Day: 7. February 2012

I don’t even wish to look up as I hear my cell door scrape open. I clutch my already aching and empty stomach and close my eyes.

“Go away….” I think to myself. But there is no hand on my shoulder, punching me awake and grabbing my hair. I look up to what is wrong. Aye. She’s really there. She held out a package to me and asked me how I was doing, as I timidly took it from her. I nod to answer her, hands shaking as I untie the string.

Inside are two pieces of soft, crumbly bread. I pick it up and eat it quickly, savouring its warm, buttery taste. Aye’s smiling.

I pick up the other slice and eat it more slowly this time.

Finally, when I’m finished, I look up at Aye.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” I ask her, coughing. I am not yet used to my voice. I haven’t spoke in 16 years. Aye smiles weakly and gazes out of the tiny window. She tells me a tale about her older brother. Shot dead in front of her. Tells me about a promise she believes she broke.

“I don’t want the same happening to you….I feel like I’ve known you all my life…” she finishes. I am so touched by this. She’s proved to me there is one last tiny little shred of hope in this cruel place. I reach out and pat her hand.

Night-times are always the worst. It’s cold. Lights go out so the entire Fortress is plunged into pitch black darkness. There are a few torch beams bouncing around every half hour or so.

Its deathly silent too.

There a few faint screams, but they’re in the other wing.

Suddenly, there was a loud scream, closer to my cell. A clang as a torch hits the floor, its beam darting around wildly before coming to a halt.

 It disappears and more screams echo throughout the Fortress.

The next morning Aye does not collect me. Two Guards do, grabbing my wrists roughly and hauling me down endless corridors and staircases. They are talking but I can’t even be bothered to listen properly. What do I care if one of them’s in line for a promotion? They can get shredded to bits by these creatures everyone talks about, for all I care.

“Did you hear that commotion last night?”

“No, I was on duty in North Wing. What happened?”

“Some kid guard got battered with their own torch. Heard it was that…Aye girl”

The other guard chuckled.

“Bet she stepped out of line again. She’s stupid really…why bend and break rules when Ezra’s your guardian? She deserves it…”

I can’t take it anymore.

“SHE DIDN’T DESERVE IT! AYE HAS DONE NOTHING! You’re all psychopaths in this place! You’re not human! Humans have feelings!”

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Aaaaaannndddd there! THAT PROVES THAT I CAN WRITE. Writers Block is a jellyfish toaster strudel. really. it is. anyways, unfortunately this full story will not be posted for a number of reasons
1) It is over 20 pages long, and it stilll NOWHERE near completion yet
2) In this story I cover some pretty horrific topics (it gave my friend nightmares)
3) I wrote this story around July 2011 (actually this is the re-write, the original was seven pages long xD) and I don’t really think I’ll be finishing it any time soon…. :L
4) Writer’s block
5) uh…i’ll get back to you on five ^^;
Keep writing! YOU ALL ARE DUH AWESOME SAUCE XDD

I got back to the house and sat down to read some of the old, musty books I found. Night fell. I went upstairs, changed into my nightclothes, and fell asleep. In the middle of the night, I heard music. Without bothering to put on regular clothes or pin up my hair, I went outside. I padded along the wet grass in my bare feet, following the music. I found a boy sitting along the brook, playing a guitar, singing a slow, melancholy song I didn’t know. I hummed along softly. He didn’t know I was there. When he finished, I turned around and ran back to the house, my satin robe trailing after me, tears in my eyes.

The next morning, I went back to the brook. During the day, there were lots of merchants there. I got a job for the day with one of the merchants. After all, it was boring to sit around all day and read. I helped him sell and took the money. He paid me at the end of the day and I treated myself to some decadent, hazelnut chocolates.

That night, I unpinned my hair, put on my nightclothes, and crawled in to the bed. I stayed awake though, waiting to hear the slow, mournful music. When I heard it, I practically ran down the steps. I ran again to the brook, my robe trailing after me. Today, I saw the boy’s face, bathed in the moonlight. And he was handsome. Handsomer than even Caleb. I sang (I knew the song), my voice rising, clear and melodic, in to the darkness of the night.

The Escape Chapter 5

When I awoke I felt woozy and unstable. I was in a room with bars over the door and windows. It looked like a prison. It probably was. “How did they know I was coming?”I asked myself. “Gosh I should have been more careful,”I sighed angrily with myself. Suddenly the door clanged open and I felt myself staring down a guard with a taser across his chest. “You’re coming with us,”he barked grabbing my arm and heaving me down the hall. While they took me somewhere I studied them. They had tasers but they didn’t know how to use them. They were holding my hands behind my back so tripped them. The floor rang with two heads clunking against it. Those two were out cold. I grabbed their tasers and was about to leave the room when I heard a voice.

“Hey may you get me out of here,”a female voice exclaimed. I heard the voice coming from the barred door next to mine. I snagged the keys from the guard and unlocked her door. Once the door was unlocked a girl about my age came running out and started hugging me saying,”Thanks now let’s get out of here.” She ran out of the room with her long black hair trailing behind her. “Shhhhh once I get you out here you’ll have to explain yourself,”I said. I told her to stay behind me and we quietly walked down the hall looking for a exit. “There’s a guard,”the girl told me pointing to a guard that I was sneaking on. He turned around saw me and ran toward an emergency button where he slammed his hand down on it. Suddenly an alarm came blaring from the building.

Just Be Friends – Teh Evil Plot Bunnehz

xThreeDaysGracex is a fail of a writer.

Why?

She just is.

Okay, so I have a better reason than that. I am a fail of a writer because I have left many unanswered questions. Like, for example, how did the Mother react to Roux’s death? Well, she reacted in a different way than Detroit. Detroit was just numb, cold, and never cried. Her mother, cried for at least 5 days straight, mourning the loss of her son. Now here is where the even sadder bit come sin. Secretly, she always liked Roux better than Detroit. He was quiet, thoughtful, and witty, whereas his sister was stubborn, loud, and very often leapt without looking. Eh DX

I think it was because I was in a rush to finish Smile, Troubled Soul. My muse had abandoned me, and I was left to struggle on with writing the darn thing.

Luckily, it came back when Just Be Friends was born DX AND EVEN THEN IT FAILED ON ME DX

So, Zak was being incredibly OOC, and he got a girlfriend, even though he always secretly loved Detroit. And now, he’s being abused by Arizona (because she’s a jealous, insecure weirdo XD)

ALooseAvian asked if Arizona KNEW about the cat ears and the mad-rage killing thing XD My answer….no. But, Zak doesn’t fight back because he’s JUST got over the past. He’s planning to start fresh, no killings, nothing at all. He knows if he fights back or runs away it’ll get worse.

Blah blah blah *flips through notes* meh, I think that’s it.

Any questions….no? Good. Class dismissed.