Merry christmas Lois!

Sorry if its terrible.... My computers been crashed for the past while, wrote it in a rush... don't hate me?

Skulduggery turned his eye sockets towards Valkyrie, took one look and started laughing, “What?” she pouted brushing the snow from her jeans and top, “Oh nothing,” he chuckled, knocking off the pile of snow that had accumulated on his young partners head, “Ugh!” she screamed in frustration, “I bloody hate this snow,” she cried, shaking it loose from her black locks,
“You’d be complaining about its absence if it wasn’t here so just suck it up and come with me to Ghastly’s,” Valkyrie scowled, “Shut up skeleton,” If skulduggery had eyes, he would have rolled them, “Very creative name calling Val, keep it up and I might feel hurt, eventually,” one hard shove from the shorter girl caused him to lose his footing on the slick pavement and fall over in his expensive looking suit,
“You asked for it,” he mumbled using the air to pull her down as well, throwing some more snow on her for good measure, “Skull, I hate you,”
“Yes, I can imagine,”
“just so you know,”
“I do,”
“I mean it too,” She told him pushing ahead of him and folding her arms, a very uncharacteristic pout forming on her face, “Are you pouting?” the skeleton asked, incredulous,
“Yes actually, and you’re not helping by asking stupid questions,”
“Your face will get stuck you know,” he poked her cheek, after a moments silence,
“You know, you make it very difficult to give you the silent treatment,”
“Is that what you were doing,”
“No Skull, No it isn't,” the two kept walking bickering and poking each other as they made their way down the rugged, dirty streets of Roarhaven, “This place is Christmassy don’t you think?” Skulduggery told Valkyrie, “Definitely, so… what’s the word… Oh I know, cheery, it’s very cheery,” she laughed, as she glanced at the graffiti-ed buildings and dingy shops, “Yes, you are a wonderful wordsmith, I applaud you. But you look like you’re going to catch your death so I say we get into the shop fast, give our wishes and leave,”

“You aren’t much of a party person are you,” “What do you expect?” Valkyrie shrugged, “Just promise you won’t take your present back this time,” “Promise your present won’t be stupid this time,” Valkyrie shoved him hard into the window of the shop and rushed inside,
“Ghastly! Merry Christmas!” Valkyrie shouted to the man who was somewhere, inside the shop,
“Hello Val, presents on the table,” he called from some-where in the back,
“Super,” Val mumbled, she wanted to stay home but she knew that she had to see her other friends even if she saw them more than her family.

 On the table there were two presents with her name on it, One was obviously the new protective clothing he had promised her, and the second was a large box of something or other, she shook it and poked the wrapping paper trying to figure out what it was, before giving up and tearing into it,
“Eh? Could there be more sweets?” Valkyrie Caine shrugged and dug into the large box of sweets.

“Hey Ghastly! Merry Christmas old friend,” Skulduggery reached into a pocket and gave Ghastly a small, neatly wrapped present, “Thanks, yours is on the table, next to Valkyries,” Skull nodded,
“Wanna bet she’s opened hers?” Ghastly laughed, “She’s only a child, of course she has,” they both laughed good-naturedly, heading into the main room,

“Val?” Skull questioned,
“Whoooo!” the teenager exclaimed practically bouncing off the walls, giggling like a mad woman, “Ghastly, what did you get her?” Skulduggery asked sternly, Ghastly stared at the hyper child,
“Sweets, I’m not much of a gift buyer, isn’t that what you give people?” Skulduggery hit his forehead with his gloved hand,
“Not her, She is positively as high as a kite when she’s ingested sugar, try getting her down, its like a squirrel on coffee,” he tried, and failed to grip the girls wrist,
“C’mon Skull! Lets go out in the snow!” she exclaimed, a high pitched squealing noise emitting from her throat,
“No, lets get you home Val,”
“I don’t want to!” She cried running past him and deeper into the shop,
“Some times I wonder why I keep her around,” Skull wondered aloud,
“Cause she boosts your ego and makes you feel like a hero, and she held your hat hostage,” Skulduggery groaned, “Ah yes, I suppose she does have her purposes,” they heard a loud crash and Ghastly winced, “But, sometimes…” he continued under his breath.

Three hours later, Ghastly and Skulduggery both, were exhausted, and so was Valkyrie, she was singing softly under her breath, swaying on the spot, while the two men hid behind an overturned table, “Think its safe?” Ghastly whispered,
“With her? Never, but just maybe, shes tired out now,” A loud noise came from behind them, they both jumped and turned to see Valkyrie sleeping on the floor, “Oh thank God,” Ghastly breathed,

“Let this be a lesson to you Bespoke, never and I mean never, give Valkyrie Cain Sugar,”

The travelling shovel of death

Just decided to kill off one of my characters and decided to use the tsod, simply because it's fun and in this years novel none of the deaths have been that different, and I felt things were getting sappy so decided to throw in a surprise killing.

Elia moved a strand of hair from her face, it was matted with blood and dust, all around her were bodies of creatures that she could barely look at, and faces of people, real human people with families and loved ones, and she had helped destroy them all, she turned her head away from them unable to hide her guilt. She glanced around at the other faces, the faces of her friends, relieved and smudged with dirt and blood whether their own or their enemies Elia couldn't tell, she watched Lucy as the more advanced healers tended to her properly, she watched Lacey jump around waving her top hat and yelling orders, and lastly her forest green eyes settled on Caleb. His muscled form bent over in exhaustion his dark hair turned gray with the amount of dust that had settled in it, his blue eyes closed and pensive, and Elia was over come with the emotion to run to him, protect and comfort him as a strange and unknown feeling of longing swelled within her breast.
She was to preoccupied with her thoughts and those surrounding her were either to exhausted or too engrossed in healing wounded that they didn't notice Greg rise slowly from the ground, straightening his midnight blue robes, his glare sets around the stone pillars falling on Elia, he snarls, "I will avenge you my dear sweet Cerys," he thinks, looking around him he finds a shovel used to dig the pit for water, he lifts it and limps over to Elia, silently and cautiously, raising the blunt dirt encrusted weapon high in the air, before lowering it down squarely on the back of her skull, effectively crushing it.
 
TADA! this was harder to write than it should have been... she kept wanting to make it perverse, but I have an age rating on my writing and those trains of thoughts were going waaaayy outside limits -shudder- hope you liked it though!

3rd skulduggery pleasant OC

Given name: Lola Dodd
Taken name: Shadow whispers
Age: Looks 15 but is really about 20
Loooks:
    - Brown hair, cut just above the shoulders
    - Green eyes, with orange in the left one
    - Around 5'7
    - Average weight, strong muscles
    - Spiral scar on her left arm
History:
Shadow's whole family were mages, but her father was a cruel sadistic man, who gave her a scar that doesn't heal properly, ever she wears a black elbow glove to hide it. She later murdered her father. She is an elemental and is trained to use different kinds of weaponry, and martial arts. She helps Celestia whenever the old woman who she had been living with dies and later helps Rilla too.

Skulduggery pleasant fanfiction... thing? part 1

Celestia turned on the girl opposite her, "You've been following me," she jerked one of her fingers, and the girl fell to the floor clutching her chest,
"I don't like being followed, generally stalkers are frowned upon anyway of course, but I especially don't like it," she placed a silver ring with black markings back onto her finger.
The girl on the floor doubled over, resisting the urge to throw up her lunch,
"You... You're like me," she choked, "I just moved here, I haven't met any other mages so far, and... I'm gonna be sick," she placed a hand over her own mouth,
"Not over me please, if you don't mind I just bought these shoes, and I'm afraid I can't help you find anything magic related around here, I don't get involved with other people, I'm too dangerous, that's why I wear this," she held up her finger so the other girl could clearly see the ring on her finger,
"It's bound see, means I can't use magic while I wear it," and she waved her hand around for effect, "What were you looking for anyway? The sanctuary or something?"
Celestia watched her stand up, she was paler than she had been when she had first rounded on her, and she was pretty darn pale to start with, she swayed on her feet for a moment, before brushing the dark hair out of her face, "Or something like that... I'm Rilla by the way, Rilla Styx," her breath was becoming short and shallow, she seemed to be finding it difficult to stand.
"Celestia Terror... Are you okay? You look like you're about to pass out," she stepped back, she didn't know what to do with a fainting person, cause if she caught her that would be like violating her personal space and she didn't even know her, but letting her hit the concrete didn't sound like such a good idea either
"I probably am... Don't worry about it, happens all the time," and she fainted, Celestia caught her arm and hauled her upwards so her body weight was against her, "Now what do I do? I can't leave you unconcious in an alleyway... Guess you're coming with me then," and she lifted her, the years of training her mentor had put her through were really paying off now.

My new Skulduggery pleasant OC who I will write about eventually....

I'm in a real mood for writing at the minute, but I don't want to plan for NaNo because I want to be calm, prepared and level-headed for the kick-off at midnight! anyone else doing it?
So, I'm writing the second skulduggery pleasant OC of the story I'll write eventually.... Most likely after November...

Taken name: Rilla Styx
Given name: Lily Evanson
Looks:
   - Slightly below average height
   - Thick wavy black hair, shoulder-length
   - Forest green eyes
   - Leanly muscled, can be weak for long periods of time because she's quite sickly, very thin
   - Very pale, with dark circles under her eyes
History: Her mother was non-magic, and tried her best to protect her daughter from what she saw as dangerous, when she found out that her husband could use magic she divorced him. She doesn't like Lily to visit her father because with her already frail state of health she doesn't want her to get involved in anything dangerous, treating her like an invalid, thus pushing her away and making her become drawn into the magical world, and her father is only too happy to pass on his knowledge because he doesn't know that she is unwell. She can't fight for long and can't use magic a lot otherwise she faints/coughs up blood etc. She can use a gun and a poison dagger.

She's an adept, who has the power of hypnosis, being able to put people into a trance and cotrolling them and their powers, this takes a great toal on her body so she only uses it when it's necessary. She prefers working on the tactical and plan-making side of things.

hmmm, more NaNo planning....

I need a life so badly..... Because I spent today:
1. drawing a skulduggery pleasant picture (not finished) and a nightmare before christmas picture, their both on my other blog if you wanna check it out.
2. Annotating twilight.... don't ask it's a long story
3. Planning NaNo
4. And trying to make my brothers skulduggery pleasant costume grow with my mind so I can wear it instead of him.
5. Then I read a book

-sigh- I need hobbies, social hobbies, that involve peple, I found today that I had a conversation with myself, and when I realised what I was doing it became awkward....

Anyways... this is a little paragraph about 2 of my characters in my NaNo novel this year, it won't be going in my story so it isn't cheating.


Lacey grinned widely up at her sister, "Would you honestly expect anything less from me?" and she adjusted the belt she wore around her waist, while innocent in appearance held multiple poisons and small blades, not that Lacey needed those she could incapacitate a man with her bare hands, there were such things hidden throughout her clothing, except for in her hat, which was sitting on the table next to her, "Must you really wear that hat?" NJ muttered eyeing it with distaste, it was tall, black and plain, but it still drew a lot of attention to it's wearer, espeacially when it's wearer was a fifteen year old girl, and NJ was sure that in Lacey's line of work attention isn't exactly what's she looking for, "What's wrong with it?" she asked twirling it idly in her hands, "Nothing, it's a fine hat, but I was really hoping that for not getting noticed so you don't get killed," Lacey wrapped a protetive arm around the top-hat, "I knew it! You're jealous! You want my hat, you want to take it for yourself! But I refuse to hand it over!" Lacey slammed the hat onto her head at a precarious angle and harrumphed in a rather un-ladylike fashion and stormed through the door, NJ just stared after her half sister dumbstruck, before shaking her head and mumbling something that sounded an awful lot like, "Idiot sister, almot as bad as the traitor, why me?" before heading upstairs to check on the kid.

NaNoWriMo prep

So this is part of a prologue for my story, took me about five minutes so it's not much use, I'm not actually adding it to my story, it's only for my preperation and getting to know where I'm going with it and giving my characters some background so I am NOT cheating.

                                                            
The sky was a pale blue, wrought with pink hues, it was a pleasant morning, if not a little cold, the cold air nipped at the girl's face as she carried the large wooden bucket down to the well at the other side of the village, she silently cursed at being unable to manipulate air or fire and being unable to warm herself.
 It wasn't much of a village, there was a total of seventy eight residents living there and was nothing compared to the city her mother had taken her to when she was younger. However it was peaceful, and forgotten, the village elder, Mother Saiya was constantly reminding her of how lucky it was that most people, traders and soldiers alike couldn't remember where the town was, because before the emperor Serpine came into power, the knights and soldiers took advantage of towns of this size, pillaging, plundering and assaulting the women, and it is because of the wrong doings of the knights and noblemen of the past that no one could remember where the small village was, for the fey-folk and spirits of the forest and the people of the village had always worked harmoniously, meaning disease and death rates were low, some members of the community like Mother Saiya, lived until they were almost ninety years old. The fey-folk weaved a web of illusion spells and enchantments around it so it is unplottable, you can stumble across it, but later on, after you leave when you go to place it on a map, you don't remember where it is.
 The well was old, and the rope mechanism creaked and whined as she turned it, and again she cursed her lack of manipulation skills, the biggest problem as far as she could see, was that no one really knew much about magic, or couldn't teach it, but if she did say so herself, she was a very decent healer, her mother was the only healer in the village, and she had trained in the city before stumbling across the little town when she was out looking for ingredients one day, and never left.
 Nothing different ever happened, it was always the same, a continuous cycle, the same one that had been repeating itself for the last century, and as far as she could tell, it would keep going for the next century, and probabally the next. Which was fine when you were old like mother Saiya, but Elia was sixteen, she couldn't help but want a little excitement.

I'm actually still not sure of my plot, but this is the best one I've got and I only have 9 days left so I think I'm going to stick with it.

uhm...

I don't really know where this came from... and with my current affliction of fangirl-ism its a miracle I actually managed to write something un-related to the fandom. The fact it isn't related to any  fandom is a miracle....

Pushing the earbuds into her ears, she smiled, the night was a hazy grey, the moon only a sliver of light. It was quiet, she liked quiet, better than screaming, better than anything she knew.
  It was cold too, but she didn't mind the cold, she didn't mind having flushed cheeks or numb hands, she preferred it to inside her house, for with all the warmth a house could provide her it was still cold, but in a different way, empty and hollow, she'd rather be cold than comfortable with nothing.
   The music huumed a sweet tune in her frost-bitten ears as the wind whipped her dark hair around her face and into her eyes, but she didn't mind. If she was lucky she might stumble blindly into the path of an on-coming car, because living on false statements, and having to con her body into battling through another day, just wasn't working anymore.
 Shw was so close to death anyway, she could count the ribs through her skin now, like a xylophone, she wondered what kind of music that would make, a xylophone made from her bones, she imagined it would be sweet and lulling,
  Unconsciously she tugged her sleeves over her butterfly embellished arms, she had inked those on a couple of weeks ago, but they couldn't hide the mismatch, patchwork state of her flesh, ugly and shameful scars littered them.
  She kept walking, and humming as she went, wondering if she would ever properly live again.

Morbid much... the next non-fandom piece I write will be less.... this I promise

Celestia Terror

This is my current little obsession, I'm in love with skulduggery pleasant series, so this is my own character, I've posted a profile and a little piece on her already... but here's some more just because it's in my head and I rather enjoy creating her as a person.

   Celestia pushed the ring onto the finger of her left hand, she immediately felt drained and a little bit weaker, but she knew it was necessary. It was a bound ring, it blocked her bodies access to her power.
   Her powers were too volatile, by simply moving her hand she could kill someone, she wore it at all times, even in her sleep - the last time she had taken it off for bed was the first and last, she had woken up with blood dripping from the ceiling and a cat carcass on the floor in a bloody pool.
    So she never removed it, except for when she needed to fight, like a few minutes ago, Celestia Terror, never lost in a fight, and she tried her very hardest not to kill anyone either. Her magic required so little thought, so little effort that no one could beat her, she didn't get into fights much, so she hadn't made a name for herself in that aspect, for which she was grateful, she didn't like fighting or making people squirm, but it was necessary, and she was good at it, she could make someone elses knees weak with fear even when she was terrified, she could make them scream before she even took her ring off. She didn't enjoy it, she was haunted at night by nightmares and visions, sometimes she awoke, vision blurred with tears with her lip bleeding from where she had bit it in her sleep.
   The horror of what she could do generally drove her away from people, she was young and attractive, so people weren't afraid to go near her, but Celestia was afraid to go near people, to hurt or maim someone innocent, was something she would never do consciously.

Happy birthday to me :)

I'm getting old! Not really, but each year brings me closer to the end, to the close, to the final judgement... or whatever you believe in... I'm feeling morbid this week.... I blame it on the book I'm reading, "the devil's footsteps" by some author... it's rather fantastic, but creepy and morbid.

The girl smirked, "Did you really think I would forget me promise?" she teased, the man on the floor who began to cry, "Please have mercy. Some-one help! Arrest me, kill me but don't let her touch me!" He screamed, the girl chuckled, "You killed my family, did you really think you'd get away with it?" she raised her palms high, her whole body shaking, clenching them into fists, squeezing his heart slowly and painfully, the man flopped and writhed in agony. She splayed her fingers releasing her grip and pulling his heart into pieces, blood burst through the skin of his wrists, and neck. The woman sighed, it was too easy to kill, to maim, to hurt and torture, she didn't want this, this malfunction in her body, she didn't want to be able to kill people but she could, she could give people an agonizing death. She could control them, torture them, from the inside out, she didn't understand why it was happening, or what was wrong with her but it wasn't good, she wanted to be normal, she wanted her family.

She ran back to the place she was staying, an old bookshop, where an old woman had kindly taken her in as a boarder, throwing herself into the room without a word to the owner and slid to the floor weeping, she hadn't wanted any of this, she wanted a family, she wanted to understand. Bryony was a strong girl, she didn't show her emotions much, wearing a fácade, a mask, but sometimes she lost her self control, and she couldn't do anything but cry.

3 years later

Celestia terror nee Bryony carlson, smiled as she stepped on the train, she may only be 16 but she was powerful and strong, she had had a marvelous teacher who had taught her how to control her magic, what she could do to stop herself from ripping people in two when they annoyed her, she was happy, and she liked her new name, it had a certain ring to it.

Don't ask...

Melanie Waters shivered, she pulled the dark trench coat around her, but it wasn't the cold that was making her shiver, it was the shadows.

They haunted her, tugged at her clothes, whispered in her ear, always pulling her attention.
They terrified her, she had felt the shadows since she was a little girl, it hadn't taken her long to realise that not everybody had shadows, they had the usual shadow of course, the image of yourself, but they didn't have the other shadows that teased you, pulling your pigtails and yanking on your dress.

 No-one knew what to do with her, for she didn't waver on her belief in the shadows until she was nine, when she realised that they only got her in trouble, so instead she pretended they weren't there, she ignored them and tried to live like they weren't there... But that just made it worse, by trying to ignore them she was constantly reminded of their presence, they became violent, more volatile, and then they started to speak to her.

She was afraid of the voices worst of all, they were very persuasive and cunning, they told her the things she didn't want to know, they reminded her of things she did that she wanted to forget, and they made her want to do thingd that she shouldn't.
 They whispered low in her ear, telling her about the girls that made fun of her for being a phsycopath, and how she should want to, "Rip their throats out, make them beg, make them plead, squeeze the life from their souls," this terrified her, but what scared her more, was that for one brief moment, she wanted to do it so badly that her fingers had inched towards the cook's knife in the home economics drawer.

When she turned 15 she couldn't ignore them any more, they hurt her, and punished her, lacerating her skin, and then they whispered to her, feeding her their words and murderous intentions, to rip, to tear, to maim and torture.
 Melanie was completely alone, she couldn't tell anyone and she couldn't have friends lest the shadows make her do to something that she would regret, she became an outcast, a reject of her own accord.

Melanie succeded in being invisible for a long time, until she fell in love. He was nothing special, but he was a good soul who made her laugh and forget the shadows, and murder and the different poisons she could slip into someones tea to give them a slow and agonising death, she felt safe.
  The shadows didn't like this, not one bit did they like having their captives attention anywhere but where they were directing her, so they gave her a little push while she was sleeping, for controlling a body in such a vulnerable state was nothing for demons from hell.

She awoke on a roof-top with blood on her hands, and her love lying bleeding beside her, the knife was sitting close by in the pool of crimson, the shadows snickered in her ear, "Isn't it wonderful? Look at it, it's such a lovely colour red," and they cackled some more, Melanie weeped and sobbed begging and pleading and cursing her own name, she had never wanted to live like this, she had never wanted to live at all. It was time to stop, she wouldn't, she couldn't hurt anyone else.

She stepped cautiously to the roof's edge, she peered over the side, it wasn't very high, but it was high enough for the deed, Melanie blinked away her tears, she wasn't sad for herself or for anyone else for she would be leaving no one behind, she was sad because if she had led a different life, without the shadows, it would have been different, she would, or could have been happy.

And she jumped.

I don't know what this is... I really don't. I don't like it much either, I had a rather different thing planned in my head, but it turned out like this.... Its a little morbid and dark but it could be worse...

Just thinking....

This might become a daily thing... I say that now when I've had nothing to do and posted a few rubbish things on consecutive days but then I won't post for a long time... I can tell that'll happen but I'm going to write this anyway.

The woman had seen into the king’s heart long before she and the child had been seperated at the prisons’ gate. She thought of escaping instead of cursing him but saw it was no use, they knew her face, they would hunt her down and kill her and Kayla, at least this way, she had a support for her daughter’s life, the soldier from the forest wasn’t a bad man, and he was too scared of what she would do to him to go back on his word, he knew what to do, she had made sure of that herself.

The king had deicded that after she had been executed he would leave the child out on the streets, for her fate to be decided there, so the woman spent the two days and two nights before her execution  on a dirty straw mattress which offered no comfort or heat to her frail and thin body, plotting how she would curse the king, she had to keep  her word, although previous it had been an empty threat, but then he made the wrong decision, and she had to hold true to her end of the bargain, she wouldn’t let him get away with planning to throw the precious life of her daughter to the scum and mongrels on the street, she was only a baby after all, she hadn’t even come into any magic yet, though she had no doubt that she would inherit her powers. Her first thought was about plagueing his kingdom, but decided that was unfair on all the villagers and townsfolk who had not wronged her in any way or who had never wronged anyone in any way, just innocent bystanders, along with this thought went tampering with rainfall, water sources and crops, she considered weakening the queen but realised that it would throw the kingdom into turmoil, nothing caused as much upset as an ailing monarch.

Then the idea struck her, it was her daughter being put at risk, her life hanging in the balance at such a tender age, the king had a son, only a fraction older than her daughter, and he as a parent, should feel the pain of someone hurting their child, she would not normally have tainted such a young life but she had to keep her word, and it would be felt for the next generations of his people, she wouldn’t physically hurt the boy, she wouldn’t kill him or do something that would last only for a short time, oh no, her magic would be long lived, and last long after she was dead, and she laughed, a hollow dry sound rasping in her throat, and began conjuring the curse.

A little snippet of something I've been working on.. it's supposed to be like a fairy tale

Just some more OC's from an original story so if you steal theem I will hunt you down and murder you violently :)

Lorelei Jenson
Looks:
  - Red hair (more auburny than ginger) just past her shoulders
  - Green eyes with flecks of gold and brown
  - Relatively short
  - Thin, but quite strong and toned
  - Pale and freckled
Age: 94 (looks 19)
History/info: Lorelei is an angel assasin, she rids the world of certain scum and murderers who the elder council to her to, she uses a one handed silver sword, and her magic to do the jobs, she has a short temper. She was partnered with a dark angel, Sam Taylor, she can't stand him, Light angels and dark angels don't get along because of the bad blood between them, but the two elder councils are trying to reform ties by putting it all behind them, Lorelei agrees with this but she can't stand Sam.


Sam Taylor
Looks:
  - Dark brown hair, thick and permanently windswept
  - Brown eyes
  - 6'5 (height)
  - Strong and muscled
  - Slightly tanned
Age: 140 (looks around 22)
History/info: Sam is an angel assasin, he's the son of the Main elder in the Dark angel's council, he uses a silver claymore and his dark magic, he's very egotistical. He was partnered with the light angel Lorelei Jenson, he can't get enough of her, but he would never let it show. He lives with Lorelei in a large apartment in London.

Just a little creepy something

The sun was setting, all was quiet, no birds sung, no children shouted or laughed, no one spoke, what broke the silence of the air was the whining creak of a metallic swing, in the bottom of an abandoned garden. 

  When new residents would ask no one bought that house and why no one removed the dreadful old thing,
they were told with gusto the story of the horrible happenings at the house at the corner.

"There was a little girl lived there, don't remember how long ago, but her wee dead body was found on that swing, her innocent brown eyes closed like sleeping, and a slit going from under her ear to her stomach,"

and they would trace the line for emphasis, and older residents, would embellish it a little more, to make sure no one would move the swing, out of respect for the dead, no one particularly wanted to buy the house either, for supersticious reasons.

Sometimes whenever all was quiet, and no wind was blowing the trees the swing would rock,

back, and forth, back and forth,
squeak and grind, squeak and grind,

what no one knew, but still speculated in ghost stories, was that there was a little girl sitting on the swing, in a white dress, rocking it,
to and fro,
backwards and forwards,

Always sitting, always watching, she'd been there for eighty years she'd be there for eighty more.

 She watches the people look at her swing in horror, and she wouldn't understand, she'd call to them,

"Why won't you play with me? I'm so lonely?"

 because the little girl didn't understand  that no one could see her, and she couldn't move from the swing because her soul was bound to the metal bars, because that was where she died,
she sat every day,
she watched and waited,
swinging, to and fro,
waiting,
always waiting,
for someone to come and play.

I don't know if I like this.... but I think I do... I don't really know where it came from... what do you think??

character profile

Given Name: Bryony Carlson
Taken Name: Celestia terror
Looks:
           - Dark brown curly hair, mid-waist
           - Amber eyes
           - Tall and thin
           - Leanly muscled
           - Pale and freckled
Age: 16
History: Bryony was orphaned as a child, she underwent truly terrible things in the orphanage, but when she discovered her powers, and how dangerous they were she ran away when she was 13. She lives in the backroom of an old bookstore, the shop owner taught her how to use the magic she sensed in the young girls veins.
She's an adept, she carries a 12 inch switchblade strapped to her thigh. She is also trained in self defense and with a staff.

Her adept power is to manipulate people's blood and their bodies, cotracting their hearts their veins, attacking their nerve system, giving them excruciting pain or an agonising death. her power scares her, she has only ever killed one person with it, by contracting their heart, the man she murdererd was her families killer, and she had sworn revenge on him, for putting her in the orphanage.

Life gets in the way

Have you ever had the most tremendous idea in the corner of your mind?
 Like something you might have come up with in a dream, but you just can't remember what it was or why it was (if that makes sense) and jsut before you grasp it a teacher calls on you, or you have to get up?
 I've had the feeling all week, and it's driving me balistic.

I've been writing various bits and pieces, no short stories though, I've been trying to focus on school, trying being the keyword.

"Children’s powers are awakened once they reach the age of four, sometimes their powers can be recognised earlier, and sometimes later. These powers are called gifts, and the individual possessing the power uses it according to their line of work, usually assigned by the empire if it is a particularly unusual gift, though mostly these are from the higher rankings, sometimes they are from lower rankings too.

The status and wealth of a member of society is measured on what ranking their gift is, they achieve their first ranking upon entrance to first school, this is however only a predicted ranking of what they will be when they enter the world of work, and once they enter second school their predicted ranking will be reviewed and possibly changed, and once they leave school, their ranking will become permanent."

Small piece from something I'm working on.... what do you think?

character history

This is to help me develop characters and give them history, instead of just imagine them up out of the blue... I hope it's okay.

The princess was born to her parents on June the 24^th, this was declared a day of national celebration, as the king and queen had been trying for a child for many, many years before her birth, she was named Lucinda Marie Bróse, a happy child with a bubbling laugh, rosy cheeks and could have whatever her heart desired. Her parents were indulgent, giving the child a lavish sleeping area next to their own room. Her hair was bright and soft, like spun gold, it hung in tight ringlets around her shoulders, she had the same eyes as her mother, wide and chocolate brown, she was a most attractive child with a sweet temperament.

As she grew, her blonde ringlets extended down her back as the queen thought a shame to cut it, her deep chocolate brown eyes shone and she smiled so often the dimples in her soft pink cheeks appeared permanent. At this stage of her life she was as all girls are, rather vain, and madly in love with ruffles, lace, silk and pink, so the staff members named her Lacey, as Lucinda didn’t suit her personality at all, the name stuck, her parents accepting it was the perfect match for the little princess.

Once she began her schooling, it became apparent of how incredibly bright she was. She had an intuitive spark about her, making her the apple of all the lecturer’s and teacher’s eyes, languages flowed easily from her tongue, and maths solved quickly in her head, in art she excelled, but her work was not quite what the tutor wanted, they were much to fabricated for the practical woman’s liking.

As she was in her teenage years, she was still called Lacey, although the silk, lacy pinks of her youth were rarely donned on her lithe frame, she had finished schooling, although she still loved to read books, preferring this to sewing as she could not even do a simple stitch. She had taken up riding horses; occasionally she would watch her rambunctious red-headed sister Anna-rose, who she felt no attachment to what-so-ever which she felt, was an odd thing. She started noticing how unlike her parents she was, she had her mother’s eyes, but the rest of her held no resemblance to the king and queen, or her baby sister, they all had wider shoulders, shorter stature and wild red hair, along with these realisations came sudden doubts about who she was, and why sometimes she could do things, she shouldn’t be able to do, the worry pressed on her, although she never voiced her fears aloud.

hey guys XD

When I say writer in the title of this blog, it really means aspiring writer, I'm not quite there yet, but someday I hope to have some published works in book shops everywhere, because I love reading, and I adore having a good one, and I want to give that kind of pleasure to other people from what I can write.

I've got 3 full blown stories in the works at the minute, not to mention short stories and poetry, I've also got plenty of finished work, that I might let you read, I am fairly new at this, so any tips or pointers would be greatly appreciated!