Ok so I'm really confused lately.

Ok you get it?? I'm confused. Why do people keep posting so fast??? Ahhh. Ok. And Miles I will add you soon. I'm not sure who you are but I'll add you. Hmm. Yeah. So ok. I'll do that tomorrow. - Flame. P.s I'm making two people administrators to this blog so they can manage it too. So first two members, you got the jobs.

Me, Myself and the Gun at My Head, Chapter 1, Part 1 - A Plan...

READ ECHO! IT'S UNDER THIS AND IF I DON'T PUT THIS SPARKY WILL KILL ME!




       The board room was covered in maps and red lines. Tech Kloud was going over something but Clare Thorn was not listening. Her eyes strayed to the ceiling. It was full of elaborate designs and mosaics. In one a handsome man was defeating a red devil. She wished this would really happen for them, to be able to find and destroy the ominous Lady Cressentina. It had been six months since they had faced Lyle and heard his puppet masters voice. Someone shook her shoulder and she looked at Jonathan Tempestas and his yellow hawk-like eyes. "Hmm?" she said looking around to see they were all looking at her.
       "What do you think about the possibility of London?" Tech said looking over the top of some notes which he had picked up off the table.
       "Oh, erm..." she looked at the notes begging for something to say. She saw it - just a snippet - but it was relevant. "No, I mean look at this." she passed around the piece of paper around and there were muttered agreements. Tech looked older like he had aged six years in six months. He had started working out and had become a strong leader, nothing like the shy man she once knew.
       "Yes, I guess this shows she could be in New York but then again, she could be in most cities." Tech said. Everyone nodded, including Clare.
       "She had an English accent but I couldn't place it." Jon said beside her. She knew this to be true, even though this made her look stupid.
       "So," Tech said, standing up "We go to London."
       "Does anyone have contacts in London?" asked Leona Dantwith, a captain in The Alliance.
       "I do." said a normally quiet girl, aged around nineteen putting her hand up. Although she was cute she was powerful and not afraid to use it. "I hope you don't mind criminals." she said, blushing underneath her black hair.

So.... Like? I'm carrying on with The Wilting Rose but this is what I've drawn up of this so far. It's the sequel to Blood and Water. Robin - NO YOU CAN'T HAVE MORE YET!!!

Lynxia x

Echo!

Scarlet walked out of school, her two ‘friends’ complaining about a Maths test or something.

‘Scarlet, what do you think?’ One of them asked. Scarlet turned, glaring. The two girls cowered.

‘I think that you wouldn’t be complaining as much if you had been paying attention in Maths instead of drooling at Travis.’ She scowled and kept walking. The girls looked at each other, looked back at Scarlet, realised they were being left behind and caught up with her.

‘Scarlet, you can’t treat us like that. You lucky to even, like, be talking to us.’ The second said. Scarlet stopped and faced them again.

‘Lucky? Lucky? How could anyone possibly think of me as lucky when I have two morons following me everywhere? Your constant chatter is turning my brain to mush. Goodbye Charlotte. Goodbye Jessica.’ And with that Scarlet walked home by herself, feeling like she should’ve done that three weeks ago when the two idiots had started to follow her like lost puppies. Scarlet sat down on her favourite bench at the park and started doing her homework. About five minutes later, a boy sat at the other end of the bench.

* * *

Two boys peeked around the corner. They were looking at an enormous set of doors. The doors were tall and grey. They looked like steel, but the boys couldn’t tell from the distance.

‘Dude, it can’t be true.’ The first said.

 ‘Shush! Travis, if they hear us, we are dead meat.’ The second whispered frantically. Travis laughed.

‘It is! I swear, it is.’

‘Prove it.’ Travis smirked.

‘Okay. Look at the entrance. If it wasn’t the entrance, why are there people guarding it? And why are there chains and locks around the door?’

‘Ace, it could be a prison.’ Travis said.

‘Travis! You know that isn’t a prison. You took me to the prison.’ Ace groaned.

‘True. But I still don’t believe you.’ Travis said. Ace sighed.

‘C’mon, if we stay any longer we’ll get caught.’

‘Fine.’ Travis grinned. They headed back to Ace’s house.

‘Travis I am sure that was the place.’ Ace insisted, walking in the gutter.

‘Why? Ace, really, why?’ Travis asked.

‘Because it makes sense. The doors would be small or decorated if it were for, say, the town hall.’ Ace was about to continue, when he saw a girl walking on the other side of the road. ‘Sorry Travis, got to go.’ Ace ran after her. Travis watched him go and shrugged.

* * *

Scarlet ignored the boy, concentrating on her homework. The boy said nothing. He sat, watching Scarlet intently and didn’t say a word. After twenty minutes Scarlet sighed, put her work down and scowled at him.

‘Are you here to stalk me, or tell me something? Because I don’t like people breathing down my neck while I work.’ She said, impatiently. The boy said nothing. Scarlet glared at him, something that generally made people cower. The boy stared back at her. Scarlet frowned slightly and glowered again. She inspected him. He had short black hair. His eyes were dark and his skin was pale.

‘Scarlet Grant, you have an assignment.’ He said. His voice was deep and menacing.

‘I do. I have a Maths assignment and a Science assignment and a History assignment- I could go on all day. But I am sure that isn’t what you mean.’

‘You are correct. Here.’ He handed her a folder. ‘You have one week to decide whether you will comply or not. If you do agree, I shall be seeing you again. If not, it was nice meeting you.’ He got up and walked away. Scarlet watched him walk away, very confused. She shook her head and finished her homework. Then she checked to see if anyone was around. No one was. She picked up the folder and looked at the outside. It was cream and made of cardboard. It looked very, very professional. Scarlet opened it up and started reading.

* * *

Ace followed the girl, silently. Eventually she walked into an empty alley.

‘Hello again Ace Collins.’ She said, not turning. Ace had been approached by the same girl and few days previously. She had long, straight black hair, dark eyes and pale skin.

‘I showed Travis. He didn’t believe me. And I want to know your name.’ Ace replied.

‘My name isn’t important. I told you that boy didn’t trust you. Are you ready?’

‘Your name is important. Show me the folder.’ He said, narrowing his eyes. The girl turned around and handed him the folder.

'My name is not important. You have one week to decide whether you will comply or not. If you do agree, I shall be seeing you again. If not, it was nice meeting you.' And with that she turned and left. Ace watched her go, then left for a nearby park. He sat down near a pond and looked at the folder. It was cream and cardboard. It looked extremely official. Ace opened it and started reading.

* * *

Scarlet finished reading the folder and looked at the bottom of the last page. There was a dotted line where she would sign if she agreed. She checked her watch and got up. She needed to go home. She got up, thinking about what they were asking her to do. It was ludicrous. Scarlet was only fourteen after all. She got home and walked straight to her mini library. She dropped her stuff on the floor and placed the folder on her desk. She then scanned her bookshelf, looking for her book on law. Scarlet picked out the book and flicked to the table of contents. Chapter Twelve- Laws. She checked up the list. Accepting the assignment would result in her breaking several laws. But she wanted to know more. She looked at the folder. It had said something in it about working with a partner. Who? She didn’t want the black-haired boy. He was creepy. And the first person Scarlet had met that didn’t react to her glare. People could meet it, and then shy away. But never stare back. It worried Scarlet greatly that anyone could do that. She looked across at her desk again. This was exactly what she had been wishing for. But now it was waiting for her she wasn’t so sure.

* * *

Ace walked back to the doors as he was reading. The girl had said that the doors were The Entrance.

‘The entrance to what?’ He had asked.

‘The Entrance to The Vacuum.’

‘What, you mean The Vacuum?’

‘Yes.’ She answered.

‘The Vacuum to, y’know. The other side?’ Ace asked, nervously. The girl nodded.

‘Yes. And, I’m afraid, if you can’t say the place’s name, you can’t get the job.’

‘Fine.’ Ace tensed. ‘The Echo Side.’ The girl smiled.

‘And you’ll have to stop flinching.’ And with that the girl had walked away. Ace shuddered. The Echo World. That place was mysterious and terrifying. There was the world that Ace knew and loved and the Echo World. The Vacuum was the space in-between. In the side Ace was standing in, people could be mean, bad and disgraceful. But on the Echo side there was a version of Ace. A version of Ace who was pure evil. The was a version o Travis who was pure evil. The Echo land was called that because it was like and echo of society. Like something that’s been broken and out back together, but not quite right. Something had to change. The people, activities the places were all the same on both sides, but on the Echo side, it was lined with hate, spite and evil. Ace finished reading and looked at the doors again.  It was going to be dangerous. And life-threatening. Ace was in. He ran home and signed the paper.

* * *

The next morning Scarlet woke up and got ready for school. She eyed the folder and put it in her backpack. She trotted to school, feeling good about getting to sit with her real friends again. She got to school and walked to her locker. She put her bags away and looked for her friend Sara. Finally, after ten minutes of looking, Scarlet found Sara. Sara saw Scarlet and scowled.

‘Sara! How are you?’ Scarlet asked. Sara kept scowling. Scarlet frowned.

‘Sara, I swear, I don’t know why I was talking to those morons. I’m sorry about what I did, and I want to make it up to you.’

‘Why should I trust you? You deserted me.’

‘Because yesterday I told Charlotte and Jessica that they had about as many brain cells as a plank of wood.’ Scarlet smiled. Sara smiled as well.

‘Welcome back buddy. Lets get to class.’

* * *

At lunch Ace was walking to the library when he saw a girl holding the same folder that he had gotten yesterday. He watched for a moment, and then kept walking. It had to be a coincidence. He scampered to the library, and started to do the homework he was meant to be doing yesterday. After a few minutes he saw the girl with the folder walk in. She was in some of his classes, but he couldn’t remember her name. She had ash brown hair, and turquoise eyes. Her skin was pale, and had a couple freckles. She sat down at a desk at the other end of the library and opened up the folder. Ace watched her get out a pen and read the folder. It could be her homework. She could be doing homework, in a cream cardboard folder. She could be finishing off an assignment, which was encased in a folder. It could be hundreds of things. But he was still curious.

* * *

Scarlet was sitting in the school library, reading the folder again. She wanted to sign, but was way to nervous. As she got closer to the end, the hand she was holding the pen in was shaking slightly. She got to the end and stared at the dotted line where she was supposed to sign her name. Scarlet wished that the line would fade under her gaze. She blinked, snapping her out of it and glanced up. In the short look, she realised that a boy was staring at her. She closed the folder and put the pen in her pocket. She wasn’t signing while someone was watching. No way. She got up, and moved to a place where she could get a proper look at the boy without being conspicuous. She looked at him then pretended to get a book out. Scarlet thought his name was Ace, but couldn’t be sure. It might’ve been Alec or something. All se knew was that he hung out with Travis. Which means she didn’t like him. His hair was shaggy in length and sandy in colour. His eyes were emerald green. His skin was slightly tanned. He made eye contact with her and she scowled at him. When he had made a suitably disconcerted face, she walked out of the library. She met Sara on the way back to her locker, and they chatted till it was time for class. Scarlet finished talking with Sara and smiled. Sara provided a level of intelligence to the conversation that Charlotte and Jessica would never be able to compete with. Scarlet walked to the park after school at sat at the same bench she had yesterday and began working on that day’s homework. About half an hour later the boy from school sat at the other side of the bench. Scarlet was getting annoyed.

* * *

Ace followed the girl out of school, to the park. He stood by a tree as she started her homework, and eventually went to sit near her. She looked up at him. She then realised who he was.

‘Dude, what the hell? You were watching me in the library today, and you followed me here. What’s your problem?’ She asked, clearly angry.

‘Look, my name’s Ace, and I saw you with a folder at lunch.’ He stammered.

‘Mine’s Scarlet. That folder is private.’

‘Yes, I know it is, but I have one just like it.’

‘So? You can get those folders anywhere.’ She said, doing her homework again. Ace leaned forward.

‘Yes, I know, but I didn’t get it. Someone gave it to me.’ When Ace said that Scarlet looked up again.

‘Black hair, pale skin, dark eyes?’ She asked. Ace nodded.

‘Did you sign it?’ Scarlet asked quietly. Ace nodded again. Scarlet grinned and got out her folder. She signed it.

‘So, what now?’ She asked. Ace was about to say that he had no idea when the black-haired girl arrived with someone who looked like his brother. They stood looking at Ace and Scarlet. Then the boy spoke up.

‘Ace Collins, Scarlet Grant. You have both decided to comply with the contract. Here is the equipment you will need.’ He said, placing two black backpacks on the bench. Then the girl continued.

‘Your instructions are in the bags. You are each others partners if you hadn’t figured it out yet.’

‘Yeah, we figured that out.’ Scarlet said. The black-haired pair smiled, which was a bit creepy.

'We won't be seeing you again.' They said in unison. They walked away for the last time, leaving Ace and Scarlet by themselves.

The next day, Saturday, Ace and Scarlet met outside the Entrance. They were dressed in black and they had weaponry strapped to them in case of an emergency. Scarlet was pale.

'Are you sure we can pull this off Ace?' She asked. Ace shrugged.

'I don't think they would be the kind of people to have an error of judgment.'

'True. So, when do we go in?' Scarlet was referring to a small set of doors to the left of the Entrance. Ace shrugged again.

'The note said wait for the signal.'

'But what signal? Ace, this could be a disaster.'

'Again, I doubt they would've picked us if we weren't the right people for the job.' right after Ace said this, every guard sprinted off to the right, where an alarm was going off.

'I bet that's the signal. Let's go.' Ace said, his eyes lighting up. The pair sprinted across the court, stopping outside the smaller set of doors. Ace tried the doorknob.

'Shit. It's locked, what do we do?' he said, kicking the door. Scarlet sighed and got out the lock picking kit in her backpack. Ace frowned as she did so.

'I didn't get one of them. How come you got one of them?' He asked.

'Because,' She said through her teeth as she picked the lock, 'They must've known that I can do this sort of thing.' She grinned and opened the door. 'Just one of my many talents.' She said smiling. They walked into a dark, grey hallway. They didn't say a word as they walked through the passage. Eventually they came a door. Ace checked the map of the indoor complex and nodded. Scarlet opened the door and the pair walked into the next room.

‘Whoa.’ Ace said, as he pulled Scarlet into the shadows with him. They had walked into a room full of guards. They were walking around the room like clockwork. It was a miracle that Ace and Scarlet hadn’t been spotted. At the center of the room, there was a column of wiring leading to the roof. It was thicker than a redwood tree trunk. Scarlet scanned the room, and pointed at a door at the other end of the room. Ace consulted the map.

‘That’s the one. How in the hell are we supposed to get there?’ He whispered.

‘Well, using your brain is a start. We got equipment for a reason.’ Scarlet said, digging through her backpack. Ace grinned and did the same. They pulled out what would be useful, and looked at what they had. Not much. Ace gripped a box of matches.

‘Do you have anything flammable?’ He asked under his breath. Scarlet nodded and opened her backpack again. ‘How much stuff does she have?’ Ace thought. Scarlet pulled out a notebook. She then got out a pencil and wrote: ‘I always keep an empty one on hand.’ She handed him the note book and whispered,

‘What are you going to do?’

‘Burn it.’ He slid along the wall until he was under a sprinkler. He then lit a match and set the notebook on fire. He then motioned for Scarlet to pack everything up and head to the other side of the door that they had come in by. She did so, and Ace met her about ten feet from the door that they had entered.

‘When the fire alarm goes off, I assume that they will exit that way. When they do, we move to the target. Okay?’ Ace said. Scarlet nodded and shoved her backpack underneath a row of pipes sticking out of the wall. She then did the same with Ace’s backpack and then wedged herself in as well. She beckoned for Ace to do the same. Ace jammed himself in, at the very edge.

‘This is uncomfortable, to say the very least.’ He grumbled.

‘Would you rather get caught or be uncomfortable for a few seconds?’ Scarlet hissed.

‘Fair enough.’ He murmured. A couple of seconds later the alarm went off and the guards left the room. Ace poked his head out and saw that there was no one left. He got out and stretched. He then helped Scarlet pull out the bags and together they ran across the room. Scarlet got out her lock-picking kit again. Ace sighed; knowing that time was of the essence and kicked the door of its hinges.

‘No one’s going to hear it over the alarm.’ He said, smiling. Scarlet scowled and pushed him through the door. Ace stumbled through and scowled back at Scarlet. He then faltered and checked the map.

‘We have to walk up these stairs, and go into the room above.’ He headed up the stairs, followed by Scarlet. They walked up the stairs and headed into the next room.

* * *

Danielle looked over her shoulder as the door opened. She had ignored the fire alarm when it had gone off ten minutes previously. To her surprise, there were two teenagers standing in the doorway. They looked just about as shocked as she felt. She faced her keyboard again and finished what she was doing. She then turned around and faced the kids again.

‘Who the hell are you?’ She asked. The two kids looked at each other.

‘I don’t think we should tell you that.’ Said the girl. Danielle snorted.

‘My name is Danielle Clark. Now, who are you?’

‘No offence Danielle, but knowing your name doesn’t really alter the situation that much.’ Said the boy. Danielle smiled.

‘Okay, so I’m not about to find anything out about you. Can I ask why you’re here?’ The pair looked at each other and shook theirs heads.

‘Fine. What happens next? You obviously didn’t come here for fun.’ Danielle narrowed her eyes. ‘Who sent you?’

‘We don’t know. We don’t know who sent us. They never told us.’ Said the girl..

‘Hmm. What did they look like?’

‘Black hair. Dark eyes. Pale skin. Scary.’ Said the boy. Danielle sighed.

‘Of course it’s them. Look, I need to know your names. Just your first names.’ The two kids had been walking towards Danielle as the conversation progressed and they were right in front of her now. The boy opened his mouth to answer, then shot his fist at her chin. Danielle’s head rocked back and her vision clouded.

‘You little shits.’ She said as she passed out.

* * *

Ace grinned as Danielle fell to the floor. He shook his hand and blew on his knuckles. Scarlet rolled her eyes and knocked him over.

‘So this is it.’ Scarlet said as Ace got back up again.

‘Yeah, I guess. What do you think will happen afterwards?’

‘Lots of running. Lots of running.’ Scarlet said. Ace got out a pair of scissors and Scarlet sat down at the keyboard. She typed a message onto the screen, as she’d been told. ‘I believe that we’ve won this battle Danielle.’ Scarlet looked down at Danielle. She was fast asleep. Scarlet then proceeded to delete every single document on the computer. Ace went up to the mass of wiring with the scissors. He cut the six nearest wires and then something sparked.

‘Time to go!’ He yelled. Scarlet got up and ran for the door. Ace was already on his way down the stairs.

‘Wait up!’ She shrieked. Ace stooped briefly then started running again. They ran out and sprinted across the court. They were running back to Ace’s place.

‘This way!’ He yelled, speeding into a side street. He jumped a fence and skidded to a stop when he heard the crash of Scarlet hitting the fence.

‘Ow…’ She groaned. Ace looked at her disbelievingly.

‘Have you never jumped a fence before?’

‘No. That hurt. I didn’t see the fence cause I was looking over my shoulder and I turned and jumped and hit the fence. Help me over.’ She scowled. Ace grabbed her wrist and pulled her over the fence. Ace was having a hard time not laughing at Scarlet. She growled at him.

‘Okay, Scarlet, we need to jump over three fences to get to my place. Can you handle it?’ He said, smirking. Scarlet scowled.

‘Yes. In fact, race you!’ She started running in the middle of her sentence and was laughing at the end. She raced towards the fence, jumped, put her hand on the top of the fence and vaulted over. Ace followed, thinking he could catch up easily. Scarlet was a nerd after all. He sprinted and landed next to her after the third fence. She had stopped and was looking at a café across the road.

‘I’m hungry.’ She said. Ace was red and panting.

‘You want to have lunch?’ He spluttered. ‘With me?’

‘Sure. I have money in my backpack.’ She smiled and pulled Ace across the to the café. They sat down at a table up the back. The waiter came and gave them menus. They sat and ate together, chatting. They discussed school and teachers for about an hour. Scarlet paid the bill and they walked back out.

‘Ace, I think the waiter thought we were on a date.’ Scarlet said quietly. They looked at each other and laughed awkwardly. Ace rubbed the back of his head and grimaced.

‘Yeah… Stupid idea huh?’ He said.

‘Yeah, stupid.’ Scarlet trailed off. There was a moment of silence and then Scarlet shrugged.

‘I need to go, I’m meeting Sara in the park later and I need to get changed.’

‘Yeah, I need to- where in the park?’

‘By the really big tree. Why?’

‘I’m meeting Travis near the lake later, that’s all.’ He said. As Ace said Travis, Scarlet recoiled.

‘What’s wrong?’

‘I was right. You are one of Travis’s pawns.’

‘What!? No I’m n-‘ Ace began.

‘No, Ace. Just, no.’ Scarlet stormed away. Ace watched her go and sighed. The waiter walked up beside him.

‘What happened? You looked so happy together.’

‘We aren’t dating. I don’t even think we’re friends.’ Ace trudged home.

* * *

Scarlet kicked a rock. She knew it. She knew that he was one of Travis’s pals.

‘God damn moron.’ She muttered.

THAT'S WHAT I GOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Delaying Tactic

Mahogany Reen looked her enemy in the eye and said, “We meet again... uh... Sorry, I never got your name. It was Sonny something, right?”

The woman glared. “You’re a moron.”

“You flatterer.”

“When I take over the world” the sorcerer said. “You’ll be the first to die. The first to burn.”

“Sorry, sweetie, that’s not going to happen. Many people, much more experienced than you – no offense – have tried to take over the world or even end it, and do you know what happened to them?”

The woman said nothing.

Mahogany leaned in, like it was a secret, mocking. Her voice was no more than a breath. “They died.”

The woman laughed. “You act like I’m the child.”

Mahogany heard a car slowing down then stopping in front in front of the house they were in. “Define ‘child’. I may be eternally young“- she flipped her brown hair – “but I’m not that young. Must be something about my maturity or something, right? Lots of people have been complaining about that.”

“That’s what I hate about you ‘good guys’” the woman said. “You think that no matter how much you mock, and make snarky remarks, everything’s going to work itself out in the end. It’s time to open up your pretty green eyes, little girl. The world is about to change. There will be a time when the worthy will reach their full potential and the weak will perish below them. That time is nearing, girlie. And this time, luck is not on your side.” She sneered.

Mahogany stepped back, emotionally wounded. “You! You foul-minded, cruel-hearted, despicable beast! I have blue eyes!”

The woman glared, but before she could respond further, the door swung open, and Sanctuary agents came storming in before Mahogany had time to get away.

“Miss Reen” one of them said. “So you’ve considered our offer?”

Mahogany kept her scowl to herself. “I’m not joining you and your team, sir. I’m still on that no-violence diet, as you keep calling it...”

The agent laughed. “Ah, yes. When did you stop all the punching again?”

“I never started.”

“Mm. Thank you for delaying this woman. We are grateful, but we are perfectly capable of capturing a criminal without help, thank you very much.” She nodded in response, and heard the woman behind her being shackled. The man hesitated, then said, “This is a dangerous world we live in, Miss Reen. Something is coming, and when it arrives, you’re going to have to be ready.”

Mahogany said nothing.

 

Eve, South Australia

HMPH. Ive returned...... maybe... am... yeah..

SOOOO HERES AN IDEA!!!!!!!!


lets create the world blogland championship.

or the wblc for short.

so yeah.. the idea of this is to create a ruler of blogland like a king or queen. Basically i think this'll be great as people will have to obey. E.G like if there is a fight between two people.. (alot when im around.) They could sort it or stop it...
But i have changed... SO WHADDYA THINKITH?

and if you like il post more detailious effects..

and ive changed.. *cough cough*

and yeah

and you broke the blog before i could comment... *tuts*


and am ive written 11 parts to the story shadow so badly wants me to write so badly.. but i shall not release them.... EVER!!!!!!!!!!!

that is all.. Dismissed,

The Sworn : Skye Stone

http://rsnowscar.blogspot.com/

The hilltop was alive with the firelight; the huge bonfire illuminated the very souls of the people, The Seven, who sat hand in hand around it. It was approaching the witching hour on a gloomy Samhain night. The forest that surrounded the hill was alive with anticipation. They sat calm in wait; one however, was rooted to the spot through fear. Her name was Skye. Her hair was white as snow but her eyes were black as coals. Her hair was layered short framing her face, her eyes were large and to most she looked an innocent kitten, but Skye was a Sworn.

Sworn were an elite group of soldiers who killed and hunted daemons in all worlds. They fought the very essence of evil on a daily basis yet, here sat Skye paralysed by fear. She had a feeling – no more than that – a persistent, gut-wrenching instinct that this wasn’t going to go according to plan. She glanced quickly around at all members of the circle; their eyes were boring into the flames except Melanie’s which were boring a hole through Skye’s face. Melanie broke eye contact as the clock chimed, Skye noticed the twisted up corners of her mouth which formed a malevolent smile rather than the grim line everyone else’s face wore.

The fire became enormous filling the night; in perfect unison everyone stuck their right hand into the flame. The fire turned blue. Blue was very, very bad. The seven faces were filled with shock and horror then an ear piercing scream shattered everything. Out of the ominous flame stepped a magical creature, an evil creature. The giant centaur-like beast was thrashing wildly in the centre soon it got its bearings and then it began to gallop around the circle. Skye’s mind raced, the circle kept them safe so long as they were intact, so long as no one moved nothing would happen as breaking a circle is almost impossible. The only person who could even think of breaking the circle was – “Melanie! NO!” the light faded the circle broke and the world erupted into chaos.

 

 

There is more on my blog.

Stay Fearless

You want new Flame? I'll give you new!

So this is my new story called 'The Wilting Rose'! Hope you like!

The Wilting Rose, Chapter 1 - Love's boundaries...

       It had been two months. I stood on the cliff edge looking out at the cruel sea. He had promised and now he was an hour late. Typical. You could not trust Ryan with anything. The wind rustled the trees around me and grazed my back. I was itching to spread my wings but I needed to wait. Suddenly the ground behind me trembled and in a flash of golden light Ryan was standing there. Blonde hair swept back of his face which was slightly tanned with dazzling emerald green eyes. "You're late." I said, a smile inching onto my face.
       "Has that ever bothered me before?" he asked taking a step on the red leafs on the ground which crackled under his bare foot. His white trousers fluttered in the wind and his bare chest looked as if the sun had hugged him and made him like the perfect biscuit, golden brown.
       "No, I guess it hasn't." I said, keeping eye contact "But this will." and I spun him round and pushed him off the cliff. He was falling but he snapped open his pure white wings and hovered.
       "Come and join me!" he shouted up to me. I laughed. With my red hair flying, dark blue tank top slightly to small, denim shorts and no shoes it could have been summer but the sky promised snow so I jumped and spread my black wings. It started to snow as soon as I caught the wind and, honestly, there is no better feeling than flying in the snow. I don't know if you'll know it but... It. Is. Amazing! We headed towards the most northern point of the cliff where a cluster of houses stood alone, trapped by forest and water.
       "So how was your sixteenth birthday party upstairs go?" I asked pointing at the sky.
       "Quite good, wait until it's yours. Ganta even smiled!" Ganta was the Arc Angel and rarely smiled. "Can you believe it?" Ryan carried on. And, truthfully I couldn't. "Wait until you get your Angel's license, I've got to get my stuff and then I've got to go to my first assignment. I can't believe I got chosen as a Guardian Angel, can you Fiducia?"
       "Kind of." I said gliding on currents of wind.
       "You're way to nice to me. I thought girlfriends where meant to be nasty!" he said half serious.
       "That's wives, at least that's what my mum used to say." We both laughed and landed on Crested Wing Cliff and other winged figures came to congratulate Ryan.

My name is Fiducia Umbra.

I am an angel.

And this is my story...

Grrr... You want a Writer War? I'll give you a Writer War!

I have two stories. Which one should I keep writing?

My newest story. It's called 'Echo'.

Scarlet walked out of school, her two ‘friends’ complaining about a Maths test or something.

‘Scarlet, what do you think?’ One of them asked. Scarlet turned, glaring. The two girls cowered.

‘I think that you wouldn’t be complaining as much if you had been paying attention in Maths instead of drooling at Travis.’ She scowled and kept walking. The girls looked at each other, looked back at Scarlet, realised they were being left behind and caught up with her.

‘Scarlet, you can’t treat us like that. You lucky to even, like, be talking to us.’ The second said. Scarlet stopped and faced them again.

‘Lucky? Lucky? How could anyone possibly think of me as lucky when I have two morons following me everywhere? Your constant chatter is turning my brain to mush. Goodbye Charlotte. Goodbye Jessica.’ And with that Scarlet walked home by herself, feeling like she should’ve done that three weeks ago when the two idiots had started to follow her like lost puppies. Scarlet sat down on her favourite bench at the park and started doing her homework. About five minutes later, a boy sat at the other end of the bench.

* * *

Two boys peeked around the corner. They were looking at an enormous set of doors. The door were tall and grey. They looked like steel, but the boys couldn’t tell from the distance.

‘Dude, it can’t be true.’ The first said.

 ‘Shush! Travis, if they hear us, we are dead meat.’ The second whispered frantically whispered. Travis laughed.

‘It is! I swear, it is.’

‘Prove it.’ Travis smirked.

‘Okay. Look at the entrance. If it wasn’t the entrance, why are there people guarding it? And why are there chains and locks around the door?’

‘Ace, it could be a prison.’ Travis said.

‘Travis! You know that isn’t a prison. You took me to the prison.’ Ace groaned.

‘True. But I still don’t believe you.’ Travis said. Ace sighed.

‘C’mon, if we stay any longer we’ll get caught.’

‘Fine.’ Travis grinned. They headed back to Ace’s house.

‘Travis I am sure that was the place.’ Ace insisted, walking in the gutter.

‘Why? Ace, really, why?’ Travis asked.

‘Because it makes sense. The doors would be small or decorated if it were for, say, the town hall.’ Ace was about to continue, when he saw a girl walking in the other direction. ‘Sorry Travis, got to go.’ Ace ran in the other direction. Travis watched him go and shrugged.

* * *

Scarlet ignored the boy, concentrating on her homework. The boy said nothing. He sat, watching Scarlet intently and didn’t say a word. After twenty minutes Scarlet sighed, put her work down and scowled at him.

‘Are you here to stalk me, or tell me something? Because I don’t like people breathing down my neck while I work.’ She said, impatiently. The boy said nothing. Scarlet glared at him, something that generally made people cower. The boy stared back at her. Scarlet frowned slightly and glowered again. She inspected him. He had short black hair. His eyes were dark and his skin was pale.

‘Scarlet Grant, you have an assignment.’ He said. His voice was deep and menacing.

‘I do. I have a Maths assignment and Science assignment and History assignment- I could go on all day. But I am sure that isn’t what you mean.’

‘You are correct. Here.’ He handed her a folder. ‘You have one week to decide whether you will comply or not. If you do agree, I shall be seeing you again. If not, it was nice meeting you.’ He got up and walked away. Scarlet watched him walk away, very confused. She shook her head and finished her homework. Then she checked to see if anyone was around. No one was. She picked up the folder and looked at the outside. It was cream and made of cardboard. It looked very, very professional. Scarlet opened it up and started reading.

* * *

Ace followed the girl, silently. Eventually she walked into an empty alley.

‘Hello again Ace Collins.’ She said, not turning.

‘I showed him. He didn’t believe me. And I want your name.’ Ace replied.

‘My name isn’t important. I told you that boy didn’t trust you. Are you ready?’

‘Your name is important. Show me the folder.’ He said. The girl turned around and handed him the folder.

'My name is not important. You have one week to decide whether you will comply or not. If you do agree, I shall be seeing you again. If not, it was nice meeting you.' And with that she turned and left. Ace looked at the folder. It was cream and cardboard. It looked extremely official. Ace opened it and started reading it.

Or the one with no name:

Why was it so cold? She didn’t want to move. She was comfortable there. But why did it need to be so cold? She could hear something. Sirens. Where was she? She opened her eyes. Ugh. She was still in her bedroom.

Wait. Sirens?

She rolled over and landed on the floor.

‘Ow…’ She moaned. She did that every day. She needed a bigger bed. She got up and looked at her closet. She picked out jeans and a football jersey. She tripped at the top of the stairs and eventually landed on the floor. She did that every day too. She grunted and got up. She checked her watch. 2:30am. What the hell was happening? She opened the front door and saw that the house across the street had broken windows. Nothing to do with her. She shut the door again and walked into the kitchen. She ignored the toaster completely because the last time she used it, the toaster burnt half of her hair off. She opened the microwave carefully and avoided the small explosion of goo.

‘Ryan!’ She called up the stairs. ‘Get down here!’ She heard a groan, a thump and a swear as Ryan hit his head against the ceiling.

‘Microwave?’ He yelled back, leaning over the banister of the hallway upstairs.

‘Yes the microwave.’

‘I have to clean it don’t I?’ He asked. She nodded.

She sat in the dining room eating cereal and glaring at Ryan. Idiot. He had done that two days ago. She didn’t forget to easy. She saw him shuffle out of the kitchen.

‘Done.’ He mumbled, heading back up the stairs. She watched him slowly make his way up the stairs. God, he was stupid sometimes. But, most of the time he was a complete brainbox. He wasn’t smart in the straight A student sense, he was just… Intelligent. He was in his second year of University and his looks were deceiving. Very deceiving. He had spiky red hair that people made fun of. He was average height and skinny. His eyes were pale blue and his features were uninteresting. He was funny, in a annoying sort of way and they were housemates. It was her, Ryan and Kat. Oh. Kat.

‘Ryan wait!’ She called up again. He looked down again.

‘What now?’

‘Where’s Kat?’

‘She’s still in bed.’

‘Are you sure?’ She asked.

‘Yes, Harper, I’m positive I ch-‘ He paled. ‘I didn’t check. Are those sirens?’

‘Yes, they are sirens. Let’s check the basement.’ They walked down the stairs and knocked on the basement door. No response. Harper opened the door and peered into the room. Empty. Harper started walking up the stairs.

‘The psycho has gone arsonist again. Let’s go get her.’ She said. Ryan sighed and started muttering something about chains as he got his jacket. They walked out into the freezing cold, crossed the road and entered the forest behind the houses on that side of the street. They walked to the clearing at the middle of the forest and saw Kat sitting in the snow, rocking back and forth slightly. Harper and Ryan shared a look, then Harper tentatively reached towards Kat’s shoulder. Kat looked up, her eyes shining.

‘Hey guys! How are you? I’m good though in retrospect it might’ve been smart for me to bring a jacket out here.’ She said cheerily. Ryan sighed and passed Kat his one.

‘Can we go back inside now? I’m freezing.’ He shivered. Kat smiled and got up. They walked back to the house, trying to stick to the shadows. Harper stared at the back of Kat’s head as they walked. It was amazing how she could blend into any environment and still grab the attention of every boy she went past. Kat had blonde hair and grey eyes. She was tall and had a couple freckles. Harper had been jealous when they first met, but had decided since then that she was quiet happy being herself.

The three of them walked into the house and Kat started walking to the basement. Harper grabbed the back of her shirt and pulled her back. Ryan then grabbed Kat’s shoulders and forced he onto the couch.

‘Kat, this really needs to stop.’ Harper sighed. Kat smiled.

‘This is serious Kat. It needs to stop. You’ll be fine for weeks and then, Bam! You go nuts again.’ Ryan scolded. Kat frowned.

‘Ryan, Harper, please let me get some sleep. I’m tired.’ Kat said. She got up and walked into the basement. Ryan looked at Harper and shrugged.

‘It’ll sort itself out eventually. Everything does.’ Ryan yawned, ‘I’m going to bed too.’ He turned and walked up the stairs. Harper sighed and walked up the stairs after him. She walked into her bedroom, pulled the covers off her bed and wrapped them around herself as she sat down at her computer. She logged in, checked her e-mails, there was one from the publishing company. She flinched and opened it. She quickly scanned the page and sighed. Denied. They denied her. Again. She scowled, fighting back the tears, and opened up the word document on which the story was written. ‘Frivolous Attempts’. She selected the entire story and hit ‘delete’. She then moved to close the document. A pop-up appeared. ‘Do you want to save the changes you made to Frivolous Attempts.docx?’ She sighed and hit ‘Don’t Save’; she wasn’t giving up just yet. She closed the page and looked at the screen. She could see her face reflected in the monitor. Short black hair, pale skin and far too skinny for her liking. Harper hated her reflection. She only looked at it when she doubted she could feel any worse. It never helped, because all se could ever see were the things that she hated about herself. Mainly her eyes. The were probably the prettiest part of her face, but she still hated them. They were dark brown, and mysterious. Harper had no idea why she hated them, but she always had. She yawned and checked the time. 3:15am. She turned off the computer and leaned out her bedroom window, thinking. She heard a loud BANG! Come from the basement. Harper sprinted down the stairs, followed closely by Ryan. They pelted down the second set of stairs and met Kat, who was shaking and couldn’t open the door.

‘Kat, what happened?’ Ryan asked.

‘I don’t know! I went to open the door, found it was locked and I was trying to jimmy it open and something inside exploded!’ She squealed. She then growled and kicked the door. The explosion must have weakened the hinges or something, because the door fell. Harper moved to go in but Kat stopped her abruptly. Kat went in and replaced the door behind her. Ryan and Harper looked at each other.

‘What was that about?’ Ryan said, bewildered. Harper was about to knock down the door again when they heard the sound of an electric screwdriver reattaching the door to the hinges that were stuck to the wall.

‘Ryan, I thought you were asleep.’ Harper yelled over the noise.

‘Nope. I couldn’t sleep, and I have that huge assignment, remember?’

‘Oh yeah.’ Harper trailed off.

‘Have you gotten the response from the publishing company yet?’ He said, trying to make conversation, knowing that Harper had been worrying about the response for days. Harper said nothing. Ryan didn’t get the message.

‘Did you hear me?’ He yelled, ‘I asked if you got a response from the pub-‘ Harper scowled and nodded. No tears. No crying. Ryan was about to ask what they said when he figured it out. He paled.

‘Oh, God, Harper, I’m so sorry.’ He murmured. Harper shook her head.

‘Whatever you just said, I didn’t hear it.’ She yelled, the screwdriver noise cutting out halfway through her sentence. Harper blushed. She then banged on the door that had just been fixed. There was a slight scrabble on the other side, and then Kat’s head popped out.

‘Yes?’

‘Let me in. Now.’ Harper said, with a no-nonsense air about her. Kat opened the door wider, letting Harper have a glimpse of the room.

‘Nothing suspicious. Please let me finish fixing the door.’ Kat said, innocently. Ryan peered over Harper’s shoulder.

‘Kat, something in there blew up less than five minutes ago. Let us in, you can keep working on the door.’ He said. Kat scowled and grudgingly let them in.

‘Just don’t touch anything.’ She growled, and promptly continued working on the door, mumbling something about ‘Not letting the undesirables in.’ Ryan and Harper shared a look, and looked around the room. There was nothing broken and no sign of a commotion. Everything was clean and tidy. In fact, the room looked practically untouched. Which was weird, considering Kat spent all of her free time down here. Ryan and Harper decided to leave Kat to it, and went to bed.

The next morning Harper got up at seven feeling incredibly tired, walked downstairs and made herself breakfast. She zoned out while she was having her second bowl of cereal for that day, dwelling on her book. She knew that it was good. She was positive it was good. Why didn’t the publishing companies see that? She’d sent ‘Frivolous Attempts’ to three different publishing companies now, and none of them liked it. Harper was frowning into space when Ryan bounced down the stairs.

‘Good morning Harper! It’s sort of a new day!’ He said cheerily. He then remembered about the book. He smacked his forehead and swore.

‘God, I am such an idiot.’

‘No, Ryan, you’re right. It’s fine. Really.’ Harper responded, snapping back to Earth. Harper checked the time while scooping a spoonful of food into her mouth and nearly choked.

‘Crap, I’m almost late.’ She coughed. Harper ran up the stairs, got ready in two minutes and ran back down almost tripping, but not quite. She stumbled to the door and called back, ‘Make sure Kat doesn’t blow anything else up, Okay? Bye!’

‘Have a good day!’ Ryan yelled back, smiling. Harper was almost late every day, but never was. He got a new spoon out and finished Harper’s cereal. Kat came up about five minutes later, had some leftover soup for breakfast and went down to her room again. Ryan watched her the entire time, thinking about his assignment for Uni. He had to design a modern building, with more than thirty floors, having a new and innovative ‘look’ for the outside. The inside needed to be an office building. He was working for his Bachelor of Architectural Studies, and he was loving his course. The small problem was that every time he got into the stage of work when the ideas came at him like he was a magnet, Kat would distract him. Which was annoying. He walked to his room and sat down at his desk. He then spent five minutes chucking everything on his desk everywhere looking for his sketchpad and pencil. He then remembered that it was on his bed. He climbed up the ladder next to his desk and grabbed his sketchpad. Ryan looked at his previous drawings. There was work and drawings mixed in together. He liked drawing indefinitely when he couldn’t think of anything. He took one out. It was a rough sketch of Harper, which he hadn’t shown anyone. It was her wearing a dress, but it had been mainly guesswork because she didn’t own any dresses. He had often thought about showing it to Harper, but always decided against it. He sighed, put the drawing back and flipped to the front of the pad. He began to outline ideas for his assignment.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Kat was sitting in her room with her head in her hands. She really liked living there. She liked Ryan and Harper, and she loved the feeling of people enjoying being around her. But she hated keeping secrets from them. No. Right there and then Kat stood up. She wasn’t going to hid anything from that second onward. Kat was about to tell Ryan but something in her head told her to think about what that would entail. She stood there completely silent and unmoving for a long moment, she then flopped onto her bed. She was conflicted. Telling the others about this would lead to serious damage to her health. But is was getting hard to keep things from them. Kat sighed. Okay, she would stop keeping things from them then. Which meant any secret from before then would be kept a secret. Now she needed to decide what to do next. Get a job or apply for Uni? When she said job she meant in the proper sense, not what she had been doing before. At which point she actually whimpered. Her old job was serious stuff. Secret serious stuff. How was she supposed to quit? She didn’t even know who employed her. In fact, how did she even get the job? Kat had never put any thought into this. Why had she never questioned it? She questioned everything. Something very odd was happening. Kat’s stomach rumbled. She checked the time. 1:30pm, or time for lunch.

Ryan heard something smash downstairs and groaned.

‘Kat! What are you doing?’ He yelled.

So, it's up to you guys to decide which I should keep writing. SO PLEASE COMMENT!!!

Signing out, Sparky. ;)