemme fix them. Sorry." I moved to pull down the shorts properly on my leg, but stopped short when he began spluttering out complaints.

"No! No, trust me, it's fine. I like it like that. Right there. Yeah..."

"Are you... do you like it like that?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

"Oh my God, I turned you on, didn't I?"

"Again. Maybe, maybe not."
 
"Holy shit." One thing led to another and I found myself flashing him. Yeah, I did it. No regrets (yet.) And then he started asking for nudes. That was when I realized that I'm way out of my league.

Okay, I'm not gonna lie here. I have a nice body, as much as it pains me to say that. I've been playing sports for a few years now. Did soccer for a minute, volleyball for another, cross-county and track. I like staying in shape. Not only that, but I picked up a lot of my mom's genetics when it came to figure. We're curvy Black women with nice legs, a lot of hip, "thicc" ass. For the longest time, of course, I was insecure about myself; it doesn't help that the media portrays one side of the spectrum of body type (the polar opposite of mine) as beautiful while people of my own race either glorify that side and objectify mine. It was up until a few weeks before the "Infamous Flash" that I started to feel comfortable with myself.

But look at me now. College freshman, never got hit. So when my long-time friend decides to start asking me for nudes, I'm gonna have some objections here and there.

"You need to send me a dick pic in return," I declared. The line was silent for a while.

"Why?"

"Because if I'm going to risk myself by sending nudes, you should at least have the common courtesy to flash me as well."

"Fine. Then don't do it."

"...I'm not saying that I don't want to do it," I didn't realize that he reverse-psychologied me until much later, "I'm just saying that you should send something of yourself to. Or at least tell me your size."

"It's not that simple."

"Dude, I honestly can't give a shit right now. I show me your's, I show you mine."

"I think it'll be the other way around in this context..."

"Whatever. Deal?"

"Deal."

I sent one pic. I had to do hella research to make sure that I knew how to send a sexy nude. My response was positive...

("I jacked off to it. Well done.")

...But I wanted more. So when I "innocently" informed him while we were FaceTiming that I was about to go shower, he was very quick to request, "Take a vid of you in there?"

I did it. My 3 gigs of MetroPCS data slowed the process by a lot when trying to send the video over Skype (because you can't send anything longer than 10 seconds through text message), but I did it. I was too nervous to call him after it sent-- too afraid that I did a shitty job. Too scared that I ruined things with one of my best friends if he thought that I was fat or ugly, AKA the total opposite of the basic white chicks he usually fucks.

Two minutes after the video sent:

Doughboi: Holy shit.
Me: Soooooo..............???
Doughboi: YOUR ASS IS FUCKIN AMAZING!!!

It's here that I buried my face in my pillow and screamed. I was so lucky that my roommate was at her boyfriend's that night.

Me: I keep tellin you man.
Doughboi: Well I've never seen it till now so...
Me: Well do you trust me?
Doughboi: I do
Doughboi: God my dick is so hard right now...
Me: Is that just compensation or what?
Me: Like, I gave front, back, and sides
Me: I bent over

I would say the rest, but that would be suicide.

Doughboi: Can I send you one when I'm not jerking off?

I just know that a victory was made here.
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Etched

I've kept a lot of my pride

behind the mirror

Who said it was trick 

or a tactic to hide my fear?

Poison is sweet when drunk

at first taste, but giving too much

is a sorry, sad waste

It's like finding a home for

your tongue to roam

and letting your hands play the game

a scene that always feels the same

He cuts right through me

a knife-blade reflection that follows you after

you sit and listen to his drunken laughter 

and watch the shouts rebound off the molding rafters

It seems to be a moment where time stops for awhile

and shattered bones are masked by a foreign clothes pile

The mattress is too soft for your liking

it caresses you in every way you hate

and it carries your shape 

in the morning light

when the bright-winged bird

jumps out to take flight

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Written by LadyOfBirds in portal Romance & Erotica
Etched
I've kept a lot of my pride
behind the mirror

Who said it was trick 
or a tactic to hide my fear?

Poison is sweet when drunk
at first taste, but giving too much
is a sorry, sad waste

It's like finding a home for
your tongue to roam
and letting your hands play the game
a scene that always feels the same

He cuts right through me
a knife-blade reflection that follows you after
you sit and listen to his drunken laughter 
and watch the shouts rebound off the molding rafters

It seems to be a moment where time stops for awhile
and shattered bones are masked by a foreign clothes pile

The mattress is too soft for your liking
it caresses you in every way you hate
and it carries your shape 
in the morning light
when the bright-winged bird
jumps out to take flight











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**SNOW LOVE** (from Midnight Memos About love #4 sneak peak)

                                Your Love was Like Snow:

               It made my world beautiful for a moment,

                                    then it felt cold,

                                  and soon enough...

                                    

                                    it melted away.

excerpt Midnight Memos about Love

http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B06Y6F3TKG

© Nokulunga Mazibuko

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**SNOW LOVE** (from Midnight Memos About love #4 sneak peak)
                                Your Love was Like Snow:
               It made my world beautiful for a moment,
                                    then it felt cold,
                                  and soon enough...
                                    
                                    it melted away.

excerpt Midnight Memos about Love
http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B06Y6F3TKG
© Nokulunga Mazibuko
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hysteriahaiku

Psychotic romance

Pseudo bluff, sword fightdance

Murder Mischance

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hysteriahaiku
Psychotic romance
Pseudo bluff, sword fightdance
Murder Mischance
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AURORA

AWAKENING

         I dreamt I was flying - high up into the clouds. I felt free and alive, more than I ever have before. I just kept going up, up, up - until there were no more clouds. I was in wide, open Space. I suddenly felt exposed and alone. I looked down at the Earth and became afraid. I wanted to go back down, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t. I just kept going farther and farther away.

         “Aurora… Aurora…”

         Aurora opened her eyes and grimaced at the bright room. Alfred was standing next to her. She sat up on her bed.

         “Aurora, I was just checking on you. You’ve been asleep for a long time,” Alfred said.

         “How long have I been asleep?”

         “It’s 3 o’clock in the afternoon.”

         “I don’t even remember falling asleep…”

         “It’ll be alright. You needed your rest. Want me to cook you something? Or get you anything at all? You must be hungry.”

         “Yes, I am,” Aurora admitted.

         “Alright, if there’s nothing in particular that you would like, I’ll whip you something up.”

         “Okay sounds great, Alfred.”

         He smiled and left the room.

         Aurora stood up. She was still wearing her clothes from yesterday. Yesterday. It felt like just a dream. What had happened after dinner? Did I just fall asleep? She checked her cell phone. 4 missed calls and 3 new text messages. All from Lucille.

        ‘Lucille, I’m fine. Just needed some rest. Will talk to you soon.’ she texted back.

        Later that evening, Lucille came over. There was no way that Aurora could keep the information from Lucille for long or cover up the truth. She was very demanding and could spot a lie a mile away. Plus she was her best friend and Aurora knew she could trust her. She just didn’t exactly know where to begin with the story or if Lucille would even believe her.

         “So what happened yesterday evening? I need to know,” Lucille said.

         Aurora told Lucille everything and when she was finished Lucille just stared at her. Aurora stared back waiting for a response.

         “Well that is the craziest thing I have ever heard,” Lucille said. “I can’t believe that’s why you’re parents died… People were trying to get you?”

         “I guess… I’m not sure if I believe all of it or not. Especially the special abilities part,” Aurora started. “I guess I just don’t know what to believe. It feels like my entire world has been turned upside down. I mean, I’m glad I have answers now, but the answers are just... too crazy, you know?”

         “Yeah,” Lucille agreed, eyes wide. “Did your Godfather say anything about what was going to happen in New York?”

         “No," Aurora shook her head. I actually forgot to ask him. Things just got too overwhelming...”

         “You should ask him next time you see him.”

         “Yeah I should,” Aurora agreed.

          "We have to figure this out...” Lucille said with a sigh.

GONE

         “Lyra is a small constellation. Its principle star is Vega, one of the brightest stars in the sky. Lyra is visible high in the northern hemisphere from spring through autumn. In the winter months, it is visible low in the northern sky.” Mr. Lopez stated. “Take a look at the board to see what the constellation of Lyra looks like.”

         Mr. Lopez hit a button on his presentation pointer to show the next slide of the PowerPoint presentation – a photo of the constellation of Lyra. Lucille was hardly paying attention to what he was saying. She was picking at her cuticles thinking about Keenan.

She looked over at Aurora. She was staring at the board, eyes wide open. I don’t see how she can be so interested in this pointless stuff.

         Mr. Lopez clicked to reveal the next slide. “Lyra is bordered by Hercules, Vulpecula, Cygnus, and Draco,” he said.

         Suddenly there was a loud thudding sound. What was that? Lucille and the other students looked around the room. All except for Aurora. Her head was down on her desk.   

        What the- ?

         Mr. Lopez noticed and flipped on the lights. Lucille got up from her desk and walked over to Aurora. She tapped on her shoulder.

         “Aurora, are you alright?” she asked with fear in her voice.

         Aurora didn’t respond.

         Mr. Lopez made his way over to Aurora’s desk.

         “Oh my gosh, is she dead?” a student named Laura gasped.

         Other than that, the room was silent. All of the students were watching in horror to see what would happen next.

         Mr. Lopez tapped on Aurora’s shoulder. “Aurora? Aurora! Are you okay? Wake up hunny!”

         “Is she breathing?” Lucille asked.

         Mr. Lopez lifted Aurora’s head. Her eyes were closed. He held his hand up to her mouth and felt her warm breath.

         “Yes, she’s breathing,” he replied. He lifted her up from her desk and held her in his arms. “Class, I want you to turn to page two hundred and sixty four in your science books and start reading. I’m taking Aurora to the nurse.”

         “But she’s my best friend! Let me go with you,” Lucille said.

         Mr. Lopez was about to object, but realized he didn’t have time to waste arguing with her. “Alright, let’s go,” he said.

         Mr. Lopez, carrying Aurora, and Lucille left the classroom leaving the worried students whispering behind. There wasn’t going to be any reading getting done in there.

         Mrs. Jenkins, the school secretary, gasped when they all came into the school office. “What on Earth happened?” she asked.

         “Aurora passed out at her desk. She hasn’t woken up. I need you to call an ambulance,” Mr. Lopez said.

         Mrs. Jenkins got on the phone immediately.

         Mr. Lopez carried her past Mrs. Jenkins desk and down the small hallway to the nurse’s office. Lucille followed. The door was already opened, but the room was empty. He walked in and laid her down on the small cot.

         “Lucille, go find Mrs. Williams. I want her to take a look at Aurora before the ambulance gets here,” Mr. Lopez said.

         Lucille quickly left the room to find the school nurse.

         Mr. Lopez bent down in a squatting position beside the cot that Aurora was laying on. “Aurora? Wake up please,” he demanded. “Aurora, wake up.”

         Suddenly Aurora’s eyes opened wide and she gasped, filling her lungs full of air.

        She whispered, “I- I- I remem-“

         “You what?” Mr. Lopez asked.

         Then she closed her eyes again and she was gone. Not dead, but clearly not here.

FLASHBACK

         “Kira, you need to listen to me. I don’t know how much longer we can stay. Most everybody has gone. We should too. We are not safe. Our baby is not safe.” Adonis glanced over at his daughter sleeping snug in her cradle. He took Kira’s face in his hands and looked deep into her purple sparkling eyes. The look of worry was all over his face.

        Kira placed her hands on Adonis’ hands. “Adonis, my love,” she said softly. “I understand your concern for I feel the same as you. I will speak to the other members of the Lyran Federation, but this is our home and as a fellow member of the federation, it is my duty to help our citizens that have remained here. You know what will happen. They will let you and her go, and I will have to stay. I know in my heart that is the right thing to do, but you don’t agree.”

         Adonis grabbed onto Kira's arms. “No, Kira. You must come with me. I cannot leave you."

         “One day soon you may have to. To save our baby.”

         Supreme Commander Deonor Korrik stood at his crystal white podium in the center of room. He faced the group of fellow Lyran Federation members and spoke. “Members of the Lyran Federation, we meet here today to discuss our current situation with the Alpha Draconians. To sum up the recent events – one thousand of our Vegan citizens left on V.S.S. Storm for safe passage to Orion. Five thousand of our Vegan citizens left on The Alrosa for safe passage to Sirius. Currently Arcturus, the Pleiades, and planet Earth are being considered as options. Possibly Venus and Mars. Forty-five million Vegan citizens have been murdered and the numbers are increasing every day. I believe it is our duty to get as many of our citizens to safety as we possibly can and as soon as we possibly can. V.S.S. Coventry One is being prepared as we speak for five thousand more of our citizens. We have three thousand citizens aboard our ship and around ten thousand more on the ground. These citizens are cowering in fear in their homes, being turned into slaves, or into dinner. We need to act and we need to act now!”

         S.C. Korrik slammed his fist onto the podium. Although he was trying to keep his composure, Kira could see how visibly angry he was, and was also easily able to see how deep down he was starting to feel hopeless. She could see shimmers of sweat appearing on his dark skin. Usually he was a very unemotional being trying to appear as a strong leader, but all of the negativity on their home planet was causing everyone to get shook up.

         Ronaya, a red-headed, pale-skinned Federation member and good friend of Kira spoke. “Sir,” she said. “When will V.S.S. Coventry One be ready to leave? I’ve had many citizens ask me, and I promised them I would return with an answer.”

         “I have been informed that it will be ready to leave by the end of today or at the latest, tomorrow morning,” S.C. Korrik said.

         “Thank you sir,” Ronaya said.

         “Anybody else have any questions?” S.C. Korrik asked.

         “I do,” Kira replied.

         “Go ahead.”

         “As you know, I am very concerned about our citizens and getting them to safety, but also with the increasing destruction all around us every day, I am concerned with our safety as well as our families and other citizens aboard our own ship. With two of our ships already destroyed, who is to say that our ship will not be next? I do not want to abandon our dear home and give it up to the Alpha Draconians, but how far are we willing to go? How long will we wait and what needs to occur before we leave as well to find safety for ourselves?”

         “Kira, I think about this every day and I’m sure other members of our Federation have thought the same thing,” S.C. Korrik sympathized. “I believe that there will be a time when we will need to go, but right now we need to try to save as many as our people as possible. We need to focus now on V.S.S. Coventry’s departure. I am employing seven thousand more Giants to go to the ground and rescue as many citizens as possible, as well as to destroy as many Draconians as possible. Captain Berenk is working now to get into contact with our allies to arrange more safe passages for our citizens. I will get into contact with you all again at this evenings meeting to discuss whether V.S.S. Coventry is ready for departure and to where it is departing to.”

         “What if we send our families and the citizens aboard this ship to safety and only we stay behind?” Kira asked.

         “We will have to vote,” S.C. Korrik answered. “All in favor of sending our families and citizens to safety while we stay behind raise your hand.”

Kira raised her hand. She knew this way was the only way Adonis and Aurora would be safe. Even if she had to stay behind, she was willing to do whatever it took to save her family. She had to act quickly before their ship was targeted and wiped out by the Draconians.

         She looked around the room. Two male Federation members, Reynar and Eusto, raised their hands. Ronaya looked like she was about to cry. She had three children whom she would have to leave if the vote was passed, but she perked up in her chair and strength poured over her face. She raised her hand. Five more Federation members raised their hands. There were three more who sat with hands unraised.

         “We all need to agree if we are going to do this,” S.C. Korrik said.

         That was a part of their code. If not every member of the Federation agreed to a decision, the decision did not occur. Two more Federation members raised their hands. The member who was left with her hand unraised was a Cat Person like Kira and Adonis. She sat beside of Kira. Her name was Greeta and she had just given birth to a baby boy not even a month ago. Kira put her hand on her shoulder and felt Greeta’s sadness rush into her own body. Greeta sat looking down at her hands deep in thought, searching for a solution other than this one. She knew there were none. She slowly raised her hand.

         “The decision has been made,” S.C. Korrik said. “I will speak with Captain Tanin of The Explorer to prepare transferring the citizens aboard this ship to his. I will also advise Captain Berenk to find a safe place for them to go to as well. If no one has any more questions, let’s get back to our families and start our goodbyes, until we congregate again at this evenings meeting.”

COINCIDENCE

         Aurora opened her eyes. It was too blurry to make out anything. She rubbed them and saw Lucille sitting in the corner of the room in a wooden chair. She was in it sideways with her legs dangling over the arm of one side of the chair and her head resting on the back of it with her arms folded on her stomach. Her long strawberry blonde hair was held back with a red headband. She was barefoot. Her pink flip flops had fallen to the white-gray tiled floor.

         Aurora slowly sat up in bed. She had an IV stuck in her arm and was under a white cotton blanket in a hospital gown. Her body ached.

         “Lucille,” she said.

         Lucille didn’t move.

         “Lucille!” Aurora said, louder this time.

        Lucille jolted awake.

         “Aurora!” she exclaimed, happy to see that she had woken up. She sat up in her chair. “Are you alright?”

         “What happened?” Aurora asked, confused.

         “You passed out in Mr. Lopez’s science class. Don’t you remember?”

         “No,” she answered. “The last thing I remember was sitting in his classroom. He was talking about Lyra.”

         Lyra…

         She looked off into some unknown in the distance.

         “Aurora, snap out of it. What is wrong with you?”

         “I don’t know.”

         “I’m going to go tell the nurse you are awake.”

         Lucille got up from her chair and left the room.

         What happened? she asked herself searching the far corners of her mind. Lyra…

         Lucille and a young woman walked into the room. She hand brown hair up in a ponytail and long bangs. She was wearing teal scrubs and white tennis shoes.

         “Hello Aurora,” she said. “I am your nurse, Marjorie. How are you feeling?”

         “I am a little sore," she admitted. "but other than that I am alright.”

         Marjorie walked up to Aurora. “Let me check your vitals.”

         She took off the stethoscope that was wrapped around her neck and held it to Aurora’s chest and listened for a minute.

         “72. Great,” Marjorie said. “Now breathe in deep... Good.” She moved the stethoscope to Aurora’s back. “Breathe deep again... Good. Now breathe normally… Good.”

         Marjorie put her stethoscope back around her neck. She took off a blood pressure cuff that was hanging on the wall behind Aurora’s bed and wrapped the cuff off her arm.

“You’re just going to feel a little bit of pressure,” she said, as if Aurora had never had her blood pressure taken before. After a moment she said, “It’s a little on the high end, but nothing to be alarmed about.” She put an understanding hand on her shoulder. “You’re in high school. High school is stressful, especially these days. I’d say the cause of your fainting was stress related. Let’s check your temperature, and then I am done here.”

         She took off the blood pressure cuff.

         “Is that alright, Aurora? Do you feel okay to go home?” Marjorie asked.

         “Yes, of course,” Aurora answered with a grin to try to mask her sad confusion.

         Marjorie placed a thermometer in Aurora’s mouth. It didn’t take long to beep to let the nurse know it had found it. Marjorie removed the thermometer from Aurora’s mouth and looked down to read it.

         “97.9. Yep you are going to be fine,” she said with a smile. “Just relax. We contacted your Godfather, and your butler Alfred is on his way to get you.” She left the room.

         “I knew you would be fine,” Lucille said. She sat down on the edge of the bed. “So what should we do until Alfred gets here?”

         “What’s there to do in a hospital room?” Aurora asked.

         Lucille laughed. “Well we could watch TV. Hand me the remote.”

         It was sitting on an overbed metal table wheeled onto the other side of the hospital bed. Aurora reached over and grabbed the remote then handed it to Lucille.

         “Here you go. Good luck finding something on that,” Aurora joked motioning towards the small TV hanging from the ceiling in the corner of the room.

         Lucille pressed the on button on the remote.

         “…we have reporters at the scene now. Police are outside of the school directing students to safety, while the rest are inside trying to capture the shooter. Edge-”

         Lucille turned the channel. “The style channel… perfect.”

         “Wait! What was that?” Aurora asked.

         “Just some woman on the news,” Lucille replied.

         “Turn it back.”

         Lucille turned the channel back to the news.

         “…we have a hotline ready for parents whose children are at Edgemont High School. Please do not try to call the school. The number to call is at the bottom of the screen. Stay home and stay indoors. Let the police handle this. Moving on to Chris with the weather and then we’ll be back for more updates.”

         “Let the police handle what? What happened at our school?” Aurora asked. Her stomach churned.

         “I’m going to call my Mom,” Lucille said. “I haven’t told her I’m here anyway. Someone’s got to take me home.”

         Lucille took out her cell and dialed. “She’s at work, but she’ll answer.”

          "Mom!” Aurora heard Lucille say into the phone. “What happened at our school? …I’m at the hospital... No I’m not hurt… I didn’t get shot! What are you talking- …Aurora passed out in class and I rode with her to the hospital… No Mom she didn’t get shot. Why do you keep asking us if we got shot? …A shooter! What do you mean? …Oh my gosh…”

         Lucille looked over at Aurora with horror.

         “What?” Aurora whispered, concerned.

         “There’s a shooter at our school right now,” Lucille replied.

         “What are you talking about?”

         “Okay. Okay,” Lucille said into the phone. “I love you too. Bye.”

         She pushed the end button on her cell phone and put it back in her purse. “Mom’s leaving work right now. She’s coming to pick me up. Oh my gosh! I need to call Keenan! I- I can’t believe there’s a shooter at our school right now. We could be there right now. If I wouldn’t have came with you to the hospital… If you wouldn’t have passed out in your desk… How random is it that you passed out anyway?”

         “I guess it’s pretty random,” Aurora admitted.

         “This is crazy…” Lucille said as she dialed Keenan’s cell number.

         Tell me about it.

HIDDEN

         Keenan kept as quiet as he could hiding there in the darkness. His phone vibrated in his pocket. He looked at the bright screen. It was a call from Lucille. He had to ignore it. A rush of worry washed over him, though he was promised she would be alright.

         At 11:10 a.m. he had raised his hand and asked to go to the restroom. Instead of going there, he went straight to the Janitor’s closet and closed the door behind him. He didn’t know why he was supposed to, but he did it because his father had told him to, and he knew from experience to do exactly what he said.

        11:11

        11:12

        At 11.13 a.m. he heard the first gun shot. Then the screams.

Title: Aurora

Classification: Fiction

Genre(s): Science Fiction, Young Adult

Word Count: 11,295 (and counting...)

Type of Work: Novel

Target Age Range: 16-18 Young Adult, 18+ Adult

Hook: As a child, Aurora Spencer was taken in and hidden by her parent’s best friend after they were mysteriously murdered. Now that she is a teenager, she, along with her best friend Lucille, is trying to uncover the secrets of her past. Some even out of this world. She finds that being aware of those secrets is unlocking abilities within her that she will need to use to stop the corruption the world is headed towards. Will she find out who she really is? Can she save the world?

Synopsis: Aurora has always known that she was not a typical teenager. Her parents were murdered when she was a child, her sister mysteriously disappeared, and she was taken in by her parent's best friend whom she calls "Godfather". Little did she know, on the night her parents were murdered, the murderer was actually after her. Knowing that Aurora has secret abilities, someone or some group is out to get her. Godfather is aware of all of this. He protected Aurora and her sister on the night of their parent's death by sending Aurora's sister to live with their Aunt and Uncle, and by faking Aurora's death, changing her identity, and bringing her to live with him in his mansion full of antiques and mystery.

        Godfather is a very mysterious man who seems to be always working away from home. Aurora is starting to question what is keeping him away. One day Aurora questions their family butler, Alfred, by asking him why Godfather is going to so many meetings. He seems nervous and ends up mentioning that Godfather doesn't want anyone knowing what he is up to. Alfred refuses to tell Aurora the truth, so she decides to enlist the help of her red-haired best friend Lucille. They sneak into Godfather's office and find a secret email containing details about a mysterious meeting he is having with someone in New York City. While snooping through his file cabinet, Aurora and Lucille find the photos of the crime scene of Aurora's parents murder.

        That evening Aurora further questions Alfred trying to get more information about her Godfather. He tells her that it is up to him to tell her the truth, so Aurora confronts Godfather at dinner. Godfather tells her he wasn't planning on telling her until she was eighteen years old. Aurora rebuttals the argument by stating that she is almost eighteen, so he should just go ahead and tell her. Godfather ends up telling her the truth. He tells her that when she was a child, she had precognitive psychic abilities and she was extremely intelligent. Her parents had to end up taking her out of school, because her teachers were asking too many questions. They ended up calling Child Protective Services and the police and even F.B.I. got involved. They offered millions of dollars to Aurora's parents, so they could do tests on her. Her parents refused, and they moved away trying to hide. That's when Aurora's parent's murder occurred. After that, Aurora no longer used her abilities and they were eventually forgotten. Godfather warns her that if she continues on the path of learning the truth about her life, that it is going to awaken those abilities again. Aurora, filled with rage over the news of the truth of her parent's death, says she is ready.

        Aurora starts having dreams and visions about an extraterrestrial humanoid couple named Adonis and Kira and their baby. They are in a space ship flying over the planet Vega located in the Lyran constellation. The Draconians are destroying their planet and killing the civilians. Kira, part of the Lyran Federation, is working with her team members to rescue the civilians and escape to a nearby safe and hospitable planet. The problem is that Adonis and their baby will not be able to stay with Kira. Adonis is a civilian, so he has to escape to safety while Kira has to stay on the ship and continue the work of the Federation until the Draconians are defeated.

        These dreams and visions affect Aurora mentally and physically causing her to sleep more and even pass out. During a hospital visit, Aurora and Lucille, who is staying in the hospital with her, find out that there was a shooting at their high school. The school ends up implementing stricter rules for their "safety" and the rest of the country follows. This causes riots and chaos bringing the country to a more militarized police state.

One night, Aurora ends up stuck in the middle of one of the riots and is in danger. She gets saved by a boy named Luca. She ends up passing out and he carries her to safety.        

        While she is half-conscious, she begins having visions of Kira and Adonis and their baby, and all the truth comes out to her. SHE is the baby. She is an extraterrestrial. She was sent to Earth, the next planetary victim of the Draconians, to help destroy them once and for all. Her Earth parents adopted her. Godfather is one of the human's who know the truth about the extraterrestrials and their mission. So he has been her protector and followed her through her life even before she was adopted. When she comes to, Luca is still there with her, feeling this need to keep her safe and be connected with someone while the world around them is falling apart. They quickly fall in love.

        After Aurora tells Godfather that she knows who she really is, he tells her that the Draconians are who are after Aurora. They enlisted help from human's, in exchange for power and wealth, to gain power and control over the world while they hide behind the scenes. They found out the Lyran's sent one of their own to hide as a human to keep watch over the Earth and help destroy the Draconians. They are who are responsible for Aurora's parents death.

        "Aurora" exists at a time in the future where it's normal for people to have robots in their homes, self-driveable cars, and flying cars are even in the works. Lucille's boyfriend, Keenan, states that they already invented flying cars a long time ago, they just didn't think the civilians were smart enough to use them. Keenan lives in a "smart house" with robots for cooks and maids. His parents are rich and there are some rumors that they are in the C.I.A. or even some secret society. Lucille has never considered the rumors to be true, but once she overhears a conversation between Keenan's mother and father, she starts to question who they really are too. She asks Aurora and Luca for help feeling that Keenan's parent's are somehow connected to Aurora.

        Keenan finds out what they are up to and tells his parent's not knowing that it is going to lead to Lucille's death. Although he knew the truth about his parent's all along and was enlisted by them to spy on Aurora until they were ready to kidnap her, he honestly is in love with Lucille, and horribly regrets his decision. After Keenan's parents murder Lucille and dump her body, they come after Aurora ready to kidnap her and finish what they started a long time ago. They kidnap Aurora and lock her up. They laugh at Aurora and tell her the truth about them working for the Draconians, because they are sure that it is the end of her.

        The Lyran's wish to save Aurora, but the Earth is surrounded by weaponized satellites that would wipe them out when they got into it's atmosphere with their ship. The Supreme Commander says there is nothing they can do. Kira, desperate to save her daughter and filled with guilt from sending her to Earth, ends up discovering a way to block the satellites.

        Keenan, who is extremely angry over the death of his girlfriend, finds out where his parent's are keeping Aurora. He tells Luca where she is and they go to rescue her. Keenan's parents try to stop them and Keenan ends up killing his mother and then taking his own life. Luca fights Keenan's father, but is not even close to being as skilled in fighting as he is, and gets severely injured. That's when the Lyran's step in and save the day.

        They take Aurora and Luca aboard their ship. Aurora meets her real parents. Adonis and Kira go against the Supreme Commander's orders and refuse to let her stay on Earth and continue the mission. They plan to take Aurora to safety. Aurora refuses to leave Luca and planet Earth. She states she is going to continue the mission and save Earth and it's people from the Draconians. Kira and Adonis can't stop her and have to let her do what she wishes. They fly her and Luca back to Earth and this is when the story ends.

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AURORA
AWAKENING
         I dreamt I was flying - high up into the clouds. I felt free and alive, more than I ever have before. I just kept going up, up, up - until there were no more clouds. I was in wide, open Space. I suddenly felt exposed and alone. I looked down at the Earth and became afraid. I wanted to go back down, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t. I just kept going farther and farther away.


         “Aurora… Aurora…”
         Aurora opened her eyes and grimaced at the bright room. Alfred was standing next to her. She sat up on her bed.
         “Aurora, I was just checking on you. You’ve been asleep for a long time,” Alfred said.
         “How long have I been asleep?”
         “It’s 3 o’clock in the afternoon.”
         “I don’t even remember falling asleep…”
         “It’ll be alright. You needed your rest. Want me to cook you something? Or get you anything at all? You must be hungry.”
         “Yes, I am,” Aurora admitted.
         “Alright, if there’s nothing in particular that you would like, I’ll whip you something up.”
         “Okay sounds great, Alfred.”
         He smiled and left the room.
         Aurora stood up. She was still wearing her clothes from yesterday. Yesterday. It felt like just a dream. What had happened after dinner? Did I just fall asleep? She checked her cell phone. 4 missed calls and 3 new text messages. All from Lucille.
        ‘Lucille, I’m fine. Just needed some rest. Will talk to you soon.’ she texted back.


        Later that evening, Lucille came over. There was no way that Aurora could keep the information from Lucille for long or cover up the truth. She was very demanding and could spot a lie a mile away. Plus she was her best friend and Aurora knew she could trust her. She just didn’t exactly know where to begin with the story or if Lucille would even believe her.
         “So what happened yesterday evening? I need to know,” Lucille said.
         Aurora told Lucille everything and when she was finished Lucille just stared at her. Aurora stared back waiting for a response.
         “Well that is the craziest thing I have ever heard,” Lucille said. “I can’t believe that’s why you’re parents died… People were trying to get you?”
         “I guess… I’m not sure if I believe all of it or not. Especially the special abilities part,” Aurora started. “I guess I just don’t know what to believe. It feels like my entire world has been turned upside down. I mean, I’m glad I have answers now, but the answers are just... too crazy, you know?”
         “Yeah,” Lucille agreed, eyes wide. “Did your Godfather say anything about what was going to happen in New York?”
         “No," Aurora shook her head. I actually forgot to ask him. Things just got too overwhelming...”
         “You should ask him next time you see him.”
         “Yeah I should,” Aurora agreed.
          "We have to figure this out...” Lucille said with a sigh.


GONE
         “Lyra is a small constellation. Its principle star is Vega, one of the brightest stars in the sky. Lyra is visible high in the northern hemisphere from spring through autumn. In the winter months, it is visible low in the northern sky.” Mr. Lopez stated. “Take a look at the board to see what the constellation of Lyra looks like.”
         Mr. Lopez hit a button on his presentation pointer to show the next slide of the PowerPoint presentation – a photo of the constellation of Lyra. Lucille was hardly paying attention to what he was saying. She was picking at her cuticles thinking about Keenan.
She looked over at Aurora. She was staring at the board, eyes wide open. I don’t see how she can be so interested in this pointless stuff.
         Mr. Lopez clicked to reveal the next slide. “Lyra is bordered by Hercules, Vulpecula, Cygnus, and Draco,” he said.
         Suddenly there was a loud thudding sound. What was that? Lucille and the other students looked around the room. All except for Aurora. Her head was down on her desk.   
        What the- ?
         Mr. Lopez noticed and flipped on the lights. Lucille got up from her desk and walked over to Aurora. She tapped on her shoulder.
         “Aurora, are you alright?” she asked with fear in her voice.
         Aurora didn’t respond.
         Mr. Lopez made his way over to Aurora’s desk.
         “Oh my gosh, is she dead?” a student named Laura gasped.
         Other than that, the room was silent. All of the students were watching in horror to see what would happen next.
         Mr. Lopez tapped on Aurora’s shoulder. “Aurora? Aurora! Are you okay? Wake up hunny!”
         “Is she breathing?” Lucille asked.
         Mr. Lopez lifted Aurora’s head. Her eyes were closed. He held his hand up to her mouth and felt her warm breath.
         “Yes, she’s breathing,” he replied. He lifted her up from her desk and held her in his arms. “Class, I want you to turn to page two hundred and sixty four in your science books and start reading. I’m taking Aurora to the nurse.”
         “But she’s my best friend! Let me go with you,” Lucille said.
         Mr. Lopez was about to object, but realized he didn’t have time to waste arguing with her. “Alright, let’s go,” he said.
         Mr. Lopez, carrying Aurora, and Lucille left the classroom leaving the worried students whispering behind. There wasn’t going to be any reading getting done in there.
         Mrs. Jenkins, the school secretary, gasped when they all came into the school office. “What on Earth happened?” she asked.
         “Aurora passed out at her desk. She hasn’t woken up. I need you to call an ambulance,” Mr. Lopez said.
         Mrs. Jenkins got on the phone immediately.
         Mr. Lopez carried her past Mrs. Jenkins desk and down the small hallway to the nurse’s office. Lucille followed. The door was already opened, but the room was empty. He walked in and laid her down on the small cot.
         “Lucille, go find Mrs. Williams. I want her to take a look at Aurora before the ambulance gets here,” Mr. Lopez said.
         Lucille quickly left the room to find the school nurse.
         Mr. Lopez bent down in a squatting position beside the cot that Aurora was laying on. “Aurora? Wake up please,” he demanded. “Aurora, wake up.”
         Suddenly Aurora’s eyes opened wide and she gasped, filling her lungs full of air.
        She whispered, “I- I- I remem-“
         “You what?” Mr. Lopez asked.
         Then she closed her eyes again and she was gone. Not dead, but clearly not here.


FLASHBACK
         “Kira, you need to listen to me. I don’t know how much longer we can stay. Most everybody has gone. We should too. We are not safe. Our baby is not safe.” Adonis glanced over at his daughter sleeping snug in her cradle. He took Kira’s face in his hands and looked deep into her purple sparkling eyes. The look of worry was all over his face.
        Kira placed her hands on Adonis’ hands. “Adonis, my love,” she said softly. “I understand your concern for I feel the same as you. I will speak to the other members of the Lyran Federation, but this is our home and as a fellow member of the federation, it is my duty to help our citizens that have remained here. You know what will happen. They will let you and her go, and I will have to stay. I know in my heart that is the right thing to do, but you don’t agree.”
         Adonis grabbed onto Kira's arms. “No, Kira. You must come with me. I cannot leave you."
         “One day soon you may have to. To save our baby.”


         Supreme Commander Deonor Korrik stood at his crystal white podium in the center of room. He faced the group of fellow Lyran Federation members and spoke. “Members of the Lyran Federation, we meet here today to discuss our current situation with the Alpha Draconians. To sum up the recent events – one thousand of our Vegan citizens left on V.S.S. Storm for safe passage to Orion. Five thousand of our Vegan citizens left on The Alrosa for safe passage to Sirius. Currently Arcturus, the Pleiades, and planet Earth are being considered as options. Possibly Venus and Mars. Forty-five million Vegan citizens have been murdered and the numbers are increasing every day. I believe it is our duty to get as many of our citizens to safety as we possibly can and as soon as we possibly can. V.S.S. Coventry One is being prepared as we speak for five thousand more of our citizens. We have three thousand citizens aboard our ship and around ten thousand more on the ground. These citizens are cowering in fear in their homes, being turned into slaves, or into dinner. We need to act and we need to act now!”
         S.C. Korrik slammed his fist onto the podium. Although he was trying to keep his composure, Kira could see how visibly angry he was, and was also easily able to see how deep down he was starting to feel hopeless. She could see shimmers of sweat appearing on his dark skin. Usually he was a very unemotional being trying to appear as a strong leader, but all of the negativity on their home planet was causing everyone to get shook up.
         Ronaya, a red-headed, pale-skinned Federation member and good friend of Kira spoke. “Sir,” she said. “When will V.S.S. Coventry One be ready to leave? I’ve had many citizens ask me, and I promised them I would return with an answer.”
         “I have been informed that it will be ready to leave by the end of today or at the latest, tomorrow morning,” S.C. Korrik said.
         “Thank you sir,” Ronaya said.
         “Anybody else have any questions?” S.C. Korrik asked.
         “I do,” Kira replied.
         “Go ahead.”
         “As you know, I am very concerned about our citizens and getting them to safety, but also with the increasing destruction all around us every day, I am concerned with our safety as well as our families and other citizens aboard our own ship. With two of our ships already destroyed, who is to say that our ship will not be next? I do not want to abandon our dear home and give it up to the Alpha Draconians, but how far are we willing to go? How long will we wait and what needs to occur before we leave as well to find safety for ourselves?”
         “Kira, I think about this every day and I’m sure other members of our Federation have thought the same thing,” S.C. Korrik sympathized. “I believe that there will be a time when we will need to go, but right now we need to try to save as many as our people as possible. We need to focus now on V.S.S. Coventry’s departure. I am employing seven thousand more Giants to go to the ground and rescue as many citizens as possible, as well as to destroy as many Draconians as possible. Captain Berenk is working now to get into contact with our allies to arrange more safe passages for our citizens. I will get into contact with you all again at this evenings meeting to discuss whether V.S.S. Coventry is ready for departure and to where it is departing to.”
         “What if we send our families and the citizens aboard this ship to safety and only we stay behind?” Kira asked.
         “We will have to vote,” S.C. Korrik answered. “All in favor of sending our families and citizens to safety while we stay behind raise your hand.”
Kira raised her hand. She knew this way was the only way Adonis and Aurora would be safe. Even if she had to stay behind, she was willing to do whatever it took to save her family. She had to act quickly before their ship was targeted and wiped out by the Draconians.
         She looked around the room. Two male Federation members, Reynar and Eusto, raised their hands. Ronaya looked like she was about to cry. She had three children whom she would have to leave if the vote was passed, but she perked up in her chair and strength poured over her face. She raised her hand. Five more Federation members raised their hands. There were three more who sat with hands unraised.
         “We all need to agree if we are going to do this,” S.C. Korrik said.
         That was a part of their code. If not every member of the Federation agreed to a decision, the decision did not occur. Two more Federation members raised their hands. The member who was left with her hand unraised was a Cat Person like Kira and Adonis. She sat beside of Kira. Her name was Greeta and she had just given birth to a baby boy not even a month ago. Kira put her hand on her shoulder and felt Greeta’s sadness rush into her own body. Greeta sat looking down at her hands deep in thought, searching for a solution other than this one. She knew there were none. She slowly raised her hand.
         “The decision has been made,” S.C. Korrik said. “I will speak with Captain Tanin of The Explorer to prepare transferring the citizens aboard this ship to his. I will also advise Captain Berenk to find a safe place for them to go to as well. If no one has any more questions, let’s get back to our families and start our goodbyes, until we congregate again at this evenings meeting.”


COINCIDENCE
         Aurora opened her eyes. It was too blurry to make out anything. She rubbed them and saw Lucille sitting in the corner of the room in a wooden chair. She was in it sideways with her legs dangling over the arm of one side of the chair and her head resting on the back of it with her arms folded on her stomach. Her long strawberry blonde hair was held back with a red headband. She was barefoot. Her pink flip flops had fallen to the white-gray tiled floor.
         Aurora slowly sat up in bed. She had an IV stuck in her arm and was under a white cotton blanket in a hospital gown. Her body ached.
         “Lucille,” she said.
         Lucille didn’t move.
         “Lucille!” Aurora said, louder this time.
        Lucille jolted awake.
         “Aurora!” she exclaimed, happy to see that she had woken up. She sat up in her chair. “Are you alright?”
         “What happened?” Aurora asked, confused.
         “You passed out in Mr. Lopez’s science class. Don’t you remember?”
         “No,” she answered. “The last thing I remember was sitting in his classroom. He was talking about Lyra.”
         Lyra…
         She looked off into some unknown in the distance.
         “Aurora, snap out of it. What is wrong with you?”
         “I don’t know.”
         “I’m going to go tell the nurse you are awake.”
         Lucille got up from her chair and left the room.
         What happened? she asked herself searching the far corners of her mind. Lyra…
         Lucille and a young woman walked into the room. She hand brown hair up in a ponytail and long bangs. She was wearing teal scrubs and white tennis shoes.
         “Hello Aurora,” she said. “I am your nurse, Marjorie. How are you feeling?”
         “I am a little sore," she admitted. "but other than that I am alright.”
         Marjorie walked up to Aurora. “Let me check your vitals.”
         She took off the stethoscope that was wrapped around her neck and held it to Aurora’s chest and listened for a minute.
         “72. Great,” Marjorie said. “Now breathe in deep... Good.” She moved the stethoscope to Aurora’s back. “Breathe deep again... Good. Now breathe normally… Good.”
         Marjorie put her stethoscope back around her neck. She took off a blood pressure cuff that was hanging on the wall behind Aurora’s bed and wrapped the cuff off her arm.
“You’re just going to feel a little bit of pressure,” she said, as if Aurora had never had her blood pressure taken before. After a moment she said, “It’s a little on the high end, but nothing to be alarmed about.” She put an understanding hand on her shoulder. “You’re in high school. High school is stressful, especially these days. I’d say the cause of your fainting was stress related. Let’s check your temperature, and then I am done here.”
         She took off the blood pressure cuff.
         “Is that alright, Aurora? Do you feel okay to go home?” Marjorie asked.
         “Yes, of course,” Aurora answered with a grin to try to mask her sad confusion.
         Marjorie placed a thermometer in Aurora’s mouth. It didn’t take long to beep to let the nurse know it had found it. Marjorie removed the thermometer from Aurora’s mouth and looked down to read it.
         “97.9. Yep you are going to be fine,” she said with a smile. “Just relax. We contacted your Godfather, and your butler Alfred is on his way to get you.” She left the room.
         “I knew you would be fine,” Lucille said. She sat down on the edge of the bed. “So what should we do until Alfred gets here?”
         “What’s there to do in a hospital room?” Aurora asked.
         Lucille laughed. “Well we could watch TV. Hand me the remote.”
         It was sitting on an overbed metal table wheeled onto the other side of the hospital bed. Aurora reached over and grabbed the remote then handed it to Lucille.
         “Here you go. Good luck finding something on that,” Aurora joked motioning towards the small TV hanging from the ceiling in the corner of the room.
         Lucille pressed the on button on the remote.
         “…we have reporters at the scene now. Police are outside of the school directing students to safety, while the rest are inside trying to capture the shooter. Edge-”
         Lucille turned the channel. “The style channel… perfect.”
         “Wait! What was that?” Aurora asked.
         “Just some woman on the news,” Lucille replied.
         “Turn it back.”
         Lucille turned the channel back to the news.
         “…we have a hotline ready for parents whose children are at Edgemont High School. Please do not try to call the school. The number to call is at the bottom of the screen. Stay home and stay indoors. Let the police handle this. Moving on to Chris with the weather and then we’ll be back for more updates.”
         “Let the police handle what? What happened at our school?” Aurora asked. Her stomach churned.
         “I’m going to call my Mom,” Lucille said. “I haven’t told her I’m here anyway. Someone’s got to take me home.”
         Lucille took out her cell and dialed. “She’s at work, but she’ll answer.”
          "Mom!” Aurora heard Lucille say into the phone. “What happened at our school? …I’m at the hospital... No I’m not hurt… I didn’t get shot! What are you talking- …Aurora passed out in class and I rode with her to the hospital… No Mom she didn’t get shot. Why do you keep asking us if we got shot? …A shooter! What do you mean? …Oh my gosh…”
         Lucille looked over at Aurora with horror.
         “What?” Aurora whispered, concerned.
         “There’s a shooter at our school right now,” Lucille replied.
         “What are you talking about?”
         “Okay. Okay,” Lucille said into the phone. “I love you too. Bye.”
         She pushed the end button on her cell phone and put it back in her purse. “Mom’s leaving work right now. She’s coming to pick me up. Oh my gosh! I need to call Keenan! I- I can’t believe there’s a shooter at our school right now. We could be there right now. If I wouldn’t have came with you to the hospital… If you wouldn’t have passed out in your desk… How random is it that you passed out anyway?”
         “I guess it’s pretty random,” Aurora admitted.
         “This is crazy…” Lucille said as she dialed Keenan’s cell number.
         Tell me about it.


HIDDEN
         Keenan kept as quiet as he could hiding there in the darkness. His phone vibrated in his pocket. He looked at the bright screen. It was a call from Lucille. He had to ignore it. A rush of worry washed over him, though he was promised she would be alright.
         At 11:10 a.m. he had raised his hand and asked to go to the restroom. Instead of going there, he went straight to the Janitor’s closet and closed the door behind him. He didn’t know why he was supposed to, but he did it because his father had told him to, and he knew from experience to do exactly what he said.
        11:11
        11:12
        At 11.13 a.m. he heard the first gun shot. Then the screams.




Title: Aurora
Classification: Fiction
Genre(s): Science Fiction, Young Adult
Word Count: 11,295 (and counting...)
Type of Work: Novel
Target Age Range: 16-18 Young Adult, 18+ Adult
Hook: As a child, Aurora Spencer was taken in and hidden by her parent’s best friend after they were mysteriously murdered. Now that she is a teenager, she, along with her best friend Lucille, is trying to uncover the secrets of her past. Some even out of this world. She finds that being aware of those secrets is unlocking abilities within her that she will need to use to stop the corruption the world is headed towards. Will she find out who she really is? Can she save the world?
Synopsis: Aurora has always known that she was not a typical teenager. Her parents were murdered when she was a child, her sister mysteriously disappeared, and she was taken in by her parent's best friend whom she calls "Godfather". Little did she know, on the night her parents were murdered, the murderer was actually after her. Knowing that Aurora has secret abilities, someone or some group is out to get her. Godfather is aware of all of this. He protected Aurora and her sister on the night of their parent's death by sending Aurora's sister to live with their Aunt and Uncle, and by faking Aurora's death, changing her identity, and bringing her to live with him in his mansion full of antiques and mystery.
        Godfather is a very mysterious man who seems to be always working away from home. Aurora is starting to question what is keeping him away. One day Aurora questions their family butler, Alfred, by asking him why Godfather is going to so many meetings. He seems nervous and ends up mentioning that Godfather doesn't want anyone knowing what he is up to. Alfred refuses to tell Aurora the truth, so she decides to enlist the help of her red-haired best friend Lucille. They sneak into Godfather's office and find a secret email containing details about a mysterious meeting he is having with someone in New York City. While snooping through his file cabinet, Aurora and Lucille find the photos of the crime scene of Aurora's parents murder.
        That evening Aurora further questions Alfred trying to get more information about her Godfather. He tells her that it is up to him to tell her the truth, so Aurora confronts Godfather at dinner. Godfather tells her he wasn't planning on telling her until she was eighteen years old. Aurora rebuttals the argument by stating that she is almost eighteen, so he should just go ahead and tell her. Godfather ends up telling her the truth. He tells her that when she was a child, she had precognitive psychic abilities and she was extremely intelligent. Her parents had to end up taking her out of school, because her teachers were asking too many questions. They ended up calling Child Protective Services and the police and even F.B.I. got involved. They offered millions of dollars to Aurora's parents, so they could do tests on her. Her parents refused, and they moved away trying to hide. That's when Aurora's parent's murder occurred. After that, Aurora no longer used her abilities and they were eventually forgotten. Godfather warns her that if she continues on the path of learning the truth about her life, that it is going to awaken those abilities again. Aurora, filled with rage over the news of the truth of her parent's death, says she is ready.
        Aurora starts having dreams and visions about an extraterrestrial humanoid couple named Adonis and Kira and their baby. They are in a space ship flying over the planet Vega located in the Lyran constellation. The Draconians are destroying their planet and killing the civilians. Kira, part of the Lyran Federation, is working with her team members to rescue the civilians and escape to a nearby safe and hospitable planet. The problem is that Adonis and their baby will not be able to stay with Kira. Adonis is a civilian, so he has to escape to safety while Kira has to stay on the ship and continue the work of the Federation until the Draconians are defeated.
        These dreams and visions affect Aurora mentally and physically causing her to sleep more and even pass out. During a hospital visit, Aurora and Lucille, who is staying in the hospital with her, find out that there was a shooting at their high school. The school ends up implementing stricter rules for their "safety" and the rest of the country follows. This causes riots and chaos bringing the country to a more militarized police state.
One night, Aurora ends up stuck in the middle of one of the riots and is in danger. She gets saved by a boy named Luca. She ends up passing out and he carries her to safety.        
        While she is half-conscious, she begins having visions of Kira and Adonis and their baby, and all the truth comes out to her. SHE is the baby. She is an extraterrestrial. She was sent to Earth, the next planetary victim of the Draconians, to help destroy them once and for all. Her Earth parents adopted her. Godfather is one of the human's who know the truth about the extraterrestrials and their mission. So he has been her protector and followed her through her life even before she was adopted. When she comes to, Luca is still there with her, feeling this need to keep her safe and be connected with someone while the world around them is falling apart. They quickly fall in love.
        After Aurora tells Godfather that she knows who she really is, he tells her that the Draconians are who are after Aurora. They enlisted help from human's, in exchange for power and wealth, to gain power and control over the world while they hide behind the scenes. They found out the Lyran's sent one of their own to hide as a human to keep watch over the Earth and help destroy the Draconians. They are who are responsible for Aurora's parents death.
        "Aurora" exists at a time in the future where it's normal for people to have robots in their homes, self-driveable cars, and flying cars are even in the works. Lucille's boyfriend, Keenan, states that they already invented flying cars a long time ago, they just didn't think the civilians were smart enough to use them. Keenan lives in a "smart house" with robots for cooks and maids. His parents are rich and there are some rumors that they are in the C.I.A. or even some secret society. Lucille has never considered the rumors to be true, but once she overhears a conversation between Keenan's mother and father, she starts to question who they really are too. She asks Aurora and Luca for help feeling that Keenan's parent's are somehow connected to Aurora.
        Keenan finds out what they are up to and tells his parent's not knowing that it is going to lead to Lucille's death. Although he knew the truth about his parent's all along and was enlisted by them to spy on Aurora until they were ready to kidnap her, he honestly is in love with Lucille, and horribly regrets his decision. After Keenan's parents murder Lucille and dump her body, they come after Aurora ready to kidnap her and finish what they started a long time ago. They kidnap Aurora and lock her up. They laugh at Aurora and tell her the truth about them working for the Draconians, because they are sure that it is the end of her.
        The Lyran's wish to save Aurora, but the Earth is surrounded by weaponized satellites that would wipe them out when they got into it's atmosphere with their ship. The Supreme Commander says there is nothing they can do. Kira, desperate to save her daughter and filled with guilt from sending her to Earth, ends up discovering a way to block the satellites.
        Keenan, who is extremely angry over the death of his girlfriend, finds out where his parent's are keeping Aurora. He tells Luca where she is and they go to rescue her. Keenan's parents try to stop them and Keenan ends up killing his mother and then taking his own life. Luca fights Keenan's father, but is not even close to being as skilled in fighting as he is, and gets severely injured. That's when the Lyran's step in and save the day.
        They take Aurora and Luca aboard their ship. Aurora meets her real parents. Adonis and Kira go against the Supreme Commander's orders and refuse to let her stay on Earth and continue the mission. They plan to take Aurora to safety. Aurora refuses to leave Luca and planet Earth. She states she is going to continue the mission and save Earth and it's people from the Draconians. Kira and Adonis can't stop her and have to let her do what she wishes. They fly her and Luca back to Earth and this is when the story ends.


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