It's weird, I start to write stories but I can never finish them unless I have a deadline or it's a short story. I'd love to be able to write a novel but ... pfft. I couldn't do it, I could. But, I just wouldn't! 
here's a few examples!!
Kingdom Luvvie
The wet snakes of water curled up my legs, and made my bright pink tights go a darker shade as I splashed my way through the puddles. I shouldn’t of worn yellow and pink. First off it’s way to distinctive for those creatures to see me, and secondly, they would now be ruined.
My heart raced and it pounded vigorously against my chest, making me breathe heavier. I can run quite fast and they were lagging behind me but they would catch up. The streets seemed dirtier and more grim than usual, the deserted houses and shops looked haunting, and night had come sooner than I had hoped. The air was musty, and was beginning to become immersed with fog. Determinedly, I jumped up and grabbed onto a shop bar sign and pulled myself up, so I was resting on a window ledge. The screeches and moans coming from them were horrific. At that moment I wished to be deaf. The way they sloped around, trying to intimidate you with their spindly thin statures and large bulging eyes.
But I’m not afraid. I’m never afraid. To be afraid means you’ve caved in to defeat. Then you can never win. But I always win.
All of a sudden, they spotted me, calling out to one another to show them where I was. They were more intelligent than I thought. I held onto the bar and smashed my leg through the window and jumped through. It was dark and for the first time I was slightly scared. It had been a bedroom, little music boxes with fairies, teddy bears and dolls everywhere. Half-heartedly, I ran out the room quickly went downstairs and carefully whipped back the small kitchen curtain to have look outside. Nothing.
It was time to go.
Heroically I kicked down the front door and went north. Fast. As I was running to my escape, one of the freaks came out of nowhere and started to make me back-up. No way was this happening. Then another came from my left. Then another, from my right. In a few seconds a whole gang of them had me surrounded. I turned this way and that, staring up and their disgusting faces. They were at least two foot taller than me. And I’m fairly tall for my age.
Here we go; the training would now pay off.
Screaming like a kung-foo maniac I pelted, kicked and punched them. They wouldn’t die; just stun them enough so I could get away. I turned to one of them and kneed the bugger in the face. Then one of them came sauntering up to me, its claw hand grabbed my face and lifted me up above its head.
This was it, I bit its claw and smashed its gross face and rolled over as it dropped me. I got up, and ran.
As I did, they all stumbled around foolishly and I felt extremely proud. My walkie talkie bleeped. “Luvvie? You there?” as I turned the corner I saw Tom about a yard away from the gate. “Yeah.” I said with a smirk.
“Having fun?” he mocked,
I grinned. “Oh, amazing fun.” I sounded cocky, but understandably triumphant.
He started to run up to the gate as I got nearer and he held out his hand for me to grab onto. Tom is great; he’s such a good friend. As I caught his hand tightly we ran twin-like in the pouring rain up to the realm gate.
The freaks were coming, and we didn’t have much time.
Quickly, we each grabbed either side of the gate, and pushed. Tom finishing just after me. I slotted the key in and turned it just as one the monsters banged into the gate. They repelled off it like a magnet. But, just as I expected there were a bit stupid, as they kept hitting against it but still getting the same experience.
Me and Tom looked at each other and smiled. “Come on.” I said. “Let’s go.” We walked into the misty and sweet smelling clouds of darkness back into the real world.
Broken Soul.
A body needs to be restored. But what happens when all the power in the world helps out?
A little girl is dying, and her parents need her to stay alive for the good of their planet. They set out to find the greatest magic of all. Little do they know that this magic could disrupt the whole body of the universe. Forever.
One
Feeling the sand under my hands made me feel like a child, who had just discovered a new word. I rolled my fingers back and forth through the grains of velvet and shut my eyes.
Dreaming is a powerful thing. It can make you believe anything you want it to. You can defeat your worst fears; accomplish your wildest ambitions, and rest in a magical world of your own for a while. No one can touch you. You’re just in an empty space, floating amongst your brain stories of wonder. It’s another life you can finally call your own. You, and only you, play God, while the rest of the universe controls theirs.
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The lights twinkled among us, as did their faces. Their eyes lit up with excitement and I couldn’t help but smile so broadly, that my cheeks hurt within a second of extending my mouth. The whole city and maybe more, had come to see our new baby girl. Authreus put his arm round my waist and squeezed me inwards to him. My headdress bumped his crown and he bent his head down to mine. He grinned cheekily and rubbed his nose against mine. Tenderly, he kissed my lips and started to walk closer to the balcony. I stood there, feeling like a little girl again, twirling side to side bashfully and staring at the floor with a smile. I had the perfect family. My life was now just going to get better and better. I had never felt so alive. The aisles were piled with on lookers, the great stone walls looked enchanting with the bright pink roses that were attached to the jade green ivy, and the gargoyles looked much more pleasant, now in light of the bright aquamarine sky. The clouds could have never looked more candyfloss like, and the noise of excited chatter and joyful squeals made me laugh quietly. Suddenly, silence started to sweep down amongst everyone, and I too made my way towards the edge of the balcony. Authreus looked at me lovingly and whispered in my ear, “Liasay?” I looked up at once with bewilderment; he never called me by my full name. “You know, you have the responsibility of raising our daughter now, this has to be a spectacular presentation, she needs to be praised, adored at all costs, to prevent any disappointment.” Right after that he moved along to start the show.
The trumpets blew, the birds flew, and the people all started to clap and cheer. This was it; we were now going to present our first child.
A mixture of excitement and hesitance entered my body. I was of course proud and pleased that it was going to happen, but what if it wasn’t what people expected? What if they were disappointed? No. They were all going to be glad, they have to be. My thoughts were stopped abruptly by the band.
Morgaminx held the loud-horn and sent a terrific sounding note down. The marching soldiers were smiling! They were happy! This all meant tremendous news. Or maybe they think we have been blessed with a son? So he can join them when he becomes old enough? Oh no, good thoughts should only be processed.
My wondrous husband held the kingdom at his word and started to speak to our people. His face was proud, and it’s the most proud smile he’s ever had upon his powerful head. “For many centuries, we have wanted an heiress to be born.” There were some calls of happiness and beautiful gasps emerging from the crowd. “For many years, we have waited for a child to be born into our family.” Again, they began to whisper with enthusiasm. “Now, we can finally show you… our new daughter!” Ecstatic cheers and woops came from below. There were no sour faces, everyone just looked thrilled.
Out from the purple velvet curtains behind us a cot was being brought through, and placed just under the balcony’s view. I bent down into the angel’s bed and looked at her for a moment. I stroked her dark hair and whispered ever so softly into her tiny pink ear, “You, my love. You will be great. You will be the most beautiful and astonishing princess.” Carefully, I pulled from underneath her and cradled the god-given-gift in my arms.
As I got up, I whipped my hair out of my face and turned around. I was ready to see their bright happy faces.
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He wouldn’t stop. That was clear. The red had seeped through my thin t-shirt, and now he had gone to get his belt behind the old armchair. The question is always ‘Why?’ why is he being such a complete idiot? Where is this getting him? Only his self esteem is building. Even so, it soon dies out and he does it again. But people have been noticing. The scars. The bruises. The plasters. The bandages, the long sleeves, the stockings, the hats and the bandanas. School is the worst. The looks I get make me feel 10 inches tall. It’s ever since mum died. He blames himself. But he’s going to be responsible for another death if he doesn’t stop soon.
He’s back. With even more rage. “You stupid, stupid girl!” There’s no point shouting. He’ll just hold something nasty-tasting between your mouth and hold it there while he lets it all out.
I must admit, the belt does hurt. After a while you go a bit numb and can’t feel anything. But then you have the job of finding the marks you didn’t feel afterwards. Sometimes I count how many times he hurts me before I can’t feel the pain anymore. You know, to try and think of it as a game instead of a punishment for something I never did. The most I’ve ever got to was one thousand, three hundred and forty two.
That was recently actually, I think along with my hair being torn out it doubled the hurting.
Usually, I get nervous before the first hit. Then after the tenth time I become used to it and I try to think of it as a bad dream. A dream that will only end when the throbbing stops.
I remember the first time it happened. About a month after mum died, he started to get more angry and violent, and because he didn’t have mum to pick on, he went for the next best thing.
He hit me in my chest and I had yelled at him, “What the hell are you doing dad? That really hurt!” After that I had burst into tears and stutters of confusion and sadness. The next day, he lunged at my throat, and held his big strong hands there for an excruciating ten seconds. Then he dropped his grip and grabbed my shoulders and led me towards the table. He pushed me down and looked over on me. “You will obey me! You are my possession, and I can do whatever I like!” I had just sat there, wondering if he was just warning me, and thoughts went through my mind wondering what I had done wrong. All of a sudden he smashed my head against the edge of the table and I had fallen unconscious.
My dad being violent towards me isn’t the thing I dread the most. It’s my little sister witnessing it almost everyday. I ask dad to stop doing it in front of her, at least take me into a different room. He just responds with, “No, it will give her a better meaning of power and will teach her who the boss is.”
It upsets so much, and I just wish somehow it would stop.
Now, I’m just trying to get on with life. I’m just in my last GCSE year and was going to hand in my final piece of History coursework when it happened again. SO I’m trying to get rid of the blood splodges over my folder and bits of paper. I could just print it out again, but that didn’t help the folder situation. All of a sudden, a shrill scream came from downstairs. I darted out of the room, and slid across the landing falling awkwardly on my leg and cried out as the sharp twinges erupted up my through my body. As I got up slowly, I flicked my head back and was stunned at what I saw.
A pale figure stood in my way and it started to get closer and as it did so and stood up quickly. It was almost as if it wanted to run to me for help. It stopped dead on where it just reached me. This was no illusion. Yes, it was pale and ghostly, but I felt real presence as I was looking at it. I was not scared. I have other things to be more afraid of.
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Darkness. It was just darkness. No more grinning faces. No more twinkling lights. Just complete and utter darkness. Enough to see faintly I grant you that, but not only was everything pitch black, it was also deadly silent. You could kill a man with the quietness that surrounded me. I looked down. My baby had gone. My angel was not resting in my arms. I cried out in despair and agony, ‘Help! Please! Someone help me! My child… my child is gone….! Please…” My heart had almost come to a standstill.
Not The End....
