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Part 1: Knives & Onions
Her iPod lay surrounded by a puddle of it’s own broken screen still blaring out ‘Wonderwall’ by Oasis. Sitting on a large chest of drawers was her Laptop: she was still signed into MSN. The duvet, once white, was now bloodstained by the lifeless body that rested there. It was a girl.
There was a large kitchen knife stuck in her and oddly enough an onion was the only thing separating the knifes handle from her chest: just where her heart was. Her face was frozen in horror with two dark blue eyes opened wide and still bright. Thick red liquid oozed from her mouth and swimming in a pool of blood was her long blonde hair. A hand reached for the knife and wrenched it out disturbing the body that now lay slumped against the wall.
Trickles of blood slid down her slender frame.
“Damn that was the last onion, I was looking forward to eating that! Well maybe if I wash it?”
He was rambling on. What a lunatic he was.
Part 2: Knives & Pies
The light refracted off the water and streamed in through the beach houses windows. Blood dripped from the knife residing on the kitchen counter. A devilish grin spread across his face as he stared down at the man’s deformed body lying in front of him. The man he just murdered.
He didn’t have any meat to put into his pie: he’d run out of beef.
“Hmm, I guess I could just use the meat on this man.”
He rambled on to himself as he strategically cut chunks of meat off the man’s body, being careful to remove all the fat then he thoroughly washed a bloodstained onion and cut it into slices to place into the pie.
He took pleasure in watching his oblivious family enjoying their supper. A home made pie he had cooked during the day.
What a twisted man he was.
Part 3: Knives & Blenders
Moonlit ricocheted off the wall illuminating the large living room. A young man was forcefully pinned to the wall by two jagged knives in his chest and lower abdomen. A large gash was cut through his neck with blood sliding down his body onto the carpet. The killer stood with his signature grin plastered on his face. Another kill to add to his tally but he was thirsty, that’s when another menacing idea crept into his mind.
Hurriedly he searched the kitchen for a blender and another knife. After about 10 minutes he found what he was looking for. Wandering with a calm manner about him back into the living room he strolled towards the man’s body and slowly, taking his time, he began to chop off parts of the man’s flesh and place them in the blender.
Eventually he had nearly filled the blender and decided that was enough. Quickly he searched the house for the nearest plug socket, plugged in the blender and patiently waited for the mixture to be diluted enough. He then went back into the kitchen to find a glass, once he found one he poured the mixture in and began to drink.
“Mmm such a delicious treat for all my hard work!”
What a psychopath he was.
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More parts to go!
i have been incredibly lax in posting here.. sorry about that,guys.
this is an off-the-cuff story start that i wrote a week or so ago. like my Crop Circle story, this one just popped into my head because a phrase sparked off my imagination.
in my head, this story is a mad max/mangaesque kinda thing. there is also some weird sci-fi stuff too.. mainly in relation to how the characters got into that particular world.
anyhoos... its not thought through fully and can be considered a first draft/brainstorming piece. would be nice to hear what you think of it
Hardcore Sam and Dark Mark
As the setting sun seared through the meagre wisps of cloud, a hot desert like wind gusted gently around two figures. They stood dispassionately amongst the torn and twisted rubble of the metropolis and stared at the burning wreckage in front of them.
Hardcore Sam and Dark Mark…. Two of the survivors from the surreal accident that tore the world apart, they were so different in appearance, yet so similar in mind. Hardcore Sam described herself to her few friends and many more victims as a midget sumo. Dark Mark knew that it was her pain-killing medication that sometimes made her look that way. Hardcore Sam turned her head and looked up at him. He broke his gaze from the wreckage and turned his attention to Sam. Standing at just over six foot, he towered over her, but although the top of her head was midway to his chest, she was undaunted.
Looking at her with affection, Dark mark noted her deep dark eyes and quirky smile. He did not see her as a sumo midget, she was far from that. Petite, yes, sumo-sized, no. His eyes broke contact with hers and roamed down her body, stopping at her small hands which gripped a pair of massive six-shot revolvers.
“nice shooting, Sam” Mark said, drily.
As a reply, Sam simply raised the barrels to her lips and blew away the smoke that came from them….
I need ideas on how to take this further. I would like to make this into a long novel, like the librarians revenge sort of length. I dont really have any ideas of timescales yet but I think it would be best if it wasn't one.
This is a very vague sypnosis for my novel, I would appriciate you ideas based on this:
- a woman who is about 16 or 17 and her family are very strong protestants. it is set around the eary years of Mary Tudors reign, but some of the prolougue is before this in the later years of henry 8ths reign when the whole of england of .
- the woman and her family are thrown into a prison, from which they are to be burned at the stake for refusing to reform to catholicism. The story takes place over a few days.
- she is in one cell on her own, and there is royal guards outside of the cell. After a long plight and struggle, she is in the cell but is crying and screaming - like a baby.
- one of the guards is about the same age as her, forced to work in service to the queen of face the same punishment.
- like one of those love at first sight moments, they fall in love, like romeo & juliet. they see eachother accross a crowded room, the whole prdictable love story. they vow through the bars of her cell to get her and her family out of this place.
- like in Dan Browns work, the whole right to the knuckle, the future of humanity depends on it sort of descision, they risk their lives to save their family from being burned at the stake.
- they manage to escape and save their family from death at Marys hands. They all live happily ever after (like a twisted faily tale) and the main woman and get married and kids and all that lardy daa.
Janet was holding her mums hand. It was her first day of play school, she had butterflies in her stomach and the only thing she wanted to do was cry. Tears began to flood down her face. “Perk up Janet,” her mum cooed, “ you’ll have a brilliant day.” She dried Janet’s tears. Janet looked at the other kids and saw Yamane; she ran off excitedly and joined the other kids.
Do you twinkle, little star?
How I wonder where you are?
Cold and hungry with no light?
Sleeping on the street tonight?
Or perhaps a dirty squat?
Are you smoking more than pot?
Tell me please I need to know
It’s just that I do worry so
Call me, call me, little star
Tell me, tell me, where you are
Its been weeks since your last call
It’s been worrying us all
Don't give up your education
Please just give me your location
Homelessness is not a crime
And yes, I know you need your time
But oh, it tears us all apart
Don't you know it breaks my heart?
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
Show me, show me where you are
i will soon be writing another story this time dedecated to my AMZING most FANTASTIC friend IN THE WHOLE UNIVERSE she is WONDERFUL and this story describes the way we met 
i have known her for 6 & half years we know alot about each other and we trust each other she is amazing and lovely i neva wanna lose her as a friend again as i did when we moved schools
<3 YOU STEPAHNIE WRIGHT
I found that THE LIBRARIAN'S REVENGE was absaloutly amazing and my mum was pleazed to see that i was in the book which i am aslo happy about
i have taken my time to write a reveiw of THE LIBRARIAN'S REVENGE because it is so spectacullar!!!!
i absaloutly love the book even though i only got up to book2
my mum really wants a copy of the book but there arnt many left.
our family friends where also very impressed and they call me a superstar lol
even though i am like totaly NOT!!!!!
when will there be more copys available because i like REALLY WANT THE BOOK ?
if u could reply and tell me i would be well pleased thanks?
and i got tons more storys to go on here so there will be alot of stuff from me
lol i <3 these smileys they total cool
so wish i could go to C.W i really dont want to miss out
The Girl In The Fire Place
By Harley Tedds
It was a dark winters evening and everything was quiet a little girl called Annabel was sitting in front of her nanny’s fire-place she heard a voice a strange little girls voice calling her name “Annabel ANNABEL” it got louder the closer she got to the fire place she gazed closer into the fire-place and saw the face of a little girl call ‘Annie’ who was also know as Annabel she wanted to show Annabel something so she grabbed Annabel’s hand and pulled her into the fire-place.
When her nanny noticed she was gone she looked into the fire-place and saw the face of Annabel looking back at her.
Annabel turned and noticed that she was not in the same house it was old and dirty then Annabel asked “were am I and who exactly are you” there was no reply, the girl who was once there was no longer Annabel turned her head around to see if she saw anything that reminded her in that strange place.
After investigating the house she went back over to the fire-place to see Annie in the arms of her nanny it brought a tear to her eye she was heartbroken and dead inside, Then Annabel realized what had happened the ghost of Annie pulled in Annabel to change over so she was in a paranormal world and Annie was in the real world.
It was dark and damp in the paranormal world it scared her then she heard a voice it was Annie.
She told Annabel “everything’s alright don’t worry I will switch back lives soon I just want to live in the normal world again”
Annabel then heard someone shouting for Annie so she stood up and wiped the dust of her dress and the tears form her eyes.
It was Annie’s best friend she walked up to her and said “Ann u been cryin ain’t ya wot up mate”
Annabel explained the whole thing and Annie’s friend Linda looked into the fire-place and saw Annie she started to cry.
After a year was over Annie wanted to go home back into the paranormal world she tried to reach into the fire place but she couldn’t go through Annabel then realised she wouldn’t be able to go back to her home, her loving grand-ma and her friends she fell to her knees and shouted out with anger.
Annabel’s grand-ma kept on hearing her voice so one day she went over to the fire-place and found poor little Annabel trapped in there so everyday since then her
Grand-ma would go and talk to Annabel and make her feel happy and not alone
THE END
HOPE YOU LIKED IT i did :)
Have you ever been on a residential trip? Have you ever seen what appeared to be a ghost? I have I bet you think I’m mad, if you told me this story I probably wouldn’t believe you.
Sunday 17th march
I was dancing around my bedroom celebrating and singing “I’m going on holiday tomorrow, I’m going to spring bank hotel.”
“Shut up darling you need to pack,” my mum snapped
“But I’m exited!” I moaned
“I know, but you don’t want to turn up with half of what you need do you.” She pointed out
“No.” I muttered, I hated it when she was right
Tonight I know that I won’t be able to sleep, I know it.
Monday 18th march
This morning I woke up at 5:30 in the morning and couldn’t sleep. I looked at the paper from yesterday, “murderer escapes” I just put it not really interested.
At school it was really boring because we were waiting just waiting to leave on the coach for age. The journey was long and boring, I just starred out of the window, whilst playing the game “ find the sign first”. I didn’t win though.
When we got there we were told where are rooms were and who we were sharing it with. There, of course were some rules and these were:
1. No boys in girl’s rooms, or girls in boy’s rooms.
2. No eating in the rooms
3. No bad language
4. No impropriate behaviour
And lot of other rubbish rules.
We were on the zip wires this afternoon it was fun. After we had tea, chicken casserole, I didn’t like it.
i heard a bird sing a sweet song
i heard a fish bobbing along
i heard a peunguin flapping it's wings
i heard a goldsmith shining a ring
i heard an archer shoot into the sky
i heard a slob eating blueberry pie
i saw a pig flying high in the sky
i saw a mirical happen right before my eye
i saw a dog barking at the moon
i saw a baby bouncing on a spoon
i saw a duck with long curly hair
i saw a lampshade hugging a grizzly bear
The shadow woman lurks at night
To watch you sleeping in your bed
Through blackened eyes she takes her sight
And plants her nightmares in your head
Not does the shadow woman like
This monstrous task she undertakes
But in her world of black and white
She scornfully recriminates
And she, not living and not dead
No longer cries her angry words
As anything she ever said
Was never really ever heard
"The shadow woman is a tale"
That’s what you confidently say
Because your screams and nightly wail
Will be forgotten by the day
But as you close your eyes tonight
Her shadow may begin to creep
You'll catch a glimpse of her delight
And in your bed she’ll watch you weep.
have to ever felt that your life was spiraling out of control. mine is. i bet you don't belive me, neither did i to start of with.
it all started when i was on holiday with my family, when my little brother vandalised an ancient kings grave and now he has given me bad luck, i'm possitive of it. he doesn't belive me niether does dad. so now i'm stuck cursed for life, what would you do if you were me.
i was on holiday with my mum, dad and little bother. we went to the market, and i saw these pink babalis hair stateners on this stall, and i just had to have them. my mum said "no!" of corse
dad said "if your mum said no then it's a no." i moaned on for ages it just wasn't fair why couldn't i have them, whilst i was moaning an old looking lady behind me said.
"do you want three wishes," she asked
"what have you got a genie or something?" i joked
"yes, i have acually," she said looking serious
"ok. how much is it?" i asked
"500 euros."
i just gaped at the stall owner "what about 250 euros." the stall owner shook her head
THE BATTLE OF FRIENDSHIPS
There was once 4 girls, Kellie, Charlette, Mellisa and Tiffiney.
One fine summers afternoon, Melissa and her friend Emily were on there bikes and were biking around the block, half way round they stopped as there friend Kellie was playing with her friends. Mellisa and Emily Began to play with Kellie and her friends Charlette and Tiffeny.
after a few hours Emily went home and Melissa carried on playing with her other friends, After a while A boy came out named Christifer, Mellisa and Christerfer did not get on.
After a few Weeks, Mellisa fell out with Kellie, and Charlette, So Mellisa had fell out with everyone except Her new friend Tiffeny!
Mellisa never went and played with them again, But Tiffeny regually came round Mellisa's and they had fun together, Kellie and Charlette and Christerfer have not played wiht Melisa since!!
And Mellisa and Tiffeny lived happily ever after as great buddies!!
Based on real life on land!
So, for some reason, I can't get on the forum at the moment. So I'll spam up the blog with a bit of the old Nano.
Now its week three I'm suddenly beginning to like my story a bit more! So not so embarrassed about sharing it now. Remember folks! Theres only 12 days of HewNoWriMo left! So WRITE LIKE THE WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIND!
I shall be in on Monday if anyone needs help or advice, and to provide friendly encouragement etc. If no one does, I'm going to log on the forum and actually read some of your lovely stories.
Love and Kisses
Joe
xxx
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IN TWO HALVES
Prologue
Birth
“It is a force as inevitable as the passage of time, or the fact that the rain must eventually follow the sunlight, a power as unstoppable as the weather wearing down the mountain, or God’s Wrath. It affects us in our everyday lives, and haunts us like an oncoming storm. It is a blessing, a curse, both beautiful and crude. It is the single most important natural occurrence to act upon us, yet as a species, we know surprisingly little about it.
“I speak of course, of the process known as ‘Division’. The process that, even before birth, carves a human soul in two, tears it asunder and renders it divided. We split ourselves, for unknown reasons, into the Bona, (or ‘Good’ persona), and the Malfa, (the ‘Bad’ persona). One soul, split between its two, identical bodies, vessels for a divided consciousness. The Bona half of the consciousness will receive the elements of humanity known to us as peace, order, clarity and heart. The Malfa consciousness exudes conflict, chaos, confusion and rebellion. Though these consciousnesses may become muddled, as the Malfa is capable of good, as the Bona is of evil, inherently, their minds are divided as such.
“Yet, how, through such virulent separation, is the bond between the souls maintained. We know that the Bona and Malfa are separate parts of the whole, through the workings of another of life’s great mysteries, and greatest enemy, death. When we die, inexplicably, our counterpart suffers the same gristly fate. The connection between ourselves is still strong enough to cause fatal trauma to both elements simultaneously, making all of humanity individuals, with individual elements. We come in pairs.
“The Bona and the Malfa are in a delicate balance. Without one, the other cannot survive. The good cannot oust the evil, just as the evil relies on its own good to survive. We have evolved ourselves a Catch-22, a requirement in our own opposite. We are, as a species, a complete oxymoron. We are chaotic good, benevolent evil.
“This one fact, so integral to our society, is also the greatest mystery we as a species have. That is why it has become my life’s work to discover the answer to the question that has plagued us for countless generations. A question so simple, it is all the more frustrating that an answer is so unreachable. The question is this.
“Why?”
It was a night for dark happenings.
There was a storm, as their often seems to be on such occasions. The raging winds cause the seas of Mother’s Crossing to rise in great waves, crashing down in a torrent of restless, churning foam. The energy behind the great torrents would have crushed any ships to brave the storms. No one would be sailing tonight.
Sister Cassandra watched the storm with fire in her eyes. She loved the power behind such natural forces, the rage of the weather and the feeling of ire it brought to her, bubbling up from her gut and infecting her brain with desires. She watched the storm from a porthole, high above the oceans wrath. In a rig, atop high metal stilts, rising from the water like an obelisk. Up here, she was safe from the storm, and could watch its anger without having to experience it.
Cassandra was standing in a room of little furnishings, a desk, a chair, a tired looking desktop computer, and a small, uncomfortable looking bed. It was her room, her home. She was a girl of many wants, but little needs.
Tonight she watched the storm with many thoughts.
To understand these thoughts, one needed to know two things about Sister Cassandra, firstly, her alignment, and secondly, her vocation.
Cassandra was a Bona, which means, characteristically, she fell on the good side of the divide. She had grown up in the rolling hills of Bona country, where the good gathered, far away from where she now stood. She had not been born there however. She, like everyone else, had been born right here, on the rig she now stood on, the centre ground, neutral soil.
It happened like this. The mums-to-be from both lands were taken by steamer across the small expanse of ocean between the two nations, christened ‘Mother’s Crossing’, to one of the fifteen huge metal rigs that had been built in the middle of the ocean, here to give birth to their child.
The child, or children, depending on your viewpoint, was then immediately taken away, leaving the mother alone for the first three hours of her child’s life.
Three hours. That was how long they said it took to make a decision, as to which half was returned.
If the mother was a Bona, then the Bona half would be returned safely to her, and the pair would travel back to their country and start a new life, without ever seeing the counterpart.
If the mother was a Malfa, then the Malfa would be returned, and they would return across the sea to the city of Malis, to begin a life there.
The other half would be carted away, motherless and alone, to the great sanctuaries of the unwanted, the orphanages. Each land had them, and it was here that half of humanity would stay, until a family was found to take them in. The good and the bad never met, never spoke. They only knew that they existed due to the fact that they themselves were alive, and the name they shared. It was unceremonious, and disruptive, but viewed as a necessity.
Good and evil could not coexist, they said, or all hell would break loose.
Sister Cassandra was a midwife, brought in to oversee the separations, and to ensure that the balance was kept in order.
That was why she had so many thoughts that night, as she watched the storm.
She was dragged away from those thoughts, however, by a knock at the door. She turned, and saw, staring back at her, her own face.
“Sister,” the Malfa known as Cassie said, “There’s been a problem.”
Cassandra suddenly felt the feeling that she subtly did every time she looked upon her counterpart, the sickly, spreading spark of hate, an emotion so unbecoming of a Bona. She pushed it down to the bottom of her gut, as she had to, to complete her job.
Midwives were the only profession to be employed in pairs. The people in charge on both sides of the crossing had decided long ago that the Birthing Stations had to maintain neutrality, and balance. And the only way to do this was to bring together the two halves of the whole, whether they liked it or not. Sister Cassandra and Sister Cassie Bones were one and the same.
“I heard,” the Bona replied, “somebody mentioned... complications.”
“To say the least,” the Malfa scoffed, “I’ve never... in all my days...”
“You forget, sister, we share those days.”
Cassie looked sadly downwards, “What shall we do?”
Cassandra, after staring at the storm for so long, was done thinking.
“How many other births were there tonight?” she asked.
“Nine,” the Malfa replied, “on this station.”
“No more complications?”
“Not like this,” Cassie said, raising an eyebrow, “Eight healthy births, and sixteen healthy babies. One stillbirth, but...”
“Then you know what to do.” Cassandra interjected, flashing her counterpart her fiery eyes.
Cassie raised her gaze to meet the Bona’s, and smiled wryly.
“You make quick decisions these days, good sister. Even I could learn from you now.”
Cassandra didn’t reply, she just turned back to face the window, and watch the storm. It wasn’t until she heard the door behind her close with a click, that she relaxed her tension, and whispered softly to herself.
“It is a necessary evil.”
She sighed, heavily, as a huge fork of lightning illuminated the dark skies.
“Order must be restored.”
waking the blood lake
alexis opened his eyes as a sunlight flooded over his pale white skin. he sat up his body aching, the previous morning the school bully had... well lets just say he had, had a an incident with him.
he drifted over to his wardrobe and opened the door as he was getting changed his mother called '' alexis hurry up '' half asleep he shouted back '' BLOODY HELL MUM GIVE ME A CHANCE... i have just got up.
he left the house with break fast still in hand, he rushed to school. He saw his best friend to who his horror was being beaten up by mike the school bully. Alexis felt a fire raging inside him that he coudn't control, without thought he lunged at mike he punched and dribble of blood came from his lip. Everything was a blur, it was like nothing in the world matterd, except the blood,he couldn't help him self, he pounced at mike and attacked him, aming for his neck. The next thing he knew he was conscience, as his vision became less blurred, he looked at joe,there was terror in his eyes,BLOODY HELL w w what is wrong with you y y you b b bit him you freak w we were only messing. He murmered somthing under his breath and ran.
The bell rang Alexis came out of geography and started to walk home, when he saw mike walking past holding his neck. then he unfortunally saw... to be continuid ( please correct grammer mistakes)
