The Scribbler 2012

dream. Violet and Bobby squished their way in, leaving Tellulah to sit on Violet’s lap and Tony on Bobby’s. As close quarters as it was, not much body heat was shared between them. The two oldest had contemplated on where to get food and it was long past dark when they got to sleep. The next morning they awoke, much to their discomfort, cramped and rigid. Tony lay in front of them, a thin body, curled up and vulnerable. He must have gotten pushed away during our sleep, thought Violet, who had awoken in the midst of dawn. She got up and scooped up Tony, surprised at his cold-to-thetouch skin, and cuddled him in attempt to warm him, but only woke her siblings. After a quick quarrel on who should stay with the toddlers, they all decided to go along and find a way in to the house. They stumbled on a slip of paper, you know, the lined yellow kind. Little did they know, this was the slip of paper they weren’t supposed to see.

“Open it! What does it say?” Elvis craned his neck to look at the note in Bobby’s hand.

Bobby’s eyes widened after he read the letter thoroughly. Violet face became a thundercloud when she finished the letter a few seconds after Bobby. Elvis grabbed the note from Bobby’s grasp and started to read out loud. “The Acceptance: 4000, you may not recall the previous acceptances...” He started. “On the fifth of November... lock the doors and windows... only three weeks... ones left behind will suffer... no matter the age... no matter the intelligence... no word is to be spoken... only two children from each family... children that make it inside their house will come along... part of a process to further colonize...

Sincerely, The 25