Matt
A shiver ran down my spine. The music was so spooky. I tried to gather clues over what I would have to do by studying the area around me but all I could see was some hooded figures and a well. Maybe they’d try and drown me, I thought, in human blood.
A voice rang out; I recognised it as Vladimir Creek, my old teacher. “Tonight our vampire tribe will have a new member, Mathew Ebony!”
A cheer rang out; I figured it was for a new member, not for me.
“All he has to do is one thing. I hope he doesn’t find it hard.”
A few laughs and sniggers erupted from the crowd but I knew I had to ignore them.
“As the vampire parts of you know all he will have to do is...” His voice was almost a whisper now. “...Kiss a vampire girl over The Black Well!”
I was too surprised to do anything. I had thought it would be something difficult or painful, but this...
A new figure emerged from behind the well I had seen earlier. She was wearing a short red dress that sparkled in the eerie candle-light. I recognised her at once. It was Sasha Rush. Ok, now I felt annoyed, Um...Sapphire Rush? This was every male under-the-sun’s crush except mine. Why couldn’t they pick somebody I liked? Not some stupid plastic doll.
I took a step forward, I had to or they would kick me out.
Showing posts with label Creative writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Creative writing. Show all posts
Sunday, 14 November 2010
Wednesday, 24 February 2010
My story part 2
1
Natalie
Natalie Rodda walked to the room where the Freedom Fighters held their councils.
The guard standing outside placed a hand on her forehead; this was how he could read her mind. “Well, you may pass.”
She pushed open the double doors and walked in.
“Oh finally, Miss Rodda, we’ve been waiting for you.” Ovander Creek said. He was tall and slim, his silver hair was tied back and his features were sharp and defined. Like many elves he thought himself far above the human army and reckoned that they should just be weapons in the final face of.
“Yeah well this is the middle of a war, not everything can be punctual.”
“NO, we have to be on...”
A new voice spoke up, it was Nathaniel’s, he had brown hair, bright blue eyes and he was the sort of person who would stand up for anyone. “Leave her alone Ovander, she’s only a few minutes late and anyway, if I remember correctly, this is the only meeting this month you’ve turned up on time.”
A few cheers echoed from the human’s side of the room, quiet ones though, Ovander was a dangerous enemy to have.
Ovander turned to look around the room, “Now, Nathaniel, no need for us to argue over her, let’s get on with it...”
The door burst open and through them came a young elf. He staggered under the weight of something which he placed on the floor. All eyes became fixed on it and the hall was engulfed in silence, so when he began to speak, the terrible words he uttered filled the hall. “C...commander Sweet-apple’s dead; t...that’s her body...”
Natalie
Natalie Rodda walked to the room where the Freedom Fighters held their councils.
The guard standing outside placed a hand on her forehead; this was how he could read her mind. “Well, you may pass.”
She pushed open the double doors and walked in.
“Oh finally, Miss Rodda, we’ve been waiting for you.” Ovander Creek said. He was tall and slim, his silver hair was tied back and his features were sharp and defined. Like many elves he thought himself far above the human army and reckoned that they should just be weapons in the final face of.
“Yeah well this is the middle of a war, not everything can be punctual.”
“NO, we have to be on...”
A new voice spoke up, it was Nathaniel’s, he had brown hair, bright blue eyes and he was the sort of person who would stand up for anyone. “Leave her alone Ovander, she’s only a few minutes late and anyway, if I remember correctly, this is the only meeting this month you’ve turned up on time.”
A few cheers echoed from the human’s side of the room, quiet ones though, Ovander was a dangerous enemy to have.
Ovander turned to look around the room, “Now, Nathaniel, no need for us to argue over her, let’s get on with it...”
The door burst open and through them came a young elf. He staggered under the weight of something which he placed on the floor. All eyes became fixed on it and the hall was engulfed in silence, so when he began to speak, the terrible words he uttered filled the hall. “C...commander Sweet-apple’s dead; t...that’s her body...”
Monday, 15 February 2010
My story part 1
I have decided to do a story and post it on my blog. Here is the first chapter, hope you enjoy it!
Machine Warrior Magnus stomped onto the roof of his control tower. In front of him the slim figure of Commander Sweet-apple of the Freedom Fighters stood; ready for battle.
“Ah, so this is your last stand, a face off with a hulking great machine like me, on top of one of the biggest towers ever made,” Magnus mused, “how dramatic.”
“I’d hold your tongue till afterwards, maybe you won’t be so cocky then. On second thoughts maybe you won’t have a tongue left.” The commander said.
“I hear a lot of “maybes” in that sentence,” he snarled.
“Yeah well it’s not really that likely is it?”
Magnus sighed, the human was better than most of her comrades, not afraid of death and an excellent fighter. Shame she wasn’t smart enough to see the resistance would never win. He would have liked her but now she had crossed him and, like many before her, she had to die.
Without warning he slashed his huge fist towards her. She jumped back, out of the way. He tried again with the other hand, again she jumped but this time his spiked gauntlet clipped her chest. She drew her sword but blood was already starting to stain her shirt. She ran at him and with the last of her effort wacked the sword at his head. He gave her a little brush with his finger and she fell away like a leaf. He cupped his hand round her neck and picked her up. “Choose your last words carefully.”
The whisper that came out of her mouth was barely audible. “Go...to...hell,” her head drooped. Magnus threw the limp body onto the battle below.
He laughed manically, stupid humans.
More coming soon!
Machine Warrior Magnus stomped onto the roof of his control tower. In front of him the slim figure of Commander Sweet-apple of the Freedom Fighters stood; ready for battle.
“Ah, so this is your last stand, a face off with a hulking great machine like me, on top of one of the biggest towers ever made,” Magnus mused, “how dramatic.”
“I’d hold your tongue till afterwards, maybe you won’t be so cocky then. On second thoughts maybe you won’t have a tongue left.” The commander said.
“I hear a lot of “maybes” in that sentence,” he snarled.
“Yeah well it’s not really that likely is it?”
Magnus sighed, the human was better than most of her comrades, not afraid of death and an excellent fighter. Shame she wasn’t smart enough to see the resistance would never win. He would have liked her but now she had crossed him and, like many before her, she had to die.
Without warning he slashed his huge fist towards her. She jumped back, out of the way. He tried again with the other hand, again she jumped but this time his spiked gauntlet clipped her chest. She drew her sword but blood was already starting to stain her shirt. She ran at him and with the last of her effort wacked the sword at his head. He gave her a little brush with his finger and she fell away like a leaf. He cupped his hand round her neck and picked her up. “Choose your last words carefully.”
The whisper that came out of her mouth was barely audible. “Go...to...hell,” her head drooped. Magnus threw the limp body onto the battle below.
He laughed manically, stupid humans.
More coming soon!
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