I may not be perfect, nobody is, and I’m not that great at adapting to new writing styles. Also, I apologize for the change in the POV of my story The Rod Spinners. It was an accident. The Rod spinners was a trashed book idea btw.
I may not be perfect, nobody is, and I’m not that great at adapting to new writing styles. Also, I apologize for the change in the POV of my story The Rod Spinners. It was an accident. The Rod spinners was a trashed book idea btw.
“Lilac, please come up here, we need a subject for the demonstration,” her instructor told her, “Now class pay attention. I have no idea how she got into this class but a section of this girl’s brain has incapacitated the rest of it from functioning properly. This type of condition is not normally permitted in this room, but now we have a test subject.”
The whole class oooh-ed and ahhhh-ed at Lila...
Ohhh now I’m in huge trouble. I built something to make life more interesting for me by bringing my characters to life but it’s turned into a hunger games of sorts. In my rush to finally have a new friend I forgot that most of what I wrote was murder and horror stories. I had tried to get out of the room but the lock was stuck. The most problematic person for me is probably a character that has sp...
Please don’t cry my love, it’s not so bad. We will see each other again, I promise. Even as you hear my heart beat for the last time, or see my chest fall for the last time, please move on. Even if it takes many years, I will find you my love. Live your life every day as you would, though it will be without me. I will say goodbye, we all will. I will say hello to your mother for you. I will see he...
I looked at my sister through the thick glass windows of her small hospital room.
It was the year 3035, and the virus we had thought was long lost to history had returned, slowly creeping its way through the world again, like the way a vine creeps its way up the side of a house, thickening as it goes. The only thing that was different was that now, there were a select few people born with a speci...
Aroa wanted magic to help her sister, Clarisa. She was very ill and was probably going to die. Instead of taking her to a doctor, Aroa struck up a deal.
There were rod spinners, what those in her village called magicians, who lived very close by to my family’s small home. One day Aroa went to them to ask if they could heal Clarisa and they told her no, they would not. She begged and pleaded with ...
My favorite sound is the sound of rain on a piece of tin. You can just sit and feel the vibrations of each drop, and even if you can’t hear it you know it’s there. The small bounce the drops make when they hit the metal surface, and the cold air you can feel makes you know it’s there. This is rain. You don’t need to hear it with your ears to really hear it....
“...And our girl tribute is...” There was a suspenseful pause as they were announcing the girl tribute for District 8, “Ashleen!” The lump onto my throat rose even higher at the sound of my name. I stepped up slowly to the front. I was only 13, and had 16 little pieces of paper with my name on them in the little glass dome.
My parents had waited until we were home to cry. My twin brother was chos...
“Kill me? Why would you want to kill me?” you say, “Let’s talk about this for a little while shall we?”
“You just want to stall your death, you can’t escape,”
“That may be true, but let’s talk about why we are here. Why am I here? Have you heard?”
“No?” He says looking confused now wondering what you did. It was a prison cell after all.
“I used to kill people like you,” You know it’s a lie, but ...