Monday, 19 December 2011

Merry Christmas!!

Hiya, my happy snowmen! Christmas is almost upon us - a time of pressies and chocolate and love and all the other stuff.This will be my last blog post until after New Year, so I wish you all a very merry Christmas!
As my own Christmas present, I leave you with this. I wrote it in about two seconds, so it isn't very good, but still. I wrote it after thinking about my schools annual Christmas assembly. Usually they talk about the nativity and Jesus (I don't really believe in all that - sorry!) but this year the reverend talked about giving and less fortunate children. Now, I might not believe in God, but I still like the meaning of Christmas - love. This letter is the brainchild of that. Give to those less fortunate!
And finally, MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! :D

Dear Daddy...

Dear Daddy,
                   Hello. Mummy told me to write this, to let you know what is happeing happening. I thought it was stoopid, because you know everything, but Mummy says I have to. I don’t want to make her angry so I am writing this.

How are you? I’m excited. It is Christmas in a few days (or Crimble as mary at school calls it - it told her it was wrong, but she didn’t listen) I can’t wait to get my presents in the morning. I got Mummy a present. Its a candle called “Evening Rose” it smells good, and I hope she likes it.

I am rellay looking forward to getting my presents. I saw Mummy wrapping a lego man up with the brown paper. I think it was for me, but them she saw me and screamed. I ran up to my room and hid under my bed. I wish she didn’t get so angry.

Mummy gets angry sometimes, but I think that is becos she misses you. She says I “wind her up the wall” and if I make to much noise she makes me go to my room and I don’t get any dinner. Once she hit me on the head, and I fell asleep but then she said sorry and boout bought me a cake. I was happy after that. I try really really really hard not to make her angry, but I always do the rong thing. I usually stay in my room.

I wish you were here for Christmas. More presents for me!!!! I bought a present for you, but then Mummy found it and threw it out. I felt sad when that happened but then Mummy explained that would see it anyway. That cheered me up a bit but I still wish you were here.

Mummy says I need to go do the dishes and tidy my room now. She’s got that wierdd weird look in her eye, the one she gets when she has a bottle in her hand. She’s shouting at me. I wish you were here Daddy, not with mr jesus in the sky. She was less angry then.

I need to go Daddy. Pleeese reply as soon as posible. Have a merry Christmas and say hi to mr jesus for me!

I love you so much.

Love  Jack xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxoooooo 

Monday, 12 December 2011

The Feral Boy 2

Heya! I did it! I wrote another Feral Boy story, just for you :) I actually loved writing it, so I hope you enjoy it too! It's quite long - 2600 :O - so be ready!

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The Feral Boy 2

Amelia bounced on the balls of her feet. It was freezing - winds were howling all around her, whipping and shoving her clothes in all directions. There was a thin layer of frost on the ground. Her eyes scanned the horizon desperately. Javen said he would meet her at the old station at ten o’clock. Where was he?

“You don’t think he’s stood you up?” Amelia turned round and frowned. Jessica stood beside her, warm and snug in a woolly jumper and purple mittens. “I mean, you’ve know each other for weeks, and for him just to not turn up, especially when he suddenly wanted to move’s a bit suspicious.”

Amelia stamped her feet. “Oh, shut up, Jessica. He’ll come! He’s just late because of the weather, that’s all.”

Jessica nodded and turned back to face the road. It stretched out in front of them, a silent grey river. It was lined with derelict houses and shops, frozen grass sprouting from the gutters. Behind her was the old train station. It was rusted and cracked, disused ever since the new gravity tubes had been introduced. Moss coated it like a coat and the darkness that grew inside it was blacker than coal.

It wasn’t that far away from where she and Javen had first met, over three months ago. It seemed much shorter than that though. She visited him every day after school and a couple of times at the weekend too. They talked about everything - his life, her life, whether chocolate was the best thing ever (he said yes, she said no...but only because she’s tasted truffles), why the sky was blue...

“Look, look! He’s here! Amelia, he’s here!”
Amelia glanced up and a smile spread over her face. Javen was walking down the road, waving. His brown hair floated around his face, moved by the gale. He started jogging towards the girls.

“Hey!” Amelia could just hear his voice and grinning, she turned to Jessica.

“Bye, Jess. I’ll talk to you later, ok?” Jessica hugged her friend once more and vanished, swallowed by Amelia’s imagination.

“Hey, Amelia,” Javen said, slowing to a stop. Amelia felt her heart beat faster. She still had a crush on him, even if he did have a girlfriend.

“How are you?”

“Good. Cold, mainly.” She smiled and Javen laughed. He was dressed in his pair of tattered jeans and an old vest top, as usual. Amelia had wanted to buy him some warmer clothes for the winter, but she doubted he would accept them. “How are you?”

He shrugged. “Same old, same old.” He paused and wrapped his arm round Amelia’s shoulder. She felt warm immediately as the electricity sparked and flowed through her arm and back. “I have something to show you.”

Amelia grinned. “What?”

Javen pulled her round. “I’ll tell you when we get there. Now, come on!” He walked forward, into the train station.

Amelia pulled back and stood still. “W-we’re going in there?”

Javen nodded and grabbed Amelia’s hand. “It’s safe. I promise.” He paused and rummaged around in his pocket. “Here. You can use this.” He pressed a tiny torch into Amelia’s hand and then smiled. “Come on then!”

He pulled Amelia into the train station, laughing. She stumbled after him, her finger touching the pad that would start the torch. She had never liked the dark. It scared her to think of all the beasties and monsters that might hide in it. She felt safer with the torch and Javen of course, but there was a great feeling of horror rising from the pit of her stomach.

“Turn the torch on.” Amelia pressed the button and the world around her lit up. They were standing in a hall, full of old shops and broken turnstiles. Glass was scattered across the floor in pointed daggers, piercing bags of chips and old bottles.  Amelia moved the torch round. There was a scurry of movement, and Amelia spotted a tail disappearing into a hole in the wall. Shivering, she turned to Javen.

“Can we go now?”

Javen shook his head. “I haven’t ever shown you the best part yet! Follow me.” He walked towards a wall 
and slipped through a metal grate in the floor. He was gone in an instant. Amelia walked forward hastily, her eyes trained on the ground.

“Javen?” Her voice was shaking, and fear was squeezing her heart. She edged closer to the grate. It was 
huge, easily big enough to let some pass through it, but it was flooded with darkness. “Javen?”

“I’m down here! Just-eh- give me a second!” A bright light suddenly filled the grate, and Javen’s face stared up at Amelia’s. “Down here! Just jump. It’s not deep and I’m here to catch you!”
Amelia gulped and closed her eyes. Her legs moved forward and she slipped down, down, down through the floor. She felt Javen’s hands press into her back and lower her to the ground.

“That wasn’t that too bad, was it?”

Amelia opened her eyes. They were standing in a thin passageway, full of pipes and tubes and metal. It was lit by a single candle, hanging on the wall. Peering forward, she could see small dots of light fading into the distance. Amelia turned back to Javen. His face was smudged with dirt. “What was it you wanted to show me?”

Javen’s face lit up and his eyes sparkled. “This way.” His hand clamped around Amelia’s and they walked down the passageway.

“Watch your step,” he said. Glancing down, Amelia saw large piles of iron, rusting on the floor. She stepped over them and shoved her hands in her jeans pockets.

“So, what is this place?”

Javen pulled Amelia to the left, down another passage and said, “This place? It’s my place. These passages have been my home for years - ever since I was eight. I know them like the back of my hand. Take a right here.”

He veered off and Amelia followed him, jogging to catch up. “Since you were eight?” She pondered this. When she was eight, she had been making cookies and having bouncy castle parties. “Who do you live with?”

“No one. I’m all by my lone-some. Natalya comes round occasionally, but that’s it. This is my house.” He took one look at Amelia’s face and laughed. “We don’t live in colonies you know! We’re not beasts, or wolves or whatever else they teach you at school. No, we live like you guys. In families, or alone, or in pairs. Me and Natalya aren’t officially married so we can’t live together.”

Amelia nodded. All those lessons at school about the Unregistered being like animals, huddling together in packs. Lies. All lies.

“Just up these stairs...” Javen bounded up a metal staircase. Amelia followed behind him, a question on her lips.

“What happened to yo-”

Amelia stopped dead in the middle of her sentence. They were standing in a circular room, with an arched ceiling. It was lit by a tidy campfire, ringed with stones. There was a wooden spit hanging over it, and pots and pans cluttered the side. The walls were an earthy brown, but there was a slither of grey at the bottom, the only hint that the old wallpaper had been painted over. There was a pile of cushions in the corner, covered with neat fluffy rugs and throws.

Javen grinned. “So, what’d ya think?”

“I-is this where you live?”

Javen nodded and slumped down onto the cushions. “Yup! My crib, as it were. Nice and cosy.”

Amelia strolled around, her fingers touching everything and anything in sight. “Is that your bed?” she said, motioning to the cushions Javen was lying on.

“Yeah. Bed’s cost money...pillows, not so much.” He laughed and stood up. “It’s a kitchen, bedroom and office all in one!” He pointed to a corner full of bin bags. “I keep my metal there. So what do you think?”

Amelia had never seen anything like it. It was so...primitive yet cosy. Her house was white and black and modern. It was too clean, too perfect. Her mum employed three cleaners to keep it spotless. This, this was just nice.

Amelia grinned. “I absolutely love it. What was this room originally?”

“I have no idea. When I came, it was empty. No nothing.” He jumped back down onto the cushions. Amelia sat down beside him. “Javen? What- what happened to you?”

Javen’s face fell. “I don’t to talk about it.” He turned away and Amelia placed her hand gently on his shoulder.

“You can tell me. Please. I want to help.”

He sighed. “When I was a baby, my mum died giving birth to me. Me and dad, we lived with family for years, but on my eighth birthday he went out to get wood. I followed him, and tried to help. But he got annoyed with me and told me to go home. His shouting caught the attention of someone, and they called the police.” He paused. “I was still arguing with him when the police came. They were shouting and one of them caught my dad and handcuffed him and shot a tranquilizer dart into him...I couldn’t do anything. So I ran. I ran and ran and ran. I could hear the police chasing me, but I kept running. It paid off. I was used to running over the stones barefoot and I was fast. The cops weren’t and they stumbled. I ran in here. I couldn’t go back to my family. They hated me for killing my mother - their sister and daughter and cousin. I was helpless. So I stayed here and built it up. I cleaned and cleared out. I looked for metal to sell, and I managed to survive on my own. Ok? You happy now?”

Amelia wrapped her arms round Javen. Tears welled in her eyes as she felt tiny splashes of water drop onto her arm. “I miss my dad. And it gets so lonely up here...”

Javen turned round and wiped his eyes. “Sorry. It-it just brings back some memories I’d rather forget.”

Amelia let go and smiled sympathetically. “I know. It’s ok.”

Javen stood up and clapped his hands together. His face was red and blotchy and his eyes were swollen with forced back tears.

“So, yeah, that’s my story and my house. You ready to go? Your mum will be wondering where you are.”

Amelia sighed and pushed herself to her feet. “I guess. I really like your house, by the way. Thanks for showing me it.”

Javen smiled and put his hand on Amelia’s shoulder. “I’m glad you liked it. I might meet you here again sometime. Come on, let’s go.”

The pair went down the stairs and through the winding corridors and passageways. Amelia still couldn’t believe what she had heard. Javen - without a mother or a father? Or any family he could go to? It was horrible. It was was cruel. And the police chasing him like that? It was disgusting.

Amelia suddenly felt a hand tug her shoulder. She stumbled backwards and Javen caught her. “Shush...” he hissed. There was an urgency in his voice, an instinct.


“Shut up!”

That’s when Amelia heard it. A voice. The sound of quiet footsteps above their heads. Amelia froze and unconsciously grabbed Javen’s hand, grasping his fingers.

“Bob. Look at this.” A female voice. There was a click and a beam of light shot down into the passage through the grate. Amelia hadn’t realised how close it was.

“What is it? A feral hideout?”

A deep male voice answered. His voice reminded Amelia of sandpaper. “Probably. I think we’d better go down and check. Have you got the stuff?”

“Yup. You go first.”

Javen yanked Amelia to the side as the man’s foot popped down the grate. “When I say so run. Follow me. 
Ok? And, Amelia? It’s going to be ok.” His voice was barely audible, quieter than a whisper. Amelia nodded. She heard the man land on the ground. He was going to catch them...

“Go!” Javen flew off down the passageway, his hand tight around Amelia’s. She ran after him, ignoring the policeman’s cries.

“Stop! Stop! Natalie, we got two ferals. Request back up!”

Javen skidded round a corner, tugging Amelia with him. The policeman’s heavy footsteps resounded around them, and they were soon joined by another. It was lighter, faster and within moments, Amelia could hear the person’s breathing.

“Amelia, keep running. Come on!” Jessica was running alongside her, blending into the wall. “Keep going!”

Amelia bit her lip and pushed herself to move faster. She watched Javen run in front of her and tried to copy his easy gait. His feet padded lightly on the ground but he ran like lightning, gone in an instant.

They ran and ran, turning corners and twisting in tiny corridors. Amelia could fell sweat coming down her brow, and she was slowing. The policewoman behind them had long since been joined by others, but she remained in front. Amelia could hear her getting closer with each passing moment.

“Javen! I-”

Amelia screamed as a pair of hands grabbed her round the waist.

“Gotcha!  Does someone have the shot?”

Amelia screamed again, and started kicking wildly. Javen turned round and clenched his fists. His face was darker than thunder.

“Let her go. She has nothing to do with this.”

The woman glanced up and frowned. “Bob! Where are you?”

A large man huffed round the corner. There was a gun in his left hand and Amelia could clearly see blue sedative tubes poking out the top. “Here. I’ve got the gun. Who first?” He lifted the gun up and pointed at Amelia. She kicked harder and the woman shook her.

“That one. I’ve got this little one under control.”

The man grinned and changed his aim. Javen looked at him for a second. “Let her go. She’s Registered. I swear.” He placed his hand on his heart and stared into the man’s eyes. “Let her go.”

The man only laughed. “Look at this! The feral’s being civil. How...quaint.” The man clocked his gun and in one fluid motion, aimed and fired.

Amelia screamed as the syringe plunged itself into Javen’s neck. His eyes glazed over and rolled back into his head, leaving a milky white glaze. “JAVEN!” He collapsed to the ground and the man whipped some handcuffs out of his pocket. He snapped them on Javen’s wrists as Amelia sobbed and kicked. “JAVEN!”

“Do you know who has the cage? Does Drew have it?” The man scratched his head.

“Aw, for crying out loud, Bob! Get this thing sedated!”

“Oh, yeah...right.” The man slotted another syringe into the gun and pointed it at Amelia’s face. Her eyes were pinned on Javen’s limp body. Javen...Javen...Javen...

Suddenly, Jessica was bending over him. Her fingers took his pulse and felt round the bump on his head.

“It’s fine, Amelia. He’s safe. Just go. I’ll be with you. You’ll be safe. Javen said so.”

Amelia gulped back a sob and nodded. She stopped kicking and went limp in the arms of the woman.

“It’s ok, it’s ok...” she whispered under her breath. She closed her eyes and thought of Jessica.

“It’s ok, Amelia. Just let it happen.” Her voice was soft and soothing. “It’s ok...”

Click.  Sharp burst of pain shot through Amelia’s neck and everything went black.

“It’s ok...”

Wednesday, 7 December 2011


Hey! Just wanted to post a little update about my life and stuff :) I have a karate grading later so this has to be quick!

1. I reached 40000 words in my novel! So far, I have 41363 words, 15 and a half chapters and 137 A4 pages :D This makes me really excited even if I'm not at the halfway mark. To know more about my novel click the link - Wolfbane - or go to the pages at the top and click "Wolfbane!"

2. I have finished editing the story I want to send into the competition. It's called Fame and Honour and it's about a journalist who writes an article about the world's oldest man. He interviews him and he is about to leave when the man confesses the euthanasia of his wife. The journalist must decide what to do - shatter the man's reputation and gain himself fame, or keep it a secret and retain his honour. I've also decided to enter The Feral Boy, seeing as it got such a good reaction!

Anyway, that's me...I have a karate grading tonight and about 5 concerts in the next week, including one when I have a solo :/ I'm so nervous! But I'll do fine. I hope. See ya!

P.S. I got my orange belt! Yey! xD

Monday, 5 December 2011

Book Review? Story? Nope...

Hey! Ok, first off I'm going to share an amazing song with you guys. It's by this Youtuber called nerimon (or Alex Day) and he has released loads of albums and songs :) He's very original and this is one of his songs. He's trying to get it to No1 in the British charts, but he can't do it without some help! So share this link and buy the song on iTunes!! XD

I wanted to do a book review today, library is closed and I have ran out of books! But I promise, as soon as I get a new book to read there will be a review!
As a consequence of this, I'm posting up nothing :( I have no stories to give you, no book, I couldn't...well, maybe...ok! Here is a poem I wrote for English. It is not fantastic but I hope you enjoy it anyway :)


It slithers, slides, glides,
Through the jungle,
A silent snake.

Green as bright emerald,
With sharp, forked tongue,
Biting with fangs.

It’s coiled inside you,
Waiting to pounce,
Ready for sparks.

You’re sitting, sipping,
Lukewarm coffee,
Head bowed, eyes lowered

Then you see her,
Beautiful, bold,
And it comes to life.

It whispers in your ear,
As you sit still
Cold words like venom.

The slim snake hisses,
Murderous thoughts,
Poisonous envy.

Tuesday, 29 November 2011

The Feral Boy

Hey! Another story for you this week - aren't you lucky! I've wanted to write about this for ages but I never got round to it. The idea sprouted from the wreckage of an old supermarket near where I live. I started wondering who might live there, and well, the story just came from there. It's got a twist in the end as well :D I hope you guys enjoy it!

P.S. Its been raining non-stop in Scotland, but on the bright-side, I've got a day off tomorrow! Going to spend it baking and Christmas shopping :D

The Feral Boy

“Why don’t you just go talk to him?”

“I can’t just go talk to him! He’s an Unregistered! He’s feral!”

“Come on, Amelia, we all know the real reason you don’t want to talk to him. Come on. I dare you. No, I triple quadruple dare you! You can’t get out of it now...”

Amelia stood on the pavement and stared out at the abandoned wasteland. The wind whispered in her ear, teasing her to lift her foot, to step across the line, to find the feral boy...

 “Ha! There’s nothing you can do now!”

Amelia glanced up at her friend. Jessica stood across from her, a grin painted across her face.  They were as close as sisters, but sometimes Jessica annoyed her.  She always went too far.

“I can’t talk to him - you aren’t allowed to talk to the Unregistered. It is against the law, Jess!” Amelia took a deep breath. “Section 5.3 of the Skyy Laws and Statutes says ‘The Unregistered, or ‘feral’ as they are sometimes known, are classified as citizens who have failed to sign the agreement of Skyy laws and statutes. They are outlaws and citizens of Skyy must not-”

-“talk to the Unregistered under any circumstances.’ Yeah, I know, I know...” Jessica bounced on the balls of her feet and shrugged. “Who cares about the law? It’s a dare, a bit of fun. It’ll take you two seconds to go talk to him! Look, you can see him from here!”

Amelia squinted. They were standing on what used to be an old warehouse, before it was knocked down. Now all that was left was a pile of rubble, grey and brown, glinting with silver specks of metal.  It was a prime place for the Unregistered to gather - well, it used to be until the cops cleared the place out. Now there was only a single boy roaming the barren plot of land. Amelia could just make out his blurred figure on the horizon, bent in his hunt for scrap metal.

“Can you see him?”

Amelia nodded.

“Well then, on you go!” Jessica pushed Amelia forward, making her stumble over a large chunk of rock.

“Hey! I told you already - I’m not going to talk to him.” Amelia righted herself and crossed her arms.

Jessica frowned. “I’ve talked to a feral before. And she didn’t try bite me or anything.”

Amelia sighed. “I know. You talked to a girl when you were on holiday. But that’s not the point! My mum and dad would kill me!”

 “Too bad. I dared you. You can’t chicken out either.”

“But I don’t want to go!”

“Aw, come on! One little chat won’t hurt!” Jessica whined. “You can dare me afterwards.”

Amelia smiled. She never got to dare Jessica. Her mind started racing with the possibilities.

“Fine. I’ll do it.” Jessica whooped with joy.

“Thank you! I’ll be over here if you need me!”

Amelia smiled and closed her eyes. One foot lifted off the ground and stepped onto the cold, hard clumps of rock. Another foot forward and then another. She could feel Jessica fading away and the boy getting closer. A few more steps and she opened her eyes.

She was a few metres from where she started and the boy was as far away as ever. Amelia whipped her head round to shout at Jessica, but she was gone. The pavement was empty.

Amelia smiled. Jessica always knew when to disappear, when to give Amelia some space. She was good like that. She always knew what to say, what to do, how to react...


Amelia glanced up and her mouth opened in shock. The boy was lying at her feet, a hand pressed to his side. She must have walked farther than she thought.

“Oh! I’m so sorry! Did I hurt you?” She reached out to help the boy up but he pushed it away and struggled to his feet.

“Only if standing on me counts as hurting someone.” The boy rubbed himself down, a shower of dust coming off his ragged clothes. He was wearing a pair of tatty jeans and a vest top. It probably was white some time ago, but now it was stained brown with dirt and dust.

The boy glanced up and suddenly tensed. His body became rigid and he backed away, his hands clenched into fists at his side. Brown hair swept along his forehead, hiding his pale blue eyes.

“I don’t want any trouble.”He raised his hands above his head. “I didn’t touch you, ok?”

Amelia creased her brow and took a step forward. “No, you didn’t touch me. Why? What’s wrong?”

The boy laughed, but it was fake and hard like plastic. “You aren’t allowed to talk to me. That means you’re either here to get me in trouble, or here to get me in trouble. I didn’t do anything wrong! Why are you here?”

“I-I just wanted to speak to you...”

“Speak to me? Me? A feral?” The boy laughed again, but this time it sounded genuine. “You must be crazy. 
Can’t do me no harm.” The boy lowered his hands.

“Javen. And you?”

“Amelia.” She reached out to shake the boys hand and then thought the better of it.

“So...what age are you?”

Javen pushed his hair back. “Thirteen.” He bent down and picked up a shining piece of metal. Shoving it into his pocket, he shrugged as a way of explanation. “Gotta make a living.”

Amelia nodded. “I’m twelve.” There was an awkward silence. “So, eh, what do you do?”

Javen shrugged again. “Same as every feral. Run from the law, find metal to sell on, eat people...”

Amelia jumped backwards in surprise. Her heart was beating in her chest at a million miles an hour. “E-e-eat people!”

Javen laughed and tentatively placed his hand on Amelia’s shoulder.  She felt a spark of electricity travel down her body, tingling and quivering as it went.

“I was joking,” he laughed. The noise echoed through Amelia’s ears, as rich as chocolate. Javen’s hand dropped to his side and he grinned. “What are you doing up here? Don’t get many Comforts up this end.” He bent down and grabbed another shard of metal.


Javen nodded and shoved the metal into his pocket. Straightening up, he said, “Yeah, Comforts. You’re not the only one with the nicknames. You, you guys are comforts ‘cause you don’t have to live in the wild. You’re comfortable. So, what you here for? I saw you standing over there by yourself but I didn’t think nothing of it.”

Amelia swallowed. “This might sound bad, but my friend wanted me to come talk to you. She dared me.” She glanced up and smiled. “It’s not that I didn’t want to talk to you or’s just, well, you’re...”

“...a feral, I know. Get it all the time.” Javen hopped to the side and picked up a bent square of iron.

“That wasn’t what I was going to say. I-I’ve,” Amelia gulped. “I think you’re cute.” She blushed bright crimson and buried her face in her hands.

“You what?”

Amelia took a deep breath and looked up. “I like you. I’ve been watching you for a while. You seemed...lonely.”

Javen’s mouth was hanging open. “You, you like me?”

Amelia nodded. Her eyes were wrought with worry. What if he started laughing, or if he ran off?

Javen gently placed his hand on Amelia’ shoulder and said, “Look, I’m sorry, but I’m taken. We can still meet up though, ok?”

Amelia felt tears well up in her eyes. He was taken? She suddenly felt a deep pang of jealousy as she thought of the lucky girl.

“Amelia? We can meet up, ok? Please don’t cry...”

Amelia looked up and crossed her arms. “I wasn’t going to cry.” She blinked the tears back into their ducts. 

“I’ll see you around Javen, ok? I have to go, my friend Jessica is waiting.”
Javen nodded and beamed. “It’ll be nice to have some company. I’m here every day from 9am. I’ll tell you when I change location.”

“Thanks. Bye, Javen.” Amelia turned around and started walking back towards the pavement. She felt quite good, despite the crushing disappointment that had inhabited her a few moments earlier. She had talked, not only to a feral, of all people, but to the one person she had a crush on! Amelia’s heart started beating like a butterfly, fluttering in her chest. She had actually talked to him! And they were going to meet up again! Amelia grinned and started skipping across the stones. She had a lot to thank Jessica for...

“You mentioned my name!”

Amelia looked up. Jessica was skipping alongside her, her golden hair flowing as she moved. “ did it go?”

Amelia laughed. “You know how it went! You were there!”

Jessica paused and tilted her head as though deep in thought. “Oh, yeah, so I was! That went well, I think. So what if he’s got a girlfriend? Maybe they’ll argue...”
Amelia flew her hand out to whack Jessica, but of course, it fell right through her. “Ha! You missed!”

Amelia slowed to a walk. “Come on, Jess. Leave me alone for a bit, will you?”

Jessica shrugged. “Suit yourself.”  She vanished and Amelia smiled. She had a lot to thank Jessica for. Making her more confident, making her stand up for herself...after all that was what friends were for. It didn't matter that she was annoying sometimes, or that she went too far. She was there to push Amelia into doing things she wanted to do, but couldn't.  That was her purpose.

Amelia stepped onto the pavement. Who cared if she was imaginary? She was the best friend a girl could have - she didn’t bitch about you behind your back, she was always there for support - she was just generally amazing.

Jessica appeared and said, “You wanted someone to walk home with.” She spread her arms wide. “Well, here I am. Oh, and thanks for singing my praises. I’m not all amazing though. Remember when I told you to shave your doll?”

Amelia giggled and linked arms with Jessica, entwining real and fiction in one never-ending circle. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s go home.”

Monday, 21 November 2011


Hi! This is a story I started months ago, but only finished today. The ending's terrible, I know, so cut me some slack on that part! despite that, feel free to comment, criticise, etc..You know the drill. I hope you enjoy it! Oh, and before I go, I've entered two writing competitions!

P.S. It's quite long, so be prepared!


The noise of the airport was deafening in Jake’s ears. The scuffling of shoes of the floor, the scraping of suitcases as they were placed haphazardly on the conveyer belt. Jake forced himself ignored it. He hurried onwards to the check-in, eyes lowered, clutching his old, worn suitcase in his hand. It was heavy, pulling his body to the left. He occasionally glanced up from the tiled floor, checking he was in the right lane, the right place – the plane to Tenerife. He was ready. He glanced nervously at his watch. 8:56. His plane left at 10:00. He sniffed and let his eyes wander around the airport. There was nothing much to it – white tiles, grey walls, glass ceiling. The people, however, where much more interesting. A young teenage girl clutching a swollen stomach. A small, weedy man glancing around nervously. A woman gently rocking a crying child. He wondered where they were going. Florida, Spain, Turkey? Jake sighed. He was going somewhere much less interesting. He unconsciously glanced up at the sky through the ceiling. It was grey, cloudy and wet. Jake looked back at the queue. It was huge. Grumbling silently, he picked his suitcase back up and waited for the queue to slowly ebb away.

Jake was a small, nervous man in his late 40s. He liked to think that he had once been handsome – a tall, dark haired hero. But since Anna’s “demise” he had wilted and shrunk. Wrinkles now lined his face and eyes and his brown eyes were now stuck in a constant state of terror and nervousness. His nails were ragged and bitten, his suit crumpled and ruffled. Jake didn’t care about appearances. Not since Anna and Melanie fell...

“Hello. What’s your name?” Jake glanced up. He was at the front of the queue. He peered behind him. The queue was even longer now, lines and rows of suitcases waiting to board the plane, waiting to go on an adventure in another country. “Excuse me, Sir?” Jake turned back and looked at the receptionist. Her long blonde hair was swept back into a bun and her face was sun-kissed and freckled. She had a large brown mole on the side of her face. She looked a little bit like Anna. Tears welled in his eyes just thinking about her. 

“Your name, please?” the receptionist said, her fingers waiting patiently to type his details into the computer.

“Jake McAllister.” He blinked the tears back into their ducts and gave a weak smile. The receptionist looked at him blankly before turning to the computer and typing his name into the computer. Her fingers were a blur of pink nail varnish as they swept across the keyboard.

“Jake McAllister, going to Tenerife at 10:00 o’clock, economy class,” she stated, looking at him for confirmation. Jake nodded slightly and the receptionist turned back to the computer. A few minutes later she handed him his ticket and motioned for him to put his bag on the conveyer belt.

“Eh...just a second. Need my hand luggage,” Jake said shyly, smiling and tucking the ticket into his pocket. 

He paused and hurriedly opened his bag, rummaging through the main section of the suitcase. He grasped his rucksack, felt its familiar fabric and smelt its familiar aroma. He touched the cold metal that lay inside. He yanked the rucksack out and slowly zipped up the pocket. He nervously placed the suitcase on the scales. There was nothing important in it – just a pile of mismatched clothes, a few books. He swung the rucksack round one shoulder as the receptionist placed it on the conveyer belt. He watched as it sped away, ready to go on its final journey.

“That’s you, Sir.” Jake smiled shyly at the receptionist before walking out of the check-in and into the foyer beyond.

Half an hour later, Jake was sitting in a plane seat, his legs crushed in the tiny space. The cabin was noisy, busy, loud. Children cried, mothers shushed, husbands discussed the latest car magazine. Jake ignored them and wrung his hands. He glanced at his watch. 10:13. Jake sighed quietly and pressed a button on his left. The seat slid back slightly, a comfortable position. Jake scratched his arm and closing his eyes, slowly drifted off into a fitful sleep.

She was standing there, clutching Melanie’s hand. Her face was blank, a demented calm that frightened Jake more than the prospect of a life without her. “I’m going to jump.” She spoke slowly and smoothly, unaware the terrifying reality of where she was, unaware of her child crying and struggling beside her. Melanie’s cheeks were streaked with tears and she cried out for her Dad, for him. He shouted back to her but the wind carried his words way. Jake cried and screamed, pleaded and begged but it was no use. She was waiting. Jake rattled the door but it was locked – there was no way to reach Anna and Melanie. He called the police and prayed. Still, she waited. Waited for him to say that one word – sorry. He had screamed it to the heavens and beyond when he heard her silent plea, realised what she wanted. Maybe then she would come down. He said sorry for the mistake. Anna looked at him when she noticed his apology. Tears welled in her eyes and, for a split second, she stepped back, off of the edge. She blew him a kiss and then with a single solitary smile she stepped forward, off the roof, carrying Melanie with her. They were spiralling into the air, broken dolls with broken limbs. They were falling...Anna was falling...he was falling...

Suddenly, a bump jolted Jake upright. He grasped his rucksack that was lying neglected on his lap. He looked around frantically before breathing heavily and counting to four. He could hear the voices and moans of the passengers behind him, a padding of footsteps walking into the toilet. Jake glanced at his watch. 11:17. 

He slumped backwards into his seat and put his head in his hands. The therapist said there was nothing he could have done. Anna was crazy, she said. He couldn’t have saved her and Melanie. Jake sobbed. He knew differently. He saw the possibilities every time he dreamed. He could have caught her, he could have coaxed her down, he could have-

“Mister, watch me tie my shoe!” Jake looked up and slowly swivelled round on his seat. There was a little girl jumping up and down in front of him, her eyes wide and sparkling. She sat down and smiled before focusing on her mini trainers, her grubby hands fumbling with the shoelaces.  She was tiny with long brown hair that swept past her shoulders, poker straight and held back with a small, purple hair band. Freckles dotted her pale skin and her little pink tongue protruded from her mouth as she concentrated on her task.  She looked about 4, the chubbiness of youth in her cheeks. Jake stared at her. She was so...innocent. Perfect. She reminded him of Melanie.  He tried to block out the memory. He fingered his rucksack, feeling the familiar shape, cupping it in his hand.

Jake smiled and waited patiently for the little girl to finish. “I did it!” she squealed a few minutes later. Jake clapped and grinned as she bowed dramatically, her hand behind her back. 

“Well done!” Jake said, smiling slightly. “What’s your name?”

“Jessica,” the little girl replied, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet.

“And where’s your mummy, Jessica?”

Jessica frowned. “She’s in heaven with Daddy.”

“Oh.” Jake paused. “Who are you with then?”

“I’m with Sandra.”

“Who’s she?”

“She’s my other mummy. The alive one.” Jessica absentmindedly kicked the side of his chair and looked up him with large chocolate brown eyes. “What about you Mister? Are you here with your mummy?”

Jake almost laughed. His mother had died years ago, of a heart attack. He couldn’t care less – he hadn’t even gone to her funeral. She was a horrible woman in his opinion. She hadn’t approved of Anna – called her an evil woman, She was short, stout and it was his long held belief that she had the devil on her back. She had a fiery tongue and had spent years trying to ruin his relationship with Anna. Tears welled in Jake’s eyes. Anna....

He snapped himself out of his precious memory. “No, Jessica, I’m here alone. Where is Sandra?”

“She’s on the toilet.” Jessica giggled. Jake smiled at her innocence.

“Ok, Jessica. You stay with me until she comes out, is that alright?”

Jessica nodded and jumped onto his lap, her brown hair hitting him on the nose. She started to play with his tie. Jake glanced at his watch. 11:20. The plane was due to land in forty minutes. He felt the fabric of his rucksack, the shape of the handgun. Jake swallowed and moved his hand away, placing the rucksack on the floor beside his feet. The gun was a safety measure. It was a precaution – in case he wanted out. That was the purpose of the trip, after all. Melanie had loved the annual holiday to Tenerife. If he was going to kill himself, he would do it when she was at her happiest.

“Mister...what’s this?” Jake stared. Jessica was holding the rucksack, pressing her finger around the fabric to produce the outline of the gun. His gun. Jake looked around frantically. Everyone was talking or watching a movie. No one had noticed it ...yet.  He snatched the rucksack and threw it onto the window seat. Jessica looked at him like he was mad. “Mister, you don’t throw guns...if you do they could go bang-bang!” She mimed a gun firing, pointing it at people in the cabin. The passengers were turning their heads now. Looking at him.

“Don’t worry,” Jake joked, his face lined with sweat. “She has a wild imagination. Don’t you Jessica?” he touched the end of Jessica’s nose. She laughed and grinning, turned back to look at the crowd.  

“Mister has a bad thing in his bag... but sssshhhhhh!” She pressed her finger to her lips and then, still smiling, ran off into the arms of a middle-aged woman. Sandra...the other mother. Jake smiled weakly and wiped the sweat off his brow. He was in trouble now. He could see the hushed whispers of the passengers spreading like wildfire through the cabin, the sound of footsteps as the hostess ran to get the pilot or security. Everyone was looking at him now. The man in front of him stepped to the other side of the cabin, his arms raised in alarm.

Suddenly a voice came over the intercom. “Everyone move to the far side of the plane. We are making an emergency landing.” Jake could hear a collective moan from the other cabins, the ones that didn’t know what was going on.  “Security is on its way.”

Jake sat stunned in his seat. This wasn’t meant to happen like this. It was meant to be quick, clean, professional - not strewn with panic and disarray! Passengers barged past him, rushing into the other cabins, and from a distance he could hear the security guards racing towards him. The clink of their handcuffs echoed through the plane. He was going to jail. He couldn’t go to prison! He couldn’t! They would kill him, a weedy man like him.

Jake scrambled in his seat, trying to escape. The guards were coming closer - he could hear their heavy footsteps. The gun. Jake grabbed his rucksack off the seat and unzipped the pocket. The shiny black gun fell into his lap. Gingerly, Jake felt it with his hands. It was cool to the touch, frozen. Jake picked it up and became strangely calm. He was ready. It wasn’t perfect, but he would see Melanie and Anna in heaven. If he got there.

Security burst into the cabin, their guns raised. “Put the gun down, sir.” They were American - one beefy black guy and white guy. They could have been brothers in their shape and muscle. “Put the gun down, sir.”

Jake shook his head. This had happened so quick, everything was going so well...

Jake stared at the security guards and pressed the gun to his head. “Do you have a child? Or a wife?” he asked. Tears started welling in his eyes. Anna...Melanie...

“Yes, sir, I do. Now put the gun down, or I will shoot!”

Jake lowered his head and let his silvery tears spill onto the floor. “Then you see why I have to do this.” He smiled and with the fleeting glimpse of one last memory, he pulled the trigger.

Tuesday, 15 November 2011

Jamrach's Menagerie - Book Review :D

Hey! I decided to do a book review this week for two reasons - a) I haven't done one in ages and b) This is to good a book to miss!

 It is 1857. 8-year-old Jaffy Brown is running along a street in London's East End when he comes face to face with an escaped circus animal. Plucked from the jaws of death by Mr Jamrach - explorer, entrepreneur and collector of the world's strangest creatures - the two strike up a friendship. Before he knows it, Jaffy finds himself on board a ship bound for the Dutch East Indies with his best friend Tim, on an unusual commission for Mr Jamrach. His journey - if he survives it - will push faith, love and friendship to their utmost limits.

Genre - I honestly have no idea! Adventure maybe?
Author - Carol Birch
Rating - 5/5


My gran bought me this book when I was staying with her, and when I first saw it, I was unimpressed. I don't usually read this type of book - adult adventure - so, I started it reluctantly. A few pages in, however, and I was engrossed.

The first thing I need to say about the book, is that the blurb doesn't give it credit. When I first picked the book up, I was thinking that an 8-year-old would go on said adventure - wrong. Jaffy, the main character, is introduced to Mr Jamrach (the guy that collects animals to sell to zoos) when he was 8, but he doesn't go on the trip until he is 15. This didn't make much of a difference though, and a reader can adjust to it pretty quickly.

The other thing about the blurb is that it makes the book sound, well, boring. It is everything but boring! There are dragons, whales, sailors, rum, swashbuckling fun and dangerous undertones. It is simply a fantastic book! It is written very well, showing Jaffy's feelings throughout, with superb descriptions and language.

The one thing I would mark the author down for though, is the swearing. I admit it, there is some swearing in the book, along with alcohol and prostitutes. These appear very little in the book though, and it is an adult book, so Carol birch cannot be blamed. Just remember though, if you're going to read it, be ready for strong language!

All in all, this is an amazing book, perfect for anyone who enjoys adventure, or any genre for that matter.

Amazon - Varies in price but round about £5.00

Tuesday, 8 November 2011

A little update...

Heya! No story today guys :( I'm sorry, but I can't do it all...maybe next week :P

So, on the news today - The kittens are doing well. As I write this, Noah is biting my foot and Marley is trying to  write his own wee story. I keep on having to lift him of the keyboard :D I am meant to be revising for a test just now, but shush!

On the writing side of things, I've written 27660 words of Wolfbane, in total! I'm doing better than I thought :D Only another 22440 words left to go ;) I also want to enter a competition, so I need to write a 1000 word story for that....and I have another competitoion to do... :/ I have a busy life!

On the subject of NaNoWriMo, guess what I found! Well, I found two things actually :)

1. A super awesome tumblr account for anyone and everyone doing NNWM. There's quotes, advice, stories of the writers experiences and loads more! Find it here -

2. I found these on the NaNoWriMo website.

For those of you who can't see what it is, it is a USB bracelet! How cool is that :P Never to forget your novel again...a constant reminder...that and you will never lose it to a faulty computer! These ones are available off the NaNoWriMo website for $20, but for those of you in the U.K there is a far cheaper option. I did some browsing. Apparently, companies go nuts for these, so you can buy 10 USB bracelets of your preferred colour for approx £5! I want one of these for my Christmas...hint hint, wink wink, nudge nudge....

So anyway, I'd better be off :) Happy writing!!

Wednesday, 2 November 2011

Over and Out - Part 2

Hi! Sorry this is quick but I've got homework to do! Enjoy!

Over and Out - Part 2

Alex had no time to shout a warning. Tim had been sucked into the moonless night, and in the distance, she could hear the animalistic cries.  “Everybody move!” she ordered. Bruce and Lionel frowned. “MOVE!” They didn't have to be told a third time. The two men jumped behind Alex. The cries were getting louder and louder, becoming high pitched and crazed by the scent of blood. Alex took a step away from the door and swung it shut. Her arms ached to reach out and grab Tim from the grasp of the creature, but she couldn’t risk it. A speck of pus, blood, sweat on her skin and she would be dead.

Bruce tapped her on the shoulder.  “Alex, I hear someone. Listen.”


The voice was sweet and sugary, barely audible over the sounds of the creatures’ cries.

“It’s the creatures.  Ignore it,” said Alex, turning back towards the door.  She could hear footsteps now.  It wouldn’t be long until the creatures came for them.  Half a minute at most.

“But Alex, the creatures don’t have two brain cells to rub together. It can’t be th-”

“Listen to me. We leave the voice. It’s our imagination and we have more pressing concerns just now, like being eaten. Are we clear?” Bruce opened his mouth to argue and then promptly shut it.

“Good.”Alex nodded and then turned back towards the door. “When these things burst through we slaughter ‘em, ok?” Alex saw Lionel grin out the corner of her eye.

“Sure thing.” He cocked his gun and clutched it tightly to his chest. Bruce hesitated and then did the same. They were ready.

Clunk. Clunk. Bang! The creatures rammed themselves up against the door. Alex could hear their laboured breathing, smell the sweat and pus oozing from their pores.  It was disgusting. Alex squeezed the handle of her axe. Clunk. Clunk clunk clunk clunk!

“Trick-or-Treat...please let me in! Trick-or-Treat!”

The voice was louder now. Alex frowned just as Bruce said, “There’s someone out there!” He started forward and pressed his hand on the door handle.

“No!” Alex caught him by the shoulder and yanked him backwards.  “Are you mad? You can’t go outside.” Alex pushed Bruce back and he stumbled onto the floor. “It’s the confinement – it’s doing things to your head. Now, get back into position.”

Bruce stood up and glowered. “There’s someone out there,” he growled.

Alex was losing her patience. “No, there’s not! You’re imagining things – its Halloween, for crying out loud! Now, sit down and get ready, or I swear the next head that will be falling on the floor will be yours!”

The door suddenly burst open. An army of creatures’ ran through the opening, hollering and drooling. Their cold, red eyes took a moment to find their pray, and when they lunged. Alex was knocked backwards and pinned to the floor by an aggressive male. He was salivating and his mouth was forced into a lopsided grin. He looked hungry, bloodthirsty.  Alex acted on instinct. Her axe hacked at the creature’s arm forcing it to let go and stumble backwards in pain. Alex bounced up off the floor and swung her bloody axe.  It hit the man’s neck and cut the windpipe. The man dropped to the floor and, gasping, Alex looked round.

She was thankful to see that Bruce and Lionel were faring better than her. Bullets rained down in front of them, flooring any creature that got close. A sudden movement caught Alex’s eye. A shadow in the background, moving stealthily forward towards Bruce and Lionel...

Alex ran towards them hacking at the men and women around her. It was too late to yell a warning – she would have to take this one down by herself. Alex dodged the groping hands of the creatures and sprinted behind Bruce and Lionel, her axe raised above her head. The shadow retreated into further into the darkness at the sight of her, but that didn’t matter.

“ARRGGG!” Alex roared and threw herself on the creature. It squirmed under Alex’s grip, and yelped as Alex raised her axe. Alex could barely see – her vision was red with rage – but even so there was something different about this creature...smooth skin...sweet smelling...but that didn’t matter. It was still a creature, crazy and bloodthirsty. Alex felt the heavy axe in her hand and with a frenzied determination, brought it down hard.

The axe hit off the cold, hard floor of the warehouse, sending a shudder up Alex’s arm. Rage boiled in Alex’s veins. The creature had escaped!  Alex roared and turned her head. The warehouse was a writhing mass of bodies, most of them dead or barely living. The creature could be anywhere. No wait, there further up the wall, a tiny figure reaching for Bruce’s arm.

“I’ve got you now!” Alex ran towards the creature and smiling, swung her axe. The figure ducked and started crying, weeping. Alex paused. Creatures couldn’t cry; it was physically impossible for them.

“Pl-please don’ kill me...” The figure sobbed and put its hands above its head. Alex gulped and slowly knelt down. Her hand reached out and felt the airy whisper of hair, brushing the figures shoulder. A girl. Alex felt a lump in her throat.

She reached out and wrapped her arms around the girl. She felt a small head pushing down into her chest and then everything faded into darkness...


Date: 1/11/16                                    Author: Alex R

Last night was the worst battle we’ve ever had. We lost Tim – me and Bruce found his knife and shoes this morning – and Lionel got infected. We had to throw him out.  It was a good farewell though, we all cried and air-hugged. Lionel promised that before his transformation he would kill at least one of the creatures. Lighten our load. And then, he left.

The little girl we found (and that I almost killed) regained cun concioosnes consciousness a few hours after the fight had finished. I couldn’t stay with her forever, so I tucked her up in a box with a blanket, so that I could resume fighting. Later, she told us her name was Emily and that she was 7 years old. She has straw coloured hair, matted, and her body is covered in bruises and blood.  I scrubbed her down last night, and thankfully, she had no pus on her skin. She’s clean.

So, we’ve lost two and gained one. Losing Tim and Lionel was horrible but at least now we know that there are more people out there. Why shouldn’t there be? If Emily can make it, other people can as well.  In a few days, we’ll move and search for them. And we’ll find them, and together, maybe, just maybe, we can start a new life.

Over and Out.

Monday, 31 October 2011

Over and Out Part 1 - A Halloweeny Blog Post :)

Hi! Happy Halloween! First of all, I hope everyone had a great time tonight, whether you're trick-or-treating or not :P My town is pretty mucked up, and we celebrate Halloween on the last Friday of October, so for me, this post is a bit late! My Halloween was especially fun - a film and a Chinese with my mum :D So, what are you doing tonight?

Secondly, I promised last time that I would have a story for you guys and well, I kept my promise. This story is called Over and Out (I think...I've not really decided!) and it was meant to be 1000 words long it actually comes in at about 2300! So, to lighten my poor readers load and stop your eyes hurting, I've split it up into two segments :) The end part will come out tomorrow, so keep watching this blog! The story was meant to be kinda Halloween themed but it didn't quite end up like that...still I hope you enjoy it! Leave your thoughts in the comments!
P.S. The LOG BOOK entry's do have a cool page thing round them but it wouldn't copy onto the blog :(

Over and Out

Date: 31/10/16              Author: Alex R.

It’s been 2 months and 4 days since the virus started spreading and infecting people.  You would think the creatures’ numbers would be dwindling, but they’re not. If anything they’re growing. Groups like us are slowly being picked off and infected, turning grey and dead. It’s horrible watching the transform – first their hair falls out and then their eyes fill with blood, and then slowly, their brains fizzle out, leaving shells, living on instinct, killing anything that comes near.  But of course, the victims don’t die...they just join the army waiting for us outside.
It was Marcy on Tuesday. They caught her as she was coming back from the supermarket. We had sent her out to get more food and water. It seemed like a good plan at the time – she was a sprinter, with long legs made for running. But laden down with milk and bread and tins, she didn’t stand a chance.  Anyway, that’s us down to four.  Me, Bruce, Tim and Lionel. It feels wierd weird to be the only girl, especially when I have to change or wash or go to the toilet. But that doesn’t matter, not in the grand scheme of things...
Everyone’s feeling uneasy tonight. Even Bruce, who wasn’t nervous when that creature broke down the door and headed for Tim. He just bashed it on the head and dragged him outside. Cool as a cucumber. He’s just sitting on the chair now, his eyes closed and his hands on his lap like he’s praying. Tim and Lionel are talking, but their conversation is stilted and awkward pauses fill the air between them. Even my hands are shaking as I write this. The reason we’re all so nervous is because tonight is Halloween. The scariest, spookiest night of the year. A time when the dark hides the worst creatures of the night, a time when ghost and witches rule the Earth. A time when –
Oh wait, I’ve got to go. Lionel is tapping me on the shoulder.
Over and Out.

Alex sat the pen down on table and closed the book. It was rough and scratched with coarse pages. All the normal paper they could find was burned – this book was only spared because of its leather cover. Alex stroked it and then turned round. Lionel stood behind her. When they had first met, Bruce and Alex had joked about his name, and how it suited him. He was a tall man, with bushy brown hair, lined with golden threads. He looked like a lion. He was useful for decision making and fighting but he ran like a wounded boar.

Lionel wrung his hands. “There are noises outside.” Alex rolled her eyes. There were always noises outside.

"It’s probably nothing,” she assured. “But keep an eye on the door and ready the weapons just in case.” Lionel nodded and hurried the length of the warehouse to Tim. The warehouse was big but comfortable. A fire blazed orange and red at one end, while the wind whooshed under the door at the other. From the line of black seeping into the room, Alex guessed it was about 7:00pm. The time she always went out guising. Alex shook her head and walked towards Lionel and Tim.

“Is everyone ok?” she asked. Sometime in the last couple of weeks, she had been made leader. She didn’t mind – she quite enjoyed it actually.

“Yeah, I think so.” Bruce pushed his chair out and came to join the group. His voice was rough and low. “But there are some weird noises outside. I mean, really weird.”

Alex sighed inwardly and said, “Fine. Everyone shut up, so I can listen for a moment.”

The room went silent. For a moment the only sound was the wind and the crackle of burning paper. Clunk. Alex froze. There was something – someone- banging up against the side of the warehouse’s metal doors. Clunk. Clunk. Alex leapt into action.

“Lionel, grab the guns and load them. Bruce, close the shutters.  And Tim, wait by the door. You all know the drill.”

The men jumped to attention and began doing their various tasks. Bruce ran to the windows and yanked them sharply downwards, while Lionel rushed to a wardrobe and threw guns and ammo onto the floor. Tim was standing by the door, crouched and ready. He was tall and lanky, but with heavy muscle on his arms and legs. He was a lousy shot, but amazing at wrestling.

Alex checked the men were getting ready and then strode over to her desk. Her fingers felt under it and closed around a wooden handle. She yanked an object out and smiled. Her axe.  It was silver and gleaming, scrubbed of the virus. The gang had discovered long ago that bullets do nothing but slow the creatures down. To destroy them, you had to cut off the heart and brain at the same time. Only one way to do that – behead them. Alex was given the job. She had the best motor skills and, as a result, her axe never failed to hit the target, moving or not. Alex straightened up and went to stand with Tim at the front door.

A few minutes later and Lionel and Bruce joined the duo. They were armed with shotguns and each had a loaded handgun in their waistband.  Clunk. Tim glanced up at Alex, waiting patiently for the signal. Alex paused and then nodded.

Tim threw the door open and then rolled out of the way. Lionel and Bruce immediately took position, kneeling on the floor, their guns propped up on one knee. Alex stood behind them and held her axe above her head. Any second now...

“ARGHHHHHHUGGGU!” A creature flew in out of the darkness. It was disgusting, smelling of sick and disease. It looked like a woman, and it was wearing the ragged, dirty remains of a skirt and top. The skin on its bald head was peeling, pus dribbling down into its swollen eyes.
The creature hurled itself through the door and lunged for Bruce, its claw-like nails flailing and raking in thin air. Lionel’s finger squeezed the trigger and a bullet raced out, hitting the creature in the chest. It paused for a moment, its bloodshot eyes widening in pain and shock. Alex saw her chance and swung her axe. There was a squelch and the head dropped to the floor, followed by the body, dead and cold.

Tim jerked as the woman fell towards him. A single touch and he was as good as dead. It wasn’t the bite that killed you, like everyone thought. It was the blood, poisoned by the virus. Shaking, he glanced up and smiled weakly. There were no more. Just one solitary creature, prowling the dark in search of pray. Tim stood up and patted Alex on the shoulder. “That’s us,” he said, slapping his hands together. “Happy Halloween!” With a smile, he turned back round to face the door and then, with a gasp, he vanished into the darkness.

I hoped you liked it! XD Happy Halloween!

Monday, 24 October 2011

Marley and Noah :D

Hey! This is going to be a post full of photos because...We got the kittens on Friday! AHHHH! :D

When we picked up the kittens on Friday and brought them back to our house, they were surprisingly ok :) They didn't cry, which was good, but they didn't eat, which is bad :/  Thankfully, Marley (yes, I decided to call him Marley! Thank you to everyone who voted!) started eating the dry biscuits but Noah...well, we only found something he could eat yesterday! It's a tasty concoction of beef kitten pate and cat milk. Yum.

The two kittens play fight all the time, which is adorable and they often forget they have tails. This means that every time they see them they go mental! A kitten chasing its own tail is one of the cutest things you will ever see :P

Ok, on to pictures! Sorry most of them are of Marley, but Noah was sleeping!

Marley playing with the toy on the scratching post :D

Noah playing with some dust.. :/
Marley trying to sleep...he's all grumpy >:(

What's that over there?

Marley is addicted to the wee toy I got him :)

Noah sleeping :D

3, 2, 1...pounce!
Yeah, so there are some pics! Before I go, I just want to say that you will be getting a story next week - I promise!! Oh, and I went horse-riding yesterday :D It was great fun, but I was on a fat horse, so now all my leg muscles hurt :(

Friday, 21 October 2011

Top 100 Y.A Books :)

Hey! I've seen quite a few people doing this on their blogs so I decided to give it a go!

Ok, so out of 100 books (including books in series), I've read *drumroll* 55 books!! Wow! Unfortunately, not including books in a series, I've only read 19 :/ Oh, well...Hopefully you will do better than me!

  1. Alex Finn – Beastly
  2. Alice Sebold – The Lovely Bones
  3. Ally Carter – Gallagher Girls (1, 2, 3, 4)
  4. Ally Condie – Matched
  5. Alyson Noel – The Immortals (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6)
  6. Anastasia Hopcus – Shadow Hills
  7. Angie Sage – Septimus Heap (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6)
  8. Ann Brashares – The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants (1, 2, 3, 4)
  9. Anna Godbersen – Luxe (1, 2, 3, 4)
  10. Anthony Horowitz – Alex Rider (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9)
  11. Aprilynne Pike – Wings (1, 2, 3)
  12. Becca Fitzpatrick – Hush, Hush (1, 2)
  13. Brandon Mull – Fablehaven (1, 2, 3, 4, 5)
  14. Brian Selznick – The Invention of Hugo Cabret
  15. Cassandra Clare – The Mortal Instruments (1, 2, 3, 4)
  16. Carrie Jones – Need (1, 2, 3)
  17. Carrie Ryan – The Forest of Hands and Teeth (1, 2, 3, 4)
  18. Christopher Paolini – Inheritance (1, 2, 3, 4)
  19. Cinda Williams Chima – The Heir Chronicles (1, 2, 3)
  20. Colleen Houck – Tigers Saga (1, 2)
  21. Cornelia Funke – Inkheart (1, 2, 3)
  22. Ellen Hopkins – Impulse
  23. Eoin Colfer – Artemis Fowl (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7)
  24. Faraaz Kazi – Truly, Madly, Deeply
  25. Frank Beddor – The Looking Glass Wars (1, 2, 3)
  26. Gabrielle Zevin – Elsewhere
  27. Gail Carson Levine – Fairest
  28. Holly Black – Tithe (1, 2, 3)
  29. J.K. Rowling – Harry Potter (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7)
  30. James Dashner – The Maze Runner (1, 2)
  31. James Patterson – Maximum Ride (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7)
  32. Jay Asher – Thirteen Reasons Why
  33. Jeanne DuPrau – Books of Ember (1, 2, 3, 4)
  34. Jeff Kinney – Diary of a Wimpy Kid (1, 234, 5, )
  35. John Boyne – The Boy in the Striped Pajamas
  36. John Green – An Abundance of Katherines
  37. John Green – Looking for Alaska
  38. John Green – Paper Towns
  39. Jonathan Stroud – Bartimaeus (1, 2, 3, 4)
  40. Kami Garcia & Margaret Stohl – Caster Chronicles (1, 2)
  41. Kelley Armstrong – Darkest Powers (1, 2, 3)
  42. Kristin Cashore – The Seven Kingdoms (1, 2)
  43. Lauren Kate – Fallen (1, 2, 3)
  44. Lemony Snicket – Series of Unfortunate Events (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13)
  45. Libba Bray – Gemma Doyle (1, 2, 3)
  46. Lisa McMann – Dream Catcher (1, 2, 3)
  47. Louise Rennison – Confessions of Georgia Nicolson (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10)
  48. M.T. Anderson – Feed
  49. Maggie Stiefvater – The Wolves of Mercy Falls (1, 2, 3)
  50. Margaret Peterson Haddix – Shadow Children (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7)
  51. Maria V. Snyder – Study (1, 2, 3)
  52. Markus Zusak – The Book Thief
  53. Markus Zusak – I am the Messenger
  54. Mark Haddon – The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time
  55. Mary Ting – Crossroads
  56. Maureen Johnson – Little Blue Envelope (1, 2)
  57. Meg Cabot – All-American Girl (1, 2)
  58. Meg Cabot – The Mediator (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6)
  59. Meg Cabot – The Princess Diaries (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10)
  60. Meg Rosoff – How I Live Now
  61. Megan McCafferty – Jessica Darling (1, 2, 3, 4, 5)
  62. Megan Whalen Turner – The Queen’s Thief (1, 2, 3, 4)
  63. Melina Marchetta – On the Jellicoe Road
  64. Melissa de la Cruz – Blue Bloods (1, 2, 3, 4, 5)
  65. Melissa Marr – Wicked Lovely (1, 2, 3, 4, 5)
  66. Michael Grant – Gone (1, 2, 3, 4)
  67. Nancy Farmer – The House of the Scorpion
  68. Neal Shusterman – Unwind
  69. Neil Gaiman – Coraline
  70. Neil Gaiman – Stardust
  71. Neil Gaiman – The Graveyard Book
  72. P.C. Cast & Kristin Cast – House of Night (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8)
  73. Philip Pullman – His Dark Materials (1, 2, 3)
  74. Rachel Caine – The Morganville Vampires (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10)
  75. Rachel Cohn & David Levithan – Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist
  76. Richelle Mead – Vampire Academy (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6)
  77. Rick Riordan – Percy Jackson and the Olympians (1, 2, 3, 4, 5)
  78. Rom LcO’Feer – Somewhere Carnal Over 40 Winks
  79. S.L. Naeole – Grace (1, 2, 3, 4)
  80. Sabrina Bryan & Julia DeVillers – Princess of Gossip
  81. Sarah Dessen – Along for the Ride
  82. Sarah Dessen – Lock and Key
  83. Sarah Dessen – The Truth about Forever
  84. Sara Shepard – Pretty Little Liars (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9)
  85. Scott Westerfeld – Leviathan (1, 2)
  86. Scott Westerfeld – Uglies (1, 2, 3)
  87. Shannon Hale – Books of a Thousand Days
  88. Shannon Hale – Princess Academy
  89. Shannon Hale – The Books of Bayern (1, 2, 3, 4)
  90. Sherman Alexie & Ellen Forney – The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian
  91. Simone Elkeles – Perfect Chemistry (1, 2, 3)
  92. Stephenie Meyer – The Host
  93. Stephenie Meyer – Twilight Saga (1, 23, 4) I read these to see what the hype was about...they're rubbish, by the way :/
  94. Sue Monk Kidd – The Secret Life of Bees
  95. Susan Beth Pfeffer – Last Survivors (1, 2, 3)
  96. Suzanne Collins – Hunger Games (1, 2, 3)
  97. Suzanne Collins – Underland Chronicles (1, 2, 3, 4, 5)
  98. Terry Pratchett – Tiffany Aching (1, 2, 3, 4)
  99. Tonya Hurley – Ghost Girl (1, 2, 3)
  100. Wendelin Van Draanen – Flipped