This film/book series is amazing. I have loved every book except for 4&5.Read more >
WHY IN ITALY THE MAZE RUNNER IS NOT SO KNOW?Read more >
Hello, the person who reads this,
I was just wondering if you spotted any plot holes throughout the whole series and if you spotted any will you let me know?
I mean i feel like there were a few but i can't really rememberRead more >
How do I get a bio on the about you section?Read more >
Hello, fellow Gladers!!
So, I am new to this blog thing are there like rules about spoilers or anything???? Any other rules I need to know about and do you guys all know eachother in real life, in the KotLC blog I am in everyone seems to know eachother.
-Long.Live.THE.GLUERead more >
right as i get back on, every other active fanic-er takes a break(or stops, im assuming break for now). That's just my luck i guessRead more >
Okay hi guys! I'm still kinda a greenie here for editing, I'd love if you guys could help a fellow glader out with it!
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Hey, I was gone for a loooooooooooooooooooooong time. But I'm here again. So. Yeah. Hello!Read more >
Summary: It has been three months since Thomas and the survivors finally gotten out of WICKED for good and live in the Safe Haven. But it seems that WICKED is plotting something terrible by using the Gladers. Would Thomas and his friends get to the bottom of this and stop WICKED for good? Read on to find out...
It was a fine and pleasant morning as the sun rose from the horizon that it seemed to be floating out of the clean waters of this paradise. The brunette fluttered his eyes open after a series of songs sang by the seagulls that ruled over the skies of this place the survivors called home. He rubbed his eyes and closed them again, not ready to get out of bed yet.
Until this unfortunate alarm came.
A gush of icy cold water splatte…Read more >
No matter how hard I try, I cant change my avatar with a picture from my photo gallery. At first it loads right after I had tapped on a photo, and then it shows nothing. What should I do?Read more >
Hello fellow Gladers, I have created this blog post to create a general awareness amongst the editors of this wiki as what we accept and what we don't accept from our editors. So, please go through the points and edit accordingly. This is just a basic guide of how an article should be on this wiki.
1. First of, tense plays an important role while writing our articles. I have seen pages mixed with both present and past tense but most of them seems to be in present tense so I recommend we follow present tense while writing articles.
2. Secondly, please use correct grammar and spellings while editing anything on the wiki. Use proper capitalization as per need of the article that is to say use upper cases for the first letter of any proper nouns.
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Hi like the maze runner because when im bored i read the bookRead more >
The boy rubbed his eyes as he woke. He had a dream. He was in a man’s arms. The man had ginger hair which had faded, and he had blue eyes. And he felt small, like he was a baby and the man his father. Speaking of his father, who was he? And who got him here? He had been told about WICKED by the founder of the new society, Tom, but he also knew he was a baby at the time, and that wicked only STOLE children. And then he realised, it was time for school. He ate a chocolate bar, and prepared... never mind. I give up. Never mind, I’m back to writing this, months later.Read more >
231.05.01 | 8:02 p.m.
Kat waited for Newt. Every evening.
She worked with the Builders, kept to herself the rest of the time and lived when Newt was there.
And he was with her. Every evening.
Not so today.
After mapping the maze he had left the Map Room and headed for the bathroom to have a shower. No one had seen him since.
But no one paid much attention anyway, because Gally had called a Gathering.
After a short but heated debate Kat was called to the homestead. Puzzled she stood in front of the semicircle of Keepers. Nick said something, but his words made no sense. Gally looked at her sideways, wary and somewhat expectantly.
Everyone seemed to expect something from her.
She stared back, hoping for someone to give her a clue what was going on he…Read more >
231.04.19 | 7:48 a.m.
“You shouldn't be humping such heavy stuff!”
Kat hauled the timber another couple of feet, then dropped it with a groan and faced Newt. “Shouldn't I? What else shall I do then? Knit sweaters?”
“Ha ha. There's lots of less heavy work in the Glade. Cook for example. Or...”
He rolled his eyes. “Kat, we've been through this! Why do...”
But he was cut off again. “No, we've not been through this! Because you don't listen to me! You just repeat the same mantra again and again!” She roared in frustration. “I don't need to be occupied. I need to test my theories.”
“But you...” His jaw dropped. “Your what? What was that?”
“I have several theories about the Maze. But you won't listen. How long will you go on and on and nothing…Read more >
First of all, I am aware of the fact that this is no longer an active fandom. Only one or two people will see this. Second of all, those who WILL who have been on the fandom for months at least might have realised that I made a fan fiction called “those who where forgotten”(I am aware the grammar is incorrect). No body will be interested in what I am about to say but I stopped making them purely due to losing interest of fan fiction and the fandom over all.Read more >
231.04.14 | 10:48 a.m.
During the next days Kat was only seen at work. Gally never saw her during the meals nor in the evening or any break at all. She did what she had to do, and when her work was finished she vanished. No chance to have a private word with her.
So one day he made sure that he alone worked with Kat on a new fence for the pens.
“You are rarely seen in the Glade”, he began, carefully avoiding every phrase that could make her angry.
She shrugged and kept working.
“How are you? Are you not well?”
Now she flashed him a glance.
Yes, he knew he wasn't known for being polite, or even caring. But he had to prod on: “Is there anything I can do for you?”
She shook her head. But she smiled. And finally took pity on him. “No. It's alright. Th…Read more >
231.04.11 | 9:18 p.m.
Newt felt uneasy. “Hey.” He laid an arm around her, trying to comfort her.
She stiffened, hunched up like a gargoyle and about just as soft and trusting. He could feel her shiver.
“Look, I… I'm sorry. For what I said. I mean, it's fine if you found your group...” His words made her aggressively shake her head and cry even more.
“Are you together? You and Gally?” he asked.
Again she shook her head, her face still hidden in her arms.
“You don't know where you belong, am I right?”
“Look, we can call a Gathering, if you are not happy with your squad!”
She shook her head again.
“Then what do you want to do now?”
Newt sighed. “Talkative, are you?”
She showed no reaction other than a heavy shiver, which caused hi…Read more >
231.04.11 | 8:48 p.m.
The fight with Kat bothered Newt far more than was acceptable for a Runner who had to focus on the Maze. Since a few days he was allowed to run the Maze on his own again. Minho needed him, and he was glad to find to his old form so soon, but … well, why deny it? The girl meant something to him. Meant a lot to him, in fact. He would see her this evening and make amends. Though she'd had her part in that fight, too. But she was well known for her short temper, while he usually was the well balanced one. He sighed and concentrated on the pattern of passages and corridors.
When he returned to the Glade, Kat was nowhere to be seen. He asked some boys, but no one knew where she was. Not even Frypan had a clue. And that worrie…Read more >
231.04.10 | 7:29 a.m
The next day Kat skipped breakfast, but she turned up to work like nothing had happened. She didn't talk much, and only to the matter. Gally observed her for a while, and eventually he asked: “You alright?”
“Yeah”, was the mumbled answer. Kat not even looked up from her work.
“Kat, if he hurt you… or said something… Well, he won't do that again, that's all I can say.”
Now she looked up and into his face. “What? Gally, what have you done?”
Gally backed away from her angry stare. “Nothing”, he defended himself. “I only told him that he'd better leave you alone. If he knows what's good for him.”
She let out a frustrated breath. “Listen, Gally, I'm not your property, okay? I can deal with Newt all by myself, believe it or not.”
H…Read more >
231.04.09 | 8:33 p.m
“So you're with Gally now.” That was all Newt said, flatly.
This was clearly not what she had expected. “You got a problem with that?”, she snapped, a bit on the snide side.
His whole face shut down. “No”, he retorted, acid in his voice.
She felt terrible. “Fine. If you have nothing else to tell me…” She turned around.
He made no attempt to hold her back as she stomped off.
He felt terrible. This was not what he had wanted to say to her. In the distance he could hear Gally's voice. “Hey, everything okay?”
Other voices barged in, but Gally drowned them all out easily. “Did he do something to you?”
He'd never done anything to anyone, and certainly not to Kat.
But then he heard her. “SHUT UP, EVERYBODY!”, she yelled. Then sh…Read more >
231.04.09 | 8:17 p.m
To everybody's surprise Gally and Kat got along astonishingly well after their first fights. She accepted his leadership while he acknowledged her prowess.
This did not mean nice and peaceful, though. But the Gladers got used to a blazing row every now and then, the two hot-heads of the Glade yelling at each other, hissing and snarling like fighting tigers. But underneath a deep friendship grew, almost unnoticed. It rooted in mutual respect, familiarisation and trust.
Kat found that – dislike or not – Gally would never let anyone of his squad come to harm. He had an eye on everyone.
And Gally noticed that Kat did the same. She wasn't someone to be ordered around. A heated fight followed every time he tried that. But she wa…Read more >
My mom took my phone away. I cant reply anymore sorry. Ill be back tomorrow. Please wait for me. Pleaseeeee Im sorry. I wanna also see the baby. Pleaseeee can you guys wait and don't go aheadRead more >
231.04.05 | 8:05 a.m.
After two weeks Kat's probation time was over, and now she stood in the centre of a semi-circle of Keepers. This Gathering would decide her future. What would she be from now on? Cook? Bagger? Most of the Keepers had shook their heads, and Kat hat easily agreed.
“So, what now?”, Nick demanded.
“She's good enough as a Med-Jack”, Clint volunteered.
“Good enough she's also in the Gardens.” That was Zart.
Now Nick turned to Gally, who had not yet uttered an opinion. “What about you? You usually have no problems to make your point.”
Gally straightened. “She's a skilled Builder.”
Everyone seemed relieved, but Gally was not yet ready. “But I don't wanna work with her.”
Kat had listened with growing impatience, and now she couldn't h…Read more >
He ran through the streets, disappointment in his eyes. Why did everywhere he went have to be so crappy. Surely somebody would have the idea to build some sort of fortress and only allow those who were immune inside. Somebody probably had done that. He had just been unlucky to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. “Dear god, the world has gone to crap. All because of an improbable natural disaster due to something that stopped the world from going to crap before it even got good. Damn it. AND THEN THAT WRETCHED VIRUS CAME ALONG” He heard the baby’s cry. Crap he thought “You must be hungry by now. We better look for supplies.” Suddenly a gun shot sounded. He looked to the wall next to him and saw a bullet hole “Damn” He hid behind the wa…Read more >
231.04.04 | 8:22 p.m.
“What's going on between you and the girl?”
Newt shot his friend a sharp glance, then looked to the other side. “What does it look like?”
“Looks like I ought to ask you as a friend what's going on. There are rumours.”
The blond boy shrugged. “I only show her in, that's all.”
“What?”, Newt asked, a good deal louder than necessary.
“Oh, you've never taken so much time to show someone in.”
“She does not easily accept things. And she's bloody uncomfortable in the company of some shanks.”
“But not in yours.”
Newt tried his very best not to blush, and nearly succeeded. “I just do my bloody best to help her settle in. What's wrong with that, I'd like to know?”Read more >
He walked towards the city, it was the only option now. He had no clue where the soldiers, Janson and the kids had gone. All he knew was that some of them were dead. They had to be. And he and the baby were not about to join that list. He wanted to make it to the city before nightfall but he knew it was hopeless. He just wanted to make it there as soon as possible. He grabbed a blanket he had found next to the baby on the truck and wrapped it around him. The night was about to fall, and he began to feel cold, but he didn’t care. The baby was his fist priority. He chuckled to himself. He had killed to survive, he was selfish, yet he was strangely determined to give this baby a good life, in this world in which there seemed only to bad ones.…Read more >
231.04.04 | 7:48 p.m.
In the Maze Newt did his best to focus. But it was a fact that he had not seen Kat for days now. He missed their regular meetings, their talk… and smiled a sad smile as he became aware that this had mostly happened when she was in the slammer.
So he had made a decision. Time to talk. This evening.
“Wait for me”, he panted, exhausted from the day in the Maze and one desperate last sprint to make it back in time.
Record the results of the day in the Map Room, a hasty shower to wash away all the sweat and dirt, a fresh shirt…
And there she was, sitting on the floor, leaning against a tree trunk.
He stretched out a hand to help her up.
And looked closer.
Hastily she pulled her long sleeves down to cover her wrists. “No…Read more >
As he saw the look of desperation in the kid’s eyes, something possessed him. He jumped up, and took the moment to trip the guard over, taking his gun. He grabbed a soldier and used him as a human shield “If you get any closer, I will shoot!” He bellowed. “Protect the kid’s from” he motioned towards the glass “those things” They did as he commanded, pointing towards the windows being smashed at by the crazed things. Alright, kids stand in the middle. Adults, stand around the-“ the window smashed before he could finish. He shot person after person in an effort to save the kid’s. About a quarter of them were killed but they pushed forward to fast. “Alright, I have one last idea. Shoot at the things at the door and clear a path for the kids.…Read more >
He awoke in a blaze of confusion. He was in a black bus, with a group of kids who ranged from 12 or 13 to 18 or 19 by the looks of it, as well as a couple of adult. He scratched his head and allowed it all to settle in. He saw a label on the bus. “MUNIES FOR WICKED”. He had heard of that from somewhere. It was called... world in catastrophe kill zone...epidemic? No experimental department. And then it hit him. He needed to leave. He launched himself from his seat and ran towards the door but a guard heavily clad in armour hit him with the butt of his gun, knocking him to the floor. “TELL ME WHY I’M HERE” he demanded. “WHY AM IN HERE AND NOT IN THE SCORCH?” “YOU BETTER SHUT UP OR EL-“ He was cut off by another man “That won’t be necessary. …Read more >
He is awoken by the sound of a yacht. In confusion he walks toward the window of the room he often resided in. He sees two figures, one of a large man and the other of a short haired woman. The woman docks the boat, and the man holds his gun towards the nearby building. He shoots a boy, one of the ones who followed the couple he had seen before. He climbs out of his window and sneaks towards the building via the roof. He slips down the ledges on the windows. He had some experience in rooftop parkour, from running from police and other delinquents through rooftops. He slips down another window. He slips down another window. He slips, this time he falls. CRAP he thinks THIS IS MY END. He narrowly misses the boat as he feels himself smash thr…Read more >
He ran towards his attackers, slashing through the waist of the male assailant. He yelled. “You son of a.” He slashed through the crazed man’s jaw and then elbowed his accomplice in the stomach. He had a moment to take in the appearance of the two. The man had black hair and his arm didn’t seem to stop shaking, as if he was having an eternal seizure. His friend had a faded shade of dyed red hair. The woman charged towards him, a distant look in her eyes. Not soon later, the other charged into the fight as well. He fell. They clambered onto him. He could feel adrenaline rushing through his body. He couldn’t die here to them. Ina last ditched attempt at freedom he sent a flurry of rage filled punches at the the people, knocking them off of h…Read more >
He awoke from his dream, a blank look in his eyes. He didn’t want to remember the rest. He went through with the same routine as yesterday. The same routine as everyday. He scavenged the scorched wastelands as he did everyday. He searched and searched. Yet again, nothing. “This is useless” he muttered to himself.”even if I can find food, what’s the point if I don’t live. Just survive.” He heard wailing in the distance but ignored them as he did everyday. He looked towards the sun his vision blurred. He searched more still. He looked towards a nearby city, wondering if the risk was worth it. Wondering if he could enter the city. It had been years since the flares yet the world was still just as dangerous. He decided to walk back to his shel…Read more >
231.04.04 | 6:46 p.m.
Kat went to the Homestead to take a shower. The day had been long and boring. A Bagger's job was definitely not her scene. Once again, frustration and wrath had overcome her, but she had found a way to deal with this without causing trouble and ending up in the Slammer.
To her own annoyance her thoughts kept wandering to Newt. Who was running through the Maze with Minho… Runner was a dangerous job, and Newt had been injured once. Of course she was not worried. Of course not… Honestly, what was this boy to her at all? Eh? Why did she have to think about him all the time? He's not even so much as a friend! They had only talked a couple of times. “Come on, girl”, she told herself, “concentrate on your job!”
But this job did …Read more >
He is walking through the tunnel. He doesn’t want to take the main way today, not after what those kids did to him in school today. He feels his bruises. He walks on. The train nearby comes to a sudden halt. He walks on. People scream. He walks on. He looks forward and sees people outside of the tunnel. He walks on. “Wait! Are those people...” a look of horror appears on his face. “Melting.” He sees a dark haired boy run past him holding the hand of a blonde girl. He runs through the tunnel but keeps himself far away enough not to be seen by the two. The two walk in to a room in the tunnel. What are they doing? They’re going the wrong way. He runs. He reaches a large building and runs to the top to see what is happening. He sees water. Wat…Read more >
He wandered through the scorched lands of earth, searching for the food and water he needed to survive just one more day. Hours passed and he could find nothing. He placed his bag on his back and took one last thorough search before walking back to his “home.” How could he call it a home anymore after what had happened. The thoughts of it sickened him. He set a fire. He was down to his last couple Kg of charcoal. He knew he shouldn’t waste much, he needed it for light rather than heat but he couldn’t help it. He watched the sun set slowly on the baron wasteland and tucked himself in before tonight’s storm. It had been so long since he had last seen another person , or at least another sane person, that he had forgotten his own name. He was…Read more >
231.04.03 | 8:42 p.m.
In the evening all the boys gathered around the fire. A bonfire was a rare and welcome diversion in their everyday routine, a small party. Some boys made music on makeshift drums, archaic and wild. There was laughter and action.
Even Kat was present. Like the boys she gravitated to the fire.
Newt noticed her sitting some way off, alone and melancholic. She had her hands clapped over her ears to shut the world out and stared into the crackling flames as if she was in trance.
He stepped a little closer, unsure whether he should cheer her up or would just disturb her in her self-chosen solitude.
Then he heard it again, soft and peaceful, that melody that tugged at his heart. Suddenly the noise of the other boys, their talking…Read more >
231.04.03 | 11:21 a.m.
Kat returned to her daily not-yet-routine, working with the Brick-nicks this day, with the Sloppers that day, and in her free time kept to herself. From all Newt could observe in the rare time he was in the Glade and awake, she did not bond easily. Instead she was silent, grim or sad in turns. Not one unnecessary word left her mouth.
She kept to herself, during day time and even more in the evenings.
This day Newt helped with the Track-hoes. Minho's order. “Whatever is going on in your head, get it out of there. A Runner needs to focus. Best you get your hands busy. Tomorrow we try again.”
Today's job was grubbing up the area for an envisaged planting. While Newt and some other boys cut down the old, dead trees, others dug …Read more >
231.04.02 | 6:41 a.m.
Ten minutes later the door opened.
Kat did her best. She even said “Thank you” to Nick. Then she turned to Newt and embraced him in a tight hug. “Thank you”, she whispered into his ear.
Then she stood staring at her own feet, and while Nick tried to camouflage his snigger with coughs Newt felt his ears heat up. There was no way to hide his flushing deep red. He cleared his throat and croaked something in the lines of “I'd better get ready ere the doors open”, turned on his heel and hastened away. He was a Runner, after all.
“Newt? Hey, Newt. Newt!”
Newt snapped back to reality when Minho smacked him across the head. He blinked a few times, then his eyes focused on his friend. Like always Minho's face gave not much away, but Newt coul…Read more >
231.03.31 | 11:56 p.m.
Kat… She's different now. She has changed. Newt lay on his bed, wide awake. Despite his exhaustion he couldn't sleep. I doubt that she'd still be trouble. She only wanted to understand… I also doubt that any more time in the Slammer will improve her state any further. If she's left there for much longer she'll probably return to her freakin' rebellious behaviour, 'cause bein' nice doesn't earn her a thing. Gotta talk with Nick.
He turned to the side. Sleep wouldn't come.
Kat lay on the floor, wrapped in the blanket Newt had brought her. But she couldn't sleep. It had been her second day in the Slammer, and she began to realize that when Nick sentenced her to a week in the Slammer he meant it. A week with nothing to do, now…Read more >
Q: Tell us a bit about yourself.
A: Well… Name's Newt. I've been in the Glade right from the start, came up with the first group more'n a year ago. Anything else? Hmm… I'm a Runner, just back in business after a nasty injury.
Q: What kind of injury?
A: A Griever almost got me, almost ripped my leg apart. But that was four weeks ago. Our Med-jacks stitched me up all neat, and it healed proper.
Q: Now tell us about the newest kid that arrived.
A: Kat. She's the first and only girl in the Glade. But that's not the only thing that makes her bloody different from the rest of us. When she arrived, she was beaten up badly and unconscious. Most of the time she's really nice, but she has that mad idea of escaping and running into the Maze. Then she sort…
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231.03.30 | 6:58 a.m.
In the early morning Newt jumped on the spot and stretched his muscles. He was ready for his first day in the Maze after his meeting with the Griever.
He shook his head. No, he wasn't ready, not as such. 'Scared' was the better word. He knew the Griever would haunt him forever. But he was a Runner. It was his bloody job, and he'd fulfil it.
Next to his friend Minho he stood with his backpack strapped to his back, waiting for the doors to open. Being a Runner was indeed a dangerous job, and Minho, the Keeper of the Runners, had decided that Newt would run with him until he himself said otherwise. He probably did not yet trust Newt's freshly healed leg. Or maybe he saw the fear in his friend's eyes. But Newt mastered the r…Read more >
231.3.29 | 10:58 p.m.
Newt left her after a couple of hours of heated discussions, surprising agreements and minutes of awkward silence.
He left her reluctantly, though couldn't have put his finger on what attracted him to this pixie-girl. She was an angry, snappish, sarcastic, furious smart little hot-head. But he had a feeling that behind all this… He stopped.
And strained his ears.
A tune floated by, soft and a bit sad, the notes somehow familiar.
The girl hummed a melody that reminded him… of feelings. The memories connected to that melody were gone, beyond his reach. But it felt… like home. Like being safe and loved at the end of the day. Maybe his mum had sung this song to him when she tucked him in for the night. He'd never know.
Newt sto…Read more >
Well that’s what happened, she ended up going crazy. Where did the time go? Somewhere but never where she wanted it to. That little girl that knew her dreams and didn’t care at all, yea she slipped through my fingers. HAHA. Oh yea, she’s gone. For good. She got chained up in the deep dark depths of what’s left of my brain and is probably dead by now, but that’s okay. My last two brain cells have been slowly dying. Farther and farther.The roses are wilted The violets are dead The demons run circles Round and round in my head
So, what happens when your demons start running with knives? What do you do? Do you go out and get arrested and possibly get 7 years in prison? Is that what floats your boat? I don’t know, but I’ll tell you what you …Read more >
231.03.29 | 9:46 p.m.
Newt shrugged. “I was almost back, close to the door. I was lucky Minho heard me and came to get me through the door just before it closed.” He took a deep breath and released it through his nose in one long go, to calm himself down. This incident was not two weeks ago now, and the memory of the horrible creature hacking and slicing at him with all it's vicious gadgets still haunted him. And the fear… “But at least I did not get stung.”
“Stung like that Beetle Blade?”
Newt laughed, but it was no merry laughter. “You die from the sting. Unless you get the Grief Serum in time.”
“A Grief Serum. Sounds a bit magical, but okay. It's like the antidote you need after being bitten by a snake, yes?”
“Something like that.”
“And what …Read more >
231..03.29 | 9:23 p.m.
Kat needed a few breaths to calm down. “Alright. The doors open in the morning and close every night. Why?”
His eyes widened in surprise, just for a second. Then he frowned. “I don't know. For our safety, I suppose.”
“Safety from what? Those Griever creatures Nick showed me yesterday morning?”
She barely waited for him to nod and went on: “Interesting, isn't it? Someone wealthy and powerful builds the Maze and the Glade, puts some terribly dangerous creatures into the Maze and leaves doors open during daytime, so we can go and explore the Maze, but closes the doors for the night, so we are safe. Tells us something about those people. Seems they want us to sleep well. They don't want to kill us in our sleep.”
She picked up h…Read more >
231.03.29 | 9:09 p.m.
It was Newt who came to see the girl in the late evening. And he came with a blanket and a couple of sandwiches, an apple and a bottle of water. He eyed through the window. Kat was huddled on the floor, her arms slung around her knees, teeth clattering.
“Kat!”, he said with low voice.
Hastily she got to her feet. “Newt.” If surprise made a sound, this would have been it.
“You are freezing, are you?” It was not a question. “Look, I've brought you something.”
Gratefully the girl pulled the blanket through the bars of the glassless window and wrapped herself in the warming wool. She closed her eyes for a moment. “Glorious warmth.”
“And here's some food for you. Supper time.” Their fingers touched for the fracture of a moment when h…Read more >
231.03.29 | 16:18 p.m.
There she was, in the Slammer again. She couldn't believe it! How could this have happened? Why had she been so stupid to believe she could actually succeed? She let out a roar of frustration. She did not want to be trouble. All she wanted was getting out of this buggin' place. All she wanted was answers. But. No. One. Ever. Talked. To. Her! She roared again as she felt the wrath building up and boiling inside. She was so angry she could break something. Instead she kicked and pounded at the walls until she finally broke down. She was shaking all over, from anger and exhaustion.
Now a new feeling bore into her mind, rooting deep inside: she had totally messed it up. Everything. All chances to get in contact with the bo…Read more >
231.03.29 | 3:53 p.m.
“Hold on!”, Newt shouted. “I'm with you in no time!”
“Bloody hell, what are these?”, she muttered, her face white as a sheet, while she clung to the ivy with her other hand.
Newt was now close enough to hear her, even though she had not much more than whispered that. “Beetle Blades, we call them. Bloody little spies they are.” He pulled up a little more, carefully watching out for the small cylindrical creatures. “Here, I'm with you now. They give you a nasty sting, but that doesn't last long. Can you climb down now?”
She glowered at him, bit her teeth, and tried to grasp a vine with her stung hand. But the hand felt like somebody else's, numb until she touched anything with it. Then another flash of pain nearly caused he…Read more >
231.03.29 | 3:32 p.m.
It was frustrating. Everybody seemed to be so hot on their jobs and the rules. No one ever cared to explain the Maze, to talk about any plans to escape the place or to debate the reason why they were here and who had sent them up. Asking questions had earned her a couple of harsh replies, and she had learned her lesson quickly. She learned every lesson quickly. Now she kept her mouth shut. But every minute of leisure she spent at the walls. She examined the rods and the matching holes of the doors, she examined the ground and the edges of the walls, she examined the ivy that seemed to grow top down. She examined the junction at the corner where two walls met. She measured the length of the walls from corner to door. Sh…Read more >