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[Kingston Carmichael]

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[Kingston Carmichael]

Technopath Plus No Internet Equals Twitching
Author’s Note: So I had to suffer for 4 days without Internet. I decided to dump all my pain and suffering onto my technopath baby.

Day 1
Kingston happily sat crisscross applesauce on his bed with his laptop on his lap. He put another spoonful of strawberry yogurt in his mouth. Kingston really got into playing an online game platform game. The game had sucked Kingston in; he was hooked. Kingston knew that he should be doing something more important, but everyone needed some kind of fun.

The game started to run a little slow and jumped a little. Kingston refreshed the page, thinking that maybe that would fix the game. When the page reloaded, Kingston got a pop up saying that he was no longer connected to the Internet.

“No Internet?”

He looked up to the Wi-Fi bars at the top of his screen. Kingston noticed the time. 3:23 am.

Kingston figured that he should get some sleep. He could deal with the problem tomorrow. He shut down his laptop and ready for bed.

Day 2
Kingston booted up his computer, still no Internet connection. He closed his dark brown eyes and placed his hand on the screen of the laptop. He entered the computer and hopefully he doesn’t fry his laptop. All the coding for all of the computer programs appeared in front of Kingston.

Kingston sorted through the data looking for the Internet connection. He found what he was looking for. Kingston studied the data, but he couldn’t find any problems with it. All the coding was correct.

He left the computer.

He sat on his bed thinking.

Kingston opened his Internet browser. Still nothing.

Kingston stayed in his room all day trying to get his Internet.

Day 3
Kingston couldn’t take it anymore. He started twitching. It has been four days without Internet. Kingston has been in the computer multiply times and couldn’t find the problem. He knew that it was something to do with connection.

He had checked the cables and wiring for the off chance that something got unplugged. All the cables and wiring was all correct and everything was plugged in. His computer was fine. He could open word processor, play games (that didn’t require Internet), he could do anything but get Internet. Kingston was baffled.

Kingston finished his sixth cup of strawberry yogurt of the day. He tossed the empty cup on the floor with the other five cups.

It’s not like Kingston could ask for help. Being a technopath and asking computer help would be total embarrassment. He would be forever shamed. He had to solve the problem by him self.

Kingston got up and went to get another cup of yogurt. He was determined to fix his Internet problem.

Day 4
Still no luck in getting the Internet connection back. Kingston paced around the dorm while twitching. Kingston never gone four days without Internet before. He didn’t know what to do with him self. He went to the mini refrigerator to get a cup of strawberry yogurt, only to find that there were no more yogurts.

That was Kingston breaking point. He no longer had any control.

Kingston redecorated the common room in his dorm. He made him self a fortress of impending Wi-Fi-less-ness out of the couch, pillows, and the other furniture in the common room. Kingston wrapped him self up with his blanket from his bed.

There he silently cried him self to see.

Day 5
Kingston didn’t know what to do anymore. He had tried everything he could think of. The only option left was what Kingston didn’t want to do. But it was the only thing left to do. Kingston called his dad for tech help.

“Hello?”

“Hi Dad. It’s me Kingston.”

“Hey. How’s things at school?”

“Good. Uh, Dad, I need some help.”

“What kind of help?”

“Computer help.” Kingston whispered into the phone.
“What’s the problem?”

“I don’t have Internet.”

“Did you try turning it off and then back on?”

“Yes.”

“Is everything plugged and correct?”

“Yes.”

“Did you enter the computer?”

“Yes.”

“Did you call the school’s tech support?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m a technopath and technopahs don’t ask for help with computers.” Kingston whispered into the phone again.

”Kinggie.” Jonathan paused for a moment. “Open your system preferences and tell me what networks you have in there.”

Kingston opened the system preferences to the networks. “Oh,” Kingston found that next to the Internet status was a button to turn on Wi-Fi. He clicked the button. He opened his Internet browser and the Internet worked.

“Mind telling me what is ‘oh’?”

“There was a button that turned on the Internet. I have the Internet now.”

“Love you, son.”

“Bye Dad.”

“Bye.”

[Akira Koizumi]

Nightmares
Three objects: Costume, Something Harvested - Pumpkin, and Death
Word count: 1,796
October Writing Challenge

A dark blanket covered the sky. The new moon laid hidden in the sleeping sky. The small little twinkles of the stars would be visible if it wasn’t for the dark and heavy clouds filling the night sky. Everyone was all snugged in their warm beds fast asleep.

Akira woke up from his slumber. He laid in bed hoping that he could fall back asleep, but he couldn’t. Something wasn’t right. Something was unsettling. He sat up. Akira looked around his room. From what he could make out in the dark everything was in place. The feeling was strong. Akira got out of bed to take a closer look around his room. Still he found nothing that was out of place.

Maybe a roommate of his was up. Akira opened his bedroom door. As soon as he opened the door, the Japanese boy greatly regretted it. The hall was old. The paint was faded and peeling off the wall. The side of the bedroom door that faced the hall was old rotting wood. There was what looked like claw marks scratched into it. The feeling Akira felt was not going to go away. Did he dare leave the safety of his room? Was his room even safe?

Akira went back to his bed and pulled out his good luck charm that is supposed to protect him from evil spirits from under his pillow. With his charm in hand he slowly adventured out of his room to the common room. The floor creaked under every step he made. As Akira got closer and closer to the common room, it seemed as it was getting darker and darker.

The Japanese boy arrived at the common room and was greeted by a strong musty odor. The common room looked abandoned for years. The windows had a thick layer of dirt. A window panel was knocked out and broken glass was scattered on the floor. An overhead light also laid on the floor in pieces. The sofa had it’s stuffing coming out of the variety rips. It looked like if someone sat on it, the sofa would fall apart. The shelves clung onto the wall with dear life so they didn’t fall.

At the back of Akira’s mind he knew that he wasn’t alone. At the back of his mind he knew that there was something lurking in the dark, watching him, waiting for the right moment to strike. The back of his mind was telling him to get the hell out of there. Akira rushed to the door that leads to the out of the dorm. The doorknob was covered in rust. A long, slow, loud creak was heard as Akira opened the door.

To Akira’s surprise and relief the hall was normal. The lights were on. The walls weren’t old and peeling. No musty odor. It was totally normal. Akira stepped out. He was so confused. Was this some sick prank someone was pulling on him? Could his roommates behind this? He knew Chris didn’t like him and Andreas didn’t seem too fond of him. But did the two really hate Akira so much that they would go out of their way to scare the crap out of him?

“AAAHHHH!!” Akira squealed as he turned around quick. He put his back against the wall across from the door. His heart beated fast in his chest. He clutched the good luck charm to his chest. Akira’s eyes were wide as he stared at the door with the number 506 on it. The door slammed shut.

Maybe he should go to see one of the dorm monitors. It wasn’t a bad idea, plus Akira kind of didn’t want to go back into his dorm quite just yet. He walked down the hall. Everything was fine. Akira was beginning to relax, but that was mistake.

An evil, menacing crackle filled the hallway for a moment and then stopped. Akira whipped around to look behind him. Nothing was there. The hall lights started to go out one by one. The darkness was coming. No. Akira didn’t want the darkness to catch him. If he could get to the stairs, to the first floor, to the dorm monitors he would be safe.

He ran. He ran like his life depended on it. For all Akira knew his life could very much depended if he could get to the dorm monitors or not. He ran down the hall. Something wasn’t right. The hall was long, way longer than it should be. Was it growing longer? Did the hall want whatever was in the dark get Akira? The darkness was catching up to him.

Something crackled again. Akira stopped short. The lights in front of him were also going out one by one. Akira was trapped. Darkness behind him. Darkness in front of him. There was only on light still on, the light right above him. He watched the light silently begging for it stay on. Movement caught Akira’s eye. He peered into the darkness in front of him. Something or someone was there. Something Akira did not want. The dark figure slowly walked towards Akira with something in its hand. Akira couldn’t make it out, but it couldn’t be anything good.

The light above Akira started to flicker. As the figure got closer to Akira the more the light would flicker. Akira had two choices. One, take his chances with the dark. Two, face whoever the creep was. At this point in time, Akira took his chances with the dark. He turned and ran, but he didn’t get far.

The Japanese boy found himself falling into a huge, pitch black hole what was not there earlier. The darkness swallowed the teen.

Akira shot awake. He sat up in his bed clutching onto the blanket. He gasped for air. He was dripping with cold sweat. He was pretty sure his heart had leapt from his chest. It was just a bad dream. Akira was safe. Akira took a moment to collect himself. It was a bad, bad dream. He flopped back down on the bed. The springs squeaked under his weight. The Japanese boy was laughing. He was laughing to make the bad feeling to go away. He was laughing because he felt silly for getting scare because of some dream.

Akira stopped laughing when another laugh joined him. It was a laugh he heard before. A laugh he didn’t like or want to hear. It was the evil, menacing crackle from his dream. Akira’s eyes shot around the room, trying to locate where the laugh was coming. Panic set in Akira. He wasn’t in his bedroom. He was somewhere else.

He looked around the room. There were shelves and shelves of old, cracked, porcelain dolls. They all stared at Akira with piercing black button eyes. Akira wanted out of this room and never return to it. He got off the bed.

Akira went to the wood door that was falling off its hinges. Akira had entered another room. “Nani?” This room had colorful clown costumes hanging up. Despite clowns being “fun” this room did not ease Akira in any way. He didn’t know which room was worst, the room with the porcelain dolls or the room with clown costumes.

Since there was only one door in the doll room Akira had to walk through the clown room. His eyes kept darting around making sure nothing moved. If any of these costumes moved, Akira would scream like a sissy girl. The Japanese boys’ hands were cold and clammy. He rubbed his hands on his pajama pants. His mouth was dry. He tried to moisten his mouth. His chest was tight.

He managed to get to another door on the other side of the room without anything scary jumping out at him. He poked his head out to make sure the coast was clear. When Akira was sure he entered the hall again. Left or right? Right. Right was always right.

Akira kept his hand on the wall as he walked. The wall felt wet and sticky. Akira didn’t want to know what was on the wall. He didn’t want to keep his hand in it, but he didn’t let go of the wall. The wall was acting as a security blanket for him. Akira continued down the dark hall.

The sickening crackle bounced off of the walls. The nasty musty odor came with it. It was like the odor was the smell of its breath. Akira slammed his back against the wall. Akira did not want the owner of the laugh behind him. He felt his shirt absorbing the wet sticky stuff from the wall. Akira scaled the nasty wall. Akira found a hole in the wall. But it wasn’t a hole; it was a doorway without a door. This room could offer Akira a place to hide from the thing.

Inside the room was covered in dust. Cobwebs where everywhere. A metal bed frame sat in the middle of the room with an old thin mattress on it. He walked up to the bed. Akira felt his pant leg move. Akira pulled away from the bed, but he was too slow. An ice-cold hand shot out from under the bed and grabbed his ankle. He fell to the floor. Akira was struggling to get free. The hand had a tight grip. The laugh bounced through the hall again. It was close.

No. Akira heard footsteps coming down the hall. No. He did everything he could do to get free, but the hand wouldn’t let go. No. The evil, menacing, sickening crackle was laughing at Akira. No.

The figure came into the room and stopped next to Akira. It was wearing dark boots, black pants, dark chest armor with a slight shine to it, and a dark red cape. On the shoulders of the figure was an orange pumpkin. A face was carved into the pumpkin, angry triangle eyes and a “toothy” evil grin. In it’s gloved hand was an axe. The wood handle was old but it’s blade looked brand new. Even in the dark the blade glisten brightly.

“Akira wake up! Wake up! BAKA, WAKE UP!” Akira screamed at himself. He needed to wake up and wake up now! The pumpkin head raised the axe up ready to strike down on Akira.

Akira jolted awake gasping for air. Again he was dripping in cold sweat. His heart pumped adrenaline through his body. His whole body was shaking hard. Akira studied his surrounds. He was in his bed. Light was trying to peer through the window shade. He looked to the clock. 6:23 in the morning. The whole thing was one bad nightmare. A dream within a dream. “I want my mommy.” Akira whined.

[Daniel Taylor]

Welcome Home
55 words story.
Pookie’s point of view.

I’m curled up in a
ball on the sofa sleeping.
I slowly start to wake
from my slumber. I know
what time it is without
looking at a clock. I
blink my green eyes as
I try to wake up.
I stretch myself out and
got to the front door.
The door opens. Danni’s home.

[Hunter and Terrence Park]

Chocolate Ice Cream
If Terry’s personality took over when their powers manifested
Word Count: 1,067
February Writing Challenge

Hunter sat across from Terry at the wood picnic table in front of the ice cream parlor. Hunter stared at his twin brother, Terry. He noticed something really strange, so did Terry. They were both had chocolate ice cream. No one else would have been bothered by the Park twins eating the same flavor of ice cream, nor did they care. The thing that made the situation strange was that Hunter hated chocolate ice cream. He always had gotten vanilla. But there they were with chocolate ice cream. Hunter didn’t have a reason behind why he wanted chocolate.

“Terry, something weird is going on.”

“Just let it go. Twins are supposed to have some connection with each other. It’s nothing to worry about.” Terry licked his ice cream. Terry wasn’t at all worried about what was going on. Sure, he had noticed some things were a little off with Hunter but nothing to major. “Plus it’s normal to get something different every now and again.”

“Yeah, okay. I get the ice cream thing. What about my grades, uh? How you would explain that?” Hunter never had good grades. He always just barely passed his class so he could move on to the next grade. Seventh grade was no difference. He grades sucked. But towards the end of the year, the teacher had a talk with Hunter and his parent. If Hunter didn’t get his grades up he would have to take summer school or repeat the seventh grade. Some how Hunter’s grades went up and he was moving on the eighth grade.

“Simple. You didn’t want to go to summer school ‘cause that’s where you would be right now. Summer school, if you didn’t get your grades up. And you would of run the risk of repeating seventh grade.”

Hunter opened his mouth to say his brother was wrong, but his closed his mouth. He knew that Terry was right on the nose. Hunter sure didn’t want to be in summer school. He much rather be a kid during the summer instead of learning. Hunter licked the ice cream that was running down the side of his ice cream cone before it got to his hand. “Alright Genius, then wha-”

“I’m not a genius. I have common sense which you lack.”

Hunter stared at his brother again. He was not at all amused by his brother’s comment. “Shut up.” Hunter just ate his ice cream in silence. He let his thoughts fill his mind. Maybe he was just working himself up. Maybe Terry was right and there was absolutely nothing for Hunter to worry about. But there were Hunter’s pranks. Yes, he was still coming up with pranks and schemes to steal, but he wasn’t putting them into action. He also noticed that he was also thinking about consequences that would follow. Oh god, Hunter was becoming like Terry. “I’m freaking out and you’re thinkin’ about Lilly-May.” C’mon man. Dude, she’s are cousin.”[/b]

“I am not!”

“Dude,” Hunter looked at Terry with a ‘really?’ kind of face, “she’s are cousin.”

Terry went back to his ice cream. “Shut up!” He was embarrassed that he got caught. Then he realized something. He looked at his brother. “How did you know what I was thinking?”

Hunter shrugged his shoulders. “Twins are supposed to have some connection with each other.” Hunter mocked Terry.

“I don’t sound like that.”

The two brothers looked at each other. They both knew something weird was going on. Hunter did point it out to Terry and Terry was able to come up with some logical explanation that made sense. If Terry admitted something weird was going on then it would really freak Hunter and Terry out.

Three days pasted and the boys didn’t talk about what they had noticed. They were going to leave it alone. Terry did explain them. But the real answers were coming that a little later that day. A stranger stopped by the house around 1 o’clock. He introduced himself as a recruiter from The Hammel Institute.

Kei and his wife, Amy, took the recruiter to the living room to sit and talk.

“Would to be alright if Hunter and Terrence joined us?” The recruiter asked. Amy went to get the two boys. Once the three of them came to the living room, the recruiter continued, “The Hammel Institute is a school for meta-humans. Hunter and Terrence are a gestalt pair. It would be very wise if they attended at Hammel.”

“We’re what?”

“A gestalt pair. Basically you will become one person in two bodies. You two will think the same, have the same habits, everything will be the same. Right now Hunter and Terrence still have their own personalities, but as their power grows they will become one entity in two bodies. For gestalt pairs one or two things would happen. The two personalities would emerge together.” The recruiter interlocked his hands together to show the two personalities emerging together. “Or one personality would take over and the other one would no long exist.” The recruiter separated his hands. He made a fist with one and extending his fingers on the other hand to show one personality taking over.

Hunter and Terry glanced over at each other. They knew which one their were experiencing. Terry’s personality was taking over Hunter. At some point in time Hunter would be his brother.

“I have no problem with the boys going to Hammel. I went there myself and so did my brother. Amy, what do you think?” Kei spoke up.

“If it’s better for the boys to go, then yes let them go.”

“Hey, do we get a say in this?” Hunter looked around the room at the three adults.

“No. If you’re a meta then you go to Hammel or one of it’s sister schools. You two are going to Hammel and that’s that.” Kei informed his sons.

After a while of talking the recruiter left the house. Hunter and Terry went to their bedroom, which they shared with their younger cousin, Josh. The two twins kicked Josh out. Hunter and Terry had a lot of information that they had to take in and figure things out. They were going to move to Pilot Ridge, Vermont, to attend The Hammel Institute for metas.

“Look on the bright side, Hunter. If your personality took over then we would be repeating the seventh grade.”