Smashys Writing~ Random

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Here are just some random pieces I have done in the past or am doing now. There doesn't seem to be a regular genre, and my writing seem to range from soothing poetry to dark horror stories. So, here it is (:

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An exerpt from a novella I m working on. The story is about witches, but not the normal green-faced, broomstick-riding kind. In this new world they are called the Cursed, and are ones who hold the ability to create. Painters, engineers, writers; they would be some of the many who fall in this category. The main character is one of the Cursed, and in this excerpt she is being chased by a group of Hunters. Hope you like it


Tall twisted tree’s reached out their gnarled arms as if they were trying to snatch me up, their elongated snarly fingers scratching at the creamy exposed skin of my face, arms and legs. The wild wind whistled through the forest and made a haunting eerie reverberation, that sent shivers down my spine, though the sound did little to hide the voices of the men who were frantically searched the forest for me and the loud fierce barking of their attack mutts. I ran as fast as legs would allow, threading my way through the looming pines and deeper and deeper into the forest. All I wore was a threadbare off-white shift, which was several sizes too large and billowed around my thin bird like frame as I sprinted. My filthy grime covered feet were bare and severely scratched due to the needle like branches and bushels of thorns that covered the cool dirt ground. Behind me, my fiery red hair flew like an untamed flame, bright and shining through the darkness. My breaths came in short and labored, and I tried as best as I could to hold back the fit of coughing that would spring at any moment. My large frantic ice blue eyes scanned my surroundings as I contemplated where to go. This late night trip had kind of been a last minute decision. I could see the burning bright torches scattered throughout the forest and could hear the loud angry shouts of the angry mob that chased behind me. I saw them in my mind, the mass of bulky muscled men with their hard eyes and horrid words and their ever so faithful ravenous beasts, snarling as they pulled on their metal collars, urging their masters forward and leading them right to me. I was defenseless, unarmed, and unprepared; a small teenage girl whose only positive attribute was her wits. God, oh god how had this happened. I sent a quick prayer out to whoever was up there listening and continued forward, pushing the twisted branches out of my way and stomping through the unruly vegetation. Suddenly a dark shadowed figure jumped out from behind a tree, scooping tiny me into their strong arms and covering my mouth with an odorous rag. I attempted to release a scream as the rough stranger pulled me back through the evergreen woods, but the liquid that dampened the piece of cloth must have been some sort of drug, for my eyelids began to droop and the world spun around me. I was tugged into the middle of a circle of rugged men, the same men who had been chasing me for about an hour. They all laughed harshly, the sound reminding me of cackling hyenas. The last thing I heard was a comment coming from the man who had stepped away from the circle, obviously the leader, for his chin was stuck in the air so high and his shoulder pressed back so far it was clear this puny weakling of a man believed he was in charge. “Let the girl burn.” He said and turned to me, his eyes seeming to reflect the dancing flames of fire the rest of my people had been incinerated in.

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words you mistakes on: instead of legs, feet; instead of bird, build.

I didn't read thouroughly (it's close to midnight for me) but seems like a 7.5, maybe even 8.