Young Writers Society

I ran through the trees, not knowing I could run so fast. Thoughts raced through my head. I think they were my thoughts even though I didn't know what they meant. I have to get away, I have to get away was all I could think. The question is who, or what, was I running from. I shuddered at the thought of a big, scary creature bearing down on me. With that image flashing through my mind I didn't see a rock that was in my way. I hit it, hard. I fell to the ground gasping at the pain. That's when I saw them. It wasn't the 3 eyed, mammoth sized beasts I was expecting but men that seemed familiar to me. I couldn't put names on them because, they had no faces. Just blank dark skin, like mine, staring down at me. They all had black hair and were holding an assortment of weapons, Bow and arrows, spears, and daggers. All, of course, pointed at me. I scrambled to my feet wincing when I put weight on my throbbing ankle.

"What do you want?" I yelled at them. They took a few steps toward me and I backed up. I didn't get an answer from their mouth less faces, "Answer me! Why are you chasing me?" I cried. I backed up into a tree.

All I could hear from the strange figures, or at least I think it was them, who knows they had no mouth, was, "Sacrifice, spring is coming, it is time for sacrifice."

I tried to run but, the tree blocked my path and it seemed like I, and only I, was in slow motion. The others seemed to have put on high speed because, before I knew it, they were on me. I was engulfed in darkness. The only thing that made me sure I was still alive was the sound of a distant scream, which, I realized was my own as I plummeted into darkness.
That all seems pretty good to me.


I woke up, gasping for air, I looked around rapidly. I sighed, No faceless men out to get me. "I must have fallen asleep again," I mumbled to my golden retriever, Aztec. I could very well be wrong, but I'm not so sure South America had dogs in the time of the Mayans. Aztec lifted his head and barked in agreement. I looked around I was sitting under my favorite palm tree, just on the outskirts of the civilization. I watched as the ocean waves lapped up to my feet. Just making it far enough to give me some wet sand to draw in. Looking down I saw some drawings in the sand. That's right I thought, smiling to myself I was drawing up my new story. I've been working really hard lately on making up a new story. How old is this girl? She seems young to me. Maybe 12?

"This one must be the best yet!" I exclaimed to Aztec. It's about a girl and a brave knight that bravely fights for her honor no matter how ferocious the enemy may be. The Mayans definitely wouldn't know anything about Knights. I was busy drawing some of the beasts when I fell asleep. I laughed as I started to draw in the sand. She went from sleeping to laughing? The next drawing was going to be a dragon, one of my favorite things to draw.

"How can they say that?" I heard someone behind me scream.This is confusing. I thought he was talking to her at first. If you're going to make him angry at something, I think you should tell the reader what it is soon afterwards. I slightly turned my head to see an older boy coming towards my tree. He seemed to not have noticed me. The boy was holding some makeshift daggers, what he was throwing at random things. Suddenly, he threw a dagger towards my tree. I squealed and covered my eyes as it went into the center of the other side of the tree.

The boy paused, spotting me. "I'm so sorry! are you alright?" he said while rushing over to me. "I didn't see you there." He crouched down to meet my eye level. ^ A few little errors I fixed there.

"No! I'm okay!"I said. I tried to move so he couldn't see my pictures, but he had already spotted them.Comma before but. I could feel beads of sweat forming on the back of my head. I get what you're saying, but I, personally, have never felt beads of sweat forming. I've never shown anyone my pictures before and I wasn't planning on starting now.

"I'm sorry if I shocked you," he said shifting his eyes towards my half finished dragon drawing,"That's a pretty good picture," he snickered," For a girl." 'h' is lowercase

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean!" I said to him.

"Nothing, just trying to start a conversation," he said,"but they really are good."

"Thank you,"I said quietly, blushing.

He sat down, "My name is Kenich Ahua," he said, writing it out in the sand," May I be blessed to know yours?" He definitely can't write. I'm not sure if they would say blessed, either.

"Ix Chel," I said, writing it below his.

"Well, Ix Chel," he said holding out his hand for a handshake. I took it and we shook hands."Pleased to make your acquaintance."

We talked the rest of day and we promised to meet up again the next day under the palm tree but, he never showed. I later learned that his dad was fighting in the war with my dad, and his mother was gravely ill, leaving him and his twin sister, Ix Tab, to tend to the house and their 5 younger siblings. I never really saw that boy until a few months later when I learned I was to be sacrificed.