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Tuesday, 23 June 2015

Revised and Rewritten; April

I felt this is an important thing to let everyone reading know about, that I didn't think of mentioning before. I revisit, revise and rewrite pieces of texts when I'm unhappy with them, but I perhaps forget to mention that this is what I have done - They're all a work in progress, constantly, and the version I upload is the first one I've deemed "okay" for others to read and give feedback on.

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Revised/Rewritten in April:

Saturday, 4 April 2015

Fawn: Living in Fear

This is the second part of the story "Fawn", you can find the link to the previous piece of the storyline by clicking on this link and finding it on the list. 

Living in Fear

It was dark. She was running. Running through that forest again. This time she knew something was waiting for her. This time she knew. This time she’d turn around, she swore she would. And then, too early for her to truly have expected it, it was on her. It was at her throat. It had ripped her throat. She was bleeding, bleeding out. It looked at her. Its eyes were filled with pity. Pity and sorrow.

Saturday, 28 February 2015

Fawn: Alive

There isn't much to say about this piece yet, other than that it's a rather rambling and perhaps a little different from the other pieces in the series, also that I may change it as I progress with the other pieces of the text so don't hate me if the prologue of the story is suddenly different; Apologies for that in advance! 


The world is unjust. And many of the lives that pass through it go unnoticed. But some… some affect everything around them. Like that of the woman lying on the moss over there. Yes, that woman. The one covered in blood. The one whose throat had been torn. She looks just like any other sporty girl from the City of Nova with her long red locks and pale complexion, doesn’t she? Her name, though perhaps irrelevant, was Lola Fray.

Saturday, 7 February 2015

A Day of Regret

This is an old piece I wrote for a competition - Not one of my best but I enjoyed exploring this aspect of my writing; I feel like I could by rewriting it and perhaps continuing it make something out of it..

At the time I thought life was simple and easy. You live and you die. Maybe you work and start a family, maybe you don't. But no matter what I thought, I knew we would all end up the same way. Joining the hunt in the better hunting grounds always seemed odd to me and I didn't much care for the notions of our loved ones sitting atop a cloud and looking down at us. My mother had believed in all that. I never believed any of it. Dead is dead and mostly 6 feet under, too. Life was simply the thing you did before you were gone. Life wasn't as precious as old people felt it was. Oh, how wrong I was. I still felt immortal - that's how young I was! I was nineteen and I had learned nothing about life and its cruelty. No one close to me had died and nothing horrible had ever happened. To me, wars were nothing but a part of history and death the inevitable thing somewhere faraway in the future. I didn't see myself dying any time soon. Actually, I didn't really see myself dying at all though I believed in it being inevitable. All this held true all the way until my 20th birthday, November the 18th 2011. What happened that day, haunts me to this very day.

Friday, 2 May 2014

To Be A Cat For A Day?

To Be A Cat For A Day? is a story of a young woman, Evelynn Yorke, who finds herself in all sorts of trouble in 2154. It all starts one beautiful morning when her lab blows up as she walks in. Who would want to kill her and why?


This kind of mornings always made her wish to be a cat. Cats can sleep whenever, wherever they want to, she mused and they didn't have to go to work after a sleepless night to be there at 7AM sharp. Why, oh why, hadn't she been born a cat or an owl? Being either animal would suit her basic needs and sleep schedule a lot better. But alas, Mother Nature had just had to play pranks and games when natures were handed out and hence given a human that of a cat - or so Eve had always believed.
        For a young, aspiring scientist she had a lot of beliefs and her fellow scientists were either amused or irritated by them and her ethics. She was honest and unwilling to withhold information of her scientific research and how it was conducted. Besides, whenever they saw her, she seemed perky and happy plus her sarcastic and cheeky comments never went unnoticed and always made other people angry. My associates are so humorless and dull, she thought as she sipped the morn's first cup of herbal tea. She never seemed to be able to stomach coffee, which annoyed other scientists beyond belief, mainly because none of them seemed to be able to do anything without caffeine in their systems. She didn't think much of it - their behavior was rather foolish and their caffeine consumption was probably the reason why they couldn't live without it.

Monday, 6 January 2014

Emmy Newbury: Chapter 2

Note: This chapter isn't complete yet, but if something bothers you about it, please leave a comment. If you haven't read the PROLOGUE and CHAPTER 1, I suggest you do that now.

The Forest

“Damn it! We have to stop. Those gunfire sounds were our tires breaking”, Cam swore and forced the car to stop. Emmy was even angrier about it than Cam was, but they both knew anger wouldn't solve anything since following leads with only two working tires would be rather difficult. “I'll call someone to pick it up and then we can start walking”, Emmy said and didn't even ask for the approval of her partner. Partners or not, she was in charge because she owned the company and Cam had just wanted to work there.

Tuesday, 12 March 2013

A Death Wish: Wishes to Eternity

Sometimes I thought of what could've been instead of what actually was. I knew none of what I thought ever happened but, at times, I wished it had, not because I was miserable but because others were miserable around me. No one seemed happy and I knew for a fact that no one was happy. I brought misfortune with me. And that's why all of the alternate realities, which I thought of, were ones where I'd died in one incident or another. Sometimes I really wished I'd die in that very spot but nothing ever happened. I've written my will and the people around me know exactly what it says. They all get specific bits of my fortune, the one I'd inherited in pieces and then grown by working in all sorts of businesses - thievery wasn't the smallest nor was paid murders. Honest work just wasn't what a woman got to do in this country!
            I'd hired the finest of all of the murderers to try and kill me. Sixteen people, not one success story of my death. Fifteen tried and failed perhaps the last one would be more successful.. I wasn't holding my breath for that, since you just don't surprise a woman who is third cat, sixth wolf and half witch. I guess it didn't work quite like they thought it would. And with such a mixed heritage, I didn't know how long I'd live. It's already been six hundred years.
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