I came up with this when I was half asleep. If you think it's any good I might carry on...

One for you, Two for me...

       I walked to my car. It was exactly where I'd left it. However there was someone reading a Kindle on the hood. He sat there like it was a park bench, not my car. He looked up as I got closer. He had sandy blonde hair and black eyes. He had high cheek bones and a square jaw. He was fairly handsome. He also had a silver stud in his hose. He put away his Kindle and got up. He held out his hand to shake. "Miss Lost, pleasure to meet you." I looked him up and down. Gold earring in his left ear. Un-tucked shirt, top button un-done. Black trousers and black All Star deck shoes. I then looked at his hand. I waved it away.
       "Who are you?" I cut straight to the chase, I had no time to waste. I had the package in my pocket and had around three minutes before the alarm bells would ring.
       "I knew you were one to cut straight to it but that was a little rude." His hand dropped to his side.
       "Who are you, I don't have time to waste." I glanced over my shoulder - nothing yet.
       "It is not who I am that matters, it is my employer." He opened the door of the passenger side of my car and offered it to me. My car. I got in and he got in a started the car.
       "Who are you?" I asked for the third time.
       "I am Detective Inspector Daniels and you've been arrested."



OK, this is part of a story about me - Lynxia Lost. I don't think this would be the start - somewhere around the beginning but not the beginning. Tell me what you think.


Lynxia x

Fanfiction time!

Sparky looked through the window for the fiftieth time that hour.

‘Where are they?’ She muttered. Right as she said this a blue orb appeared in the middle of the room. Sparky turned and smiled, launching herself at Ivy Animosity, who had teleported in.

‘Ivy! How are you?’ Sparky said. Ivy stepped backwards and laughed.

‘Great, has anyone else arrived yet?’

‘No.’ Sparky checked her watch. ‘You arrived ten minutes early and I’ve been looking through the window for half an hour.’

‘Why?’

‘Because I assumed that someone would arrive early. But I may have-‘ Sparky was interrupted by a knock at the door. Her face light up and she ran to the door. Sparky opened the door and grinned.

‘Flame!’

‘Hi Sparks. How are you?’ Flame Phoenix said, stepping inside. Sparky was about to answer when Flame leaned forward and kissed her. Sparky smiled.

‘Please don’t tell me I came here to see you two kissing.’ Ivy groaned. Flame scowled.

‘Hello Ivy. How have you been?’ He said frostily.

‘Just fine thanks.’ Ivy said, smiling sweetly. Flame stepped towards Ivy and Sparky held him back.

‘Play nice.’ They scowled at her. ‘Both of you.’ There was another knock at the door. Sparky opened the door again. Eve Azure smiled, showing off her pointed teeth.

‘Have I missed anything?’ She asked. Sparky shook her head.

‘We need to wait until everyone arrives. In the mean time, make yourself at home.’

‘I’ll do that.’ Eve said, still smiling. Eve wandered into the kitchen and Sparky returned to her living room, where Ivy was sitting on the couch inspecting her nails and Flame was sitting on the armchair opposite, staring at the fire. Sparky sat on Flame’s lap and kissed him quickly, and then faced Ivy.

‘Have you done anything interesting lately?’ Sparky asked. Ivy shook her head.

‘Nothing at all?’ Once again Ivy shook her head.

‘No, nothing has happened at all. Except that guy who tried to kill me yesterday.’

‘That guy who what?’ Sparky said. Ivy was about to respond when there was a crash from upstairs. Ivy smiled. Sparky scowled.

‘What did you do?’ Sparky asked, getting up. Still Ivy smiled.

‘There’s someone upstairs.’ Sparky scowled and sprinted up the stairs. She walked in and saw Hayley Skirmish picking bits of lamp up off the floor. She looked up and saw Ivy standing behind Sparky.

‘Would you stop thinking inside my head! You ruined my entrance!’ Hayley scowled.

‘Ivy, help Hayley pick up the glass. Don’t kill each other while I’m gone.’ There was a knock at the door. Sparky groaned and sprinted down the stairs. Flame was leaning against a doorway and opened his mouth to say something when Sparky opened the door.

‘Áine Douleurs! It’s been a while.’ Sparky exclaimed.

‘What took you so long? I waited for like five seconds before you opened the door!’ Áine said, laughing. Áine stopped laughing abruptly.

‘What’s that doing here?’ She said, pointing at Hayley.

‘Watch it Áine.’ Hayley said, her tone menacing. The pair scowled at each other for a moment.

‘Guys, you are here for a reason.’ Sparky said.

‘What is the reason Sparky? You never told us.’ Hayley said.

‘Wait until everyone’s arrived. There’s only two people left.’

‘Who?’ Áine asked. A figure stood in the open front doorway.

‘I believe that I am one of those people. Hello Sparky, Áine, Hayley, Ivy, Flame, Eve and Lynxia.’ She said. Eve poked her head into the front hall.

‘How did she know I was here? And Lynxia hasn’t even arrived yet!’ Eve said.

‘Guys, I would like to introduce you to my good friend, Echo Blood.’ Sparky said. Echo stepped forward and smiled. She had white hair with black streaks. A bundle of shadows grouped together and Lynxia Lost stepped into the hall.

‘Damn, she’s good.’ Lynxia smiled. ‘What have I missed?’ She asked.

‘Nothing. Sparky wouldn’t say a word till everyone got here.’ Áine said.

‘Then why don’t we get started? Into the living room!’ Sparky said, gesturing into the living room. They looked at her quizzically and sat down around the room. Sparky stood in the centre of the room and looked at each of them.

‘Introduction time! Raise your hand if you don’t recognise everyone here.’ Everyone raised their hands.

‘That’s a brilliant start. Okay, Áine, introduce yourself.’ Sparky said. Áine scowled. She thought for a moment.

‘My name is Áine Douleurs. I am an Elemental, I specialise in water manipulation and I’m annoyed at Sparky for making me go first.’ She scowled. Sparky nodded towards Echo.

‘Hi! I’m Echo Blood and my senses are enhanced. I’m a world renowned tracker and I’m glad to met you!’ Sparky nodded to Eve.

‘Hi! I’m Eve Azure, I like sharpening my teeth, I think this ‘introduce yourself’ thing is random, I can morph into your worst fear, but only the person I direct it at can see it!’ Sparky giggled at Eve’s hyperness and glanced at Flame.

‘I’m Flame Phoenix, an Elemental who’s magic power leans towards fire and I am glad to see some old friends in this room. Mainly Sparky.’ He smiled. Sparky grinned back. ‘God, this sounds like an Alcoholic’s Anonymous meeting. Hayley, you’re up.’

‘Hayley Skirmish. Adept. Thief. Defies gravity regularly by running up walls and flipping.’ Hayley said, raising her eyebrow at Sparky.

‘Ivy.’ Sparky said.

‘I’m Ivy Animosity. I kill people. Normally when I tell people my name I kill them. I do pretty much whatever the hell I feel like.’ Ivy’s indigo eyes glittered. Sparky nodded towards Lynxia.

‘My name is Lynxia Lost, I break bones and I’m a necromancer. I use a bow and arrow. If you get in my way you’ll end up kissing my quiver.’

‘Well, now that we’ve finished that, why are we here?’ Áine asked.

‘Ivy, please say what you told me a few minutes ago.’ Sparky thought what she wanted Ivy to say very clearly inside her head.

‘A guy tried to kill me the other day.’ She said, scowling.

‘Flame, has that happened to you?’ Sparky asked. Flame nodded.

‘Me too.’ Hayley said, growling slightly.

‘And none of you managed to kill said man?’ Sparky asked. The three of them shook their heads.

‘Lynxia, you too?’

‘Yes.’

‘And you are all bothered by this?’ They nodded. ‘I thought as much. Echo is here to find the man. Áine is here because if Ivy didn’t manage to kill this guy, then we’ll need back up. The man that tried to kill me three days ago is black, has long, black, oily hair, black eyes which makes me think he’s a vampire and doesn’t have a left ear. Does that match your descriptions?’ They all nodded. ‘Do you want to kill this guy?’ More nodding. ‘And his boss?’ There was a chorus of ‘Yeahs!’ in the room.

‘Then it’s settled. Let’s get this bad boy.’

It Spoke a Word by ATB

I came up with this literally today, but had been mulling over the first paragraph or two for a couple of days. Enjoy. (Oh, and it's saved to my computer as proof it is mine. Not that I don't trust you guys, but I'm paranoid about people stealing my stuff. Thank you for your understanding. Happy Blogging.)

I know it's shorter than my Stephanie/ Val story but it is what it is. Now if you excuse me, I must shower and trim these darn long fingernails.

Happy Blogging and Story Telling! :)

It spoke a word so beautiful and authoritative that obedience could not be denied. The word resonated throughout the chamber like a live thing seeking an exit, steadily dissipating as it fled down the corridor behind me.

“Come.”

I shivered as it struck me, a shudder of awe, fear, and above all reverence. I followed the command without hesitation, neither rushing forward nor dawdling in the moment. Each step brought me closer and my breath shuddered in and out of my lungs, the air turning frosty white with each exhale. Its presence far belittled my own and its breath overpowered mine as it inhaled deeply into the huge reserves of its lungs and expelled that same breath with a slow grace.

I reached the foot of the stone dais and stopped. Its breath surrounded me and chased away the cold, the warm tendrils toying with my hair and clothes. Our eyes locked for a moment but I looked down hastily and lowered myself to my knees before it.

“Why have you come?” it questioned.

“To serve you,” I replied humbly.

“Why do you not look at me?”

“I cannot for I am not worthy to look upon you.”

Its breath surrounded me again and warmed my body. I breathed it in. It was sweet like roses.

It shifted its weight on its rocky throne and when it stepped down I thought the ground shook with its power.

“Do you come before me with idle words of flattery only, or do you have more to offer?”

“I-” My heart choked out my words with a heavy thud. My mind went blank. I was at a complete loss of words, taken off guard by the question. I made another attempt at speech but my words failed me again, my mouth moving but nothing else coming out. I held back the rising panic. The panic was alive inside and writhed in my stomach and up through my chest to my throat. I swallowed to keep it down. It pushed back with a vengeance. No, I begged. Not now. Please not now! I could feel its icy gaze as it stood expectantly, waiting for me to say something or do something other than kneel speechless before it.

I swallowed again harder, trying to pull my thoughts back together and organize them into words and those words into something that made sense, and the panic slammed through my defenses. I couldn’t hold it back at all. It just came up and out. My stomach emptied itself over the foot of the dais. Even once it was finished it tried a few more times to remove something but there was nothing left and I coughed at the bitter taste. I was mortified with myself and could only stare at my mess over the polished stones floor and steps of the dais. Another wave of nausea hit me and I closed my eyes against it and forced myself to breathe deep and slow.

I inhaled the sweet rosy breath and it calmed my mind and body. My mind cleared, I stood.

“I thought I was ready,” I said still not looking up at it though I could feel its steady gaze. “I was sure of it. That is why I came.”

It stepped closer, softer and less intimidating than before, more like a summer storm than a hurricane. Its gentle breath wafted around me like a warm blanket and offered peace and comfort.

“Your words are wise,” it agreed, “and true. Why did you come?”

“To follow you, but-” I stopped, not out of the hesitation of before, but in search of the right words.

“Yes?” it prodded.

“I am not ready yet to follow until I fully understand what I am following and why.” I looked up into its eyes, now straight in front of me. Our eyes locked again, but I held the gaze this time.

“Go then,” it told me, “and return when you understand.”

It spoke a word so beautiful and authoritative that obedience could not be denied. I followed the word down the corridor as it leapt from wall to empty wall. A word as profound and commanding as the first uttered. I held it to me and locked it to my memory to hold and keep.

“Return.”