Aspiring author/using characters from a story I’m currently developing. All characters are designed by me, please do not copy into your own stories!
Aspiring author/using characters from a story I’m currently developing. All characters are designed by me, please do not copy into your own stories!
The Seven Sisters, a group of highly skilled females who’ve come together to stop some of biggest crimes in the land. The team currently consists of:
Ruri Riko- The leader
Roxi Riko- The dancer (and Ruri’s younger sister)
Quintessa Carpenter- The costume designer
Emerald Elrod- The scientist
Lexa Fox- The actress/The double agent
Jude Amor- The ex-assassin
The seventh member was Nixie Caddel...
What if,
I don’t want to be the queen,
The fairest of the land.
What if I don’t want that?
Have they ever thought about that?
What if,
I want to live out my teenage years,
Without the fear of suddenly being summoned to the throne.
What if I just want to be normal?
Have they ever thought about that?
What if,
I want to go to Tesco’s by myself,
Without somebody watching over my shoulder,
Just in ca...
“Stop!” Dior explodes into the room, clutching an opened letter in her hand.
“What do you mean, stop?”
“JUST STOP EVERYTHING! Ok... we can’t go through with this, with any of it!” Dior’s skin flushed red; she was like a firework ready to explode. Her team wore blank and confused expression.
“Why, Roid? Change of heart?” Someone sniggered in the background. Dior did not react, instead she simply op...
At first glance, Snow is the most beautiful thing, isn’t it? It dances in the daylight as it dazzles from the sky and coats the world around us in ivory glitter. In the city that, the night before, was crammed with stressful commuters and expensive cars, is now a city full of optimism and new adventures. Isn’t that wonderful? The city had become a blank canvas for these exhausted beings to unleash...
“Who the hell are you!” Fifer screams to the princess, pushing her up against the wall, her backpack falling to the ground, Fifer not having a clue who they were speaking too.
“You don’t know who I am?” A startled Snow responds. She was surprised; did this stranger really not know who she was?
“Am I supposed too?” Fifer growls. They are trying to intimidate her, but they can tell by her glass eyes...
October 15th, 2037, 19:37pm.
I don’t want to be a princess, nor a queen. That might be my title but I don’t want that to define me. Of course, I want to continue the legacy of my late mother and my father, the current king. But each day I live in fear that it might be my last day of freedom.
15/10/2037
Imagine your parents getting divorced and then your mum just happens to marry the King. The bl...
We had to escape our home to come here. Me and my horse, Shadow. Nobody agreed or allowed me to come to this waterfall. “Have you not heard the curse?” They would say.
See way back in the 90s, there was and old curse that circled around, about this waterfall:
Don't go chasing waterfalls
Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you're used to.
Nobody knew what would happen if you visited th...
“I think I just met the happiest person in the world!” I gasp, leaning back in my chair. My eyes are fixed on the events unfolding on the other side of the funny mirror.
In the interrogation room, a tall man slouches on his chair, one leg up on the table. He’s black hair fallen in front of his eyes, and his hands beaten and bruised. Yet he was so calm, so happy to be questioned by my colleague, D...
The sunlight beamed on his freckled face.
His diamond eyes,
His delicate hands,
Cradled his mobile as he scrolls.
Gazing at his social media,
The highlight reels.
A soft chuckle as he reads comments left on his last post,
He was paralysed with happiness.
The sunlight burned onto her pale skin.
Her dark eyes,
Her damaged hands,
Clutched her mobile.
Glaring at her social media,
The empty screen.
A ...
The Elizabethan manor was the ultimate tourist attraction. The haunted manor was owned by my great uncle… who I don’t actually know, and I am sure he doesn’t know me ether. My mum even named me Elizabeth, just because of the popularity and success of the manor.
Why is it so popular, you may be asking? Well this manor was built during the Renaissance, and apparently the ghosts of some of the most...