The hills of Asemiti Lane are not particularly eye-opening in daylight, but the starlight from the night sky brings out all the hidden gems of the once-concealed valley. The dewdrops that laid on the tender blades of grass reflected off of the light of the stars and the flickering lights from the nearby little town. The wind grows cool and crisp, swaying through the trees gently and with great caution not to do any real harm, and the full, blue moon casts a grand, aquatic light onto the now-stunning hills.
And, of course, there was that mysterious girl named Stella.
Every blue moon, she would sit on the edge of the hills, her purple and pink galactic hair twinkling like the stars high up in the heavens. Her somewhat drooping, yet curious pearl-like eyes would stare directly into the face of the moonlight, expression unmoving, focus unwavering, tranquility everlasting. She would remain seated in that delicate, ethereal position until a young boy about her age sees her.
Stella senses a change in the night wind and abruptly turns around to face him, her eyes wildly fluttering from left to right to see if anyone was accompanying the young lad. However, it seemed to her that he was alone.
The boy, meanwhile, had not moved from his initial position. His smaller-than-average feet remained planted in the hilly earth and he examined the gorgeous girl, taken aback by her beauty and elegance. He could do nothing.
After a few minutes of awkward, unwavering silence, Stella rises from her seated posture and approaches the youngster with the shyest and slightest smile plastered on her face. Without a word, she takes the boy's hand carefully and puts a small amethyst in it. The rock shone like the galactic above and the purple aspects of it were especially dark and prominent, like the night sky under the blue moon at the present moment.
Before the boy could say anything, Stella closes her eyes and a mystical, purple light surrounds her being. She begins to rise from the ground up into the skies above, towards the moon, with a reverence in her face that the boy had never seen on anyone before. She gives him a small wave before disappearing behind the now fading blue moon.
Strangely, after the event, the boy could not recall what Stella had looked like, but he knew that she gave off that special purple light he had witnessed moments before.
And the amethyst she gave him shimmered too, transparent like the setting moon.
Almost as if it never existed in the first place.
And so the rainbow shines down.
Hundreds of families from the simple town of Roloc gather in heaps, their multicolored hair reflecting the light from the majestic, holy phenomenon that is the rainbow.
Each color steps up to the shining stage, one at a time. The Reds. Then the Oranges. Then the impatient Yellow group.
The rainbow keeps casting its light.
Green goes next. A pair of them could be seen arguing in the distance, with others nervously watching all the other colors slink up to the platform's edge.
Blue makes its grand entrance with style. They always had dramatic entrances like these.
Purple was last but not least. Only a few of them remained in town.
No mayor was present. No president, no council, no leader, no nothing. Anyone who is an expert on Rolocian culture should know that everyone follows their own rules, and they have been disciplined enough to do just that.
For hours the once-new generation stood, their colorful hair swaying in the soft breeze of the cloudy morning. The Wednesday air was particularly light today; normally during the birthing ceremony the winds were at least a couple miles an hour. But, on this particular day, it felt like nothing. Almost as if it were transparent.
The rainbow shines down.
All the Reds look at each other and nod. It was time.
One by one, each Red clan member raised their hand up to the red streak in the brilliant rainbow. Each one of their hands slowly caught fire, as it was the clan's gift. The fire looped around the sky for a moment, like a playful bird flying in circles to see its surroundings. Suddenly, the fire formed a small infant in each blaze- boys and girls- and carried them down into the arms of the one who had made them.
Each clan member was formed by magic and the power of nature. They had no biological parents, but rather magical ones, who do not rely on marriage and pregnancy, but rather seek the aid of the siblings they were born to raise their divinely born offspring.
Sibling companionship. The most important value of Roloc.
The rainbow shines still so brightly.
The Orange clan went next, but this time, a ray of light escaped their hands and brought down babies from the stars and skies above. For the Yellows, the process was the quickest; the wind blew harder than if it were any other clan and lightning struck down from the skies to instantly form a small infant with a tiny bush of yellow or golden hair. This always gave everyone else a jump-scare.
The rainbow shines brighter with each passing moment.
Greens had their children born from the surrounding nature; vines were woven together to create a temporary ball which would later bestow an infant- a part of a new generation of Greens. Interestingly enough, members of the Green clan tended to obsess over their new children the most. Minus a few exceptions, of course.
Then, Blue was up next. Their children came from the raging waves of the Crystal-Clear Ocean nearby and, one by one, waves arrived bearing babies in the center of their torrent.
And then there was Purple.
The rainbow still shines.
Purple clan members were always the most overshadowed. They were prominent members of the Dark Arts and many young Purples even turned to the side of the Underworld, the greatest enemy of Roloc, destined to take the clans' color away.
A Purple Clan member flinches in pain.
Gray clouds briefly shadow the rainbow, but the rays of light were visible again before too long.
He quickly grabs the baby to make sure he did not do anything out of the ordinary, but gasped when he saw what his dark embers had given him.
His Purple Clan baby was there, all happy and healthy, but something seemed off about the way she laid in his arms.
He moves her aside lightly and faints upon his discovery.
Another baby. And her hair was as white as the puffy clouds.
And so the rainbow shines down once more.
But not on Prism and her family.
The rainbow stops shining. There was nothing to be done now.
Never Trust A Vampire
After the third question was answered, I chewed the eraser on my pencil nervously and tried to focus my gaze anywhere but on that bloodthirsty, hideous face of yours. You had just told me your story about how you had become a vampire not only to be with your high school crush - who was also, undeniably, a vampire - but also to get revenge on humankind for abandoning you in your most dire time of need, and, more importantly, the sun for burning your closest friends to death only the month before this ill-fated interview with me - a human, nonetheless.
Why did I decide to interview a vampire in the first place? Oh wait, that's right - I badly wanted that raise from my boss that would save my own financial situation at home. I can't screw this up. Not now - not towards the end of this conference with you.
"So, uh, final question!" I blurted out hastily, not wanting my blood stolen from my pale, shivering body, "What do you plan to do now, after this?"
"What do you mean?" you say, with a tone of something I could not place. Desperation, maybe? Or impatience? Whatever it was, it was making my skin crawl.
"I mean, after you walked into this room to talk to me about your appointment-slash-interview; after you had previously sucked the life out of the cameraman outside...?"
I knew right away that was the worst question possible to ask you - that was a fatal mistake of mine. You started giggling at first, then chuckling, and then finally bursting out into a hysterical fit of maniacal laughter.
"Oh, the answer to your delightful, little query is simple, my human pet," you sneered as your evil laughter came to an end a minute later. "I plan to do what I said earlier, of course; to be rid of all humans and that ghastly, blistering sun so my sweetheart, the other vampires, and I can rule over all of Earth and cast it into an inescapable, eternal nightfall."
I finally glanced at your face. A vile grin was plastered across your face and scarlet-red blood dropped from one of your long, vampire fangs.
"And my plan starts by...DEVOURING YOU!"
With that remark, you lunged for me, seeking refreshment from your irresistible thirst. I attempted to escape out of the front door of the journalism office, but you had sent bats to block my only exit.
And with that, you clasped my body with your cold, boney fingers and sunk your teeth into my shoulder. I felt my entire world fading into darkness as I shrieked with pain from you absorbing one of my only connections to the living world.
And here I am now. Dead. And warning the population from the other dimension to stay away from you. To never make friends with you. To never even talk to you.
You're dangerous. You proved it by taking over my home.
You will pay someday.
"Yay! I finally have a boyfriend! You should see how dreamy he is. I just adore him!"
"My girlfriend is the hottest gal around! You should see her in her prettiest dress. Oh, I love her so much."
"Oh, this weekend, I'm going out with my sweetheart. We're going on a date to the local cafe. Just so we can confirm our admiration for each other."
Love. That was all everyone discussed these days. How they met their special one, how they found peace with their lover - everything and anything in between concerning the subject. Hattie hated all this talk about affection when, in reality, she never had a boyfriend or girlfriend herself.
But yet she understood all the surrounding admiration. Not only because it happened to be February and one week away from Valentine's Day, but also since she almost had a girlfriend herself - long before she declared herself to be aromantic and asexual.
Back in second grade, there were a group of boys who always played various team sports with each other - the biggest example being tetherball, a game where two competitors hit a ball attached to a long rope - which, in turn, is connected to a long pole being supported by a tire - and try to tie the ball around the pole either counterclockwise or clockwise, depending on the side each player was on. The winner was always declared the king. It was sort of like four square in that regard, but the gameplay was vastly different than that of tetherball.
Hattie can vividly remember being interested in playing the sport instead of collecting an endless amount of Shopkins like the other girls in her grade. She had walked up to them and was easily able to join one of the games. At first, the guys - and a girl named Pamela that was among the group - went easy on her, but as time went on, she improved, beating player after player with a powerful punch on the ball and a major height advantage.
However, she was unable to beat Pamela. She was in fourth grade at the time and was about a few inches taller than Hattie - furthermore, she had every perk she had and more.
One faithful day, towards the last day of school, Hattie challenged Pamela to a final game, starting off with her signature slap, which sent the ball flying in her favor. Pamela struck back with just as much power, but Hattie didn't give up that easily. The match grew more intense and even the most female-averse boys in the gathering crowd were whooping and hollering so loud that teachers were sent to examine the situation at hand during recess.
As the round went on, Hattie couldn't help but notice how bright Pamela's long, brown hair shimmered in the sunlight and how her eyes seemed to sparkle whenever the tetherball came soaring at her again. She had never had a real crush before, so she was surprised to find herself thinking differently of her than the other students in her class.
Even though Hattie was very much distracted and about to lose her last match, she was saved by the loud shriek of her teacher's whistle, calling the kids in for class once again.
Pamela had politely waved at Hattie for a good time, not saying a word, but the simple gesture alone made her heart flutter like a butterfly flapping its wings towards nectar in the flowers.
Now that she was in senior year and had long since gotten over Pamela, Hattie recalls her lasting thoughts about this beautiful angel that lasted through elementary school. A sudden feeling of unnatural nostalgia came over her as she envisioned the Pamela-centric thoughts she was enveloped in back then. Pamela and Hattie in each other's arms watching the sun disappear in the hills and the sky aglow with blindingly, white stars. Pamela pulling Hattie in for a long, passionate hug and kiss on her bad days and telling her that everything will be okay. Pamela and Hattie traveling the world together and seeing the Eiffel Tower that Hattie had always wanted to see in person.
Hattie giggled at the now-embarrassing images that were circling her head for three years. Nevertheless, she still wonders how Pamela is doing and hopes she is well, but also questions her nostalgia for her love for this woman when it hasn't even officially happened.