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Mothers poem

By Nate

I wrote another one

Who is the someone who..

Tells you to

Always eat your beans

And always sees

The broccoli on the plate

And tells you to wait

Always holds your hand

When you are sad

Then looks in your eyes

And says

I love                                       YOU

Mothers

A Mother is good for making my bed

Keeping me fed

is always there

A mother really cares

She always shares

And never stops loving me

She always knows my mind

Is always kind

And is cherished throughout my family

My mother has won

Cause she’s the one

For me and you

MY MOM IS THE BEST

Gwen drew back in horror. Black liquid spewed from Archer’s mouth. He choked and his eyes rolled back in their sockets. He started shuddering wildly, his arms and legs flying everywhere. The BloodHunt made a noise of satisfaction as it stood up, blood staining its teeth. It spotted her and moaned even louder, surveying her as a possible victim.

Kyra grabbed her arm and the spell was broken. Gwen screamed. The BloodHunt raised a ruined arm and pointed at her. “Come on!” hissed Kyra, yanking at her sister’s sleeve. “But… what about Archer?” protested Gwen, her gaze shifting from the BloodHunt to the writhing figure on the floor. “We can’t just leave him!” Kyra gritted her teeth. The monster was coming closer. “If we don’t move, it’ll bite us as well.” Gwen spared one last look at Archer. He wretched and one last load of black liquid dribbled down his chin.
Then, suddenly, with a heaving breath, he stood up. His eyes were closed and his shirt was stained a dark shade. His arms struggled for something to lean against, and he found the BloodHunt’s shoulder. Gwen was sure the creature would bite him again, seeing that the first attack hadn’t been fatal, seeing that Archer was still alive.

How wrong she was.

Archer’s eyes flew upon and his mouth contorted into a snarl. The pupils were pitch black, just like the liquid, and there was a clear resemblance to the monster standing next to him. Or it, I should say.

He had been human a minute ago, a normal young man with his whole life ahead of him. He was being trained as a scholar, and he would have excelled in his chosen career, but that was stolen away from him with a single bite. As much as she hated it, as much as Gwen refused to believe her eyes, there was no denying the facts.

Archer was a BloodHunt.

Gwen screamed again, and this time, Kyra joined in. Then they ran, sprinting down the corridor as though their lives depended on it. Gwen glanced back and saw that the first BloodHunt had begun a shambling pursuit, while Archer moaned and jerked his right leg, shifting the joints.

Her heart pounded in her chest, beating a wild pattern away as she ran. After a minute of sprinting, they came to a corner and turned it at high speed. Kyra bumped against the wall and tripped. She hit the ground and gasped painfully. Gwen stopped suddenly and looked back at her sister.

She walked quickly over, looking around carefully. “Are you okay?” she asked softly. Kyra shook her head. “Sprained my ankle,” she said quietly. Gwen could see sweat puring down her twin’s forehead, and she came to a decision.

“I’ll carry you.” she said confidently.

“What?” gasped Kyra, “No! They’ll catch us!”

Gwen shook her head. “The nearest chamber is not too far away. We can hide in there, and get help later when your ankle heals. Now come on. We’re wasting time.”
The words were scarcely out of her mouth when they heard the familiar moan of the incoming danger. Gwen hurriedly picked up Kyra in her arms and tried to get her into a position where she wouldn’t fall after three steps.

Kyra tried to make herself as light as possible, but they still stumbled along slower than a one-legged blind man. Gwen knew that if they continued at this speed, the BloodHunt would catch them in less than a minute. Already its moans were getting louder…

Finally, Gwen just collapsed. She knew that she couldn’t go like that any more. Kyra had sensed that her sister was going to drop her, so she curled herself into a position so that she didn’t hurt herself when she hit the floor.
“I’m sorry,” panted Gwen, “I can’t carry you any longer.”

Kyra nodded bravely. “It’s okay, I think I can walk now.”
This was a downright lie, and Gwen knew it, but she still helped her sister in to a standing position as if she was able to support herself.
Kyra took a step gingerly with her good foot, and everything seemed okay, but when she tried her other leg, she cried out in pain and fell to the ground. The sound of the moans told them that the BloodHunt was right around the corner. Gwen gazed helplessly at her twin, and Kyra reached her hand down to her ankle.

Gwen thought she meant to massage it, but then she saw Kyra slipping the short dagger out of her sock. Kyra smiled weakly. “I was going to surprise you with this, but it seems I have a better reason to use it. That monster isn’t going to bite me, no matter how hard it tries. I can hold it off long enough so that you can get help. You’ll easily get there if you’re going by yourself.”

Gwen shook her head. “I’m staying right here.”

Kyra took a heavy breath as the creature rounded the corner. “Well, we’re not going without a fight, so let’s take this foul hell spawn down with us.”

He stretched out his arm to the twins and moaned louder than ever. His teeth were blackened by decay, and he gnashed them together as the gap was closed between him and Gwen and Kyra. The two girls were frozen in shock. This creature wasn’t human, that was as clear as day, but what was it?

Suddenly, the creature moved just a bit too close and the spell was broken. Gwen screamed, a scream she had not let out in years. The scream of true fear. They ran back to the castle, dropping berries in their haste, but not caring. The creature snarled and changed direction, limping sluggishly after them, its quivering arms still outstretched. Gwen and Kyra reached the high doors and shoved them open. Daylight flooded inside, but it was quickly diminished when the girls slammed them shut again.

They lay down against the wall, panting from fear more than exercise. Finally, Kyra found her voice.

“What was that?” she mumbled.

Gwen simply shook her head.

“What was what?” asked a high, cold voice.

A young man walked around the corner, his haughty features looking distinctly curious. He was dressed in a long night robe, and his black hair was slightly untidier than usual. It was clear he had just got up.

Kyra coughed. “Well, you see.. there was this… thing.” she finished, somewhat lamely.

Archer raised an eyebrow. “There was a thing.”

“Yes,” said Gwen, defending her sister, “And it was all grey and horrible, there was an awful bite mark, and it had dried blood all ove- Are you okay, Archer?”

Archer’s face had gone completely pale. He opened his mouth for a second and then closed it. “Show me,” he said, his voice no more than a whisper. Gwen frowned. “I don’t think-” “Show me!” shouted Archer, his eyes bulging. “If it’s true… it must be killed immediately.” He turned to Kyra. “You girl, fetch me a sword.” Kyra obeyed his order without question, and she took off into the lower levels of the castle.

Archer spent the time waiting for Kyra pacing the grey halls, muttering to himself. Gwen could only make out snippets of what he said, but she gathered this much:

The creature wasn’t human.

It wasn’t alive, though Gwen thought she must have misheard this part, for the creature had definitely been walking towards them.

It must be killed. Archer was slightly creepy at the best of times, but he looked like a lunatic now. He kept nodding and saying, “Yes. It must die. Or else there would be others. Last time…” He trailed off, then shuddered.

So, all in all, Gwen was thankful when her sister returned. She handed the straight blade to Archer without a word. He took it with a curt nod, and stepped slowly towards the door. He put his ear to it for a second, and when he was satisfied that it wasn’t near the door, he stepped back and flung the doors open.

The sunlight had bloomed since they were last outside, and the glare forced the three of them to shield their eyes  for a moment. But that was all it took.

Kyra saw the beast stumbling at Archer a second before he did. He tried to leap out of the way, but it was too late. He had let his guard down, a fatal mistake.

The beast snarled and grabbed Archer’s arm. He yelped and swung the sword at the monster. It buried itself in the creature’s brain, and elation rose in the girls’ hearts for a second. It was stuck fast, an inch into its head. Black liquid oozed out of the wound. It fell onto the carpeted floor with a sticky plop. Gwen took an involuntary step back. The black liquid was thicker than blood, it came slowly from its head, almost lazily, as though it didn’t really want to leave the creature.

“What is it?” Kyra wondered out loud.

“It’s a BloodHunt,” gasped Archer, struggling under the weight of the collapsing creature. He turned around to elaborate, and the BloodHunt took its chance. It leapt and Archer, and the sword was jerked out of his hand. It snarled at him and he fell to the floor in shock. An expression that can only be described as smugness came onto the creature’s face.

It smiled as it bent down, and sunk its teeth into Archer’s flesh.

The mist descended on the valley, encasing the land in a dewy, grey cloud. The trees shivered slightly in the morning breeze, and a few lone leaves fluttered in the wind. A stream worked its way down through the grassy fields, tinkling and splashing off the rocks. The picture was completed by the slender castle, six towers standing high and its flags flying proudly along the skyline.

A clang of steel against steel broke the beautiful silence, followed by the sound of a young girl’s laughter.

Inside the black training doors of the castle armoury, a fair-haired twelve year old bent down to retrieve her curved sword off the wooden floor, trying to hide her blush from her grinning sister.

“I’m never doing this again,” muttered the first girl, Gwen.

“Come on, you’re getting better!” smiled her twin sibling Kyra.

“Shut up. You’re just making fun of me.”

Gwen strode over to the wall and placed her sword on the rack. “I think I’ll just stick to my morning star from now on.”
The twins were almost identical. Gwen, the blonde one, was dressed in a long leather overcoat, with a brown shirt underneath. She had a belt keyed with a vast array of knives. She had olive skin that clashed with her hair, which fell down to her shoulders. Both girls had eyes of the palest blue.

Kyra was dressed similarly, except her coat was midnight black. Her hair was light brown and was the same length as Gwen’s.

Kyra started practising fighting techniques. Jab, spin, thrust, slice, roll, block, feint and lunge. Her imaginary assailant was cut down and she blew the hair out of her face.

She narrowed her eyes and raised her jagged sword. She twirled it in her hand for a second, and then, as quick as lightning, she hurled it at the far wall. Gwen jumped out of the way at the last second as the sword struck the wall.

Gwen glared at her sister.

“You could have killed me!” she growled.

“No I couldn’t,” said Kyra dismissively, “I never miss with that sword.”

Gwen inspected the quivering weapon warily, and wondered what it would look like impaled in her back. Shuddering, she gently put the sword in its correct place and walked over to Kyra.”Come on, Shaze thinks we’re outside, so we better work fast or she won’t let us in here again.”

Kyra sighed. “Okay, but I just wished we could have some more time today.”

“We’ll practise again after dinner.” promised Gwen.

Together, they strolled through the armoury doors into the slate grey halls of Castle Barrent. They walked outside and the fresh morning smell of the valley filled their nostrils.

“Ah,” smiled Kyra, as she stretched her legs, “I love the view here.”

Gwen yawned. “I think I see a new berry bush over there.”

That was the job that Shaze had given them. She was officially only their father’s bodyguard, but she did much more than that. She cooked, cleaned, washed and looked after the twins. One of the jobs she had given them was to collect berries for lunch. Gwen and Kyra usually woke up early to get in some weapon practice before they went to work.

They strode over to the bush and saw it was ripe with berries. Kyra let out a low whistle. “Shaze is gonna wet herself when she sees this!” They started collecting the red juicy fruits, popping a few in their mouths when they thought the other wasn’t looking.

Suddenly, Gwen saw a figure stumbling towards them in the distance. She squinted through the mist at the person and dropped the berries in her hand. Kyra realised something was wrong and turned to see what Gwen was gazing at.

The shambling figure came closer. “Hello?” called out Gwen, “Are you okay?” As soon as the figure heard her voice, it let out a guttural moan and stumbled towards her. “Um.. would you like some fruit?” she asked helplessly, “Are you hungry?” Then, the figure came into view and both girls screamed.

Its skin was grey and clammy, and the fingers twitched wildly. Dry blood covered a mark on its right arm where something that looked like a bite mark stood out amongst the rotting flesh.

It was, or had once been, a man. Its hair was dark and falling out and one leg had a sword mark that went in deep, but the eyes were the worst. Black orbs, that showed no mercy, no compassion and no humanity.

Only death.

**This is my Spring Contest entry. (well, Chapter 1 anyway) For those of you who don’t know about the contest, head off to the forum and write a special story for the occasion. Three chapters are required, but I’m going to make this into a fully fledged series. It probably won’t win, but meh.Who cares.

You’re meant to post the three chapters on the forum, but cause this won’t just be for the competition, I’ll post all the chapters here. And I’ll put it up on the forum when all of the first three are done.

Okay, that’s about it.**

P.S.  If you liked this story, you might even vote for me… *squeals of anticipation*

Peace out!

Little birdie resting on the tree.

Tiny little birdie can’t spy me.

Flapping his wings gently in the air,

Flying in the sky with speed and flair.

He comes at dawn at he leaves at night,

This little birdie is quite a sight!

Standing proud and tall on his tiny little feet.

As you walk past hear him go “Tweet!”

It warms your heart on a cold, Winter’s day.

With you always hoping, for once, it will stay.

Love is the beacon that lights up our lives,

Staying just there, until the day that we die.

You can look for it, in fact, most people do.

But if you stay still, it will soon find you.

It can burn up your heart, this fantastic idea,

And make you look like a fool when you’re lover shouts, “See Ya!”

They crawl into your heart and burn your insides.

They come from the pit where evil lies.

They show no mercy, compassion or kindness.

They feed on the weak, those with hunger and blindness.

They are the heralds of death,

The killers of joy.

They have only hatred for each girl and boy.

So run, run quick as the air.

For there’s Demons behind you, they bring only despair.

Ok. So heres the deal. Life in America is great and no one whats that to change. But suddenly people vote the wrong people into office and economy suddenly shoots down. Yes life wouldn’t be the same without adults but don’t you think that kids deserver a say to?(you know, once there old enough to think about the good of the country.) I think that kids should have a chance to rule the world with a little bit of adult help behind the seances. I wonder that if kids ruled the world, then war wouldn’t be a big problem. If kids ruled the world then no one would have to starve. Some people think that we have no idea what goes on in the government and I admit that yes, we don’t know much about it but I hear enough from my parents, the News, and the radio to say that we are not doing very well. We can think for ourselves and come up with a good solution to the worlds problems. We have a right! But hey, its just me talking… the real question is what do you think???

Leave a comment!!! What do think is right???

No such thing as happiness
No such thing as love.
No such thing as a perfect life,
Only death and blood.

Fairy tales are filled with nonsense
Life is filled with sorrow
I have nothing left to wish for
But the coming of the ‘morrow.

I think I am a troubled soul
Engulfed with death and pain
I have everything to lose
And zero things to gain.

I’m a writer, as you see
Life sometimes feels like crap to me
It’s not a stupid mystery
I’ll leave the earth with TNT.

Kidding ’bout that last part
I’d really hate to die
Especially in a such gruesome way–
Exploding in the sky.

But, here, it’s just a warning:
Try to keep me pleased.
If you fail to do so
I’ll bring you to your knees.

You told me I was beautiful,

You told me we were perfect,

You told me that no one could hurt us,

You said we’d always be together,

You said we’d be like best friends forever,

and, now, you’re gone and I regret every second of being with you

because I believed you.

Winter’s gone

And so is Spring

Summer comes with an open breeze

The snow has melted

The flowers have bloomed

Now it’s time for rainbows and colors

One things stays the same, though

Green, green, green blades of grass

The sun’s going away

Summer has ended

Now comes Fall with some shivering breezes

Leaves roll across the wide roads

Their colors a mixture of red and purple

One small thing still remains, though

There are still; Green, green, green blades of grass

Now Fall’s gone and the cycle starts again

Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall

Those are the Seaons

That’s all……..

Four little bats hanging in a tree,

One went plop and so did the other three. 

Three little alligators floating in a lake,

out came a woman and hit two with a rake

 Two little sparrows flying in the sky,

one saw a worm and cryed out “My!”   

 One little dog,barking at a cat.

The cat gave a hiss and yowled,

 ”you think you’re all that?”

Humanities great bane is thought to be many things,from Illness to Love to power.Yet in truth it is only one thing:Thought.Yet how can a thing,so dear to humanity,the thing that nurses us through life,that brought us here and moves us forward,be the great Bane of us?It is only beautiful when muffled by our control over it,yet when it takes control of you you see the truth.In many cases you only see the truth when you make the wrong choice,when you make the right choice you only see the mistake you did not make.The wrong choice showed me the truth.

Fog snaked around me like some preying beast that could barely restrain itself.It ran it’s cold damp fingers through my hair,and whispered to me in soothing tones,drawing me to my death.Yet I resisted.I had been wandering for hours hoping to find shelter and had let my imagination roam free.At one point of time I thought that I saw a group of people,people with claws and large bat like wings,which I ran from,but which turned out to be Lightning struck trees.I now  stumbled onward with my eyes closed,for they burned of the lack of an object to focus on.Something sharp and thing wound itself about my throat and I cried out in pain,and opened my eyes,to realize it was a branch.I felt my throat,it was wet,with something warm and thick. I looked at my hand,which was partly red,then at the branch.Just when I close my eyes I need them.I shook my head but trudged on.Then I aw something that send my heart  beating faster then helicopter blades.In front of me stood a small chapel.It almost seemed to shine with a bright white light.I did not even hesitate before running into the welcoming glow.I ran through the doorway and fell to my hands and knees,then sank to the ground.The coldness spread through my body carrying away the pain.I closed my eyes and sleep took me.I stood,in a place that was nothing.There was a beautiful maiden in front of me.She smiled and put her hands out welcomingly.A single thought lashed through my head.Take her hands,the right choice.I Clenched my teeth.The though pulsed again,this time not gentle like a caressing feather,but commanding,lashing at my mind like a whip.My hand twitched toward hers,but I did not move.NO. I managed to think,the maiden flinched with the weight of my word.Then her smile turned into a scowl,I would have never though a scowl could be so terrifying,then her whole face twisted as if in a soap bubble,but it was no longer the cheerful colors of the rainbow.It was a somber figure,it’s shell of control broken.It was grey and black and white and had the texture of wet paper.It’s pure black eyes glinted with malice,it bared it teeth in a horrible grin,it’s clawed hands reaching out to me hungrily. WRONG CHOISE It belowed in my mind, the thought twisted my mind into knots making me drop to the floor,limp with pain. I managed to push the thought out and shakily got to my feet.I felt no fear,no joy no excitement,I did not let emotions in,I simply stood.The creatures grin diminished. It gets it’s power from the dark emotions of humans,Hate ,Jealousy,Longing.And to the thing also Love,Excitement,Happiness were considered dark.I knew because I felt,the thing was part of me,yet which part I did not know.At this sudden realisation it’s form flared,expanding and folding in upon itself,then separating.I heard it’s thoughts as if they were my own.It became many colored ribbons of pink and red and violate.The beautiful soothing yet passionate colors of love,yet I saw the darkness of love that the creature strives on.The bands twirled and spun entwined and separated,became one then  thousands,in an elaborate dance,yet they did not turn over did not show their other sides,but the creature forced them to turn,and there were sickly shades of green and somber greys,The sight would have made one writhe in discomfort,and that was when I realized that I was nothing,that was why I did not feel,I did not think,and then I realized that the thing,that horrid thing,was thought.Thought is a beautiful and darling thing when we control,but when we loose our power over it.It becomes a vile and wicked thing.Breaking you into a puzzle,then reassembling you in unmatching  and twisted ways,Until you fit in no place or world.Suddenly everything was gone,there was only darkness.The thing was nothing,yet everything at the same time,then in the darkness I could see an indistinct shape,it wound it coils around me,probing fear and uncertainty into my mind,But I fought.As it wound it’s coils about me,I took them,I controlled them,and unknowingly I was regaining control of it,and then I was awake,and then there was nothing,for I was only thought and memory.