David - Chip and Tim

“I’m getting out of here no matter what,” said Chip a determined smile. Chip was born in a potato chip factory in Idaho. Two weeks after his potato chip package was open he got lost under the green couch in the Thomson’s house. Chip’s friend was a cookie named Tim.

“Hey what are you doing?” asked Tim. Tim was a Chip’s Ahoy cookie. One week ago he got lost under the couch too.

“Making a plan to get out from under here,” Chip answered. “If the boy for school leaves on Monday then…” but before Chip could finish what he was about to Tim interrupted.

“Then we can get out of here,” Tim said excitedly. This was most likely the first smart moment chip would ever have in his short live.

“Correct,” Chip said, “that gives us fifteen minuets I think.”

“What can I do?” Tim asked.

“Well first we need to see if I am right and it takes take the humans fifteen minuets,” said Chip.

That morning Chip and Tim waited form the boy and his mom to leave.

“Wow it took just thirdly minuets,” Tim said.

“So I have thirdly to set the trap. I mean plan in to motion,” said Chip with a sly grin.

Tim thought his friend would use him as bait. Just for quick moment then he knew that his friend would never do something like that. Tim was wrong.

“Are you ready?” asked Chip

“Yes, but why do I have to sit on the plate?” asked Tim.

“Just sit on it ok,” said Chip. The second the door was opened Chip ran to the door and to his freedom. Unfortunately the boy ran over chip and ran to Tim.

“Chip, help!” but Tim’s cry would never get answered.

Tim and Chip took a one-way trip to haven. Poor Tim had a fate worse than death being eating alive. Chip had a slow and painful death when he got crushed.

Kayla-The Cold Hard Truth Part Six

Part six has a new character that we all should know or at least heard of, Ruth. She's an awesome writer on this blog, who I have known for about two or three years now. I hope you all like it. :)

Schizophrenia makes it difficult to tell the difference between real and unreal experiences. So what if all of us have schizophrenia? What if none of this is actually real?

“Did you just say Isaac?”Asked a deep voice from behind me. I jumped up off the cold, hard ground to my older brother, Aaron. He looked like he could be mine and Isaac’s missing triplet. He had our blonde hair and blue eyes, so everyone knew we were related. There was no missing the family resemblance.

“This is his grave,”I said in a shaky voice trying to hide the fact that I had just seen my dead twin brother’s ghost who had told me that I had killed him when I knew for a fact that I hadn’t. He nodded, understanding taking over his features. He had on an all black tuxedo that looked nice on him.

“Come on, Isabella. You need to get out of this weather,”He took my hand and started to lead me away from Isaac’s grave. I looked to the sky having not noticed that it had started to drizzle lightly.

“Even the sky is crying,”I said quietly earning me a confused look. He had never understood my way of thinking which was very unfortunate. Once he had lead us to a huge tent, he let go of my hand. Dropping it quickly as if my hand had burned his. I ignored it and looked around the crowded tent. Almost everyone I had ever met was there. Old teachers, friends, distant relatives, people I were barely even acquainted with, all of them had shown up for my brother’s funeral. My heart lurched for my brother’s girlfriend, Ruth, who was currently crying in a corner of the tent. It had been obvious that the two were in love, and now he was gone. I looked to the opening of the tent as the policeman who had questioned me walked in. My eyes widened in surprise as I watched him walk to my grandmother and offer his condolences. I turned away only to be face to face with my dead brother again.

“Why did you kill me?”He asked and it was the last thing I heard before my eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I fainted.