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Blood of Angels:
*COMPLETED FINALLY*
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GENRE: Horror
RATING: YA (young adult)
SUMMMARY: Teens with powers and a government who wants them as weapons!!! :D
LINK: http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...
OMG OMG OMG!!!
PLEASE READ THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i want as much feed back as i can :D
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1: Cry for blood: Violet
It was like time stood still when the door opened to my bedroom, light flooding the wooden floor. Suspense held in the air, trees rustled outside and somewhere inside of me a warning was screaming as people dressed in all black tip-toed silently into my room.
I felt my stomach clinch with unease as telltale footsteps padded closer to my bed. They had found me, I thought to myself as a soft tingling sensation touched my fingertips, and a new found confidence filled me like light. After so many years of being paranoid, it’s finally confirmed. They want me.
I had always known this time would come, no matter how many times my parents said I was over reacting- I knew I was right.
Softly the covers draped over me pulled back, and I peeked out of my eyes as the moon light caught a silver blade- wondering if this really was the end. My breath caught in my throat.
The man raised the silver blade, aching for new blood as he positioned for the kill but he was obliviously an idiot. Only someone this dumb could think it would be this easy to kill me, I wondered to myself as the man brought the knife down hard through the air. But it was as if he knew something was wrong and he wasn’t the only one as his companions shuffled from foot to foot. But it wasn’t as easy as making the blade disappear; it would exhaust me too quickly, but I did the next best thing. As the flames engulfed the blade, the man dropped it in shook, flinching as flames licked his bare skin, rising up over his gloves- and as soon as he dropped the blade, I shattered it into millions of pieces, confetti showering down on me.
My eyes flicked open.
One of the three men tried to attack me but he was stopped by an invisible wall, and fell backwards as if he was hit by an electric shot. Flinching and twitching he crumpled to the floor in a fit of spasms as the others grabbed at their belts. But I spun to the side as one of the guys leaped past my shield, a wicked curved blade slicing through my bed, missing me by millimetres. I leaped off my bed and made a run for the door but I timed it wrong as the other man punched me in the back and I fell to the floor; crying out into the silent night, the wind was knocked out of me. He tried to make another move, but I twisted around, ignoring my protesting lungs and kicked him in the stomach, my extra speed and strength giving me an advantage over the experienced fighters.
He flew backwards and hit the window hard before crumbling in on himself and falling through the open portal, just as the other man came to stand over me, his curved blade by his side. Without thinking a force exploded from my hands as I raised them in defence, sending the man speeding through the air after his friend as I gasped for breath. Then I waited- and waited; for another to attack, for pain to make me cry out… but nothing came. The night was silent besides my heart racing from the rush of danger but still I found tears starting to flow steadily down my face as my confidence ebbed away into the darkness. I scrambled off the floor and headed towards the door, not wanting to find out if there were any more men in black as I tried not to make a sound.
I could hear the activity below me- the searching- and I realised it would be a quick dash to make it out of the house. It was now or never.
I didn’t bother with the stairs to lower level, instead, jumping off the edge of the rails in one fluid movement, landing softly on my feet in a crouching position. I could hear more men swearing in the rooms behind me as I startled them, but quickly they organised themselves and quickly ran after me but I was already locking doors as I went with my mind.
Then I saw something that made me pull up short as I stifled a cry.
Maybe it was too late for anything…
My parents were lying on the ground, blood staining their clothes from where it flowed steadily from there stabbed stomachs. I fell to the ground, no end to my tears as they leaked like a river from my eyes, damping my baggy shirt and shorts. I felt so alone.
It was easy to see that they didn’t go down easily. The lounge room was a mess; objects lying randomly on the floor, broken glass scattered throughout the carpet- and my mother’s favourite vase from Venice smashed into many pieces next to the sofa. It made my heart cry and I couldn’t bear to look at their faces; my mother’s damp, bloody curls, and peaceful face, my father’s ripped open stomach and bloody organs- the nasty bruise on his head… it was my whole life dead on the ground. I couldn’t believe what was happing, it was all too fast and I had the feeling I was in shock. Who wouldn’t be?
I don’t know what happened next, everything was a blur and I couldn’t put two images together- I felt like screaming at my restrictions. First someone bashed through the door, shoulder first, than they were upon me, ready to finally silence me. But I didn’t care. My whole body was now tingling, and I felt my eyes deepen, my purple eyes darking as I crouched on the ground, daring the killers and there I calmed down. The coolness of my power overwhelming me as the tingling from my fingers rose. Then I raised my hands and it was just like before, how the force exploded from me as I stared up at the men with such loathsome. But instead of pushing the men backwards, it went through them and they cried out with such pain that I was sure the whole world would have heard. But I didn’t care as they exploded like fireworks, light and particles flying everywhere as thick crimson blood splattered against the newly painted walls. They deserved it all.
I felt a warm, thick liquid run down my face, the taste of bitter blood on my lips and I wiped my nose on my arm as a sense of dizziness washed over me, my arm tainted silver. I spat on the swaying floor as fresh blood continued to flow from my nose but I ignored it. Wiping my face on my selves, I slowly stood up from the ground, looking at all the blood around me, all the life gone. It was all such an un-necessary lost just because people hated others who were different- or maybe it was something else, but I didn’t care. I wiped my eyes and cuddled my queasy stomach as it churned from all the mess, gore and carnage.
Slam!
I looked up and straight into the eyes of four more men as they ran into the room, knifes in hands. It was like “they” had sent a whole army against me. I wiped my eyes and sighed, trying to bring myself back to my senses but I used to much power; I was weak and giving up hope fast. So, I did the only thing I could. I ran- and I didn’t stop. I just kept running as I used my last bit of strength to smash open the locked front door with the slightest touch of my hands. Then I was gone, racing through the dark night, through the streets and into the forest. My life the only thing I possessed for I was now, officially- alone.
I could hear the pursuit after me, the flying knives and bullets as they tried to wound me, the swearing voices. But what they didn’t understand was that I was on auto-control, no wounds short of fatal were going to slow me down. Then I heard something that startled me to my core- sirens. They sounded so normal in this bizarre scene that they shocked me. It seemed the neighbours finally realised something was up. But I continued to run. No adult, no matter how reassuring could help me now. Then SMASH! I rebounded off a force field, the wind knocked out of me as I was thrown backwards, air born. It hurt badly, and I could already feel myself bruise, sickly white splotches mixing with the glistening, silver liquid of my blood as I hit the ground hard. I groaned, coughing up a sparkling liquid as I made a weak attempt to push back my dark brown, matted curls off my face. But still I could barely see.
Why was life so crap?
Then I heard a soft crunch as someone fell to the ground from a tree and I froze.
Footsteps, light and sure, sounded behind me, closer and louder. I didn’t know what to do. I was too weak to fight, too sore to move so I choose my last option. Do nothing. It wasn’t my best idea, but it was my only idea I could actually achieve without killing myself. But maybe, in the future, I would regret this choice of living. Who knew what was going to happen to me. But then again- I didn’t care. Inside I was dead as I lay helplessly on the ground, my enemy pausing next to me.
I felt a soft hand touch my shoulder gently, fondly even, as one by one, the lights went out and once more, darkness took me under its wing.
FINALLLY I've FINISHED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! XD
*COMPLETED FINALLY*
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
GENRE: Horror
RATING: YA (young adult)
SUMMMARY: Teens with powers and a government who wants them as weapons!!! :D
LINK: http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...
OMG OMG OMG!!!
PLEASE READ THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i want as much feed back as i can :D
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1: Cry for blood: Violet
It was like time stood still when the door opened to my bedroom, light flooding the wooden floor. Suspense held in the air, trees rustled outside and somewhere inside of me a warning was screaming as people dressed in all black tip-toed silently into my room.
I felt my stomach clinch with unease as telltale footsteps padded closer to my bed. They had found me, I thought to myself as a soft tingling sensation touched my fingertips, and a new found confidence filled me like light. After so many years of being paranoid, it’s finally confirmed. They want me.
I had always known this time would come, no matter how many times my parents said I was over reacting- I knew I was right.
Softly the covers draped over me pulled back, and I peeked out of my eyes as the moon light caught a silver blade- wondering if this really was the end. My breath caught in my throat.
The man raised the silver blade, aching for new blood as he positioned for the kill but he was obliviously an idiot. Only someone this dumb could think it would be this easy to kill me, I wondered to myself as the man brought the knife down hard through the air. But it was as if he knew something was wrong and he wasn’t the only one as his companions shuffled from foot to foot. But it wasn’t as easy as making the blade disappear; it would exhaust me too quickly, but I did the next best thing. As the flames engulfed the blade, the man dropped it in shook, flinching as flames licked his bare skin, rising up over his gloves- and as soon as he dropped the blade, I shattered it into millions of pieces, confetti showering down on me.
My eyes flicked open.
One of the three men tried to attack me but he was stopped by an invisible wall, and fell backwards as if he was hit by an electric shot. Flinching and twitching he crumpled to the floor in a fit of spasms as the others grabbed at their belts. But I spun to the side as one of the guys leaped past my shield, a wicked curved blade slicing through my bed, missing me by millimetres. I leaped off my bed and made a run for the door but I timed it wrong as the other man punched me in the back and I fell to the floor; crying out into the silent night, the wind was knocked out of me. He tried to make another move, but I twisted around, ignoring my protesting lungs and kicked him in the stomach, my extra speed and strength giving me an advantage over the experienced fighters.
He flew backwards and hit the window hard before crumbling in on himself and falling through the open portal, just as the other man came to stand over me, his curved blade by his side. Without thinking a force exploded from my hands as I raised them in defence, sending the man speeding through the air after his friend as I gasped for breath. Then I waited- and waited; for another to attack, for pain to make me cry out… but nothing came. The night was silent besides my heart racing from the rush of danger but still I found tears starting to flow steadily down my face as my confidence ebbed away into the darkness. I scrambled off the floor and headed towards the door, not wanting to find out if there were any more men in black as I tried not to make a sound.
I could hear the activity below me- the searching- and I realised it would be a quick dash to make it out of the house. It was now or never.
I didn’t bother with the stairs to lower level, instead, jumping off the edge of the rails in one fluid movement, landing softly on my feet in a crouching position. I could hear more men swearing in the rooms behind me as I startled them, but quickly they organised themselves and quickly ran after me but I was already locking doors as I went with my mind.
Then I saw something that made me pull up short as I stifled a cry.
Maybe it was too late for anything…
My parents were lying on the ground, blood staining their clothes from where it flowed steadily from there stabbed stomachs. I fell to the ground, no end to my tears as they leaked like a river from my eyes, damping my baggy shirt and shorts. I felt so alone.
It was easy to see that they didn’t go down easily. The lounge room was a mess; objects lying randomly on the floor, broken glass scattered throughout the carpet- and my mother’s favourite vase from Venice smashed into many pieces next to the sofa. It made my heart cry and I couldn’t bear to look at their faces; my mother’s damp, bloody curls, and peaceful face, my father’s ripped open stomach and bloody organs- the nasty bruise on his head… it was my whole life dead on the ground. I couldn’t believe what was happing, it was all too fast and I had the feeling I was in shock. Who wouldn’t be?
I don’t know what happened next, everything was a blur and I couldn’t put two images together- I felt like screaming at my restrictions. First someone bashed through the door, shoulder first, than they were upon me, ready to finally silence me. But I didn’t care. My whole body was now tingling, and I felt my eyes deepen, my purple eyes darking as I crouched on the ground, daring the killers and there I calmed down. The coolness of my power overwhelming me as the tingling from my fingers rose. Then I raised my hands and it was just like before, how the force exploded from me as I stared up at the men with such loathsome. But instead of pushing the men backwards, it went through them and they cried out with such pain that I was sure the whole world would have heard. But I didn’t care as they exploded like fireworks, light and particles flying everywhere as thick crimson blood splattered against the newly painted walls. They deserved it all.
I felt a warm, thick liquid run down my face, the taste of bitter blood on my lips and I wiped my nose on my arm as a sense of dizziness washed over me, my arm tainted silver. I spat on the swaying floor as fresh blood continued to flow from my nose but I ignored it. Wiping my face on my selves, I slowly stood up from the ground, looking at all the blood around me, all the life gone. It was all such an un-necessary lost just because people hated others who were different- or maybe it was something else, but I didn’t care. I wiped my eyes and cuddled my queasy stomach as it churned from all the mess, gore and carnage.
Slam!
I looked up and straight into the eyes of four more men as they ran into the room, knifes in hands. It was like “they” had sent a whole army against me. I wiped my eyes and sighed, trying to bring myself back to my senses but I used to much power; I was weak and giving up hope fast. So, I did the only thing I could. I ran- and I didn’t stop. I just kept running as I used my last bit of strength to smash open the locked front door with the slightest touch of my hands. Then I was gone, racing through the dark night, through the streets and into the forest. My life the only thing I possessed for I was now, officially- alone.
I could hear the pursuit after me, the flying knives and bullets as they tried to wound me, the swearing voices. But what they didn’t understand was that I was on auto-control, no wounds short of fatal were going to slow me down. Then I heard something that startled me to my core- sirens. They sounded so normal in this bizarre scene that they shocked me. It seemed the neighbours finally realised something was up. But I continued to run. No adult, no matter how reassuring could help me now. Then SMASH! I rebounded off a force field, the wind knocked out of me as I was thrown backwards, air born. It hurt badly, and I could already feel myself bruise, sickly white splotches mixing with the glistening, silver liquid of my blood as I hit the ground hard. I groaned, coughing up a sparkling liquid as I made a weak attempt to push back my dark brown, matted curls off my face. But still I could barely see.
Why was life so crap?
Then I heard a soft crunch as someone fell to the ground from a tree and I froze.
Footsteps, light and sure, sounded behind me, closer and louder. I didn’t know what to do. I was too weak to fight, too sore to move so I choose my last option. Do nothing. It wasn’t my best idea, but it was my only idea I could actually achieve without killing myself. But maybe, in the future, I would regret this choice of living. Who knew what was going to happen to me. But then again- I didn’t care. Inside I was dead as I lay helplessly on the ground, my enemy pausing next to me.
I felt a soft hand touch my shoulder gently, fondly even, as one by one, the lights went out and once more, darkness took me under its wing.
FINALLLY I've FINISHED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! XD
Taken:
*completed*
GENRE: Thriller
RATING: T (teenage)
SUMMARY: Two kids stand in the way of the taking of the Mona Lisa at the Lourve
LINK: http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/6...
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CHAPTER TEN: Lost
Sydney squeaked and the French men smiled, ‘gotcha,’ he whispered and Matthew swore, throwing the freaked girl ahead of him, pushing. But she needed no further encouragement as she started to sprint down the hall way. But it was disorientating, not seeing what lay in front and around her. All she was aware of was the green glow behind her, running after her in the darkness.
‘Matthew,’ she whimpered breathlessly but she heard no reply. The only contact the touch of the cool wall against her fingers as she tried to navigate her way. But she had to find Matthew. Then the light was gone and Sydney froze. Where did it go?
It didn’t run out, it was too abrupt for that. So what happened? Did he take a random turn?
Slowly she tried to walk forward, her hand reaching out in front of her, but a body barred her way in the darkness. She sobbed quietly and pressed herself against the wall, letting the darkness take her.
Where was Matthew?
*completed*
GENRE: Thriller
RATING: T (teenage)
SUMMARY: Two kids stand in the way of the taking of the Mona Lisa at the Lourve
LINK: http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/6...
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CHAPTER TEN: Lost
Sydney squeaked and the French men smiled, ‘gotcha,’ he whispered and Matthew swore, throwing the freaked girl ahead of him, pushing. But she needed no further encouragement as she started to sprint down the hall way. But it was disorientating, not seeing what lay in front and around her. All she was aware of was the green glow behind her, running after her in the darkness.
‘Matthew,’ she whimpered breathlessly but she heard no reply. The only contact the touch of the cool wall against her fingers as she tried to navigate her way. But she had to find Matthew. Then the light was gone and Sydney froze. Where did it go?
It didn’t run out, it was too abrupt for that. So what happened? Did he take a random turn?
Slowly she tried to walk forward, her hand reaching out in front of her, but a body barred her way in the darkness. She sobbed quietly and pressed herself against the wall, letting the darkness take her.
Where was Matthew?
(Hey, define your genre differences? Like the difference between YA and Teenage? :)These look good...)
HighSchool of the Dead:
*ongoing*
GENRE: Horror
RATING: YA (young adult)
SUMMARY: when a vaccine turns for the worse, Clare's school is turned into the 'HighSchool of the Dead'. Where nearly every person she knew is turned into a zombie, feasting on the leaving. THere's no escape, the virus, one bite and your dead. But maybe, they can find somewhere- a haven were there's no zombies. Maybe... oh god, maybe.
But all they can do is hope.
LINK: http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/5...
CHAPTER FIVE: Sick
Breathe…deep breaths. Argh! I rolled onto my side, and stared at Samantha’s peaceful face. She could sleep anywhere the lucky bugger. Then again my stomach twisted into knots as I remembered why I was here. When we got to school, our homeroom teacher took one look at us, said we shouldn’t be at school and sent us to the sick-bay. Truthfully I wished I hadn’t gone to school. Somehow I knew my day was only getting worse…
‘Put over him next to the English girl… yes, yes, they’re both a sleep. Yes, I’m sure.’
The school nurse’s trembling whiny voice broke through my daydreaming as she hurriedly helped the two PE teachers place the bloody man next Samantha. I quickly closed my eyes, not wanting to see what was happing before me. I already felt like being sick.
‘What happened?’ The nurse said in a rush, curiosity overpowering her disgust.
‘Where not sure,’ said the female PE teacher… Ms. White I think her name is. ‘A stranger was at the front gate, we were asked by the Principal to get rid of him… he didn’t say anything… but he was missing an arm…’ My eyes snapped open. Arm… ‘He was so badly wounded we didn’t know how he was still alive. It was like he was mauled by a beast… then he attacked John.’ Her voice cracked and nascence flooded me. Ms. White was just like her name, deathly pale and trembling. But she continued. It was like she was pleading the nurse to believe her. The man next to her was shaking his head as if he didn’t even believe it. Maybe he wasn’t there…‘There was so much blood. He just kept… eating him. Then we managed to, to… pull John away from the gate. The man was extremely strong. It was hard to get John back; than the man flung himself against the gate… it bent. But… I think he got bored, thought the …prey was too “hard” to bother with. He walked off… we tried calling the police, ambulance. None of them are picking up.
They said the…lines were busy-full…
I don’t think were the only ones who got attacked…’
By then I’m not sure if I fell asleep listing to the nervous teacher or if I fainted. Either way it was a few hours till I woke up again. Samantha was still asleep when I awoke and I smiled softly. But then someone groaned and I felt my stomach twist. Again, the groaning sounded and slowly I raised my head to look behind Samantha.
I stopped.
Behind Sam the man who was mauled by the deranged bastard was twisting and turning in his small single bed. I could see a thin sheet of sweat appearing on his head and I instantly felt scared. Something was seriously wrong.
The man’s breath was coming quick and heavy, then suddenly he screamed, his voice filling the air. I covered my ears and I heard myself scream too. What the hell was going on!
Then it stopped. No sound. No breath.
What… was he dead?
Just as the thought passed through my head, the man sat up; his movements were clumsily even, his eyes glazed and blank. There was something about him that screamed DEAD and it felt like he was going against nature by sitting up. Something was seriously wrong.
Then he turned towards me, opened his mouth and he screamed before lunging towards me. I didn’t scream, I didn’t run. I didn’t do anything.
I fainted…
*ongoing*
GENRE: Horror
RATING: YA (young adult)
SUMMARY: when a vaccine turns for the worse, Clare's school is turned into the 'HighSchool of the Dead'. Where nearly every person she knew is turned into a zombie, feasting on the leaving. THere's no escape, the virus, one bite and your dead. But maybe, they can find somewhere- a haven were there's no zombies. Maybe... oh god, maybe.
But all they can do is hope.
LINK: http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/5...
CHAPTER FIVE: Sick
Breathe…deep breaths. Argh! I rolled onto my side, and stared at Samantha’s peaceful face. She could sleep anywhere the lucky bugger. Then again my stomach twisted into knots as I remembered why I was here. When we got to school, our homeroom teacher took one look at us, said we shouldn’t be at school and sent us to the sick-bay. Truthfully I wished I hadn’t gone to school. Somehow I knew my day was only getting worse…
‘Put over him next to the English girl… yes, yes, they’re both a sleep. Yes, I’m sure.’
The school nurse’s trembling whiny voice broke through my daydreaming as she hurriedly helped the two PE teachers place the bloody man next Samantha. I quickly closed my eyes, not wanting to see what was happing before me. I already felt like being sick.
‘What happened?’ The nurse said in a rush, curiosity overpowering her disgust.
‘Where not sure,’ said the female PE teacher… Ms. White I think her name is. ‘A stranger was at the front gate, we were asked by the Principal to get rid of him… he didn’t say anything… but he was missing an arm…’ My eyes snapped open. Arm… ‘He was so badly wounded we didn’t know how he was still alive. It was like he was mauled by a beast… then he attacked John.’ Her voice cracked and nascence flooded me. Ms. White was just like her name, deathly pale and trembling. But she continued. It was like she was pleading the nurse to believe her. The man next to her was shaking his head as if he didn’t even believe it. Maybe he wasn’t there…‘There was so much blood. He just kept… eating him. Then we managed to, to… pull John away from the gate. The man was extremely strong. It was hard to get John back; than the man flung himself against the gate… it bent. But… I think he got bored, thought the …prey was too “hard” to bother with. He walked off… we tried calling the police, ambulance. None of them are picking up.
They said the…lines were busy-full…
I don’t think were the only ones who got attacked…’
By then I’m not sure if I fell asleep listing to the nervous teacher or if I fainted. Either way it was a few hours till I woke up again. Samantha was still asleep when I awoke and I smiled softly. But then someone groaned and I felt my stomach twist. Again, the groaning sounded and slowly I raised my head to look behind Samantha.
I stopped.
Behind Sam the man who was mauled by the deranged bastard was twisting and turning in his small single bed. I could see a thin sheet of sweat appearing on his head and I instantly felt scared. Something was seriously wrong.
The man’s breath was coming quick and heavy, then suddenly he screamed, his voice filling the air. I covered my ears and I heard myself scream too. What the hell was going on!
Then it stopped. No sound. No breath.
What… was he dead?
Just as the thought passed through my head, the man sat up; his movements were clumsily even, his eyes glazed and blank. There was something about him that screamed DEAD and it felt like he was going against nature by sitting up. Something was seriously wrong.
Then he turned towards me, opened his mouth and he screamed before lunging towards me. I didn’t scream, I didn’t run. I didn’t do anything.
I fainted…
SHORT STORIES:
ForeSight: http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/5...
Darkness that Lurks: T http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/5...
Ocean Eyes: G
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/6...
All that i Remember: T http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/6...
My Small World: G http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...
Abandoned: T
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/6...
and more... + a few poems
ForeSight: http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/5...
Darkness that Lurks: T http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/5...
Ocean Eyes: G
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/6...
All that i Remember: T http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/6...
My Small World: G http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...
Abandoned: T
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/6...
and more... + a few poems
Jordan wrote: "(Hey, define your genre differences? Like the difference between YA and Teenage? :)
These look good...)"
((ahaha- thanks
and ok... look up at the first comment...))
These look good...)"
((ahaha- thanks
and ok... look up at the first comment...))
Liberty Snow
*ongoing*
GENRE: Action
RATING: T
LINK: http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...
(please comment on the story so i know when to add another chapter)
DESCRIPTION:
A story i was writing a while ago randomly that i came across yesturday night.
i thought it was random, so i'm posting it :D
NOTE: it's pretty contempory writing- aka. teenage first person stuff lol. It's not as descriptive as 'Blood of Angels.' :D
Please be aware that it's REALLY rough, and just something fun i wrote (and currently somewhat finishing) so there will be mistakes :S
***
Liberty is an ordinary girl with major problems ranging from being a teenager to saving her sister who was kidnapped after one girl pushed her too far.
***i'll post more chapters when someone comments :D***
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CHAPTER ONE: Panadol for an Headahce (a prolouge)
Ahh crap! On the other side of the arena, three teenagers aged around sixteen, stood glaring at me. Like, come on, what did I ever do for them to hate me so much…? Oh, maybe it was their Tim-tam I ate… hey, not my problem I got the last one. But for some reason, I think it wasn’t the Tim-tam they were angry about. For next to me, I saw (more like felt) my partner tense. Why did he have to wear his shirt off, like come on, it was bad enough for me to wear a black, strappy leotard but really, are they purposely teasing me… or maybe he’s behind it… I saw my partner’s mouth twitch as if he knew what I was thinking and I stuck my tongue out at him. Yeah, I was bad ass. But, truthfully, I was just trying to preoccupy myself from the real problem. Three teenage boys, fully grown (most likely steroids or freakish training-much like my own-the cause) stood facing me, and it was only through them could I get to the finals and get my sister back, but I’m getting a head of myself. One step at a time, that’s what elder said. So I guess I should start at the beginning, that’s where all stories start isn’t it? So, we might as well begin, and get some Panadol for this major headache I’m getting from the crowd. Shessh, can’t a girl think…?
*ongoing*
GENRE: Action
RATING: T
LINK: http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...
(please comment on the story so i know when to add another chapter)
DESCRIPTION:
A story i was writing a while ago randomly that i came across yesturday night.
i thought it was random, so i'm posting it :D
NOTE: it's pretty contempory writing- aka. teenage first person stuff lol. It's not as descriptive as 'Blood of Angels.' :D
Please be aware that it's REALLY rough, and just something fun i wrote (and currently somewhat finishing) so there will be mistakes :S
***
Liberty is an ordinary girl with major problems ranging from being a teenager to saving her sister who was kidnapped after one girl pushed her too far.
***i'll post more chapters when someone comments :D***
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CHAPTER ONE: Panadol for an Headahce (a prolouge)
Ahh crap! On the other side of the arena, three teenagers aged around sixteen, stood glaring at me. Like, come on, what did I ever do for them to hate me so much…? Oh, maybe it was their Tim-tam I ate… hey, not my problem I got the last one. But for some reason, I think it wasn’t the Tim-tam they were angry about. For next to me, I saw (more like felt) my partner tense. Why did he have to wear his shirt off, like come on, it was bad enough for me to wear a black, strappy leotard but really, are they purposely teasing me… or maybe he’s behind it… I saw my partner’s mouth twitch as if he knew what I was thinking and I stuck my tongue out at him. Yeah, I was bad ass. But, truthfully, I was just trying to preoccupy myself from the real problem. Three teenage boys, fully grown (most likely steroids or freakish training-much like my own-the cause) stood facing me, and it was only through them could I get to the finals and get my sister back, but I’m getting a head of myself. One step at a time, that’s what elder said. So I guess I should start at the beginning, that’s where all stories start isn’t it? So, we might as well begin, and get some Panadol for this major headache I’m getting from the crowd. Shessh, can’t a girl think…?
QUESTION!!!!!!!!!!!
do you want me to start uploading 'Blood of angels' again???!!!!!
i deleted it because people can easily steal my ideas etc.... but...
do you want me to start uploading 'Blood of angels' again???!!!!!
i deleted it because people can easily steal my ideas etc.... but...
Regan ♥ wrote: "Dayna wrote: "QUESTION!!!!!!!!!!!
do you want me to start uploading 'Blood of angels' again???!!!!!
i deleted it because people can easily steal my ideas etc.... but..."
YES!!!!! ;D"
ahahaha. but i'm not sure >_<
argh. it's so annoying.
because i shouldn't upload it if i want to get it published for copyright reasons etc. but im' to scared to send it to a publisher when i finish it...
T_T
i'm nearly finished it to... i'm at the part, the calm befor the storm, when they FINALLY find out who they all really are and SKY & VIOLET Have FINALLY met!!!!!!
YAY!!!
lol. so now i'm all in first person XD
ahah. did you read those chapters?
hmm... tell you what.
when i finish it!!
and i better >_<
do you want me to send it to you?
do you want me to start uploading 'Blood of angels' again???!!!!!
i deleted it because people can easily steal my ideas etc.... but..."
YES!!!!! ;D"
ahahaha. but i'm not sure >_<
argh. it's so annoying.
because i shouldn't upload it if i want to get it published for copyright reasons etc. but im' to scared to send it to a publisher when i finish it...
T_T
i'm nearly finished it to... i'm at the part, the calm befor the storm, when they FINALLY find out who they all really are and SKY & VIOLET Have FINALLY met!!!!!!
YAY!!!
lol. so now i'm all in first person XD
ahah. did you read those chapters?
hmm... tell you what.
when i finish it!!
and i better >_<
do you want me to send it to you?
omg REALLY???!!! Raine? OMG!!!!! :O
omg omg omg OMG!!! OH MY BLOODY FREAKEN GOD!!! XD
just promised me something- we better send our stories to the publishers at different times lol.
i don't want our stories being the last two standing... omg the suspense!!! AHHHHHH!!!
sorry- everyone's at currently on a bus at 10pm at night off to see this random person that i still need a name for... hmm... maybe Micheal... YES!!!
the archangel Micheal XD
muahahhhahahahahha.
were about to meet a full feldge angel People!!!
*round of applusase*
:D
hehe.
but awwww- the poor angel is going to be a mess...
but at least he's goign to have ANSWERS!!!!!
*sighs*
finally...
sorry- i'm kinda working things out here ahahahaha.
omg omg omg OMG!!! OH MY BLOODY FREAKEN GOD!!! XD
just promised me something- we better send our stories to the publishers at different times lol.
i don't want our stories being the last two standing... omg the suspense!!! AHHHHHH!!!
sorry- everyone's at currently on a bus at 10pm at night off to see this random person that i still need a name for... hmm... maybe Micheal... YES!!!
the archangel Micheal XD
muahahhhahahahahha.
were about to meet a full feldge angel People!!!
*round of applusase*
:D
hehe.
but awwww- the poor angel is going to be a mess...
but at least he's goign to have ANSWERS!!!!!
*sighs*
finally...
sorry- i'm kinda working things out here ahahahaha.
Regan ♥ wrote: "Yeah, I did :)
And yessss :D I'm nearly finished with mine too!"
oh- and also. how many words is yours so far? How much longer do you have to go...?
Mines just over 25 000 with just under about another 10 000 words to go :O maybe... thats just a guess.
but yeah... a YA book has quite a large word range but the adverage is usually around 30 000 or something....
And yessss :D I'm nearly finished with mine too!"
oh- and also. how many words is yours so far? How much longer do you have to go...?
Mines just over 25 000 with just under about another 10 000 words to go :O maybe... thats just a guess.
but yeah... a YA book has quite a large word range but the adverage is usually around 30 000 or something....
Regan ♥ wrote: "I've got 38,000. I want to get up to 50,000 though, so it shouldn't be that hard. Hopefully.
And that's gooood :)"
omg you have 38 000- you make me look like an amutar T_T ahaha. jks. but still YIKES!
You haven't uploaded much then... woah.
Yikes. That's it, i'm aiming for 40 000 now XD
ahahaha. hopefully i won't give up. *starts puffing randomly like she's down a 300m sprint*
ahahah.
but i can't wait to read the rest of yours XD
hmmm... i have been planning to go through and mature NatxVi hate/love relationship a bit more... :D
YAY more lovey-dovey scenes which are kinda awquad to write seeming i've never done any of the stuff O.O
i think of it like this; i've never exploded men into gorey firewords ever SO WHATS the DIFFERENCE!!!
ahahahaha lol...
i practically know everything from reading ahaha.
you learn a lot from reading from magix to falling in love to magic to every sort of ways to die or kill someone. O~O
it was kind of iffy a few weeks ago when my friend was talking to me about her "boy" troubles and the more i listened the more she sounded like Sky that it was freaky. Besides having more golden hair and skin covered in frekles- there kinda simualr ahahah. it was a bit like. Well, i'll tell you what to do when i finish my story- i'm kinda having the same problem at the moment.. O~O
XD
And that's gooood :)"
omg you have 38 000- you make me look like an amutar T_T ahaha. jks. but still YIKES!
You haven't uploaded much then... woah.
Yikes. That's it, i'm aiming for 40 000 now XD
ahahaha. hopefully i won't give up. *starts puffing randomly like she's down a 300m sprint*
ahahah.
but i can't wait to read the rest of yours XD
hmmm... i have been planning to go through and mature NatxVi hate/love relationship a bit more... :D
YAY more lovey-dovey scenes which are kinda awquad to write seeming i've never done any of the stuff O.O
i think of it like this; i've never exploded men into gorey firewords ever SO WHATS the DIFFERENCE!!!
ahahahaha lol...
i practically know everything from reading ahaha.
you learn a lot from reading from magix to falling in love to magic to every sort of ways to die or kill someone. O~O
it was kind of iffy a few weeks ago when my friend was talking to me about her "boy" troubles and the more i listened the more she sounded like Sky that it was freaky. Besides having more golden hair and skin covered in frekles- there kinda simualr ahahah. it was a bit like. Well, i'll tell you what to do when i finish my story- i'm kinda having the same problem at the moment.. O~O
XD
ahahah same. i wouldn't be surprised if i find myself at lost and flipping through some of my adult and YA books taking notes.. acutally, sadly, i can see myself doing that O~O
ahaha lol.
and really? woah. i've read a lot of your story then :D ahaha.
and yeah i find myself doing that to.
i try to edit edit edit- but i always miss stuff when i read it on here. SO annoying i hate it!!! XD
i suck so bad at editing- everyone tells me so which is funny- even my teachers. Lol. all my english teachers are like, 'dayna you are great and expressive when it comes to writing but you just need to go EDIT!'
argh. meh. lol.
ahaha lol.
and really? woah. i've read a lot of your story then :D ahaha.
and yeah i find myself doing that to.
i try to edit edit edit- but i always miss stuff when i read it on here. SO annoying i hate it!!! XD
i suck so bad at editing- everyone tells me so which is funny- even my teachers. Lol. all my english teachers are like, 'dayna you are great and expressive when it comes to writing but you just need to go EDIT!'
argh. meh. lol.
lol. i think everyone does- actually, the day i delteted my story off goodreads- i had someone propse me the idea of her editing my story but in the end i thanked her and delted it anyway...
:D my friends can do it XD
:D my friends can do it XD
ahah. naa. my friends would- were already doing a joint project for my friend rachy because her siblings said they would give her $50 if she wrote a 20 000 word story ahahaha.
From a story i'm working on: Dark Creautes though i have now changed it from Monsters to Murders.. should i change back?
CHAPTER 1:
First death
I payed little attention to the teacher droning on in front of me as I waited for the minute hand to reach the twelve. The afternoon notices meant little too me today, to anyone really, as the old lady continued in a monotone voice. Instead of listening, I rested my head on the desk- trying to block out the continuous voice and the nightmares of Susie Clay’s death.
The young woman died at exactly ten pm last night, but to me, she died two nights ago. Well, that’s when I saw it happen that is.
It is Friday afternoon, and the class of 10 blue is restless as they waited for the start of holidays. It seemed ironic that the very thing Susie was looking forward to- she will miss. In a way it’s very sad. But I guess she will live the moment over and over again in her minion’s thoughts. She was watching from above now the principle had said at this morning’s assembly but not all of us are so sure. To us God is just another mystery that needs to be solved- just like Susie’s death. They said it was murder and no one doubts it- there were already a few “unofficial” rumoured culprits. They found her in her house with multiple stab wounds to her chest- her heart cut out of her body and nowhere to be found; stolen as she laid on her bedroom floor, alone, in a puddle of her own blood. Her eyes were closed when her parents found her, there screams carrying out through the neighbourhood. Posters of her idols looming over her from the walls- keeping their secrets that everyone needed. But the scariest part is that the murderer is still living among us. At this stage there is no motive or clues. He or she is an unknown. It could be any one of us- maybe someone in this very class room.
No one knows… besides me- but even then I’m not sure.
He’s just a shadow in my dream- the reaper himself.
But these things are best kept alone as I’m about to learn.
Unlike the rest of the class, and most likely school, I wasn’t looking forward to the holidays. My parents are scientists (meaning I could never confide in them unless I wanted to be laughed at) and they were called a few days ago with the news of them travelling to the Amazon to do studies on the deforestation taking place. And in a way I wanted them to leave, to get out, so they didn’t have to face the horror that was going on here in our small town of Maple. But it meant losing all safety of the meaning “home”. I was on my own… well, not exactly. On what you could call the plus side, my older sister, 17 year old Sara Chambers was also not going but she was staying because she hated the ‘hot hot’- as she calls the weather. So my sister is looking after me, what fun! I think I would rather tell my parents and let them think I was loony while they explained all the science behind why these visions weren’t real then tell my sister and with her the whole student body of my “fantasies” and to “watch out” for me…
In the end, I think I would take my chances. But besides- this way it means, in a way, that I was really on my own.
Some where outside my deep thoughts, a bell sounded, echoing throughout the school and suddenly State Melbrone High was full of running, pushing, screaming, texting teenagers! I sighed and grabbed my shoulder bag from beside my desk and headed out the door, pushing past the bustle of kids, ignoring their complaints. It seems that even a death of one of our own wasn’t going to dumb down the excitement of holidays. Susie wasn’t a much “loved” person with her bitchy personality and over confident piercing gaze. I guess we can forget the past and start again- it was the end of the year. But when it comes down to it, I just endured one torture only to go home and have to suffer another one where complaints are only the beginning. What fun!
I glanced over to where Mandy was pushing her way through the crowd towards me, fighting the current, report card in hand.
‘I didn’t fail Maths!’ I think she was screaming at me over the bustle and I saw a girl swear at her as she accidently elbowed her in the side. Oops.
I walked over to her, trying to smile beside my grim thoughts as she grinned, her chocolate eyes large against her tanned skin.
‘Good on ya,’ I said trying to sound excited but my heart wasn’t in it even though she had every right to be generally congratulated. About a third of the year in Advance math either failed or is just going down to ordinary for the sake of it. It was really quite depressing. My father blamed the teaching but I’d just say math’s wasn’t on the priories list at the moment.
I sighed and rubbed my eyes, feeling slow.
‘Tired,’ Mandy asked as we exited the school grounds and I nodded.
‘Obviously,’ I mumbled as she shoved her report card into her bag as we walked.
‘Awww,’ was all she said as she patted my shoulder before glancing over beyond me.
‘Poor Kyle,’ she said softly as stopped at the crossing, and I glanced over at the boy with gelled spike dark hair standing by the bus stop, speakers in ears, as his friends chatted noisily behind him. Everyone knew that Susie was going to dump the young man before the holidays. Maybe it was last night sometime but he has already denied ever going to her house to the police. But that doesn’t mean the whole student body wasn’t suspicious.
He’s been a depressed moron all day.
Not that the girls were complaining. He was finally open…
I shook my head in disbelief at Mandy and she raised her eyebrows.
‘What?’ She asked defensively but I only smiled as the green little man flashed from across the road and we started to walk.
‘Nothing,’ was all I said and she laughed heartedly and punched me softly in the arm.
But I couldn’t shake the feeling something was wrong.
‘I’m home!’ I yelled as I pushed open the wooden front door while brushing back a long piece of hair that had escaped my pony tail. I stumbled my way through the door- my other hand packed with my sports bag- before dropping my load on a chair beside the kitchen counter. I waved back to my mum as she frantically paced in the living room, talking on the phone in front of me but other than that short ‘hello’ there was no welcome. It was all business with not a single, ‘Hey Felicity,’ in sight. I sighed. It was always ‘rush, rush, rush’ in these situations, and it was usually best to always go hide.
I passed my mum who was wearing demean shorts and a baby, green tank top while her dark, straight hair was pulled into a loose high pony tail at the back. I noticed hair already flying loose, sticking to her puffed, red face as she placed her hand on one of the three, huge bags that were leaning on the back couch, looking like they were going to burst. I rolled my eyes. That’s what you get when you have parents that didn’t believe in taking more than three bags. Then, sighing softly, I walked up to my bedroom. I would say goodbye later- they weren’t leaving for another two hours and a half at six. I had time to burn before they departed. But as I walked to my bed, I caught a whiff of my reflection in my mirror and I nearly died of shook. The majority of my dark chocolate hair had fallen out of its pony tail and hung loosely around my face in a giant mess but what really got to me were my large dark green eyes with silver flicks. Flicks that never used to be there... I gazed underneath my eyes to where dark purple colouring touched my face standing shockingly out against my pale skin, like bruises in contrast. Ever since my dream about Susie Cole I hadn’t had a decent night sleep; death and blood plaguing my dreams every time I shut my eyes.
It sucked big time.
With a large sigh that turned into a yawn- I collapsed onto my double bed, letting the lavender and white swirls calm me and with seconds, darkness claimed me.
Please there be no dreams.
CHAPTER 1:
First death
I payed little attention to the teacher droning on in front of me as I waited for the minute hand to reach the twelve. The afternoon notices meant little too me today, to anyone really, as the old lady continued in a monotone voice. Instead of listening, I rested my head on the desk- trying to block out the continuous voice and the nightmares of Susie Clay’s death.
The young woman died at exactly ten pm last night, but to me, she died two nights ago. Well, that’s when I saw it happen that is.
It is Friday afternoon, and the class of 10 blue is restless as they waited for the start of holidays. It seemed ironic that the very thing Susie was looking forward to- she will miss. In a way it’s very sad. But I guess she will live the moment over and over again in her minion’s thoughts. She was watching from above now the principle had said at this morning’s assembly but not all of us are so sure. To us God is just another mystery that needs to be solved- just like Susie’s death. They said it was murder and no one doubts it- there were already a few “unofficial” rumoured culprits. They found her in her house with multiple stab wounds to her chest- her heart cut out of her body and nowhere to be found; stolen as she laid on her bedroom floor, alone, in a puddle of her own blood. Her eyes were closed when her parents found her, there screams carrying out through the neighbourhood. Posters of her idols looming over her from the walls- keeping their secrets that everyone needed. But the scariest part is that the murderer is still living among us. At this stage there is no motive or clues. He or she is an unknown. It could be any one of us- maybe someone in this very class room.
No one knows… besides me- but even then I’m not sure.
He’s just a shadow in my dream- the reaper himself.
But these things are best kept alone as I’m about to learn.
Unlike the rest of the class, and most likely school, I wasn’t looking forward to the holidays. My parents are scientists (meaning I could never confide in them unless I wanted to be laughed at) and they were called a few days ago with the news of them travelling to the Amazon to do studies on the deforestation taking place. And in a way I wanted them to leave, to get out, so they didn’t have to face the horror that was going on here in our small town of Maple. But it meant losing all safety of the meaning “home”. I was on my own… well, not exactly. On what you could call the plus side, my older sister, 17 year old Sara Chambers was also not going but she was staying because she hated the ‘hot hot’- as she calls the weather. So my sister is looking after me, what fun! I think I would rather tell my parents and let them think I was loony while they explained all the science behind why these visions weren’t real then tell my sister and with her the whole student body of my “fantasies” and to “watch out” for me…
In the end, I think I would take my chances. But besides- this way it means, in a way, that I was really on my own.
Some where outside my deep thoughts, a bell sounded, echoing throughout the school and suddenly State Melbrone High was full of running, pushing, screaming, texting teenagers! I sighed and grabbed my shoulder bag from beside my desk and headed out the door, pushing past the bustle of kids, ignoring their complaints. It seems that even a death of one of our own wasn’t going to dumb down the excitement of holidays. Susie wasn’t a much “loved” person with her bitchy personality and over confident piercing gaze. I guess we can forget the past and start again- it was the end of the year. But when it comes down to it, I just endured one torture only to go home and have to suffer another one where complaints are only the beginning. What fun!
I glanced over to where Mandy was pushing her way through the crowd towards me, fighting the current, report card in hand.
‘I didn’t fail Maths!’ I think she was screaming at me over the bustle and I saw a girl swear at her as she accidently elbowed her in the side. Oops.
I walked over to her, trying to smile beside my grim thoughts as she grinned, her chocolate eyes large against her tanned skin.
‘Good on ya,’ I said trying to sound excited but my heart wasn’t in it even though she had every right to be generally congratulated. About a third of the year in Advance math either failed or is just going down to ordinary for the sake of it. It was really quite depressing. My father blamed the teaching but I’d just say math’s wasn’t on the priories list at the moment.
I sighed and rubbed my eyes, feeling slow.
‘Tired,’ Mandy asked as we exited the school grounds and I nodded.
‘Obviously,’ I mumbled as she shoved her report card into her bag as we walked.
‘Awww,’ was all she said as she patted my shoulder before glancing over beyond me.
‘Poor Kyle,’ she said softly as stopped at the crossing, and I glanced over at the boy with gelled spike dark hair standing by the bus stop, speakers in ears, as his friends chatted noisily behind him. Everyone knew that Susie was going to dump the young man before the holidays. Maybe it was last night sometime but he has already denied ever going to her house to the police. But that doesn’t mean the whole student body wasn’t suspicious.
He’s been a depressed moron all day.
Not that the girls were complaining. He was finally open…
I shook my head in disbelief at Mandy and she raised her eyebrows.
‘What?’ She asked defensively but I only smiled as the green little man flashed from across the road and we started to walk.
‘Nothing,’ was all I said and she laughed heartedly and punched me softly in the arm.
But I couldn’t shake the feeling something was wrong.
‘I’m home!’ I yelled as I pushed open the wooden front door while brushing back a long piece of hair that had escaped my pony tail. I stumbled my way through the door- my other hand packed with my sports bag- before dropping my load on a chair beside the kitchen counter. I waved back to my mum as she frantically paced in the living room, talking on the phone in front of me but other than that short ‘hello’ there was no welcome. It was all business with not a single, ‘Hey Felicity,’ in sight. I sighed. It was always ‘rush, rush, rush’ in these situations, and it was usually best to always go hide.
I passed my mum who was wearing demean shorts and a baby, green tank top while her dark, straight hair was pulled into a loose high pony tail at the back. I noticed hair already flying loose, sticking to her puffed, red face as she placed her hand on one of the three, huge bags that were leaning on the back couch, looking like they were going to burst. I rolled my eyes. That’s what you get when you have parents that didn’t believe in taking more than three bags. Then, sighing softly, I walked up to my bedroom. I would say goodbye later- they weren’t leaving for another two hours and a half at six. I had time to burn before they departed. But as I walked to my bed, I caught a whiff of my reflection in my mirror and I nearly died of shook. The majority of my dark chocolate hair had fallen out of its pony tail and hung loosely around my face in a giant mess but what really got to me were my large dark green eyes with silver flicks. Flicks that never used to be there... I gazed underneath my eyes to where dark purple colouring touched my face standing shockingly out against my pale skin, like bruises in contrast. Ever since my dream about Susie Cole I hadn’t had a decent night sleep; death and blood plaguing my dreams every time I shut my eyes.
It sucked big time.
With a large sigh that turned into a yawn- I collapsed onto my double bed, letting the lavender and white swirls calm me and with seconds, darkness claimed me.
Please there be no dreams.
CHAPTER 2:
The dream
As per usual, I was running. From what- I don’t know. I just had to get away.
The forest had engulfed me long ago, surrounding me. My legs were moving freely in the short, silk dress that covered my curves, my feet cut and bruised. Thunder sounded above head, drops falling from the sky and panic filled me at the sight of rain. I started to run faster. The ground was becoming slippery with mud, and in some parts, small rivers ran as the rain started to pelt down from the sky.
I was semi-conscious about my see through dress, the mud that caked my skin but as I ran, I was washed clean but as I progressed through the forest my run became a slow crawl so I didn’t stumble as much. But after awhile I was cold and shacking uncontrollable and completely covered in mud. I sighed.
The rain had decreased a little bit, and a fresh smell of decaying, damp soil and clean air filled me.
I straightened up and glanced around me, a sense of déjà vu cloaking me.
The forest hadn’t changed; it looked the same as it did for the last two hours I spent running. The same forest I visited when Susie died.
I groaned in frustration and continued walking and after heaps of close-calls, I eventually did fall into the mud. I didn’t move. I laid in the mud for a few minutes, seeing no point in getting back up. It was a nice change, the warm mud, from the ice cold rain and I welcomed it gladly.
When the rain softened even more to a light drizzle, I sat up. I was caked in mud, stiffing my movements and I sighed. I was about to head off again when something caught my eye. I froze.
Lying on the ground, below my feet, was a blood red rose, half covered in mud as it laid in the mush. Slowly, after a conflicting second, I bent down and picked it up. The thorns digging into me but I didn’t care. My fear dulled every other emotion I could create beside one other. The sense of being watched- it was exactly the same as the first time.
The rose, being watched, the forest; it was all the same as when I watched Susie’s death. I groaned inwardly. Not again. Then, as if on cue- I heard the scream.
I froze. Then after a moment of waiting, I started to run fear and panic fuelling my legs as I raced through the forest at top speed in till I reached the clearing. But this time it was different, it seemed to be the only thing that changed in this forest.
Last time I was here, there was a door leading to Susie’s bedroom but this time there was no door. This time there was a path leading deeper into the forest. But instead of trees like before, the branches seemed to connect together, entwining closer and closer in till there was no light at all. And from that, the buildings began.
I found Brianna Stewart walking along the cement pavement, only a ten minute walk from her house, heading towards Maroon Park. She was on her way to buy coffee and milk for her mother- the moon just coming out as the sky quickly grew dark. It was summer so it must be around seven I guessed as I watched her wavy dark brown hair fall out of her hair band as she started to stumble through the thicker parts of the forest- opposite to the shops. She was one of Susie’s close friends- one of her minions. She was a lovely girl just slightly confused where her alliances were- being mixed up with the wrong company.
The poor girl…
Then I saw him.
He was just a shadow a few metres away from her in the forest. Like before I couldn’t see his face, he was camouflaged with the shadows- dressed in black. I couldn’t even tell if it was a boy or girl with the baggy leather jacket. He was a figure watching- just like me.
But I knew better. We were nothing alike.
I watched helplessly as the person walked up to the Brianna. At first she was shaken but she seemed to relax when she saw his or her face. They knew each other- just like Susie knew them and I didn’t know what to do. The last time with Susie, I tried to help, attack the person as they stood waiting in the girl bedroom, watching, as she got ready for bed- their face a blur but nothing worked. I kicked, punch, screamed but I was merely an image from the present seeing the future. It was best just to watch and stay quiet.
So I just stood there watching as the same thing that happened with Susie happened in front of me with Brianna. The knife plunging, slicing, as the girl screamed, tears falling down my face as I tried to look away. But I couldn’t. It was like it wasn’t fair that she had to go through this alone. I started to run towards the girl, trying to see the murderer but I knew it was useless as Brianna collapsed to the ground and the person, with above average height leaned over the girl
The girl was past help and suddenly a pain in my hand made me gasp.
It was the rose. But what was once the colour of blood red petals was now a deep, vibrant, midnight blue. Just like with Susie.
The girl’s life was gone, as the petal’s started to fall.
I dropped the rose stem and wiped my watering eyes. It was still the future, it could be changed- it had to be. Then I saw something in the bushes, a rustling. I turned around to meet dark eyes, nearly as black as the vampires, with a hint of blue… but that’s not what shocked me- they were familiar. I knew them, from somewhere, a different time.
I felt my muscles tense as the boy moved out of the bushes, towards me. He had scruffy black hair, and was no older than me, while he stared at me confused. He had seen me, he can see me. It was wrong. No one is supposed to be able to see me. He took a step towards me but it was all too much. The vampire was still there, huddled over the young girl’s body even though she was long gone, her body was still warm. Blood was filling the ally, and I could see it running down the rocks as my breath became quicker and quicker as my chest heaved trying to contain my pounding heart. Then I spun on my hills and ran. I didn’t hear the boy continue to advance and I really couldn’t care less as my own lively blood pounded in my ears. I just wanted out. Out of this horror, out of the unknown; I wanted safe ground. I wanted to know what to expect on every step. I hated being so blind!
So I ran- always running, forever running- in the forest of blue roses that melted at my touch.
The dream
As per usual, I was running. From what- I don’t know. I just had to get away.
The forest had engulfed me long ago, surrounding me. My legs were moving freely in the short, silk dress that covered my curves, my feet cut and bruised. Thunder sounded above head, drops falling from the sky and panic filled me at the sight of rain. I started to run faster. The ground was becoming slippery with mud, and in some parts, small rivers ran as the rain started to pelt down from the sky.
I was semi-conscious about my see through dress, the mud that caked my skin but as I ran, I was washed clean but as I progressed through the forest my run became a slow crawl so I didn’t stumble as much. But after awhile I was cold and shacking uncontrollable and completely covered in mud. I sighed.
The rain had decreased a little bit, and a fresh smell of decaying, damp soil and clean air filled me.
I straightened up and glanced around me, a sense of déjà vu cloaking me.
The forest hadn’t changed; it looked the same as it did for the last two hours I spent running. The same forest I visited when Susie died.
I groaned in frustration and continued walking and after heaps of close-calls, I eventually did fall into the mud. I didn’t move. I laid in the mud for a few minutes, seeing no point in getting back up. It was a nice change, the warm mud, from the ice cold rain and I welcomed it gladly.
When the rain softened even more to a light drizzle, I sat up. I was caked in mud, stiffing my movements and I sighed. I was about to head off again when something caught my eye. I froze.
Lying on the ground, below my feet, was a blood red rose, half covered in mud as it laid in the mush. Slowly, after a conflicting second, I bent down and picked it up. The thorns digging into me but I didn’t care. My fear dulled every other emotion I could create beside one other. The sense of being watched- it was exactly the same as the first time.
The rose, being watched, the forest; it was all the same as when I watched Susie’s death. I groaned inwardly. Not again. Then, as if on cue- I heard the scream.
I froze. Then after a moment of waiting, I started to run fear and panic fuelling my legs as I raced through the forest at top speed in till I reached the clearing. But this time it was different, it seemed to be the only thing that changed in this forest.
Last time I was here, there was a door leading to Susie’s bedroom but this time there was no door. This time there was a path leading deeper into the forest. But instead of trees like before, the branches seemed to connect together, entwining closer and closer in till there was no light at all. And from that, the buildings began.
I found Brianna Stewart walking along the cement pavement, only a ten minute walk from her house, heading towards Maroon Park. She was on her way to buy coffee and milk for her mother- the moon just coming out as the sky quickly grew dark. It was summer so it must be around seven I guessed as I watched her wavy dark brown hair fall out of her hair band as she started to stumble through the thicker parts of the forest- opposite to the shops. She was one of Susie’s close friends- one of her minions. She was a lovely girl just slightly confused where her alliances were- being mixed up with the wrong company.
The poor girl…
Then I saw him.
He was just a shadow a few metres away from her in the forest. Like before I couldn’t see his face, he was camouflaged with the shadows- dressed in black. I couldn’t even tell if it was a boy or girl with the baggy leather jacket. He was a figure watching- just like me.
But I knew better. We were nothing alike.
I watched helplessly as the person walked up to the Brianna. At first she was shaken but she seemed to relax when she saw his or her face. They knew each other- just like Susie knew them and I didn’t know what to do. The last time with Susie, I tried to help, attack the person as they stood waiting in the girl bedroom, watching, as she got ready for bed- their face a blur but nothing worked. I kicked, punch, screamed but I was merely an image from the present seeing the future. It was best just to watch and stay quiet.
So I just stood there watching as the same thing that happened with Susie happened in front of me with Brianna. The knife plunging, slicing, as the girl screamed, tears falling down my face as I tried to look away. But I couldn’t. It was like it wasn’t fair that she had to go through this alone. I started to run towards the girl, trying to see the murderer but I knew it was useless as Brianna collapsed to the ground and the person, with above average height leaned over the girl
The girl was past help and suddenly a pain in my hand made me gasp.
It was the rose. But what was once the colour of blood red petals was now a deep, vibrant, midnight blue. Just like with Susie.
The girl’s life was gone, as the petal’s started to fall.
I dropped the rose stem and wiped my watering eyes. It was still the future, it could be changed- it had to be. Then I saw something in the bushes, a rustling. I turned around to meet dark eyes, nearly as black as the vampires, with a hint of blue… but that’s not what shocked me- they were familiar. I knew them, from somewhere, a different time.
I felt my muscles tense as the boy moved out of the bushes, towards me. He had scruffy black hair, and was no older than me, while he stared at me confused. He had seen me, he can see me. It was wrong. No one is supposed to be able to see me. He took a step towards me but it was all too much. The vampire was still there, huddled over the young girl’s body even though she was long gone, her body was still warm. Blood was filling the ally, and I could see it running down the rocks as my breath became quicker and quicker as my chest heaved trying to contain my pounding heart. Then I spun on my hills and ran. I didn’t hear the boy continue to advance and I really couldn’t care less as my own lively blood pounded in my ears. I just wanted out. Out of this horror, out of the unknown; I wanted safe ground. I wanted to know what to expect on every step. I hated being so blind!
So I ran- always running, forever running- in the forest of blue roses that melted at my touch.
Mod
*reads over comments*
Okay, mine is way to long then :P
Id love to read both of yours when they are finished-and they both have AMAZING titles!
Why is yours to long?
Really- it's quite wide form about 20 000- 80 000 i think. But general is around 40 000...
is that what i wrote above???
and YAY!!! XD
and what time is it over there jess..?
it's like 10.15pm here...
Really- it's quite wide form about 20 000- 80 000 i think. But general is around 40 000...
is that what i wrote above???
and YAY!!! XD
and what time is it over there jess..?
it's like 10.15pm here...
Mod
okay, thats not bad then.
Ive got 51,254 exactly.
im going to guess another 10 thousand words to go. The Main Characters are almost about to find the first of four/five clues to the mystery. Its un-edited, so i will probably add and take more.
And its 10:10 now. And im going to bed.
ooh, Dayna, want a random fact of the day?
Turns out, on my birth certificate my name is "Renee" not Jess.
So i have no idea how i ended up with that name.
But i prefer Jess :)
PS: I love your profile pic!!!
woah. i'm so far behind everyone else T_T
and really? ahahahah. cool. did you parents change it at the last second or something?
and really- thanxs :D
i made it along with a few others as "id cards" for our music assignment :)
and really? ahahahah. cool. did you parents change it at the last second or something?
and really- thanxs :D
i made it along with a few others as "id cards" for our music assignment :)
Regan ♥ wrote: "Oh coool! :D"
I'M POSTING BLOOD OF ANGELS BACK UP!!! XD
it may take a while to get back to its original place, i'll do a chapter a week- maybe two/three XD
but yeah. i've been reeassured and i'll just take it down when my friends and you guys have finished it :D
I'M POSTING BLOOD OF ANGELS BACK UP!!! XD
it may take a while to get back to its original place, i'll do a chapter a week- maybe two/three XD
but yeah. i've been reeassured and i'll just take it down when my friends and you guys have finished it :D
Fear:
Horror
Teenage
Shortish novel story
My first finished story
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LINK: http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...
My first ever finished long story- even if it's only 7 000 or so words O~O.
it's ok, and based on alot of different movies, tv shows and books + mangas.
About a TV game show where all the participants have broken the law in some way and now they have recieved a letter.
For more info. read prolouge- it's kinda hard to explain...
oh and most of the chapters are quite short with a few long ones here and there (but there kinda rare)
anyway- it's pretty mucked up....
Day 0 (which should be 1 O~O anyway...)
‘Funny how alcohol and music can mask fear’, I thought to myself as I watched the electric atmosphere in front of me from where I sat on a small red cushion in the corner. The TV room was large with a giant LCD screen on the wall and heaps of sofas and cushions rested everywhere but only a few girls and boys used them. Most people were dancing in the middle of the room, cans in hands that were nicely provided through the food belt, and I started to realise that none of us where taking this game seriously… well not yet at least. I, myself, have been in a dream state every since I received the letter. It was like the daily routine of life didn’t apply to me anymore, that I was meant to be somewhere else. And now that I was here, in this room far from the sight of god, I was starting to wonder if this was where I was supposed to be, if I had it correct. But does it matter? We all have more important issues revolving around why we were here. The wolf- the creature who is meant to kill us all. And like, yeah, sure we were wondering who the wolf was- could it the brown dude pashing the blonde chick, or my English best friend who is madly dancing with another Asian chick, maybe it was the innocent and young couple talking on the other side of the room. Or was it the hot dude standing next to me? Which makes me come think about it, what the hell was he standing next to me to begin with?!
‘Um… do you have a problem?’ I asked him, talking over the music.
He looked down at me from where he leaned against the pale walls; his dark warm brown eyes engulfing me as they gazed down with interest. But he didn’t smile which made him seem a bit hostile. The messy Spanish coloured hair that hanged in front of his eyes didn’t help either.
‘Not with you Shorty,’ he said softly, his voice seductive, ‘I just find this whole game thing a bit overrated.’ He said truthfully and I rolled my eyes. Same; not that I would actually say that on air with millions of people watching… including the government. Rule number One, don’t diss the game. You will only die quicker. I decided another approach.
‘Then why are you here?’
I saw a twitch at the side of his mouth, barely noticeable.
‘For the same reason you’re here- we didn’t have a choice did we?’
Horror
Teenage
Shortish novel story
My first finished story
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LINK: http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...
My first ever finished long story- even if it's only 7 000 or so words O~O.
it's ok, and based on alot of different movies, tv shows and books + mangas.
About a TV game show where all the participants have broken the law in some way and now they have recieved a letter.
For more info. read prolouge- it's kinda hard to explain...
oh and most of the chapters are quite short with a few long ones here and there (but there kinda rare)
anyway- it's pretty mucked up....
Day 0 (which should be 1 O~O anyway...)
‘Funny how alcohol and music can mask fear’, I thought to myself as I watched the electric atmosphere in front of me from where I sat on a small red cushion in the corner. The TV room was large with a giant LCD screen on the wall and heaps of sofas and cushions rested everywhere but only a few girls and boys used them. Most people were dancing in the middle of the room, cans in hands that were nicely provided through the food belt, and I started to realise that none of us where taking this game seriously… well not yet at least. I, myself, have been in a dream state every since I received the letter. It was like the daily routine of life didn’t apply to me anymore, that I was meant to be somewhere else. And now that I was here, in this room far from the sight of god, I was starting to wonder if this was where I was supposed to be, if I had it correct. But does it matter? We all have more important issues revolving around why we were here. The wolf- the creature who is meant to kill us all. And like, yeah, sure we were wondering who the wolf was- could it the brown dude pashing the blonde chick, or my English best friend who is madly dancing with another Asian chick, maybe it was the innocent and young couple talking on the other side of the room. Or was it the hot dude standing next to me? Which makes me come think about it, what the hell was he standing next to me to begin with?!
‘Um… do you have a problem?’ I asked him, talking over the music.
He looked down at me from where he leaned against the pale walls; his dark warm brown eyes engulfing me as they gazed down with interest. But he didn’t smile which made him seem a bit hostile. The messy Spanish coloured hair that hanged in front of his eyes didn’t help either.
‘Not with you Shorty,’ he said softly, his voice seductive, ‘I just find this whole game thing a bit overrated.’ He said truthfully and I rolled my eyes. Same; not that I would actually say that on air with millions of people watching… including the government. Rule number One, don’t diss the game. You will only die quicker. I decided another approach.
‘Then why are you here?’
I saw a twitch at the side of his mouth, barely noticeable.
‘For the same reason you’re here- we didn’t have a choice did we?’
OMG- Blood of Angels is close to finishing- SOOOOOO CLOSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
it's 40 407 words at the moment. but it will be most likely aroune 50 000 when it finishes XD
CAN'T WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
it's 40 407 words at the moment. but it will be most likely aroune 50 000 when it finishes XD
CAN'T WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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You can also read the a extra chapter of some of my stories here that i will post... ;)
My rating system:
G- (general) kiddie
T- (Teenage)death, action but no real gore
YA- (Young Adult) gore, violence etc.
A- (Adult) use your imagin... no, don't. It will scar you for life :P
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