Story Ideas

Genre Switch

This is the Genre switch I had to do for school, from Story C. You don't have to read these, by the way. They're kind of stupid. 

This one isn't really finished either.

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It was weird getting killed by a werewolf. I guess you could call it that, but it's more like a shape shifter. I'm getting off topic already. Wow. I'm Hope, and this is my story (not yours).

I never really thought werewolves existed until now. Vampires and angels exist too, hidden from the world, I would know, I am one. No. Not a vampire, an angel. Complete with wings and white clothes. Only my brother can see me, and my brother can only see me because he was there when I... I died.

We were in the car driving to Faith's house for a sleepover. Isacc was next to me, driving the car since I wasn't old enough.

"Why am I doing this again?" My brother asked

"How many times have I told you this? Like, seven? You must have memory problems" I smirked, "Or you're just getting old."

He frowned then looked back at the road. I turned to my window to watch the trees rush by. As I heard the air was, I remembered a quote I found one night while skimming pictures on the internet. 'Everything was quiet, as if the silence was listening.-Anna Kavan' the picture said, with turquoise edging around the sides. After a couple minutes of dreadful silence I looked over to Isacc, right as he punched me in the shoulder.

"Ouch!" I looked at him to see him smirking at the road, "Now I'm gonna get a bruise!" I was being as whiny as possible, knowing it was as bad as nails on a chalkboard to him. I punched him back and we suddenly swerved on the dark road. I grasped the dashboard as the car almost ran into the trees. When we straightened out, I looked over at Isacc holding back a smile.

"Isacc! You did that on purpose! You could've killed us!" He was smiling like a maniac.

" Rude." I muttered as I looked back at my reflection in the window.

My eyes focused to movement just behind the trees. Moving with unreal speed, was a man running alongside the car. He turned his head and we made eye contact, his orange eyes a contrast to the dark colors of night. Before he hit a tree, he broke the eye contact and ran faster and deeper into the trees until he disappeared.

The silence became loud and I opened the window, hoping the noise of nature would fill the car. Outside was as quiet as I've ever heard it. As if everything that normally lives there got killed or fled in terror. There was a flash of movement from the trees to the front of the car. It was the man from the trees, the one with unreal speed and orange eyes. In a second he was gone and an all black wolf with white ears and tail took his place. Isacc swerved and hit the brakes before the world went black.

I remember waking up on the side of the road with no idea how I got out of the car. I tried to get up before I fell on the ground again, my ankle pulsing with pain.

"Isacc?!" To be truthful, I was scared and worried.

"Isacc?!!" Looking around, I saw him laying in the road with his back to me.

"Isacc?" Cautiously, I got up. With excruciating pain traveling up my leg from my ankle, I started limping towards my unconscious brother. With tears threatening to fall down my face, the wolf jumped in front of me. Growling and baring his teeth, he started coming closer to me. He crouched down, getting ready to pounce, and I closed my eyes.

When I opened them, I was in a field. It was daytime and there were pines forming a big, lopsided oval around the hill. Everything had a certain light to it, as if they were glowing. I saw something in the corner of my eye and slowly turned my head afraid of what would be there. They were wings, black at the tips and slowly fading to white the closer to the middle it got. From what I could see, there were cuts, bruises, and burns in them, as if they've gone through much cruelty. They were coming from my back and if I thought hard enough, they would open to my wingspan.

'Well, I guess it makes sense that they would be my wingspan' I thought.

"I have wings." I whispered to myself, trying to wrap my mind around it.

"Hope," It was a voice I recognized calling my name.

"Hope..." It was my brother's voice! I looked around trying to find him

"Hope!" My brother's voice became frantic as the surroundings started to fade.

My worried brother was in front of me as I came back to reality. Looking around I realized I was under the weeping willow in my brother's backyard.

I was dazed and it took me a second for my mind to actually catch up to where I was. All that happened it my dream suddenly came back to me as real. And I remembered as I looked into my brother's dark brown eyes, that I could never live the life I was supposed to. Never learn what it could've been like if others could see me. I stood up and stretched from the uncomfortable position I was in and walked inside the small house my brother lived in.  

{I probably could've ended it here...}

Most people would love to have wings, I mean, even I used to want them. Of course, that was before I got them. Now I wish I didn't have them. I can't fly due to the cuts and burns on them (I had to jump off the roof to learn that) so there's really no reason to have them. Plus, they are super uncomfortable. Especially when I'm trying to sleep. I can't retract them, so I have giant feathery Things sticking out of my back.