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The book? I haven't touched since my last post in Nov. 2011... No data and no TIME! School sorta became my life again... but I am hoping to get something done during the summer, if I could have some help! :)

~Luna E.

So far...

Hey guys! This is what I have so far! Don't be a butt and claim all this as your own...

The Boy and the Demon

It was Friday. A woman was walking home from work; working as a teacher to young children in 3^rd grade. Her bag skimmed the ground next to her, chock-full of the children’s class work from that week. She sighed, the sky was dark and thunder echoed throughout the town square; it would rain soon. She passed through the square; gave her greetings to the man at the market, carrying yet another bag with the items for dinner tonight. She passed by a flower shop, and a tailor store. Then walked by the bakery, but out front was something she had never seen there before. It was a box, facing open toward the street. She walked up to the box and found some small loaves sitting in front of it. The inside was dark, as if nothing was inside. On the top flap
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hanging over read Bread, written in some strange hand writing, maybe a child’s.

A hand reached out; small and tan, but extremely skinny. It was cupped, like it wanted something. She pulled a dime out of her pocket and dropped it in the hand, and it pulled back into darkness. Lightning flashed behind her, and for a second she could see the owner of the hand. A small young boy, tan all over but very skinny, as if he had never eaten in his life. His dark brown hair covered his face; he looked as if he was maybe 5 years old. He only had pants on, ripped and tattered everywhere. Covered head to foot in sand; his eyes gleamed as he examined the dime, twisting and turning it in every direction. Another bolt of lightning and another chance to see the child. On his left arm was a strange tattoo, covering his entire arm. It looked like an ancient writing from a civilization from long ago died out.

The rain had begun to fall, but the thin cardboard box couldn’t withstand the rain long. A small trail of water began to seep out from the box; the hand returned to pick up a small loaf of bread, and showed it to the woman, like an offering. The woman took the bread and stayed for a minute longer, hoping to see the child’s face again. But she had to get out of the rain, her student’s work was getting soaked. She thanked the child and started to walk away, turning for only a moment to see if anything else appeared from the box; but nothing came.

She sat at home, flipping through the wet papers, separating them out all over her house to dry. She pulled the food out from the bag, a simple microwave dinner and a can of soda. She sat in front of her window, watching the rain pour down from the sky. “It seems like the heavens are crying today. I wonder if something happened somewhere in the world.” She paused for a moment. “I wonder is that child is okay.”

Her mind fleeted to the image of the child, his scrawny body coated in sand, now mud. Then her mind flickered to the tattoo on his arm. She knew she had seen it somewhere before. She took her tray to the sink, then walked over to her laptop sitting on her desk. She quickly flipped to a site a friend of hers had sent. He was an archeologist, who studied ruins of civilizations that lived in mostly desert areas. He had recently found a ruin that contained a similar symbol to the one on the child’s arm. She flipped through the pictures he had taken. Every one of them had the symbol in it, but there was also a drawing of some kind of creature; long and skinny like a ferret, but bigger than one. She flipped through a few more pictures and called it a night.

Morning came, she couldn’t sleep at all. Her mind kept her up worrying about the boy. She had to go check on him, especially after a storm like the one last night. She quickly took a shower and got dressed. It was sunny today, but the streets were flooded. Kids were playing in the water-filled streets, while their parents were screaming at them to get out.

She walked to the bakery, looking for the box from the night before. It wasn’t there… instead there was a mound of cardboard, still sopping wet; and a child lying behind it. His eyes were closed, and there was a puddle of mud around him.

She walked up to him, knelt down and asked for a loaf of bread; the child didn’t move. She asked again, no response. She reached out to touch him, “Do not touch my master!” A voice rang through her head, she looked around for the person that said those words, but no one was paying attention. She reached for the boy a second time, the voice returned, “I said do not touch my master! Human can you not hear me?” The tattoo on the boys arm began to move, peeling off of him, and forming into a creature. It looked exactly like the pictures she had seen last night; a skinny light brown and yellow creature with spots of black scattered across its back and tail. It eyes were red with anger, yet kind with concern. The creature looked at its master, then returned with a scowling look at her.

“I only want to help him, he looks sick.” The boy was hyperventilating now, looking deathly ill.

“He’s fine! We need no help from you, human!”

She studied the creature; it was falling into the same state as its master. The creature was panting, and could hardly stand up.

“I understand you want to be alone, but if I don’t help this boy, he will die!”

“He will not! I will protect him! He is me and I am him!”

She gave the creature a puzzled look. “What do you mean by that?”

“If you do not understand that, then there is no point in explaining it! You humans have such simplistic minds.”

‘He is me and I am him’… she thought about that for a moment, staring at the creature; which had turned and curled up with its master.

“It seems that you are trying to figure out what I mean… if you can figure it out, and what I am, then I will let you help him. Understand human?”

The woman nodded. “I’ll be back later to give you my answer. Do what you can to make sure he stays alive, please.”

The creature nodded, and closed its tiny eyes to sleep. The woman headed home; she called up her friend that was studying the ruins that she had seen the pictures of.

She waited for him to answer, “Hello? This is Dr. Malkai speaking.”

“Tony! Hi! It’s Tana!”

“Tana? Wow! It’s been so long since I’ve heard your voice! How have you been?”

“No time for that today, Tony. I need to ask you about the ruins you have been studying recently.”

“The Marshan ruins? Okay, what do you need?”

“The creature in all your pictures online, can you tell me what it is?”

“The creature? Why do you ask so suddenly?”

“Erm… I have a certain fascination for ancient creatures.” She bluffed, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

The line was silent for a moment. “Hmm… that’s not normal for you Tana. Normally you hate my work. But whatever your reason is, I don’t particularly care. Hold on, I have to fetch my notes.”

The line was silent, except for the rustling of papers in the background. Tana took the moment to grab a note pad to make sure she got everything. A voice came back on the line.

“Tana? You still there?”

“Yeah, I’m here. What did you find?”

“Not much I’m afraid… Only that in the ruins, the ‘creature’ you speak of was praised as a god, maybe. It’s everywhere in the ruins. In fact, I’m took the opportunity to escape from my guard to come look at it. It really looks like a magnificent beast! If we assume it was being worshiped, maybe it is the god of the culture that lived here once before. Not really sure, that’s all I can give you for now. But we have only been here for a few days, you know.”

Tana continued writing, “Yeah, I know. Thanks, that helps a lot! Call me if you find something more, okay?”

“I will.” Another voice came into the background, “Hey Dr. Malkai! I found something! Come over here and look!”

“Sorry Tana, it seems that something has come up. I’ll call you back later if I can. So long!”

“Thank you Tony. Good bye!”

The line closed. Tana clicked her phone to end her side as well. She checked her watch, quarter ‘till 11. If it got any hotter, that child wouldn’t make it to the end of the day!

She grabbed her coat and notepad, and ran out the door. The child was still lying behind the mound of cardboard, but he looked even worse now. The creature was still curled up in front of him. Tana was surprised that there wasn’t a crowd of people coming to examine the creature, was she the only one who could see it? She stopped in front of the child, panting from having run the whole way. The creature opened its eyes and eyed her curiously.

“That was rather quick, human. It’s only been half an hour.” The voice rang through her head again.

“Well I want to help that boy you are protecting.” She answered simply and started pulling her notes out of her pocket.

“You are a persistent one, aren’t you? Do you think you know what I mean from before?”

“The ‘I am him and he is me’? Yes I know what it means I think. It means that you are both connected either through body or spirit, I’m not sure which. If one dies, both do; right?”

“Correct human. Next question, what am I?”

“This one I’m not entirely sure of. My friend who is studying some ruins thinks that you might be some sort of a god that people worshiped. You are the spitting image of the carving in those ruins. Am I right?”

The creature was silent for a moment, then a mysterious chuckle came from it.

“You think I am a god? I would never be so low as to fall for those weaklings! No, I am not a god.” 

The creature got to its feet and sat before Tana.

“Then what exactly are you?”

“I am a demon. I am the Demon of the Sand, Reti!”

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©Luna Ecli 2011

*Email me if you want more! :)* luna.ecli@yahoo.com

Hello Everyone!

Hi there! My name is Lauren. I'm a 16 year old writer. I'm a Junior in high school, and an active dancer. I've been writing since middle school and my stories are mostly around the science fiction and fantasy genre. But this time I decided to try something different. I'm working on a story about an autistic boy, but I don't feel that I have enough info to make the story proper. Therefore, this is my call-out to everyone who is autistic, knows someone who's autistic, or has a child who is autistic. I realize that this topic is going to be very difficult for me to write, but I believe that challenges are blessing that help improve people. Therefore I am taking this challenge 10-fold and going all out. But I need all of you to help me. Any stories or pictures or anything that may help this story become great, PLEASE post them here! Also, please also comment if I am allowed to contact you over the writing period. This contact would include you answering a few questions on autism and what it is like, as well as updates on the story if you wish to have it. As I receive more information about autism, I will work on my part of the deal and write as much as I can. I sincerely hope that I can further chat with the autistic community.

So far I have only received information from my aunt, who has an autistic child. So far, the small amount of my story is based off of his autism and things I've learned on the internet. But I hope that this outreach will spread across the community, the country, or even the world so that we can all realize how autism affects others and ourselves.

Please enjoy this blog and my story (which is still in the works). I will do my best to post as often as high school allows me too.

Thanks!
~Lauren N. :)