Set Them Ablaze

Tues. 12/10/2250 – By Rebecca Green

The day wasn’t going well. Neither was the week, or the month. Everything was kind of just shitty and falling apart, and failing her fifth German test was not helping at all, especially when the professor decided it would be a good idea to try and bring up her Dad and everything that was going on. Why couldn’t anyone see she just wanted to be left alone? She didn’t want to talk about it. She didn’t want to answer questions, she wanted everyone to mind their own damn business and stay the hell out of hers.

Especially when she was actually bothering to show up to her classes. Gwen knew her sister had been skipping almost every class since the whole blizzard incident and it made her a bit smug. Aelita had always been their mother’s favorite and that she wasn’t keeping her shit together made Gwen just the tiniest bit pleased. A couple months prior she would have cared or been worried about her older sister, but since their father had died, she just felt numb.

Once her and Aelita had been close, but at least Aelita had the admiration of their mother. Gwen never had that. She always looked downon Gwen, thought she should do better in school, get better at the viola, or any musical instrument, or that her art should be more “masterful”, whatever that meant. Her dad, however, had praised her and commented on her art and promised her that she didn’t need to be musically inclined. He helped her try and work out study habits instead of just staring down his nose at her.

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Chemical Warfare

Tuesday, 12/17/2250 – By Rebecca Green

It was an art. Each ingredient was time sensitive, had to be brewed just right. Sweat dripped from his brow from the heat of the concoction and the concentration necessary to complete the spells, magic not coming easily for the mage. Koda had been up for the past hour and the clock read a clean 3:30 AM. Technically he wasn’t supposed to be in the potions lab so late, but he had reason to be there and had swiped a key off a janitor.

What was he making? An addictive substance, brought to Earth from Atlas, not unlike cocaine or meth. Except it was magical, which brought a whole new level of high. Made of beetle juice and newts eyes, along with the extract of an illegal worm that he had growing under his bed back in his dorm. He told his roommate it was just a pet of sorts and he was unaware of its true breed. The substance, known as Synthesis based on the fact that it fostered creativity and certain insanity based actions that could be explosive and erratic. But it made the user feel fantastic, feel new again, and those with depression, those that were in a rut, would take it to feel good. Even when they were neurotypical, with repeated use, addiction was inevitable, thanks to the maple leaves he added, reacting with the worm extract.

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The Vanders

Sat. 12/07/2250 – By Nicole Adams

Adrian really wasn’t looking forward to meeting Deirdre and Jericho again. Not like this- Rhea injured, limping still on the leg that had received the awful wound, and with the knowledge that his sister had been the one to deal the blow. He’d thought he was free of her- and yet she’d shown up, a ghost of his past, and she’d done her best to kill him and Rhea both. Was it too much to ask, to be rid of her for good?

He was driving again, since Rhea was hurt, but relying on her directions to the bookstore. It was in a busy part of Chicago, shops of all kinds lining both sides of the street. The sidewalks were crowded with people and cars took up most of the available parking.

“There it is,” Rhea spoke up, sitting straighter and barely hiding the wince as the wound brushed against the edge of the seat. Adrian slowed the car and slipped into a spot, pleased to find one within easy walking distance to the bookstore; cutting the engine, he got out and glanced over at Rhea as she found her footing.

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The Breaking Point

Sunday, 12/08/2250 – By Rebecca Green.


Like a flowing river, notes spilled from the hairs of her bow, each one fashioned by the tingle of strings that stretched the length of her fingerboard. Even as she played, the swan maiden would reach up and tighten or loosen the pegs that millimeter she could tell was off. Her song briefly halting for each change, but every few beats she did it again.

Aelita had always loved the violin. She poured her heart and soul into the instrument more often than not. She had been learning since she was three, piano a bit earlier. Of course simple stuff then, but quickly Aelita had grown used to playing proper pieces by the time she was seven, and it only had flourished from there. She’d been in the advanced symphony from the moment she became a third year, and first seat violin since fifth.

The wooden instrument meant everything to her and she was good at it, one of the best. She had to be. Her fingers were steady, her arm careful to contain the piece of art in her grasp. Dropping it would have to be her worst nightmare, Aelita couldn’t imagine losing it, not anymore. Not when her father had been the one to pick it out with her when she turned sixteen and had outgrown her last.

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Study Blues

Sunday, 12/08/2250 – By Rebecca Green.

She wasn’t a particularly dumb teenager and bad grades certainly weren’t something she was plagued with. After all, they had worked hard to afford to attend the academy at all, they couldn’t waste it on bad grades. However, Xeremey also was not a genius. Formulas didn’t come easy to her and neither did much of anything else. No, she wasn’t failing, but she was struggling. C’s and B’s colored her report card, with two A’s in Master Symphony and Defense.

Then, there was that F, in Trigonometry, that wretched class.

While she wasn’t particularly worried about getting straight A’s – she wanted to get by and make decent grades – having an F just wasn’t going to do. With midterms coming up soon, if she made some headway on her homework and got a decent grade on the exam… She could make a D, maybe even a low C if she pushed and maybe got some extra credit.

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Whats’s In The Past

August 2230 – By Rebecca Green

It was only an hour’s drive from the city to the small town that bordered the Academy. Adrian had passed the time as he was used to- taking along a book he’d read a hundred times, the pages and covers worn and wrinkled. For him, it was just another car ride- for the girl sitting in the front seat, it was much more. She was old enough to attend Strongwind Academy, a prestigious school for all types of students, and she could hardly wait. She wouldn’t be staying just yet, even though she could. Her mother had told her that staying this early was unnecessary. All she could do at that point was count down the days until she was free.

Veronica was the first out of the car when it came to a stop- Betty hadn’t even had a chance to put the car in park before the girl’s feet hit the pavement and she was darting around the car, yanking the driver’s side door open and bouncing on her heels. “C’mon!” she demanded, reaching out and tugging insistently on her mother’s arm. The woman gave a brief laugh, unbuckling her seatbelt and giving a glance at the boy in the back seat. “Patience, Veronica- the school’s not going anywhere. Put the book down, Adrian, and come on.”

Rising from the car, she pulled her arm from Veronica’s grasp, missing the look that crossed the girl’s face at the news that her brother was coming with them. “He’s coming?” she asked, meeting her mother’s gaze, annoyed by the confusion that flickered across Betty’s eyes.

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The Sins Of Blood

Thursday 12/05/2250 – By Rebecca Green

Rhea limped all the way to the infirmary. Adrian nervously followed, keeping an arm around her and letting her keep most of her negligible body weight on him. He had been tempted to carry her entirely, but the profuse amount of blood made him hesitant. And he wasn’t about to swoop her up out of nowhere- she seemed quite determined to make it herself, only leaning on him as much as she had to.

Which was quite a bit. Her adrenaline was gone and the wound in her thigh was deep enough that she could barely walk, and it was only through her own stubbornness that she did.

Adrian reached forward to nudge the infirmary door open and the blue haired nurse was facing away from them, placing some pill bottles in a freezer bag and storing them in a locked cabinet. She turned toward them with a smile, which quickly disappeared as her eyes narrowed and she hurried toward them.

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