Thursday, February 18, 2010

The Encounter


During a school trip, I was strolling along the fence of Area 51 after straying away from the tour group to have my own look around. We weren't allowed to go into the place, but the tour bus has brought us pretty close. The mid-afternoon sun was beating down on me as I looked through the fence at the highly secured area. There were guards stationed all over the place, and I wondered just how I would be able to get a glimpse of the secrets the building held. I had heard the stories; aliens, monsters, experiments, etc. I was curious, and I was determined to find out for myself if the rumours were true.

The guards did not seem to notice me yet. I had chosen my clothes well. I wore an orange t-shirt and light brown shorts. I blended in with the desert background, but I still felt it weird that the guards paid little to no attention to me. I continued along the fence, weighing my options.

That’s when I saw it. There was a break in the fence, a careless mistake made by maintenance no doubt. A small, smug smile spread across my face. I could go to jail, I knew this. Luckily, I had been acting feverish all day, so I could just pretend I had become delusional in the desert if I happened to be caught. I took a small step into the grounds of Area 51. I braced myself. Nothing happened. No sirens or gun fires were heard as I continued into the area. It was so far going flawlessly.

I went into stealth mode, ducking behind crates and smaller buildings as I went along. I crouched behind a steel pole and looked at my watch. Half an hour until we were all expected to be back at the bus. Then we were going to go to Jack Astors, so I had to act fast. I got ready to dart passed the next security in to the next cover, when I froze. Two guards were coming my way. I held my breath and manoeuvred around the pole so that I would be hidden from their sights. They stepped closer, and I could hear their conversation.

“Is the prisoner secure?” The tall, dark one asked.

“Yes, I believe so. He has been giving us troubles and already a few agents have been thrown out of commission by his antics. All guards should be alert.” The short, bald one warned.

“Roger. If this prisoner was to escape, it would be disastrous…” I heard the tall one mutter as they walked by. I managed not to be seen, but now I knew why all the guards seemed so distracted. A dangerous prisoner was being held here? Was this some sort of high security prison? I gulped and thought about turning back. No, I had gotten this far, might as well keep going. I darted to my next cover, in front of one of the back doors. I waited. Two minutes, five minutes, ten minutes… fifteen minutes until I had to get back to the bus. Finally, my waiting paid off. A guard stepped through the door into the outside. I acted quickly, diving through the door behind his back. I was in.

I looked down the dirty, stone halls. Rusted pipes lined the walls, and there was minimal lighting. Not what I had expected for a supposedly high-tech facility. I began wander down the dark corridor, keeping the look out for guards and secrets. When I got to the end of the hall, there was an elevator. I pushed the button and walked inside. The buttons were labeled 1 B1, B2, B3. I decided to press B3, because that must be where the most secretive stuff were held.

The elevator moved slowly, hauntingly. I felt myself shake as I became nervous and anxious of what I was doing.

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

The elevator stopped! Everything seemed to go red as the loud siren went off. I looked around in a panic, trying to find the source. Then I saw it, up in the corner of the elevator was a security camera. They must have seen me!

I acted fast, climbing up and crawling through the duct at the top of the elevator. There was an opening to another floor right above me, so I jumped. When I climbed onto the floor, I noticed it looked much more high-tech, like I expected. No time to marvel at the silicon halls though, as I began to run.

"Prisoner escape! This is a code 81-17! This is not a drill!" An intercom voice shouted. Prisoner escape? I thought to myself, maybe this wasn't about me after all. Regardless, I have to get out of here, now! That's when I heard it. As I ran down the hallways, the soft sound fluttered to my ears.

"I love you... You love me..."

I pondered a minute at the familiarity of the sound, but I kept going. There just had to be a way out! I turned a corner. Another corner. Another-

CRASH!

I went flying. Purple filled my eyes when I looked up, and saw a dinosaur. "Hello, everyone!" It said.

"No, stay away!" I yelled. I sprung up and ran the other way. By the sound of the heavy footsteps behind me, it was not listening to my suggestion.

"Let's play a game!" It shouted.

"No, thanks!" I yelled back, panicked.

"All you need is a little imagination!"

"AHHHHHHH!" I opened a door, and the light of the outside shone down on me. I ran across the area with the purple dinosaur right on my heels. I looked up to see guards running right at me. This was it, my life was over. The guards dove, I cringed - and they passed right by me. A crash sounded, and I turned around to find the guards on the ground, with the dinosaur underneath. One guard, who looked like a captain, stuck a syringe into the beast, and the struggling stopped. He sighed, got up, and walked over to me.

"Thank you for distracting old Barney here. We never would have caught him otherwise. You see, he went a little crazy when his show was cancelled... Anyway, the government owes you." The captain said.

"Oh, it was no trouble at all, sir." I gave him a sweet smile. He didn't even question why I was here in the first place. Score! I turned and began to walk away.

"Oh, it is vital that you do not tell any body about this. Do you understand?" He shouted. I nodded back at him, and continued to the bus. Two minutes before departure. I sighed, I had never found out the true nature of Area 51, but I had no trouble with not telling anyone about my experience there. Who would believe me, anyway?

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

S'not fun

I'm small, soft and fluffy. You'd think people would treat me like a puppy, right? Wrong. First off, I'm stuck in a small, compact box. That's not so bad, having my friends stuck in there with me. Then it gets terrifying, as my friends are snatched from the ceiling of the box, one by one. A retched growling sound is heard, and that friend is never heard from again.


Each day I got closer and closer to the surface. It seemed to go even faster in the winter and spring. Finally, I broke through the surface. I watched as my delicate body was snatched from the box. They were crude, who would just blow their nose in it. Or in this case, me. I'll admit, I am very nosy, but this is just ridiculous. After I'm done being logged with slime (which is not only gross, I could get sick!) I just get tossed aside into another smelly box. Oh no that's fine, just unclog your sinuses with your body and not even thank me or apologize!

Now, what's next for me? At least I'm here in this smell tin can with my long lost friends. I'm pretty sure we're going to a place called the dump. That sounds like something my cousin toilet paper would have to deal with. At the dump, we're all going to just lie there with our bacteria filled mucus. Such is the life of a tissue, I guess.

20 Minute Double Vision

This is a story I had 20 minutes to write. Enjoy!



You would never have guessed what happend. I went to the mall the other day, and "I decided to do some shopping at Bath & Body Works. Smelling nice is always a staple. So, I walk in and check out my reflection to see how my hair was holding up. I looked closely at my wide-eyed face, then reached toward my hair. I was shocked when the mirror did not mimic my movement. Ringing started to fill my ears, and I made a waving motion with my hands. My confused-looking image waved back, but it was a bit delayed. It was like a weird photograph from Harry Potter.

Suddenly, someone from behind me said, "Would you two like anything today?" I turned around, confused about what two she was talking about. I pulled out my iPod head phones so that I could hear her better. "My, how does your mother tell you apart? " she continued. I turned back to my confused expression, and was shocked as it started to say something.

"What's going on?" It asked. I gaped and the sales woman raised an eyebrow. She left to go fix a fallen sign and I just continued gaping.

"You're not a mirror, are you?" I asked. She stared back at me like an agressive cat. "why are you looking at me like that? What are you?" I stared. She glared.

"This is some cheap trick, isn't it?" she glowered. At this point, I noticed her clothes. They were different from mine, with a navy blue top.

"I am just going to leave now and pretend this never happened." I mumbled. Then I left. I decided my nerves needed calming, so I went to Kernels. apparently the look-alike had the same idea, for she was also in line when I got there.

"Why are you here?" she moaned. I looked at my shoes awkwardly.

"This isn't a trick. I think we have a lot to talk about. Let's go to Mcdonalds." I suggested. She agreed and together we walked toward the restaurant.

As we ate our Big Macs, we discussed. Turns out, we have no family connections, we just happen to look a lot alike. She's really nice, plus she's good looking! Ha, ha! We are now good friends. And I swear to you, that is exactly how it all went down.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Would You Like Books With That?

I have read a lot of books, but it's hard to find novel these days that I can really get into. There are some books like "Gone" where I could just eat it up. Then there are other books, like Twilight, where I just want to eat it up so it will get out of my sight. This is my list of 5 books that I consider either a good meal or a bad meal.

1. Gone - This book is about everyone above the age of 15 disappearing, leaving the kids to fend for themselves. This book is so unreal, it satisfies my craving for the bizarre. I feel like I'm actually in the the book, and it affects me mentally. I'm always thinking of new ways to survive while reading it, as if I'm close to starvation or death by mutiny. The characters are also easy to identify with, which makes it a good read.

2. Harry Potter - Of course, an instant classic. It was one of the first books I ever read and got into. I remember fondly of the days that I wish I would get magical powers and help to thwart evil warlocks with my stick wand I found in the front yard. I also remember being very disappointed by the fact that I did not get a letter inviting my to Hogwarts on my 11th birthday. I got so into this book that it impacted me greatly in my childhood. Whenever I need a dash of nostalgia in my life, these are good books to read.

3. No Time Left For Goodbye - I also enjoy so mystery in my meals. Sometimes I don't know what I'm going to get with mysteries, but for this particular book, I got a pleasant surprise. What would happen if you woke up one morning and your whole family was gone? Everyone is a suspect... Even yourself! This book keeps you guessing right to the very end, and it is a sensational read. It satisfies any craving for reading I might have. In fact, I think I'll read it again when I get home.

4. Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging - This book is good for the funny bone. If I'm ever feeling down, this is the kind of book I would pick up. It's impossible to read a few lines without laughing out loud. The story follows the misadventures of a British teenage girl through her diary entries. It is very clever, and great for a day where you think "It can't get any worse."

5. Twilight - The above books mentioned are examples of good meals. This book, however, gave me food poisoning. There was so much romantic cheese in it, I'm surprised I did not get an artery clog. It was just so distasteful, I couldn't even stomach it. I ended up reading it all up, just so I could insult what a bad meal it was at the end. Definitely not a good meal, because I would just throw it up afterwards.

So for the most part, I pick pretty good books to eat. There are others, unfortunately COUGHCOUGHTWILIGHTCOUGH that just don't agree with my digestive system.

25 Topics

There are many things in the world and many have writen about them. These are the kinds of things I am intrested in and therefore are the things I would most likely write about. There are
25 in total.

1. Friendships

2. Road to success

3. Adventures

4. Social Injustice

5. The differences of good and evil

6. Soccer

7. Children's stories

8. Mysteries

9. Teenage problems

10. Horror

11. Drama

12. Dreams

13. Inspirational Text

14. Romance

15. The future

16. Biography (because nothing is more intresting than me;))

17. Animals

18. Crime fighting

19. Comedy stories

20. Fantasy stories

21. Family matters

22. Hurt and Comfort

23. Overcoming lifes hurdles

24. Letters

25. Diary entries

It's All About Me

Hey, I'm quirky, funny, nice and annoying. Who am I? I'm Sarah Mason. I've always enjoyed writing little stories even back in elementary school. I also enjoy reading, and sometimes I wish I could see my own book out on the shelves. That's why I took this course: Writers Craft.

This course is at Orchard Park Secondary School, which I attend. I'm in grade 12 which means I am busily getting ready for University next year. I just recently turned 17, my birthday being in December (meaning I'm always the youngest)
On my spare time, I enjoy hanging out with friends, talking on MSN, playing soccer, and even writing every so often. I find writing a good and healthy way to express my feelings.

Some fun facts: I enjoy chocolate milk and Kraft Dinner. Both together is amazing.
If I could meet anyone, It would be Hailey from Paramore
Friendships are important to me, so that may come out a lot on my writing.
I wish I could win the lottery

That's me, and if you don't like it, that's too bad. If you do... Hi, nice to meet you, I'm Sarah:)