Wednesday, 26 October 2011

Hey guys :)

I know no one will read this. Wanna know why? Because I don't really post anything any more. So nobody checks up on poor, lonely, loony Lunar. But I wanted to make this post anyway. Just to update my blog.

I wanted to start by informing you on one of the weirdest questions anyone has asked me. At least, I think it is. Actually, I probably have been asked stranger, but I forgot the questions. Or, you know, actually blocked them from my conscious thoughts as they were so strange. The question? I hear you cry from the dull screens of your laptops and computers, where you procrastinate your life away.
Do you moisturise your arms?

Seriously? Do I look (or sound, rather) like I moisturise my arms? Does anybody moisturise their arms? I was asked this peculiar question as I was being towed to the hoops for netball.
"Your arms are so soft. Do you moisturise them?" I was asked by my friend. My arms.
And the answer to the question?

My school sends letters home to your parents if you're extra good. At the start of the year, you'll get quite a lot. Towards the end of the year, at least in my class, it's pretty rare.
"Emma," my real name for anybody who doesn't know, "you got a letter from Mrs Doyle. Who's she?"
"PE teacher."

"PE? ...Are you joking?"
Supportive, much? OK, PE is not my best subject. Which only makes it more ironic that I go to a Specialist Sports College. However, 83.33% (Maths is one of my better subjects) of my classmates are bloodthirsty wolves. They prey on marshmallows like me. And I'm helpful. So yes, I got a praise home.

Sticking to a school theme, I have possibly two exams on the 9th of November. I haven't checked my timetable yet, but this means I miss either two hours of triple PE and both music lessons, or vice versa. If I miss both of my music lessons, then I'll miss the woman coming in to teach my music class how to use the software for the computer. Apparently she looks like River Song, so I do hope I meet her. One of the exams is Maths. It's a resit, but I got an A* on the original, but if I do better I can 'pull my second grade to an A* as well'. I hope I meet River Song though.
I don't have three hands to play my composition.

It's coming up to my one year anniversary on blogger. If you look on my profile page, it'll say October 2010. Technically this is correct. However it was 11 p.m. on October 31st, I made a short post, was kicked of the Internet and returned the next day to post a comment on Derek's blog, which was the only reason I originally made this account. Am I supposed to thank everyone for all their support and hospitality and kindness they showed in welcoming me to blogger at this point? I'm not really the type. But... um... thanks, everyone.

Picture time!

I went to the cinema today. I wanted to go see the Lion King in 3D, but SOMEONE (yes, that's YOU, mother) wanted to see The Adventures of Tintin: The Secret of the Unicorn. Like I said before, I'm a marshmallow. I'm going to be honest and say I thought there would be an actual unicorn in the animation. There isn't. Once I realised this, and got over the initial disappointment, it was a very good film. Simon Pegg voiced the Thompson twins, who I thought were very funny.

I just checked the rule for whom and who.

I'll let you go back to your lives now.

Monday, 26 September 2011

What Makes Me Alive?

Just a poem I wrote in ten minutes.

What is it, exactly,
That makes me alive?

My heart?
That beats to a thousand drums,
Pounding and throbbing,
Aching and breaking,
To a steady rhythm

My brain?
With memories of torment,
Knowledge of loss,
Loose wild imaginings,
Replaying on a broken tape

My eyes?
Mirrors to the soul,
To watch the death,
Of a thousand innocents,
Images never forgotten

My mouth?
Filled with a swallowed tongue,
And pearly whites,
Moving to voice,
An understated opinion

For I sit in my room,
Locked and isolated,
Trapped, taken, tousled,
I ask, what makes me alive?

I do not ask,
A scientist.
Nor do I ask,
A priest.
I ask,
The person who knows me.
Me, myself, my mind.

What is it that makes me alive?
But who is that one that knows me?

Sunday, 31 July 2011

Finding Sky by Joss Stirling

Being the consistant reader that I am, I have read a lot of books. In the past year or so, most of these books have been a similar genre. The dark, Gothic romance genre. Finding Sky, written by Joss Stirling, was one of my most recent and unusual finds. Walking through the shelves of my local Waterstones, I discovered the book nestled in between other books which I failed to buy, sadly. One of the factors that attracted me to Finding Sky was the cover of the book. Now, I know that I shouldn't judge a book by its cover, and I didn't! Turning over to find the blurb, I realized it was exactly what I liked in these books: a romance more dangerous than anyone can imagine. So after I walked out of the shop, Waterstones bag in hand, I got started reading straight away. And couldn't stop.
   It took every ounce of willpower I had to pull away from the book just to eat and drink. Thankfully, I was reading in the summer holidays, so sleeping wasn't in the planning book for six weeks. The author and storyline had me gripped to the book-- it was like the main character, Sky Bright, five foot and one debatable inch of conflict and confusion, had reached out and held me by the throat, never letting me leave the story unfinished for more than an hour. The other characters had me in fits of emotion, too. Once again, a book that had me laughing so hard my parents worried for my mental health. Seriously. This book has a bad boy that you don't forget. Troubled, mysterious, arrogant but underneath it all, secretly sweet and gentle. That, and the fact that he has six brothers, each of whom are hoping for their true love, their literal Other Half, their Soulfinder.
   I'm trying desperately not to give much away, but it's so hard! Sky is a London girl, recently moved to Colorado, America. Joss Stirling, fantastic author of this book, visited some of the destinations in which this book is set. So I'm guessing some of the reactions to English Sky come from her own experiences. That's what I'm guessing, in any case. At one point, Sky is told to "stop being so damn British about it!" I found this hilarious, for some reason.
   Sky has a gap in her memory from what happened until she was six. All that she knows is that it was a tragic time for her. Sally and Simon, her adoption parents, move to the town of Wrickenridge, a ski-crazy part of Colorado, where she so happens to meet Zed. God-like creature? Wolfman? Soulfinder? Some traumatic things take place around Sky, not least having her mind completely messed up, all because of a secret she all but forgot. She's a savant. I'll leave it up to you to work out what this means for her. (Hint: Google).
   After I had finished Finding Sky, and its sneak preview of Stealing Phoenix, I rushed to the internet for more information. Stealing Phoenix will be about one of Zed's brothers', Yves Benedict, and his story of his Soulfinder. Yves is one of my favourite brothers, next to Xavier, and he is also a favourite of one of Sky's friends, Zoe. I wonder what her reaction will be when Yves introduces her to his Soulfinder... Also on the internet, I found a competition for an early proof version of Stealing Phoenix, so I decided to enter... This is my entry. The competition asks for a review of Finding Sky, and the best three wins! I have my fingers crossed, but I know there will be amazing reviewers out there, so I won't get overexcited. Stealing Phoenix is published in September, which is just over two months away! Personally, I can't wait, and apparently neither can the many other fans that have commented on Joss's website.
   Whatever happens, I thoroughly enjoyed Finding Sky, and highly recommend it to anyone who enjoys a fast-paced, thrilling, romantic read. I give this book five stars, mainly because it is not like the other books in this genre, although I have to admit it fits into more genre than one. Here is the part of the review where I tell you to replace popular books like Twilight or the House of Night series with this book, like I have seen done by famous reviewers. But with a book like Finding Sky... You just can't compare it with those books; it's too unique.

- Emma, aka Lunar Tears

Monday, 13 June 2011

In this blog post, is a fairy. And it's pretty damn awesome.

Hello fellow bloggers! In this post I shall post pictures I have long wanted to show you.

Most of the pictures I planned to show you went dodgy with the scanning part, so I had to have replacements.

This is the most recent thing I've drawn, not coloured in yet.

I quite like this one. Just a manga girl I was fond of.

And now you have to guess who this is! In my defence, the nose does not look this bad in person. However, her eyes do look as creepy. But I still think I got her gormless expression just right.

Goofy teeth and big nose! XD
And now a random Emily the Strange picture:
Tilt your head, sorry.
This manga drawing was in colour, and I did really like it, but my scanner doesn't recognise the colour, so it is just in black and white. :(
And the head is chopped off
And now for the fairy! This is probably my favourite birthday card ever. My friend drew this. Her taken name is Magenta, so I'll call her that. She knows how amazing she is at art, but she's too modest to admit it! Which is very frustrating for me. The picture is supposed to be what I would look like if I were a fairy:

On the computer, it doesn't really show how amazing it is, but there it is. It is pretty accurate, only I'm not as pretty. Any comments I could pass on to her would be appreciated.

And now I've had a breakthrough in history homework, so you might not see much of me...

Tuesday, 10 May 2011

Today, is a special day

Today, is a VERY special day

Ok, not really. But I have been haven arguments over whether an octopus is 'puffy' or 'fat'. It was fat, by the way. Definitely fat. Also debates over whether I have a nose, but that's for another day.

71 years ago Winston Churchill took over as prime minister from whoever was in charge before that. Someone who knows their history, please remind me of his name (just kidding). Said to be Britain's best prime minister, he had a desk built over his bed so he coul work in his sleep. It was also rumoured to be an alcoholic, but if anything he was a role model!

That, however, is NOT why today is a special day.

It is my friend's birthday! Well, there's two, so say happy birthday!

That is also not why today is special.

Tomorrow is my birthday! Yey!! 14! Woo!

Not special either.
Today is special BECAUSE...

Drum roll, please.

*drum roll plays*

I just wanted to post for any random reason. Hi everyone!

Monday, 2 May 2011

Kil Me. Kill Me Now.

I am crying inside right now. I had the first part of a fanfic to show you, that I have been working on all week, and as I'm finally ready to post it , it deletes. And I can't get it back.

Kill me. Kill me now.

AND I have to go back to school tomorrow. This day just gets worse. And it has barely begun.


Anyway, I hate an all-bad post, so enjoy this picture:

Oh, I can't post pictures on my iPod. Well that sucks.

Sunday, 24 April 2011

Random Vampire Thing

I'm hoping this gets posted. My last attempt had 'errors'. I was tired in my room, so I wrote this. It might not be very good, but… it's something I haven't tried before, so it's OK for me first attempt.

My name is Lunar Tears. At least, that's what I like to be called. It's my name now. My vampire name.
Vampire is just a terminology, though. I didn't want to be a vampire. I usually just say I'm immortal. But immortality comes at a price. And this is mine.
I had a friend. She experimented in science a lot. Not a great deal to say about her, the human memories fade away after time. But there is one memory a vampire will never forget, how they became a vampire. Everyone has a different way of becoming a vampire. They anger the Higher Power, something some may call God, in which they commit an act that is unnatural and going against His ways. The act must be unforgivable. Unforgettable, in our case. I can sense you asking what I did, in your mind, at the back of your head, a question gently gnawing away at your mind, even if you don't know it yet. 
I was just like you once. Well, not really. I was probably more educated. Richer. Stranger. But most of all, I had a desire for something more. Something different to the same routine, same house; same people. I wanted an adventure, I wanted power.
The friend I spoke about earlier gave a possible solution to this. She'd been reading some damned books and thought she'd figured out how to make the Elixir of Life. She wanted to test it out on me. I should have said no right then. But I was desperate. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Or something like that.
Anyway, Ali (her name, back then) made the Elixir. It took her three months to perfect, and exactly that amount of time for me to build up the courage.
The Elixir itself was a lilac colour. It soothed me, as lilac has always been my favourite colour, and it wasn't a sickly green or a puke-like yellow. It swirled around in the small tube it was contained in. It had a smooth texture, but when Ali poured it into a round glass, an inherited antique she kept a watchful eye on, it bubbled and fizzed and hissed at us. I reached my shaky hand out and kept a loose grip on the curse that was in that glass. I touched it to my lips, and took a small sip. It burned my tongue, but I forced more down my pleading throat. After I emptied the glass, I doubled over in coughing fits. That was when I saw the Light.
If I'm being completely honest with you, I thought I'd died. Who knows what Ali put in that damned mixture of hers? I trusted her with my life. And that is exactly what I lost.
The Light was God's messenger. Not exactly what you hear in the Christian Bible or the Torach. It told me I had committed an act that was unforgivable, that only Satan would redeem my sins. Bending the rules of life made me what I am. I didn't want to join the devil. There was only one other option for me. The Light also whispered me a secret. But you'll have to torture me a bit more for that.
So nobody bit me. No vampire seeked me out join them for eternity. No tragic love story. Just a tragic tale, of a girl with no direction choosing the wrong trail.
How old am I? Has your mother never told you it is rude to ask a woman her age? I suppose it makes a fair point I'm not technically a woman, but I am female and I do age. Fine, I'll say. The average woman lives to the age of eighty in this country. Multiply that by three, then add two, then divide that number by one-point-three-three-three-two. Then you might get a slight idea as to how old I am.
I forget that human minds aren't as sharp, but that's what all these years do to you...
I can't say what my powers are. The Higher Council will kill me. Oh, there are ways I can die. Of course, I won't tell you, but vampires make enemies of other vampires. So we naturally need ways to kill each other. That's what I've heard, anyway. I've only met one other vampire. A dying race, you see. More people are... Good, now, I guess you would say. Even with less people having faith in religion, they have morals. A surprise, as you can guess. 
Oh, you were asking me about the Higher Council. I forgot. Purely accidental, as I'm sure you'll believe. The Higher Council are exactly as they sound. A leadership of the oldest vampires history knows. Napoleon was a vamp. The Higher Council killed him in the end though, he was about to be exposed. His death was covered up with that cancer story. I have never met a member of the Higher Council, so don't bother asking. As far as I know, they're a legend, possibly invented by Edward or whoever he talked to. Edward is the vampire I've met. And sorry to disappoint any deranged Twilight fan girls out there, but Edward was a popular name in those times, so no, it was not Edward Cullen. I almost killed Edward… but  chose not to. I keep in contact with him sometimes, but not how you would expect. If you want to know about Edward, then all you need to know is that he's reckless. Oh, and for you humans, he drinks a hell of a lot of blood. I'm surprised he doesn't drown in it. Sometimes I wish he would…
I drink blood too, but not nearly as much. I have donors, and we have a schedule as to which one I drink from. They each want something in return, it differs for each person. Like Mike, he only wants a fulfilment in life. His mother never loved him, it touches my cold, unbeating heart. Or Liam, he needs dates for certain events he gets invited to in his high-society life.
Oh yes, every prey, I mean donor, is male. There is no dignity otherwise. You must lure them to give you blood, how else can you trust them? Us vampires have charm, and are indefinitely more beautiful than humans. Don't act like you have not been affected, Mr Stanley, remember I can read your mind. We have that affect on everyone, sometimes even each other…
The richer the catch, the better life, the sweeter the blood. It should have been Liam's turn tonight… oh, why can't he visit? And Mike shall be worrying, who knows what his mother has said this time?! Please Mr Stanley... John? Please? John…?
You're starving me, John. And I don't like it.

John Stanley stopped the recording and looked at the drained vampire in front of him. Her emerald green eyes glared at him, the same way they'd done for the past week, when they first captured and deprived her. The torturing methods had little impact on her, but she was weak. That recording was the first and only time she had cracked. But they needed more.
"That is very useful information you have given us, Lunar. But I'm afraid we need more."
Lunar's glare turned more vicious, and she snarled at Stanley.
"More? You want more? The full vampire history? It lasts all eternity! I live that long, but you don't." Lunar snapped her mouth shut, her eyes never leaving her torturer.
"It's not too much the history that we're interested in, Lunar, it's the future."
"I'll never say!" Lunar shrieked.
"Ah, but at least now we know you know something."
Lunar leaned back in her uncomfortable metal seat.
"Have I ever told you how vampires contact each other, Stanley? Hmm? They send out a psychic signal, that passes from one vampires mind, charges through the air, and to the other vampires mind."
"Thank you for that Lunar, but that's really not--"
"You think I told you that for your little plans?" Lunar interrupted, a chain of laughter coming from her lips. "No, Stanley, I just thought you would want an explanation."
From behind Lunar, bricks from the wall exploded inwards. A fog came in from the hallway, and a figure dressed all in black stepped in.  Lunar craned her neck around to see. A reassured smile crept upon her face when she saw the figure.
"Sorry Stanley, but I have other plans."
In a blur, the figure was beside Stanley and a pool of blood was flowing from Stanley's snapped neck and then decapitation.
"It'a about time," Lunar remarked, eyeing the blood tormenting her.
The figure strode behind Lunar, dropped down leaning on one knee, and whispered in her ear, his shaggy dark hair a similar shade to her own tickling the back of her neck.
"Qu'ont-ils fait pour vous, mon petit?" He spoke in a French accent.
"Été en France ces derniers temps, nous avons?" Lunar asked.
"Non! Belgique, en fait."
"Awww, can we stop now? You know I failed at French," Lunar whined.
Edward pulled at the restraints around Lunar's ankles and wrists and they tumbled off her. Lunar leaned her head against Edward's shoulder.
"Thank you," she whispered. Edward patted Lunar's head gently as the first tear Lunar shed for over one hundred years, rolled down her cheek.

Eventually, Lunar rose from her chair.
"I need blood," she exclaimed.
"You don't want Stanley here?"
"No, he'll be stale by now."
"It is such a waste of blood…" Edward desirably gasped.
"Well, you drink him then."
"No no, let's just go."
"Only if you're sure..." Lunar teased.
"Yes, I'm-- Oh wait," Edward opened the cassette player and removed the tape player  from inside. He tapped it while pacing past Lunar, paused, and asked, "Vampires have the affect on one another, do they?" He raised one of eyebrows and cocked his head to the  side.
"I can read your mind, Edward," she explained as she was passing him. "What did you think my Power was?"
"You control the elements," Edward replied.
"Oh. Yes. What can I say?" She gently spoke in his ear, "I may be damned, but I'm blessed."

Thursday, 21 April 2011

My computer isn't working… Again.

My computer won't log on. So I'm on my iPod. I'm also really annoyed. So I'm in a bad mood.

Wednesday, 13 April 2011

That was weird...

... I seriously can't remember typing that last post... Okay...

What I really wanted to show to you yesterday was this:

I don't know if I'm the only person who finds this funny... Let me know :)

Tuesday, 12 April 2011


The internet has been returned to me! Oh, computer, how I missed you.... Just never go away again, deal?

Fanfic will be continued shortly.

Everyone say happy birthday to my friend who writes Latin in her sleep! (Lol, jk it's tomorrow ;))

I'm having a maths-meltdown. Bare with me.

Also... What did I want to say...? Oh! 9x - 7i > 3(3x - 7u) (You've probably already seen it, but oh well!)

Um... Yeah...


Saturday, 2 April 2011


Hi! So this is a new post letting you know how I am! I tried to post a few days ago, but literally, my finger was less than a centimetre from the "Publish Post" button, when my iPod died.

FOR ONE THING: I've had writers block. That's why I haven't posted any fanfic. Even though I think I'm over it now, the next part is extremely short. In which case, I have decided to extend the short parts with something I like to call "The Lost Chapters". These chapters have Hellboy as the main character, and is basically a duel storyline. The first Lost Chapter is kinda predictable, and unimaginative, but they'll get better... Yeah... I'm pretty sure of that...

AND ANOTHER THING: I was at a sleepover last night. Sleepovers with my friends? Never a good idea. One of my friends (that recently moved to North Yorkshire) said that at night, she's been writing Latin words in her sleep. This proved to be true, when she started randomly writing words with her fingers. Then we gave her a pen. The first ENGLISH word she wrote was 'regret', followed by 'sorry'. Then, translated from Latin to English, she wrote, "full moon", "I'm sorry" and "soul stealer". After that, one of my other friends started talking to her in her dreams. This did not help the eerie feel of the night, when she said, "On April 18th, the Soul Stealer will rise."

ANYWAY, what are people's favourite films? I'm interested :)

Thursday, 17 March 2011

Pretty Flower...

So... I was reading a book. As usual. But one of the characters was obsessed with finding a pure black rose. So I googled it. As usual. And I found a black and white photograph of a rose. It was so pretty... I had to draw it. The petals are out of proportion, but I figured I might as well share it. Although its quite hard to see. So here it is:

Tilt your head right for it to be the right way... (I don't know how to put it the right!)

Tuesday, 8 March 2011

Practice Chapter

This is just a practice for my fan fic. I was going to include some of you in this, but I only planned on mentioning a bad-guy. Tips much appreciated, thanks. :)

"Had a nice meal?"
   I whirled round, surprised by the familiar voice in my mother's house. I put down the plates that held the leftovers of our lunch on the counter, before I held my hands loosely behind my back. I gave my best mischievous smile, with my menacing green eyes. Slowly, I strode in an arc around him, taking each step with precisioned care. I knew what this would lead to, but if I could just put it off... Dear Mother was still home.
"I'm surprised you're here," I purred, getting closer to the intruder. "You were always so subtle... Everything always a riddle."
Caelan kept his black eyes on each movement I made. Scrutinizing every word, every step.
"Things have changed," he said. His voice was a block of ice, and I felt the shock as it cut through me. A shiver ran gleefully down my spine, but I merely bowed my head to him, my eyes still alert.
"Of course," I replied, "I would be a fool to think they hadn't." I meant to say the words light-hearted, but I realised how serious they sounded. Something was different about Caelan, but I couldn't quite place what it was...
"Fool's surround us. But you, Lunar, are not one of them." His eyes watched me again, like a predator. I restrained myself from not crouching down and curling a finger at him.
Instead, I whispered, "That's what I just said."
"Alex? What's taking so long?" My Mother's voice called from the dining room, where she innocently sat shuffling cards, whilst watching Midsummer Murders. Ironic.
I opened my mouth to respond, when I noticed a flash through Caelan's eyes. At that moment, I realised what was different about him; he'd fed recently.
   I didn't know what to do, which, being myself, didn't happen a lot.
   "Just washing up!" I called back, watching Caelan intensely.
   "Such a good girl..." I heard my mother say, then I heard her flick up the volume on the TV. I hopped onto the counter, twisting the tap on. Water rushed down the spout, and into the sink, with little whirlwinds and circular movements.
   "Such a good girl..." Caelan mimicked, with a sly smile. I started to prepare myself, disguising my movements with speech.
   "You have no idea," I murmured, knowing Caelan could clearly hear. "So, why exactly are you here?" I tucked my long hair behind my ears, while my legs swung freely.
   Caelan took a step closer to me, and leaned in. "I think you know perfectly why I'm here," he whispered.
   Goosebumps rose along my neck, and a hiss came from my mouth. "Never."
   "Very well," Caelan sighed. I sensed what he was going to do, so I bounced off the counter, landing in a crouch. His teeth were always slower than his thought process. I slammed my fist into Caelan's jaw, but he never swayed an inch.
   "Damn you," I mumbled, before lunging for the kitchen knife. I gripped it loosely with one hand. Not the best weapon, but... Better than none at all. Now, where did I keep my holy water...? Caelan's eyes gleamed in the sun. This was all a game to him. He wouldn't even have to try to win. But I needed Mother to be safe...
   "Outside," I snarled. A fleck of uncertainty crossed Caelan's eyes. What he needed was here, in this house. But he wouldn't get it. He'd have to kill me first. The problem was: He would. And will.
   I strode outside. The clouds suddenly covered the sun, trapping it in their hazy clutches. I twirled around, pleased to see Caelan had followed me outside. I curtsied, before sprinting down a bank. I glanced behind me, smiling at Caelan's confused expression. To the right, I saw what I was looking for; the well. Full of holy water. I lifted the bucket and dunked it in the endless pit. I heard the splash of water, and reeled in the bucket. Caelan would be going in the house if he thought I'd just ran away. If he thought that, he didn't know me very well. Finally, the bucket resurfaced, and I unattached the bucket from the chains.
  And then I felt his breath on my neck. Out of shock, I elbowed him in the stomach. Springing off the ground, I back flipped so I was behind him. I couldn't waste the water. I sprinkled some lightly over a layer of his skin. I jumped out the way, just as his head soared back and he roared in pain. He recovered quickly, however, and leaped off the ground. His skin was blistered, but would heal soon enough. I clicked my fingers, summoning a flame to my hand. I threw it at Caelan, and he "stopped, dropped and rolled," as they would say. I took a seat on a deck chair, where I had so many innocent childhood moments. I sipped on a lemonade I made earlier, which now tasted quite stale. I always was better at performing outside. Slowly, Caelan rose from the ground, his clothes looking as dead as the put-out flames.
  I rose my eyebrows and with a smile, I said, "Better?"
  Caelan snarled in response. I stood from my chair, and said, "Now, now, Caelan. Calm down. It's nothing personal, is it?" Another snarl. I sighed, but what should you expect from vampires?
  I lifted my hands, and snapped my palms. The air rippling, Caelan flew backwards. He lay there a second before rising again. What was wrong with him? There was no fight in him at all. As he came at me, lightening fast, I raised my boot, and... SMACK! It hit Caelan's face. Again he fell backwards. Something was wrong. It was just too easy. Mother would be waiting... Mother! Of course! How could I be so stupid?
   I sprinted back up to the house, wide-eyed as I saw the front door off its hinges. Carefully, I picked up my precious sword I'd left behind when I fought Caelan. He was merely a distraction. While someone else came for...
   I entered the front room. Mother had gone, the television split in two, cards scattered around the room. A disturbance in the air was brought to my attention. From the corner of my eye, I saw a hooded figure leave the room. Fury burning in my soul, I followed whatever-it-was out. The figure disappeared, but I was not fooled. I closed my eyes, and disappeared into the night. Leaving the wind to cover my sorrows.

Saturday, 26 February 2011

Lunar's Tears: Chapter 7

Chapter 7

I followed unwillingly across the sands. I wanted to run. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I wanted to do lots of these things, yet I was trapped. Trailing after this beast, that no one could call human. I held back the tears that threatened to escape from the corners of my eyes. Making him know I was deeply afraid I did not want to do. I looked around, trying to get used to my surroundings, and think of a way to escape. It was impossible; he was controlling me and I didn't know how. I grasped tightly to logical explanations and sanity, but there were no logical explanations. And I've never claimed to be sane. But the world was falling apart as I stood and watched...
I stopped looking around once I saw there was nothing to see. My feet were no more interesting either. Until I realised we were walking uphill. Glancing up, I saw we were heading towards a cliff. I looked west, and I saw where I had once been sitting. The rocks here were hard, and small stones pressed into my feet. I limped along, unable even to stop to rub the stones off. Threw my blurry vision, the waves looked a sickly grey from up here. There was the slightest vegetation, that pushed back away from us. My legs grew tired, and my mind grew weak. My scheming came to a sudden end. I wondered what he was going to do...
I didn't imagine this would end pleasantly. "First impressions are lasting impressions," they say. And if that's true, then I will always think this is a creepy, theatrical, sadistic man. I couldn't imagine that this man wanted to 'talk' or 'walk.' What I did imagine, however, I wished I never. I covered my eyes, helplessly, trying to block images that ran through my mind. Each image soon being pushed out by another. What would happen to me? Tension was growing, and I was breaking with it.
He lead me to a log. He sat down, and patted the space next to him. I grimaced, but obeyed. My legs ached from hiking up the cliff. I sat on the edge of the log, the furthest away I could be. The log was damp, but firm. I looked over at the sky, now a fade red. It was such a beautiful sky, that did not fit in with this scene. I closed my eyes and let my head drop back, wondering what on earth I had gotten into.
"You are young," Rupun said.
I peeked through my closed eyelids at his face. What was that supposed to mean?
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"You would have so much life ahead of you, a future with so much potential." I shuddered at the word would.
My voice shook as I spoke, betraying the confused shattered pieces inside me, "Wha- What do you want?"
His head rose a little as he laughed again. He continued to laugh for several minutes, leaving me even more confused and disgusted. Eventually, he spoke. With a mouth full of venom, as usual.
"I want a lot of things," he smiled a dangerous smile, "but most of all, I want power." He said power with an obvious and intense sense of desire. A shiver tickled down my spine.
"And how do you plan to get... Power?" I found myself asking. I twiddled my thumbs waiting. He peered at me, then slowly said,
"I kill."
I froze. My body went rigid, while my heart pounded louder than ever. My breathing went jagged. Automatically, I stood up. It was too much, too much... A beat in my ears started paying, in tune with my heart. Images flashed through my mind again. I had my head down, but slyly looked at the distance to the cliff. If I covered my ears, and ran really fast... I could make it. I would make it.
"Do you want to sit back down?" He asked; giving me a choice.
"No," I replied, positive.
"I suggest you do..." When I gave no response, he continued, "I kill for my power. That's what my magic relies on, my source."
His words sunk in, and they shocked me, though I don't know why. "Magic?"
He analysed me again. "Oh, come on... You know magic exists. There's the shine in your eyes," he leaned forward, "You believe."
I bit my bottom lip, as I realised this was true. I did. Magic existed. I could feel it. But what good was it now? Rupun was surely going to murder me. Unless I could escape... Covering my ears would slow me down. But if I sang really, really loud... But first, Rupun needed to be distracted so I could get away.
"So... You're source..." I swallowed, not really wanting to know the answer to the question I was about to ask. "How do you kill?"
He threw a smile in my direction, then looked to the right. "Many different ways... But always you- HEY!"
I ran, singing like there was no tomorrow. Not the best murderer, I thought. I didn't look back. Didn't glimpse behind me. The cliff stooped at my feet.

And without pausing, I leaped into the air.

Monday, 21 February 2011


This is the generator to create random sentences.

See what you come up with     :P

STEP 1) Birth Month

Look at what your birth month says, and that's the sentence starter

January: I ate
February: I smelled
March: I fried
April: I stabbed
May: I adopted
June: I manipulated
July: I hugged
August: I slapped
September: I poked
October: I scared
November: I massaged
December: I hypnotized

STEP 2) Birth Day

Your birth day for this part

1: Cheryl Cole
2: Justin Bieber
3: Colin Firth
4: Miley Cyrus
5: Dolly Parton
6: Mr Bean
7: Sherlock Homes
8: Harry Potter
9: Woody
10: David Cameron
11: Edward Cullen
12: The Queen
13: Lady Gaga
14: Wayne Rooney
15: Nicole Kidman
16: Stephen Fry
17: Prince Charles of Wales
18: Ant & Dec
19: Simon Cowell
20: Anne Hathaway
21: Frank Lampard
22: Victoria Beckham
23: Amy Winehouse
24: David Tennant
25: Damon Salvatore
26: Peter Kay
27: Ben Stiller
28: Homer Simpson
29: Johnny Depp
30: Leonardo DiCaprio
31: Derek Landy

STEP 3) The First Letter From Your First Name

Because I'm Evil

Because I love it

Because I'm Awesome

Because I was Hungry

So what did you get? I have: I adopted Edward Cullen, because I'm evil.

Monday, 14 February 2011

The Other Four Poems For Valentines Day

Here's the other five poems for Valentines! Enjoy, but beware of some essence of cheese ;)

Love is like chocolate,
Addictive and tasty.

Love is like an angel,
Beautiful and pure.

Love is like glass,
Fragile and splendid.

Love is like oil,
Craved for and rare.

But chocolate melts,
The angel sins,
The glass breaks,
The oil burns...

Love surprises you,
Not always good,
But for all the bad,
The best is worth it.

The night is wasted,
I cannot see you.
See the face I fell in love with,
Many a time ago.

You hide from me,
Do I frighten you?
Do tell, oh Sweet,
Your voice no longer lingers.

You do not care for me?
Anymore, dear.
But I beg to differ,
Lonely light.

Do you still dream of me?
I bet you do.
You cannot keep secrets,
In this town.

My eyes were burned,
When I saw that look.
But underneath everything,
I see the candor.

Wise words,
Whispered through the trees.
I heard somewhere before,
In a forgotten memory.

Nothing else matters,
When it comes to the truth.
Everything pales,
Becomes distant.

It will shine on you,
The truth.
You love me,
You always have.

And you hate,
That after all this,
You still feel the same,
Every breath, every love.

I see you sleeping,
My darling.
While the moon wishes,
It was in my place,
To watch you.

Your body is next to me,
Under the covers,
Lies a treasure,
That belongs only to me.

Closed eyes,
Open thoughts.
I read your mind,
And see you dream,
Of nothing but me.

Oh darling,
I dream of you too.
Dream we were alone,

It is forbidden,
I am yours,
We belong.

They can hunt us,
Track us.
They will drag us,
But we will never forfeit.

This moment,
Could be all we have.
I shall cherish,
Every minute,
With you.

No matter what happens,
My darling.
Know life,
Know love,
Know me.

I sent you a rose,
To reflect my devotion.

I sent you two doves,
To show my new found peace.

I sent you a ring,
To show my commitment.

I sent you the necklace,
To show my gestures.

I sent you my heart...
Because you're my Valentine.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Look at my heart,
It's only for you.

Have everything I own,
Just so you can see,
How much I love you.

I'll rip everything down,
Strip it all bare,
So you will love me.

Though we have been apart,
I think of you every minute,
And every second in between.

The last one is short, I know. HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!

Wednesday, 9 February 2011

5 Love Poems With No Titles

I'm writing a love poem each day until February 14th. Just to improve how I write love poems (which is pretty poor). Anyway, here's the first:

Look into your eyes,
Though they are now closed,
Look into your soul,
Although it is locked away.

Kiss your gentle lips,
Though they're set into a frown,
Cuddle your smooth body,
Though it's curled into a ball.

Stroke your porcelain skin,
Though you turn your head,
Stroke your silky hair,
Though you take it back.

Live on your company,
Though you cut off my supplies,
Die for you each time,
And you bring me back to life.

I love you,
I do.
I cannot describe in words,
However much I try.

So starve me,
My dear,
Cut through my skin,
And let the blood run.

Know my heart beats,
But only for you,
Know I survive,
But only for you.

I have knowledge,
My dear,
That you love me too,
For eternity.

Deny it.
I expect it all.
For I know you too well.

Open your heart,
My dear,
Find my home,
My heaven.

In time,
You will see,
How our future,
Is set.

'Tis written.

Sunday, 6 February 2011

Lunar's Tears: Chapter 6

Chapter 6

The beach sand was a peachy yellow, as it stuck to my feet. The wind whipped my hair in different directions, while the sun broke through the  imprisoning clouds. It made my pale skin glow slightly, before the clouds blocked the sun again. I sat on one of the deserted craggy rocks and took in one salty breath after another. The sea was incredibly blue today, and collided against the cliffs opposite. The memories of past times enveloped me. Of running away from a younger brother, of building sandcastles that crumpled easily, of laughing as I was thrown into the deep ocean waves... Of times when I was carefree, happy, on such a peaceful beach.
   I reached a faint hand to my forehead as a headache suddenly passed over me. It was so fierce and strong, I collapsed to the ground. I moaned, as a shadow passed over my body. It stood there still, as this pain that was too brutal to be called a 'headache' had me writhing in pain.
   I heard the shadow's deep commanding voice, as it said, "Alexandra, stand up."
Before I knew it, my legs were lifting me up, and the pain was fading. I had my eyes on the ground so it said, "Look at me, Alexandra."
   My eyes reluctantly narrowed on his face. He had crinkly skin, especially around his flat grey eyes. His mouth was set in a frown, which made him looked older than he probably was-- which was probably quite young. His greasy blond hair slid back behind his ears, and glinted in the sun as he cocked his head. I grimaced, and attempted to look away-- But couldn't. My eyes were stuck repeating the same patterns of sight. The man sighed, and slowly held his arm out.
   "Alex, my name is Rupin. I want to take a walk with you. What do you say?" A shine lightened his eyes as he spoke, which made me feel slightly sick.
   My parents always told me never to talk to strangers. But even if I ignored such advice, I would never 'take a walk' with this man.
I opened my mouth as if I was going to reasonably answer, but then opened it even wider and let out a deafening screech. He covered his ears, which I took to advantage and sprinted away. I leaped over some stray rocks before I heard his demanding voice again, "STOP!"
   Again, I couldn't disobey. I gave a little grunt of frustration as my legs slowed to a stop. His cold hands curled around my arm and pulled me back.
   I felt his breath on my neck when he whispered, "Now, now, Alexandra. Calm down. There's nothing to be afraid of," He said this before a bellowing laugh escaped from his lips. I cringed away from him, and my plan evaporated again as he said, "And don't scream."
   I shuddered, as he dragged me across the stretch of the beach, away from any sign of civilisation.

Thursday, 3 February 2011

Wednesday, 2 February 2011

Surprise! Kallista Pendragon

Surprise, Kallista! I drew you!

This is why I asked you those questions about your clothes. :)

The computer and scanner show all the brush marks from colouring in, but I think this is OK, for one of my first attempts at manga. I also ran out of space for your feet, so they're cut off. Whoops.
I just felt like drawing you, hope you don't mind!



Sunday, 30 January 2011

Lunar's Tears: Chapter 5

Chapter 5

I walked to school with my head down. I kept my eyes to the ground, and generally avoided people. My eyes were so focused on my feet, and my mind so lost in outrageous thoughts, that I hadn't realised someone was having a conversation with me until they tapped me on the shoulder.
"Hello? Is anyone in there? Did you even hear about the Dylan-Lisa situation..."
Oh, it was only a Blabber. No one I actually wanted to listen to. But then, I didn't want to listen to anyone. I started walking faster, hoping the Blabber would take a hint and blab to some other moronic girl who possibly cared. I was not in the mood. But again, I was never in the mood for those conversations. Oh, maybe that's why no one likes me...
But those young, normal, teenage thoughts no longer haunted my mind. I was preoccupied by last night's dream. It was insane to think that people could invade your dreams... But something told me you could... And then, what was that about magic? Could it be possible I really had magic? Or that magic even exists? Tom would be at school today. However, he would probably be the same lifeless, dull person he always was at school... Not like in the dream... Why did everything have to be so complicated? My eyes noticed the pattern of the school entrance, which meant I was nearly there. I cautiously glanced up, to see if I was about to bump into a lamppost or sign, saying something obvious like 'Do Not Smoke Here.'
       A teacher crept up on me and sang in their annoying whiny voices, 
"Where are you going?"
I looked around. Lots of people were walking in the same direction, so I wasn't late or going the wrong way. I hated it when they said that. I was tempted to say, "Where do you think I'm going?" but decided against it. Instead, I settled for, 
"To school."
The teacher's eyes narrowed like I'd offended her and her wrinkly lips pursed. Her high voice got colder and her flat black eyes scrutinized my face as she said, "You can't go that way."
I looked around in confusion at the other one-hundred people walking in that direction. "I don't understand."
She pointed to my stripy yellow and green tie, and then at red and green ties of the other people. "Year 7's this way. You need to go that way." She turned to point at some dust covered gates at the other side of the school.
"But that's going to take too long to walk!" I said. Which wasn't necessarily true, but I was too tired.
        "Tough," The old crone snarled.
This time, I didn't resist the glare. I just glared. She glared back. Eventually, she looked away, at her watch. "You'd better hurry," she taunted, "Wouldn't want to be late."
I turned my back on her and continued in the direction I was going in before the old crone interrupted.
"Hey! You can't go that way!" She called at me. There was a distinct clip-clop of high heels, and her bony fingers were on my arm. "Go that way! Now!" I was about to deny her again, when another voice came from behind me.
"What's happening, Miss?" A student. Probably Year 7 by the attitude and 'location'.
"Nothing, Tom, keep walking," the teacher snapped. I froze for a second, thinking Tom...?
I glanced behind me, and there he was. Tom. With dark circles under my eyes similar to my own. Releasing my arms from her grip, I began to run to where she'd pointed before. I felt stupid for running from the Year 7, not the teacher, but there was something deeply unsettling about him. 
And it wasn't that his eyes stayed on me as I sprinted all the way around school.

My mind had been lost in thought all morning. I couldn't-- and didn't try to-- pay any attention to the teachers. I was clumsy all the time; tripping myself and other people over, knocking into walls, eating wrappers... Not a normal day. Not that I have normal days, though. It was lunchtime, and the regular slime was being served. So I got out my trusty lunch-box from my bag, and sat down at a table. I started thinking what I'd been thinking about all morning, which was just one topic and I never came to any conclusion. Magic.
"Can I sit here?" A voice asked. It seemed familiar to me, but I just cleared my things and said,
I felt his eyes on me as I ate. He never ate anything himself, just seemed to be watching me. This made me self-conscious. I slowly looked up to the boy, then my breath caught in my throat and came out as a heavy sigh.
"Hello," I said coldly.
"Hi!" He said, oblivious to my mood. I looked back out of the windows, whilst picking up my things for I was finished. I spotted Jason ahead, and began to walk towards him, when Tom said, "Alex, I need to talk to you." I paused, his voice took a mature, serious edge. I wanted to sit down and see what he knew, however it reminded me of the way he looked in last night's dream. I shuddered. Hesitantly, I began walking towards Jason again.
"Alex!" Tom called after me.
"Jason!" I shouted instead of turning back to him. Before I was completely out of earshot, I heard him mutter something like, "Can't talk to teenagers these days," but I couldn't be sure.

Friday, 28 January 2011

Lunar's Tears: Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Dragona's face was illuminated by a fire that spread across his palm. His smile was menacing, and his eyes were taunting. He waved his hand, and the fire went out. A torch was held by someone at his side. It was one of those medieval torches you saw in fairy tales, with thatch that burned bright. It was Thor. His expression was exactly the same as Dragona's, only he gave a more daring impression than Dragona. At Thor's side, was Kallista. Kallista's eyes were bright, and alive.
Dragona clicked his fingers, and a flame burst into life on his palm again. He leaned close to me and whispered softly, "Are you afraid, Alex?"
"How- How do you know my name?" I stuttered.
"Are you afraid, Alex?" He just whispered again.
A filthy hand came out from the darkness behind me, grabbing my arm in a tight grip. I squirmed, but the hold only got tighter. I looked up to see the thing holding me, only to find it was a boy from my school. He'd moved from Ireland, and I kept away from him. His black eyes glazed over me, then pushed me to the floor. For someone who was so small, he was surprisingly strong. I tumbled to the ground, and curled up on myself. Tom, the boy's name, snarled at me. He raised his hand, but Kallista was suddenly in his way. They glared and snarled at each other for a while, before Thor coughed, drawing all attention to him.
"Alex, we need to talk to you," he declared.
"How do you know my name?" I demanded, first.
Thor shrugged, "Your parents told us."
I narrowed my eyes. "They're in Australia for three weeks."
"They told us a while ago."
"Then how have I never heard of you?"
"Does it matter?" Dragona interrupted.
"Yes," I clarified.
"You have magic," Kallista blurted.
"Straight to the point," Dragona murmured.
Despite myself, I laughed.
"What are you laughing at?" Dragona asked.
"Well, you're so funny. Saying I have magic and all." I waved a hand, which seemed more dainty than usual.
"But... We're not joking," Kallista said.
"Right," I said, sarcastically, "And next you'll be telling me that vampires and zombies exist."
"Well..." Thor started.
"I HATE zombies!" Kallista finished.
"You have got to be kidding me," I said to myself.
"Actually, we are. We investigated your life, practically stalked you, came inside your dreams, endangered the whole magical community, just to have this huge practical joke to amuse our sad little lives," Thor said, matter-of-factly.
I stared at him. "What was that about a dream?" I enquired.
"Oh, nothing. I never said anything about a dream. We're just your usual random people," Thor replied.
Tom continued to stare at me, his lip curled back revealing his teeth.
"I'm sensing he doesn't like me," I said waving to Tom.
"No, he absolutely hates you. You disgust him," Thor said.
"Ignore him. He's just a little tired," Kallista explained.
"He's always tired," Dragona mumbled.
"Does he always look like that when he's tired?" I asked, staring at Tom.
"No..." Kallista murmured.
"Well, I don't mean to be rude, because it's nice that you popped in, but I really need some sleep, so if you could just leave..."
"Well, Alex, we can't just leave. What you know, it could be dangerous. It could change your life forever. But I must ask you; are you ready?"
A shiver ran down my spine, and my hands tingled. I opened my mouth to speak, but my breath caught in my throat.
A beeping sound suddely surrounded me. It echoed off every wall, filled my ears.
"Thrice..." Dragona hissed.
The ground shook, and I fell to the ground. My vision was spinning, going black, white, black, white.
"She's waking up!" Kallista and Tom said at the same time. Suddenly, I was plunged into darkness.
A few minutes later, the beeping stopped, and I opened my eyes to find myself in my room. I was drenched in my own sweat, as well as feeling exhausted. I rubbed my eyes, and yawned. I lifted my head for ten seconds, then dropped it back on the pillow. I half groaned, half yawned, and I slowly drifted back into a watery, comfortable sl-
I sighed, and called back to my Mum in my sleepy and grumpy tone, "Okay!"
I pulled my school uniform on, and trudged downstairs. I trailed my feet on the floor, my eyes intent on the ground. I kicked my foot off a dining chair as I entered the room where my frantic Mum was serving breakfast. I shouted out in pain, and hopped into my seat. I frowned, as I sat between my brother and sister, both delaying eating the sloppy porridge inside their bowls. I frowned, and began eating.
When I had finished the cardboard, I ran back upstairs to brush my teeth. I looked in the mirror to find black marks around dull green eyes. After I'd finished in the bathroom, I picked up my schoolbag. I didn't care if my homework was left behind on the table. I didn't care if anything was left behind in the madhouse. Let's face it: Today was going to be an awful day no matter what I did.

Wednesday, 26 January 2011

Your Place

I know this is a really bad poem. I just started writing this, and it didn't really take long. It doesn't make much sense either, but sometimes poems don't make sense. It's not imaginative, and has a small range of vocabulary. But here it is:

When all hope is gone,
Where do you go?
How do you find the will,
To return to your life?

Do you start a new?
Do you mellow in self-pity?
Or will you be strong?
Will you hold your head up high and walk through life?

But remember; All your hope has gone.
Lying in the street,
Holding the blanket over your body,
To cover yourself from the biting cold.

So stay there.
Your breaking heart,
Will soon be mended.

Just stay there,
And you will find,
Your place.

Tuesday, 25 January 2011

One-Off Short Chapter

I was encouraged to post this. But be warned! This is very short and has a lot of second person in it. Also, for those of you who dislike gaps, this has gaps. Because that's how I do it when I'm writing by hand. So there. Overall, this is a short little chapter I felt like writing. G'day.

Lunar's eyes were a fiery blaze. The burning scarlet glared at everything in its path. When the demons narrowed on your fragile little figure, you knew you were doomed. As your bony little legs began to run, you knew there would be no gain. When you felt the sweet breath of her on your neck, you knew it would be the last thing you ever felt-- Well, apart from the piercing pain.

So, as her snake hair coiled around your neck, searching for the cure to the thirst, you began to pant and your heart sped up. And oh boy, did that shorten your time.

And has her pointy teeth pierced the skin of your neck and bit into your vein, you just went limp, didn't you? Given up? Because she sure hopes not. Whilst she drains your body of the deep red liquid you so desperately need, she secretly hopes you fight back. Wishes for the last kick of human instinct that says, "I shall not die today!"

But you disappoint her. Of course, you gave her your blood. But you just ran and gave up. So disheartening to see. She expected more of you.

So as she drops your limp body to the ground, she listens for her next prey. A young couple-- Arguing by the sound of it. Excellent. Youth.

So as she hunts her prey, and as you slip away, you make one wish. Just one. You hope to God that they catch her.

Tell me what you think.

Monday, 24 January 2011

Lunar's Tears: Chapter 3

Chapter 3

"Thor? Kallista?" He spoke again, his voice booming. Then, as if suddenly realising I was there, he added, "Who's that?"
His voice was too loud... Everything was too loud... The wind, the people, the memories... I just needed to get out... I needed for everything to be quiet, so I could figure out what was going on...
"Sssshhhhh!" I said to him, scrambling to my feet off the pavement.
Thor chuckled again. "She does say that a lot."
"Only twice," Kallista defended me.
"And who is she?" The man asked. So... He must be Dragona, then. The one they didn't want to see them here...
"We don't exactly know..." Kallista slowly said.
"Then what... Oh, no," Dragona's face turned into one of regret. "You did it again, didn't you?" He addressed Thor.
"No," Thor lied.
"Then that means yes, doesn't it?"
"Not really."
Was this an argument? Maybe I could take this as a diversion while I snuck away...
I slowly took a step back, careful where my feet were put. I tip-toed away slowly, inching backwards as they started arguing in a language I didn't understand...
"Hey!" Dragona shouted, as he noticed me creeping away.
I froze for a second, but then my instincts made me start to sprint. I ran through the hedges that separated this street from the back street that led to the farm. I sprinted down the street, listening intently for the clatter of heels that made me know they were following me. However, it never came. Maybe it didn't matter to them that I'd witnessed them set fire to the street... But... They didn't set fire to the street... Thor... He sent a lightning bolt at the car... But, that's impossible...
Through my thoughts, I'd slowed down. I was barely jogging now. I realised this, just as a tap on my shoulder made me wheel around. All three were there, but none had made a sound. Dragona was the one who had tapped me, his long arm now pulling back. It paused on the way back to his side. It started coming towards me again, directing itself to behind my ear. Two fingers were outstretched, and he was starting to press them against my flesh. I flinched from his touch.
I just want to go home. It's only two streets away. I just want to go home. There's no place like home, there's no place like home. I closed my eyes. A wave of dizziness hit me. I felt sick, and a rush of wind carried away any sound. There was a popping sound, and I opened my eyes, as my knees gave in and I tumbled to the ground. I was home. But how? I was in the bathroom, in front of the toilet and sink. The cream tiles and soapy smell where somehow comforting to me.
I kneeled over the toilet. Questions later. I was about to be sick.

OK, I think this is a short chapter, but Chapter 4 will be up soon.

Monday, 17 January 2011

Lunar's Tears: Chapter 2

Chapter 2

"Are you okay?" I heard a girl ask.
     "Of course she's OK. I only did medium-power," another voice said. Too many voices. I just needed quiet...
     "Well, she's only a mortal."
     A groan escaped my mouth. My eyes rolled inside my eye sockets. A pounding on my head took away all my focus. "I think she hit her head when she fainted." Fainted? Hit my head...? Were they even talking about me? "Can you hear me?" She asked. So many questions...
     "Since when did you become a doctor?" The other voice whispered.
"Sshhhh," I hushed them, lazily. I groaned again, and slowly opened my eyes. My vision was blurry, and I could just make out the shapes of two people, one crouching over me, the other standing. Eventually, the blurriness cleared. And the sight of them again had me shuddering.
      "Are you OK?" The girl, the one closest to me, asked again. All I could think about was the sword inside her coat...
      "I told you she was alright," he said to the girl. "I'm Thor, by the way." He turned to me.
      "I have a mouth," I mumbled through my confusion. Thor's eyes rolled up and down, as if he was... Appraising me.
      Then, he chuckled. "I like 'em with attitude."
"You like 'em any way," the girl spoke.
     "True," he said, laying a hand on her arm. 
She shook him off. "My name's Kallista. I'm sorry about that," Kallista said, nodding to the road, "some of us don't know when to stop," she glared up at Thor.
     Hesitantly, I looked over at the road. The car had gone. I thought I could make out the heap of melted metal in a corner. But the street was destroyed. That could have been any one's car. The flames must have swallowed up the street, and spat it back out. The middle of the road were just... Burned. I couldn't think of any other way to describe it. The light grey tarmac was now a charcoal black. Where I had once been standing had crumpled to a pile of brick. And it came upon me that they'd moved me to the other side of the road.
     Thor chuckled, "I told you-"
"I know," Kallista said sharply, glancing at me. They seemed so... Calm. Like this was an everyday thing.
"We may need to contact Scrutinous," Kallista said.
      "Relax, Kallista," Thor replied, finally seeming a tad concerned and on edge. "Nothing happened."
     And destroying the street is nothing?" I asked. What were these people going to do? I was still so dizzy...
     "See?" Kallista loud-whispered.
"What do you think happened?" Thor stared at me intensely, waiting for my answer.
     "You... You... The car..." I struggled for the words.
"She doesn't know anything," Thor murmured. Then, in a louder voice he declared, "Well, Kallista and I must be going. It was nice meeting you..." He waited for me to give him my name. I didn't. "... Miss," he finished, "but duty calls."
     "And best to leave before Dragona finds this," Kallista added. She jumped up, and dusted her jeans. Were they just... leaving so abruptly?
     "Agreed," Thor said.
Thor linked arms with Kallista, turned around, and-
      There was another man there. He looked about twenty, and must have been 6ft 4. His hair only added to his height, with it spiking off in all directions. My neck hurt from staring up at him.
"What's happening here?" He spoke in a clear, deep voice.
      "Dang it, Dragona," Thor said under his breath.

So, which format do you like more? Gaps or no gaps?

Saturday, 15 January 2011

Lunar's Tears: Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The sun was setting behind the damaged houses. The sky was red, with streaks of orange, highlighting the now, deep purple clouds. It was pretty-- to look at the sky a different colour to grey. I walked on the cracked pavement, watching where I stepped in case I fell, again. A cold breeze cut against my skin, making me look up and gasp in shock. Across the street were two figures, walking side by side. I squinted in their direction, but the scattered leaves blew in my face. I sighed in frustration, and hopped into one of the brick bus stops perched on the street. The bus stop was deserted. In fact, the whole street was deserted. I looked over at the two people on the other side of the street again, casually leaning on one wall.

One was tall, a man from his physique. He had dark hair, and stood still in the wind. There was something striking about him, and I realised it was because he was so attractive. His wind-whipped hair set his electric-blue eyes. His stillness was unsettling and alluring at the same time. But something spelled out over all of that. One word came across my mind when I looked at him; DANGEROUS. You could see it in the way he held himself; back straight, arms in pockets, head forward. I stared at him for a while, fascinated by his peculiar appearance. Then a movement on his right caught my eye.

It was a girl. She looked three years older than me, with the same jet-black hair. Her blue-green eyes were focused on what she was doing with her hands. They were making swift movements, whilst suddenly her hair flew backwards, along with her coat. It was then I noticed the samurai sword tucked in the coat. At first glance, you wouldn't notice... But the gleam from it was so clear now.

I hugged my arms around my torso, feeling truly afraid. Who were these people? Why do I feel so alone? A speeding car suddenly came zooming down the road. It was too fast to see what kind of car it was, but suddenly, a mass of black lightning struck it. There was something strange about the lightning... It was black. And it didn't come from the sky, it came from... Him. But... How was that possible? The man tucked something on a loop on his leather jacket, too quick for me to see what.

Suddenly, I was overwhelmed by the flames. The orange and yellow flickered up to the sky. The smoke was a thick tendril choking me. A flash of a memory came over me, but the next second it was gone. I coughed and stumbled backwards, clumsy as I dropped to the floor. Over the ringing in my ears, I heard two voices arguing.

"Inconspicuous, Thor," I heard one say.

"What did you expect me to do?" The other replied.

I didn't hear any more, as I passed out from the smoke.

Criticism much appreciated