Showing posts with label writeing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writeing. Show all posts

Sunday, 18 February 2018

finally writing again

Hi Guys
and welcome back to my blog its been a while. we've has been doing creative writing in school again
 

so I wrote this I guess its based on all that she can see by Carrie Hope Fletcher loosely (although I should really get around to posting my amazing fanfic for that) and an old idea I wrote a story for but never ended up posting. so yeah it's not really got a tittle so if you've got any suggestions please tell me so umm let's get into this




It was a cold and cloudy day the first time it happened . this time I was prepared as is stumbled into an alleyway away from questions and prying eyes just before consciousness left me. The world melted away around me as the cold fingers of sadness raked up my spine. The thing came into view smiling it teeth to sharp its tongue blood red as if all the blood out of every human had been taken and placed there. as if it had killed. It long needle-like talons beckon me forward I don't resist it's easier that way. I stand in front of it as it's hand slips onto my shoulder holding just a little too tight. I close my eyes no use in struggling now. When I open my eyes I watch the movie play out in front of me. A brother and sister fooling around climbing a tree. He's higher than her and laughing racing her to the top he's older and taller it no surprise that he gets further than her. She sits on the branch below pouting fiddling with his foot. I watch her expression change and suddenly she pushes his foot upwards he loses his balance and that's it. The girl and I watch in matching horror as the boy falls screaming hitting branches. The sound of things snapping fill the air as time slows down and something tells me they don't all belong to branches. A thump echo's though me and suddenly silence. The scene cuts to the girl and others standing soaked in rain dressed in black. While some people cry the girl stares into space her eyes empty.

 Everything fades back to now. My breathing shakes as shivers rack my body. She had been 6. I breathed out as the weight settled into my shoulders joining the rest of them. I Push myself up. no sense in staying here. I rejoin the crowd. Dodging through the sea of people each and every one of them a possible threat. I pass the little girl on the way to my apartment. Before she had been quiet her smile dull and fake now light seemed to dance in her eyes, her smile radiating warmth as every child,s should. There was no doubt she still remembered, still felt bad, still missed him. but for a little while, she was able to be a kid again. She looks up at me and I realize I've been staring I give her a small smile and continue into my apartment.

I flop down onto my bed and sighed. I had to be careful with my “gift ” as my grandma had called it she was the only one I had ever told,  she knew all my secrets she had protected me in a way. Now she was gone I was alone with my secrets, carrying not only pieces of other people's grief guilt loneliness and fear but my own. Whether it was a gift or curse it always tired me out. I pulled my covers over myself not bothering to change into pyjamas and close my eyes as sleep takes me.
I wake up with the same old feeling of heaviness. Forcing myself out of bed as I've done since I was 13. back when the visions started. I had brushed hands with the notorious school bully only to find out that he had been verbally abused by his parents since he was 3. I had fainted in the cafeteria and had been sent home. Over the course of 2 months, this happened over and over until my parents took me to the doctors only to discover there was seemingly nothing wrong. after a while, I figured out how to work my gift and even how to hold off the fainting for about 20 minutes.

I pull myself back into the present as I arrive at my job. I work as a secretary for a contract loaner shredding paper and stamping document it is dull but safe and means I don't need to interact with people all that often so it's ok. As I walk in my boss pulls me aside “listen whatever your name is i need you to escort our customer” he gestures to a woman sitting in one of the plush red sofas she is casual and doesn't fit into the setting “to an upstairs room” I nod fast and start to leave when he adds “ oh and don't screw it up” his voice stings like vinegar in a paper cut but I know he doesn't mean it. he's scared. He has been fighting with his wife for months now. They love each other and don't mean it they're just worried about the disabled son. They both want to protect him and can agree on how.

 I walk over to the woman “excuse me miss I must escort you to one of our upstairs room”
“Of course” her voice is warm, calming and drips with kindness like honey from a full beehive. As I walk with her I catch her watching me. I reach the door to the room I have been told to take her and unlock it. But before she goes into the room she turns to me and asks “what is your name?”  I half panic and blurt out
“Nova Carrigan Miss.yours?”
She smiles at me radiant as the setting sun “ Cherry, Cherry Redgrave”

 bye yall

Sunday, 19 March 2017

just a quick post

Hi Guys
I know I haven't posted for a week or so and haven't posted any story writing for over a month so here's both, it just a few sentences long since it was kind for an English assignment I was supposed to be planning but yeah. My prompt was 


“He’s right behind me isn’t he?”
“Actually he’s right in front of you “

Which is actually one of those kill the cliché prompts which I love so yeah. Um I’m going to leave the link to my Pinterest and my writing prompts board down below and without further ado here is my story.


“He’s right behind me isn’t he?”
“Actually he’s right in front of you “
My eyes scan the hall way looking for a dark shadow something when suddenly i realize what he meant. I stare at him suddenly seeing the abnormalities i had ignored before the dark rings under his eyes massive pupils…..




Anyways Bye
P.S if you have any name suggestions they would be much appreciated




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Friday, 18 November 2016

I'm Back

Hi  
So I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while. I have been really busy and stuff I haven't had time to write or post anything so yeah. I started this at the start of the year maybe It’s pretty good. I based the characters on people from other books if you can guess them then leave it down in the comments below. I will admit that some of them are obvious but comment them any way and if anyone want to have a rant about something in the comments don't be shy. I would love to get to know some of my viewer’s interest. I'm going to go on for hour here but this story doesn't have a name so leave name segregation in the comments as well also this is just the first chapter so if you want to hear more there will be more (hopefully if I can ever get around to editing it  it ). While this chapter isn't quite so graphic the next one is quite intense so just consider that before reading.  I think that's all so keep scrolling on to read it... 




They wheel mum out into the hall. She is covered in a white sheet. I know right then something is wrong. Something is definitely wrong. One of the doctors walks up to my dad and began to talk to him I can’t hear them but I can tell from my father's expression exactly what they were saying:  my mother is dead. She had been involved in a car crash with a drunk truck driver a week ago. She had had only a 40% chance of surviving. Apparently it hadn't been enough and now she was dead. Suddenly I feel my younger brother pulling my hand
“Hazel it ok right Mommy's just sleeping right” he looked up into my eyes. “It’s ok Hazel Mom's ok she gonna wake up soon you’ll see”
“No Finnick she not going to wake up” I whispered
“Silly hazel she gonna wake up any second you'll see” he stood there facing our mother just waiting waiting. His eyes wide and innocent. I looked over at my father his hands clenched into fists. His face white. I can tell he is trying not to cry. They wheel my mother away to do whatever you do to people after they die. Finnick tugged on my father's hand
“Daaaaaad I'm hungry can we please get lunch”.
“Finnick” my voice snaps yet somehow I manage to smooth it out’ “how about I go get you a snack for now it's not quite lunch yet” I take Finnick down to the food court to get some food and leaving my father in the hall.