The Adventures of Malik shadowstorm

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is short story about a teenage boy who saw his world. The boy's name is Malik Shadowstorm.

Submitted: February 20, 2013

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(January 20, 1899) Hi my name is Malik Shadowstorm and the past few days have been like hell. I lost my family, friends,and my girlfriend to a demonic horde, I feel like I should just give up and die but I must make sure that my family's sacrifice was not in vain.The demons took over earth in a matter of days and they seemed to take the only form of intellegent life, humans. Now, I am fighting to stay alive  the water has been pollutted by the demon's blood all the food goes rotten at the demons' touch.

I have been traveling from Iris to Paris, France,  all I've had to eat are small animals like rabbits or squirels, I keep the pelts to later fashion them into clothes. For the past three days I have been sleeping in abandoned carriages whose horses have long left them. I'm lucky to have survived in those three days I have gained special ablities like turning into a statue and  pyschokenisis which allows me to mentally presuade people or in this case demons. Today I met a group of people around the same age as me

Summer a beautiful summer blonde with dark blue eyes, her sister

Placid oddly has green eyes instead of blue with dark black hair that covers her eyes next comes

Achilles a Skrawny boy but, the look in his scarlet red eyes told me he wwas trouble,

Pheonix his sister had the same red hair as her brother with green eyes that didn't quite match her face.

(January 21, 1899) Today, Summer and me went out hunting, while hunting she showed me that she has special abilities like me.She has the telekinis, the power to move objects with her mind. she told me that that her sister also shares the ability, though Summer has more practice with it. I start to get dizzy as I start to remember the night my family died

we were, me and my parents, in the sitting room my father with the post and my mother knitting mittens, we then started to hear shouts from out in the streets we passed it off as some drunks wasted  and shouting at each other. Next thing we know a crash thunders through the air my dad gets up and goes for his rifle,but it was too late those things were already on us first they took my parents into the hole that they had created when they burst though the floor. I had some time to escape out of the house.

Just thinking about it brings tears to my eyes, I have got to keep it together for my parent's memories. They raised a stronger person than that, all those beatings to get my body used to this kind of physical pain. All those nights left in the dark starving. My father taught me to fight with both melee and ranged weaponry. 


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