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The Shadow Woman

Tara ShannonPosted by Tara Shannon 04 Dec, 2009 02:40PM

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.


cursed

Anne D.Posted by Anne D. 03 Dec, 2009 04:39PM

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

A story for librarians revenge

Molly S.Posted by Molly S. 19 Nov, 2009 05:13PM

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!

um awkward

Leif AhnlandPosted by Leo oakley 19 Nov, 2009 04:48PM
leif this is my first year for na no wrimo and i am not sure if i can do it this year i enjoy writing but i am noty very fast at writing storys in a month and um well its kinda like i do not think i am going to write the rest of my story on the 19th of november 2009 as i 2 other storys i am writing so um well yeah any way hope u get this see ya leo

In Two Halves - (NaNoWriMo!)

Joe PearsonPosted by Joe Pearson 18 Nov, 2009 11:59PM

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
(26015 words)

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 by billy hards and leo oakley

Leif AhnlandPosted by Leo oakley 17 Nov, 2009 12:10PM

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)

How to understand a nerd...

Connor BellPosted by Connor Bell 14 Nov, 2009 01:11AM
I'm sorry for this possibly not being meant for the blog, but this is hands down the best description of me I have ever heard in my entire life. I'm sure this counts for alot of nerds/geeks too. It is absolutely incredible, if any of you wish to understand or try to understand why a nerd is like they are, read this! It isn't very long, but it is absolutely incredible.

http://www.randsinrepose.com/archives/2007/11/11/the_nerd_handbook.html

~Connor 'MakeShift' Bell

the lovly girl

Chantelle B.Posted by Chantelle B. 12 Nov, 2009 10:34PM

Once there was an really pretty little girl whos name was tiffany armashaw she was very rich indeed.She lived in a mansion in the far forest near the enchanted forest and her mother died when she was 2 years old and now she is 15 years old she has still not forgottin her mother.

One day her father llyold armashaw got told to marrie an woman before the end of the mounth or else his child tiffany will get put in to care.So as the mounth past he was out lookin for an wife then all of a sudden there was a sign on the wall sayin:I am lookin for an husband who is nice and loving an whos lookin for an woman before the end of the mounth.So he decided that to get the number of the sheet and to call her for them to get married.

They got married and she came home to where he live and so as i sayed they got married n when on there hunnymoon and they lived happly ever after.the end

MY OTHER STORY BY THE SILENT WRITER

Leif AhnlandPosted by Leo the awsome 12 Nov, 2009 05:01PM

architecher in the library

''CRAP'' shouted elijah as an oil lamp smashed onto his foot he bent down and started to sweep up the mess mumbling and groaning he stood up he waited he thought for a minute suddenly he screamed '' WE NEED A BLOODY ARCHITECT ''he sank to the floor crying. he woke up in his bed aching all over. SMASH ''SHIIT'' cried elijah as peace of ceiling fell right next to him '' why why '' he said '' why god did you curse me with the job as a librarian in this CRAP library'' he said to him self elijah got up and headed down stairs as he was about 4 steps down he had an amazing idea for the past few months he had been dreaming about getting a builder or an architect so he rushed down the stairs and leaped for the phone and rang. But then he suddenly said to himself ''why not get a builder and an architect i have the money why not'' so at first he rang the builder then the architect he sighed and went over to the book shelf and started to read.

the bell chimed and elijah rushed to the door and sure enough there they were standing right out side his door and to his surprise ARGUING? '' ah so here we are such a lovley library'' charmed the architect.

my world war 1 diary

Benjamin S.Posted by Benjamin S. 10 Nov, 2009 12:03PM

20th November 1914

Dear diary,

Today was terrible, my best friend Charlie died by mustard gas. Why him? Cant this war just stop right now. I wish I didn’t sign up for this, if I was at home I could have been with my girlfriend fishing in a nice quiet lake. I hate killing people and now I’m going to feel guilty for the rest of my life. How can I stop this nightmare?

gliding hearts

Shereen BoudjelalPosted by Shereen Boudjelal 09 Nov, 2009 03:52PM

As she walked through the mist the vision of the open land started to clear, unveiled were nearby bulls and cows grazing the pastures-green though she looked on into the distance for him. trust kept her smiling. it had been so long for her since she felt their hearts together, the pumping of blood that fed her body with the passion intensified the feeling. the pace quicked his presence embraced her and the beat of her heart flew to him when she saw him smiling in the sunshine.

diary of lady elizabeth!!!!

Ocean MayPosted by Ocean May 09 Nov, 2009 11:23AM

Dear Diary.

32nd may.

I am really tired. Last night me and mother, had one of what she call’s mother, daughter time, though it still feel’s really awaked around my parent’s, though they have been vary welcoming.

I still haven’t managed to work out what it was that made my father send me away, I figured it was probably because he wanted a son, so that he could take over from father when he dies.

I know mother wanted me and I know that father isn’t so keen on me, but he’s nice to me and buy’s me new dresses all the time, but I suppose that’s because he want’s to make a good impression and because he doesn’t want Bartley my fiancé to go of me, him having a lot of money may help, just a little.

Mother just came in and said that I needed to go down and pick a dress for I am to attend my FIRST EVER BALL to night.

I am so excited, got to go….

Lady Elizabeth.

diary of lady elizabeth!!!

Ocean MayPosted by Ocean May 09 Nov, 2009 11:21AM

Diary.

Diary of lady Elizabeth!

1st may. I woke up this morning with no dust in my eye’s, no scratchy cover over me, no lily beside me. Instead there was a white poodle on my leg’s a steamy full breakfast on the table beside me and a strange man, I toke to be a servant, fanning me. I remember the feeling of confusion and worry and I remember sitting up to a full furnished room a rich coloured dress hanging from a hanger on the door.

It hit me so hard I feel down on my pillow, last night’s event’s came back to me, I was no longer an orphan, slavering away on the kitchen floor, no longer plain lizzy but lady Elizabeth the daughter of

Mr and lady cloria, the richest people in the whole of Norfolk. Of cause I new of them but I didn’t now they were my parent’s …….. oh my err dad’s here bye.

Lady Elizabeth.

Ahland

Mohammad S.Posted by Mohammad S. 06 Nov, 2009 10:57PM

The stormy beginnings

“Shut the sails” Shouted the Captain, “before we get blown to the wrong direction!”

As he heard the captain, Mark rushed, through the wooden deck, towards the sails. A lash of water hit his face as he tripped over.

“Hurry Mark, run and shut them, shut them sails!” repeated the Captain.

Mark quickly got to his feet and ran as fast as he could, his heart beating like its was goanna explode. Mark reached the rope ladder and struggled to climb it, as the ship was rocking ever so dangerously, and before he could reach the sails closing rope the Captain lost control of the wheel.

The ship went in random directions and a big wave came and destroyed the front side of the ship and the ship tipped on the back side. The deck was slippery and the crew started falling down. But Mark quickly hang on to the side of the ship. And another wave came and destroyed the ship, Mark quickly hang on to a piece of floating wood and started paddling but the waves forced him the other way.

Soon he knew it was worthless to try and over swim the waves so he just gave up and let the waves carry him, even though he knew it was a bad decision. A few moments passed the sea calmed; Mark looked in the horizon, hoping to see an island or some kind of land where he could find some food and shelter, but all he saw was the unforgivable never ending sea. Would I die, would I be eaten by sharks? Or would I wash up to an island and live, these thoughts were going around his head like a tornado. Mark was very tired and thoughts like that going around his head he slowly fell asleep.

And when Mark woke up He found himself in a room lying on a soft cozy bed. He looked around the room and it had a lot pots, some sacks and some gardening tools . A very yummy smell reached his nose, that made Marks tummy grumble, and he turned around and saw a woman cooking something.

Then Mark said “Where am I?”

The Woman turned around. “Oh good you’re awake,” said the woman in a soft voice, “I was so worried when my husband found you lying on the beach.”

“How did I get her?” Asked Mark

“Well we found you lying on the beach so we brought you here in our cart,” said the woman, “now care for some vegetable stew.”

My brother

Molly S.Posted by Molly S. 05 Nov, 2009 04:49PM

I remember the large white room,

i remeber the small white bed,

i remember my brother lying there,

I remember my mum looking pale,

I remember the machine,

Beep beep beep

i remember holding his hand,

beepbeepbeepbeepbeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep,

I remember mum rushing to him,

i remember a nurse pushing her aside,

i remember them putting pads on his chest,

i remember them shocking him with two blocks,

i remember him lying there dead, dead, dead

i remember mum running away,

i remember how he died...

because of me,

stupid old me!

uncle in canada

Leif AhnlandPosted by Leo O. 05 Nov, 2009 02:48PM
leif my uncle lives in canada and he is a little bit blind and he is an architect so i have a little exspireince

the boy at tea

Molly S.Posted by Molly S. 05 Nov, 2009 02:26PM

The boy at tea sat oppisite me,

he gobbled down his tea,

he knocked on the door and asked for tea,

and never ever stopped looking at me.

The dim of the light,

gave me a fright,

he cooked me a fish dinner,

and when he stood up he looked even thinner.

The boy at tea has a crush on me,

and he sat oppisite me at tea,

he wanted me to see him for tea,

i told him yes andhe laughed at me,

he went down the street,

and he told me where we'll meet,

tonight at 7,

when he'll wisk me off to heaven.

waters edge!!! The bit 4 the book!!!

Ocean MayPosted by Ocean May 05 Nov, 2009 09:46AM

The sun was now no more then a small orange tennis ball, high above one of the

mountains in the west. The trees slowly swaying from side to side, as if dancing to a song. The birds disappearing in to the trees, getting ready for the night. The car jolted as Elizabeth went over a bump in the road. She snapped out of all thought’s she might have had, too focused again on the long windy road, that lay ahead of her. A sign flashed up in a second as Elizabeth went past. Elizabeth’ foot went down hard on the brake’s and the car stopped and lounged forward a bit. Elizabeth reversed back to the sign and sighed as once again she read those two short words’, the word’s she had read so many times before in the last year, Hemsby.

She had only been driving a few minuets before she had to reach for the brakes again with her right foot.

A man in his mid forty’s was walking in the middle on the road with a backpack on his wide shoulder blades. The man turned in slow motion towards Elizabeth. Elizabeth sat transfixed to her seat. Her heart was pumping wildly and Elizabeth was sure it would burst any second. She slapped her arm hard and the stern look returned to her face. Elizabeth sighed a sigh of irritation as the man started to walk towards her.

Her hair was tied back firmly into a tight bun. The tightness of the bun hurt her roots and face. At first when Elizabeth had tried this new hairstyle she had had tears in her eye’s for the entire day, the pain had shot through her as she had sat and listened and copied Spanish. Elizabeth tried not to dwell on that day, it had been eight year’s since and that day was one she tried to keep at the back of her mind. The man had now reached the car and was tapping gently on the window.

Elizabeth sighed again and pressed the button to allow the man to talk.

“Eh sorry but are you heading to Hemsby.” The man showed no sign of embarrassment and only smiled and Elizabeth which made her even more tense which irritated her.

Elizabeth felt like telling a lie. She didn’t want some man in her car when she could have it to her self. It was not that she was selfish only that she needed time alone and if she did give the man a lift that wouldn’t help her. She nearly did say no, but there was a rumble above In the sky and big fat rain drop’s started to fall all around them.

If she said no now she was sure she would regret it and besides it was probable one of those thing’s where he would turn up out of nowhere and there would be a lot of questions. She sighed for the third time in the last ten minuets and nodded once and then indicated to the man to get in.

She tapped her fingers on the dashboard as the man got in.

He smiled once and then seemed to focus on the road ahead. Elizabeth moved the car gently out on the road her thought’s quickly going back to hemsby.

She was thinking so hard over Hemsby that she vary nearly hit a pheasant that was crossing the road. The Car turned in a circle and Elizabeth’s hands flew of the steering wheel, which sent spinning around madly in the middle of the road.

The man easily and calmly lent over and took hold of the steering wheel, gently easing the car back in a straight line.

He leaned over and said.

“Maybe you should relax a little.” Julian Atlantic said caching her eye and holding it for just a little longer then necessary.

Elizabeth looked into his eye's and was reminded of a not so fond memory.

“I know how to drive thank- you.” Elizabeth snapped She turned her back on Julian and stared straight ahead her eye’s peeled to the road. She pulled sharply up at a traffic light and tightened her lips and turned her head to look out the window to her right, only to come face to face to a giant picture of herself, with “Ellie Fay said no more.” Underneath it. She took a large breath and let it out slowly.

“Blimey you and Ellie Fay look exactly alike, wait a minuet you’re not her are you?” Julian asked, peering at her closely and then peering pasted her at the giant picture of her at the last premier. She was wearing a short purple frock that was tight at the top and then puffy at the bottom, it was what people back home…… no she told herself, that was her last home, it’s not home anymore, shell is my home now. She looked back at the picture of her self and sighed, her hair had been left down and in the picture her hair was half across her face, Elizabeth could remember the moment as if it where yesterday, wait it had been yesterday hadn’t it, She had been so busy she fagot what day it was, She had been standing talking to the photographers, telling them she had finished acting for the time being, but may be come back in a few years when a great big gust of wind had blown, it had started of just small to begin with, that was when the picture had been taken and then Elizabeth remembered she had wanted the photo’s to stop so that she could just run off home and finish packing her stuff, when an even bigger gust of wind had blown the camera’s out of the photographer’s hand’s and sent them chasing them along the red carpet. Elizabeth shudder, at first she had not looked back at it, but now she saw what a coincident it was.

“Are you.” Justin said again and it sounded like he had been waiting a long time. Just then the traffic light changed and they moved on past the picture. Justin twisted round and watched it go, initial they turned a corner and then he sat down again and stared at Elizabeth.

“am I what.?” Elizabeth was irritated and annoyed that she had to answer; she had also forgotten what he had asked.

“Are you or are you not Ellie Fay?

“Oh yeah I suppose so, though call me Elizabeth, Ellie’s sort of a stage name, you now.” Elizabeth had decided that she could trust this man.

He seamed to know that she didn’t want any fuss so he just said a silent “oh” and turned to stare out the window.

Elizabeth could tell he wanted to know more and though she didn’t normally tell people, she felt the need to tell this man that she had only met a few short minuet’s ago and was now sitting in her car.

“Look, I came here to get out of it all, to get away from all the fame and flashing light’s, I had just finished my teaching course, when there had been an director come in to the school I was teaching at and at that time we had been in the middle of a play and the lead character had broken her leg, and me being the only one that knew her part of by heart, had to take over and then, well you properly now what happened after that.” Elizabeth stopped and bit her lip. Was she wrong to tell him, she wasn’t sure.

“Did you want to be a actress?” Julian asked, he seamed equally awkward.

“Yes, otherwise I would have stopped years ago” Elizabeth snapped. Then seeing that she had hurt his feeling’s, she added.” I broke up with my long term boyfriend.”

“Oh sorry.” Julian thought this was the right thing to say, but he could also see she was in pain and quickly changed the subject.” So what’s it like being a Celeb.”

“It’s not as great as people think, I mean I liked it at first, I had loved all the attention and who my picture’s were all over the paper’s all the time. I love the fact that people were always stopping me all over the place and every one would look up to me. After two years though, it started to go down hill. I had fallen at the shopping centre one day and I looked a mess and the next day it was all over the papers. That was few year’s ago, but what really was the final straw was when I had a present from my Nan, it was a knitted hat and scarf, she had always given me that every year and I always wore them, but that year I put it in the bin, I thought that if I gave it to the charity shop they would think I had no style and I would hate that. I was stuck up and nasty, I was too spoilt and to use to being in the fame light and it had got to me.

My family soon stop coming over as often. Whenever they came over I would always be to busy or hanging out with some famous person that I couldn’t put down. Then half a year ago my Nan had a stroke and luckily she recovered, she will never be able top knitted again and since her stroke I haven’t seen her more then once and she didn’t even know me. She had looked after me when I was younger when ever my parents had had to go way and after I while I realist that I was doing what my parent’s had done, start to drift away apart from they had stopped before they had got to carried away, I had just kept going and that’s what made me snap, I told the press that I was taking a break and came down here to teach for I while, my parent’s and family are in the next town.” She broke off quickly and bit her lip. Had she been right to tell him all this. She looked over at him and struggled to read his face.

He seemed to know she had just told him something she had never told anyone else and he just sat there taking it all in and finally he smiled at her.

She felt that for the last seven years she had finally had a friend.

To soon she was pulling in to the drive way to the address the man had given her and he got out and hesitated as if debating weather or not to ask her something.

“Are you going to be around.” Julian asked awkwardly.

“Yeah, I might see you soon.” Elizabeth smiles. The stress had vanished from her face, Jason could see that clearly.

He walked up the drive way, he could feel Elizabeth’s eye’s on him as he went and as soon as he had entered the house he went strait to the window an watched her drive out the drive and drive slowly away.

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Alicia BeavisPosted by Alicia Beavis 03 Nov, 2009 07:28PM
An old soul creeping through life.
No beginning, end, comfort or strife.

Trapped in a shadow of darkness, lurking in the midsts of time.
It has no rhythm, it has no rhyme.

The clock is ticking but it doesn't age,
In the depths of history, it takes the centre stage.

Singing an illustrious, melodic tune.
It lasts forever but it's gone to soon.

A fleeting moment, something strong you must share.
You'll despise it viciously but caress it with care.

It controls your life more than you and I,
It will say hello as it says goodbye.

So time passes by but it still doesn't age!
It free's us in the same moment it locks us in a cage.

It will make you depressed yet feel sublime.
Love is so strong it lasts way beyond time...

Eyes of blood

Zoe GibsonPosted by Zoe Gibson 03 Nov, 2009 06:54PM
Eyes red with rage,
I tremble in anticipation,
Edging closer.
Just, moments away.

BANG!
It breaks,
As it meets my fist.
The vase shatters before me.

But it wasn't enough.
soft human flesh,
brittle bones,
was my true desire.

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