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Mostly literature, some photography, also some drawings and a few paintings! Bit of a dabbler.
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Dead End: Ch. 11 No Light at The EndYou better take your friend with you again, when you go see her...Dead End: Ch. 11 No Light at The End by writerELEASE
Rochelia's words repeated in Stella's head. But who to accompany her? Harley was her first choice for obvious reasons, but she also told Zashmar he'd go with her. However, since losing her job, she couldn't just waltz into the asylum any more and she didn't know where he lived. She felt rude asking Cael, since their visit to Athena's went catastrophic. Then she wondered what actually happened between him and Rochelia, he never mentioned that. He looked pretty embarrassed about it... No, she didn't want to know. Stella huffed as she drifted through the aisle in the Icky-Quickie Mart, picking up milk as they'd ran out and she knew how much Zashmar loved his branflakes. Zashmar Stormcrow. Her last option. No way, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. And what if Cael happened to peer out of his window and see them together? He lived in the same area as the twin psychos. Then a thought struck her; maybe he knew whe
The Wolf-manIt was time for me to go. He came down the stairs, catching me looking at myself in the mirror. I turned to him, despite hearing his mum's words anyway.The Wolf-man by writerELEASE
"You'll have to get a taxi home. I got a fiver," he said, brushing pass me to fetch his wallet. "Mum's had a few drinks."
"It's fine, I got the money," I said, opening my purse, but I found a lone twenty pence piece. "Nevermind..."
"Mum will pay me back, don't worry," he smiled, handing me a folded note. I thanked him, grabbed my phone and began thumbing the number on the keypad. Less than a minute later, my taxi was due to arrive soon. We went to the window, looking out into the darkness. Night was slowly claiming its youth again, but the sky was ink-blue.
"I'll text you when I get home," I said, grinning. He always told me to.
"You'll be alright walking from the garage?"
"It's just up the road from me. It'll cost more to have the taxi wait and then drive me home."
"It doesn't matter," he said casually, taking my hands in his. Then th
EdenThe sky growled like a displeased god. Eden pondered on this. Indeed, he's probably pret-ty annoyed. Humanity had caused its own downfall. Eden wasn't there to witness such an event, but being born into the post-apocalyptic times, she knew her history well enough.Eden by writerELEASE
In the three hundred years leading towards disaster, humankind was stretching nature's limits. Exploiting her delicate forests, disturbing eco-systems, mining to her bare bones and sweeping waste under the land, to add insult to injury. The Earth became increasingly restless, but few noticed. Those who did were largely ignored, such as the various campaigns against fracking, efforts made by Greenpeace and the like and of course, the ever-present issue of fossil fuels and the pick-a-mix of clean energy sources.
Eden watched the sky making its move, placing its clouds like chess pieces. Maybe we did realise. But humankind had been too sluggish. That was surely her mother's opinion, a former scientist and member of WWF.
The BabyImperials washed through the village, spitting foul words and threatening the folk. Brushing metal sounded as they unsheathed their swords and pointed them this way and that.The Baby by writerELEASE
"Give up yer gold if yer know what's good for yer!" they yelled, fires breeding on thatched roofs. I dropped my basket and fled, leaving bundles of herbs and vegetables strewn in the road. By this time, dozens of folk ran through the village while the troops herded them like vicious dogs. I rushed inside, slamming the door shut and bolting it. The stillness of my home competed against the commotion outside, as the noise and violence begged to come indoors; smash up the pots, break the chairs and collapse the roof. I sniffed the air. My home hadn't been targeted yet.
I busied myself, checking the shutters, the locks and keeping a blade near. Killing an imperial carried a hefty consequence, but thieves taking advantage of another troop-intrusion wouldn't get off so lightly, if I could hel
Dead End: Ch. 10 Home Truths"You can go straight home if you like and I'll walk it. It's not far," Stella offered lightly as Dead End came closer and closer. The inky sea surrounded the city, likening the forboding buildings to a dark fortress.Dead End: Ch. 10 Home Truths by writerELEASE
"Nonsense!" said Cael, driving passed the residential area outside Dead End and towards the tunnel. Stella watched the houses blur by, wondering which was his... and then wondering which was Lucithia's. Her sister said they shared a house there. She pressed her face against the glass, eyes tearing at each house before they disappeared from view. She imagined their abode to be gothic like their clothes and derelict like their heads. Then she turned forward in her seat and the car was sucked up into the black tunnel; the outcome of this evening decided.
The spidery trees reached out for the Prius as they drove into Dead Drop. Cael slowed the car and sniffed, grabbing the pack of tissues and tearing one out. He wiped a bit of crusted blood from his nostril. Distraction elimin
EighteenI'd texted her happy birthday today but she didn't reply. I said I had her present ready and that we should meet up soon so I could give it to her. Mum had offered to bake her a cake, because she's my best friend, but we ran out of flour. Still, it was okay. She still hadn't replied though. I checked my phone again. It was twelve at night now, of course she wouldn't be replying anytime soon. I tutted and pressed the button at the side, casting blackness over the screen, then I switched the television off too. Feeding a treat to my hamster, I whispered it goodnight and turned the lights off, before going upstairs to bed.Eighteen by writerELEASE
Knock, knock, knock!
I laid in bed, my eyes snapping open. I could tell it was still night time, but I checked my phone nonetheless. One in the morning. Who on earth could that be? The knocks came again, louder and more persistent. Then there was a pause.
Knock, knock, knock!
Keeping my phone on me in case I had to ring someone, I went downstairs and made a mental note
|Though a dabbler, I concentrate my greatest efforts in storywriting!|
**PERSONAL SHABANG** |
Call me... Write or Elease
I am... eighteen years old and from England
I love... to write, if you didn't guess! + photography + painting
I dream of... becoming a novelist and making a positive difference
I'm currently... preparing for university and completing my A Levels!
Interested? I study... English Language, Psychology and Religious Studies
First account? This is my second. I created my first when I was thirteen and I axed it when I realised how embarrassing I was hahaha
What art do you post? Mostly literature and photos, but you'll also find paintings and odd bits and pieces.
Admin any groups? A few, yes. Check 'em out!
Deal with dArama? No, I don't take unnecessary disputes and BS kindly. dArama = insta-block!
Ermmmm... that's about it really!
Have a nice day~