Okay so I like writing, and I'd like us to share some c: I'll go first, this is my writing sample from yesterday (REMEMBER this is a judge-free zone so if you have any comments that could potentially hurt someone's feelings.) Okay, whew... I heard a whisper, but no one was there... The concrete walls were covered in something red-brown and sticky. My mind filled with imaginary scenarios where the worst was the only fate.Timothy was trailing behind a bit, I don't know what it is about twin brothers, but it seems they have no sense of adventure whatsoever. "Zara.... I want to go back." Classic. I didn't show that I was scared, it was only a cow shed after all. But the questions, the mysteries, everything was making this ordinary cow shed seem so... Scary. But why would they abandon a perfectly good cow shed? We crept over the remains of some kind of wooden table or something and my heart began to beat fast. This was when I heard the whisper.It sounded like something out of a horror movie, I didn't know exactly what it was the voice said but it sounded like a very very very far away plea for help. Although it sounded far away, I could feel it being whispered in my ear, as if it were in my head, but I felt the breath tickle my ears. The first thought that rushed to my mind was that the only one with me was Tim. Mum had just left for town and dad was out on the farm. Could it have been dad? No... This sounded more like a young girls voice. I looked behind me, Timothy was standing at least ten metres away, but even from that distance I could see he was pale as chalk. And his hands were trembling. Not like how you'd tremble if you were nervous but trembling trembling, the rest of him was frozen, rooted to the spot like a tree in a forest. "Did you hear that?" He finally asked, it seemed like an eternity of silence."Yes, Tim, I did." I didn't want to go on, but I had to look brave in front of my 1 hour younger brother."Come on, let's keep going." He looked very reluctant but he continued with me, close by my side this time. We clambered over the rest of the junk, littering the milking plant, jumping over the pit. Finally we came to the very end room. It was dark in the room so I clicked on my torch. Chains hung from the ceiling and in the corner was a blotch of that gooey brown stuff on the walls outside, and the entrance for the tunnel, it had been filled in. And the whisper tickled my ear again, this time more clear. "Go back." No. I wasn't going to listen to some silly ghost-girl now. "Better keep going, Tim." I glanced to my right and he was still with me, closer than ever. "But she jus-" "Oh shush you wuss, it's not like she's gonna actually do anything." We persisted. Into the next room with even more sticky stuff on the walls, I was curious to find out what it was but I didn't dare touch it. This room was slightly lighter, it was dim so I kept the torch on. A million thoughts came rushing to my mind when I looked to the left, on the wall, painted in that sticky brown goo was some kind of satanic prayer. And beneath it, a small skull. I could see a shimmering mist above it, that soon became denser, more noticeable. "Just a bit of fog." But anyone could hear that there was doubt in my voice. Tim grabbed my hand "Zara, I'm scared." I noticed the candles littering the floor of the room. A sudden voice, no longer a quiet plea but now a shout. "You have disturbed my rest." It echoed around the room."This is no rest!" I replied. The ghost girl in front of us was now a vivid image, pale but clear she wore normal red bands and was in her milking overalls but she had no head? "I told you to go back, you didn't listen" She looked familiar..And that's when I noticed the newspaper clippings covering the walls. How did I not notice this before. Girl goes missing after freak storm oh.. Body of girl found missing skull that explains it. "Kiera, is that your name?" "Yes... My head was stolen by men. Men wearing black cloaks, I didn't see their faces..." To be continued...
Eater, I need to say something irreverent, sorry. I want to apologize for what I've done. I'm not expecting you to accept the apology, I just want you to know that I've apologized. I'm really sorry I was such a horrible person to you. I finally realized I wasn't very nice back then, so yeah here's my apology. I'm not going to stretch it out and make it tiering to read, so yeah, ~Flee
I'll post the first chapter of my thingo Each breath came in rasping waves, but I couldn’t stop running. I knew that if I stopped, I would never look back. I didn’t dare look over my shoulder, afraid of what I would see in my wake. I couldn’t hear if anyone was behind me over the sound of grass slicing into my bare pale legs, however I did not want to risk looking behind me to find out. Hours passed. I felt less as if I was escaping my father, and more like I was battling for breath. I slowed to a jog, and eventually could make it no farther. Collapsing on the ground in a mournful thump, I looked behind me to see empty fields from horizon to horizon. Thankfully, there was nothing human-like in the distance. I scanned my surroundings for a possible establishment. Anywhere would be fine, whether it was a house or a cave. I spotted a tiny faded red dot in the distance, which I quickly identified as a cattle shed. Shrugging off my anxiety, I slowly made my way toward the barn. As I neared the observed structure, I could see it was empty, as there was utter silence coming from the open windows. Surely if there was cattle within, they wouldn’t be silent. Feeling reassured, I boldly opened the doors, and was greeted with the relieving sight of nothing. There was hay lining the floor with a few bales in the corner that seemed like valuable candidates for beds. One thing, however, was not right. There were what seemed to be evidence of human life. There were some opened tins, a few woollen blankets, and what seemed to be a pile of dirty clothes in the corner. Suspicious, I neared the pile of blankets and clothes to inspect them further. They looked fairly recently used, and just as I was about to leave, realizing this barn was taken, the ominous creak of the barn door made way for the entrance of the inhabitant. A young woman, probably somewhere between her early to mid-twenties, stood in front of the door, looking bewildered. Her face was sharp and pointy, and she had short dark hair sticking out in odd messy angles. The woman was tall, or at least that is to say taller than me, and did not look partially pleased to see a guest. “I… don’t see many people around here” the woman said, nervously. She was clearly not one for social encounters. “Lycel” I said, holding out my hand for her to shake it. Tentatively, she held out shook it back. “Egnazol” she replied uneasily, “Why are you out here?” “I’m running away” I replied. From what, this stranger need not know, though I wasn’t even sure myself. “Should have guessed. Did your daddy ban you from shopping with your girly friends?” Egnazol gave a nasty smile. I was quite taken aback by the sudden spurt of hostility, but shook it off as general grumpiness. “Well I have no-where to stay, hence why I’ve ended up here I guess.” I lazily commented, slouching against the wall, “So you’ll have to suck it up for the while, because I’m sure as hell not sleeping outside, not with all these mosquitoes out”. With an angered but indifferent grunt, Egnazol slumped into her haystack and fell into a deep slumber. I quickly became comfortable on a small pile of hay in the opposite corner behind the door, and drifted away into the night. ~~ With what seemed like all the strength in the world, I slowly lifted my heavy eyelids and wiped away the sleep. With an exhausted and shaking stretch and a yawn, I looked around to see Egnazol was already up, hunched over a small pile of straw and sticks with a metre radius around it cleared. She was holding a dark rock, and was striking it against another rock to create sparks. Egnazol’s dark blue eyes flickered toward me, then back to the kindling fire. “Want breakfast?” I only then realised I hadn’t eaten the past day, and I had been running for most of it. Hunger panged inside of me, glad to finally be taken notice of. I replied with a feeble nod, before slumping in front of the small fire, which was crackling quietly. I took a quick glance at Egnazol again. From this light I could see light scars tracing across her face. Egnazol wasn’t the prettiest girl I’d met, but there was a sense of elegancy to her that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Her shaggy hair fell around her face, revealing long elongated ears. “You’re an elf?” I asked her, trying to sound politely curious “Take a guess. Maybe having stupidly shaped ears is just a mutation” she gave a sarcastic laugh I gave an acknowledging grunt, and replied with “I’m half dwarf, so I guess I can relate a bit.” “You cannot relate to me in the slightest.” Egnazol said, sternly. With a shrug, I wolfed down the remainder of my breakfast meal and sat facing her. “So, where are you headed?” “North” Egnazol replied simply, avoiding my gaze. Unconvinced, I ceased conversation. The only noise was the chirping of crickets in the morning sun, and the quiet gnawing emitting from Egnazol. After a few minutes of the excruciating silence, Egnazol got up and headed toward the door. She looked at me for a moment and turned back to the door. “You’re coming with me aren’t you,” she said mournfully. I gave a smirk and got up to stand next to her. Egnazol took the message, and grudgingly set off with a young girl she had never met until last night, and yet she had already shared her food, shelter and now her journey with. I couldn’t deny that I had a trustable aura. People had commented on it before, after they spilled to me their darkest secrets. I swear I should be a spy. ~~
I have tons of stuff to post x.x Idek if I should be posting in this thread cuz Eater obviously dislikes me... But.. Whatever. My favourite piece of work most of you probably have already seen. It's really gory, read at your own risk.
This is one of the most beautiful pieces of writing I have ever read and you have an extremely extensive vocabulary I love it!
Thank you >u< your writing is beautiful too Lol, I hate the clumped writing >u< Also I read your entire HP fanfic up to the most recent update I love it!
I'm re-writing it to be spaced, I finished chapter one, but it's gonna take awhile to update them all. Thank you.
"7 The End" I have a wattpad but I never really finished my story, which ill probably do later. Its pretty dark though.
Here is a little segment of my new book: AHEM! The Apprentices: The Clash PrologueFog rested on the cold, rocky ground, two small kittens pad along the thick woods. one, known by the name of Thunderpaw, with his crystal blue, eyes directing at the moon, and the other, lightningclaw, bellowing with exhaustion. “Can we stop now? My paws will fall of within 5 more steps!” said lightningclaw. “No. We’ll begin to see Skypool, in a short bit. Then we can call on Sky Clan for help with leader.” Replied Thunderpaw calmly. Leader had gotten Goose Throat. They heard a rustle in the berry bush, then, five cats jump out of nowhere! Scratching and clawing, Lightningclaw could feel the blood trickling down from his ear. Thunderpaw grabbed him and ran like a cheetah. Then, they heard the rushing of water, and ran faster. And finally, they found Skypool. The light from the moon glittered on the crystal clear water. They could see minnows shining in the water. Thunderpaw didn’t hesitate. He gulped up as much water as he could. Lightningclaw hopped in. His injury was not severe. The kittens heard a snap, then a crack. A light, brown cat emerged from the shrubs. Thunderpaw Leaned Forward. “Who are you?”, said Thunderpaw bravely, as he dried his mouth and whiskers with his paw. “Sharpeye, But I am no enemy.” said the mysterious cat. “Follow me young ones. I have no clan, but I have a den.” The cats hesitated, and then caught up to her. “Would you little kittens like some leaf tea? I have much.” Sharpeye said. “Yes please! Did you make it yourself?” Lightningclaw said eagerly. “Yes.” Sharpeye Replied with a grin. “We should catch some rest. Good night.” Said Sharpeye “Good Night!” Thunderpaw and Lightningclaw said together. As Thunderpaw fell asleep, he wondered what his future was like. Chapter 1/ The RemainsThunderpaw woke up right after Sharpeye. “Today we are hunting.” ,said Sharpclaw. “We will wait for Lightningclaw to wake; he is the youngest of you too, right?” “Yes.” Thunderpaw replied. As soon as Lightningclaw awoke, he lapped up water and some warm chamomile syrup that Sharpeye made. “Let us go now, before sun-time.” Sharpeye said willingly. Sharpeye appeared out of the den first- then Thunderpaw, and last- Lightningclaw. They immediately saw a deer. All three pounced at once. The deer struggled, gave up, and fell the 3 feet from the ground to his body, down. It was not as big as it looked from the angle they were at; but it was small enough for them to drag the remains to Sharpeye’s den. Thunderpaw smelled something, something strong. He could tell that Sharpeye could smell it aswell by the way her nose barely moved, While Lightningclaw was too small to understand what they smelled. They moved toward the scent until they came upon a Clan Camp. The catch was this camp was raided; the only thing left was the remains of Clan members’ bodies. “This is useless.” Sharpeye concluded. “Lets leave now. This place is bad, I can feel it.” Sharpeye knew that there was something in the woods around the clearing. She grabbed both cats and ran like the wind in a angered hurricane. She then ran to the mountainside where her den was located. She tucked the kittens in a hole she used for drying herbs. “Stay here, and be quiet until I say you can leave. If I am killed, Don’t go out on your own.” Thunderpaw could tell Sharpeye was serious, Both him and Lightningclaw nodded. The raider clan never came. So they decided to venture on; into the woods for a special herb, Red Leaf. To be continued...
