Howdy,
I know it's been a long time since I posted a story, I have been quite busy with my job and haven't really thought up any good ideas. Also my Mac gave me a right scare! It wouldn't turn on and it turns out the memory was so full it crashed xD fail or what!
Anyway, I'm back (hopefully) and hope to write a few more stories or even expand on one I already have :). I should really write something spontaneous, those are usually the best.
I hope you keep checking back to see what I write :D
Toodles for now x
Tuesday, 25 February 2014
Sunday, 22 December 2013
A Christmas tale...
Jamie awoke when he heard a bang. "It must be santa!' he whispered with excitement and leapt out of bed. He tip toed to his door and slowly turned the handle and opened his door, careful to not make a sound. He could see a light on downstairs and crept across the landing to peer over the bannister.
"Come down jamie, Santa has been" he heard his father cry from the living room. A huge grin spread across his face as he jumped up to go downstairs. As he got halfway, he heard movement on the landing from where he came. He turned, hoping to see his mother. To his surprise, it was his father, rubbing his eyes. "Jamie? why are you up?"
It was too late. Jamie felt someone grab him and carry him up the chimney. The last thing he saw was his father running down the stairs and reaching up the chimney for him shouting "JAMIE!"
"Come down jamie, Santa has been" he heard his father cry from the living room. A huge grin spread across his face as he jumped up to go downstairs. As he got halfway, he heard movement on the landing from where he came. He turned, hoping to see his mother. To his surprise, it was his father, rubbing his eyes. "Jamie? why are you up?"
It was too late. Jamie felt someone grab him and carry him up the chimney. The last thing he saw was his father running down the stairs and reaching up the chimney for him shouting "JAMIE!"
Monday, 30 September 2013
Creepy??
It had been a long day, Stacey had the day off work today but that didn't make any less busy. Now was her chance to relax, she had made a cup of tea and was ready to watch her TV show. All of a sudden the front banged open and a strange man with a balaclava ran into her living room. "give me everything valuable" he yelled. Screw this she thought, if he thinks this will be easy he has another thing coming.
Determined, she moved fast off the sofa and grabbed at him, trying to stop him. There was a struggle but she fell to the floor, he grabbed whatever was near him and ran. She felt something in the side, probably a stitch. She slowly got up and held her head, a headache had appeared, she felt weird. She turned around to go back to the sofa when shock and horror spread across her face. She was looking down at herself.
Sprawled across the floor with blood seeping out of her side, there was no one here to save her. To bring her back. She found herself standing there for a very long time, the room around her had darkened but her body could still be seen from the light coming through the window. What happened now? was there anything after death? there had to be, she was here looking at herself.
A small light shone behind her, so finally she tore her eyes away to see what it was. The cupboard under the stairs was where the light was coming from, so she cautiously opened the door and was immediately dragged down into the flaming pits of hell. The door slowly closed behind her, leaving her body there alone to be found. If it was to be found.
Determined, she moved fast off the sofa and grabbed at him, trying to stop him. There was a struggle but she fell to the floor, he grabbed whatever was near him and ran. She felt something in the side, probably a stitch. She slowly got up and held her head, a headache had appeared, she felt weird. She turned around to go back to the sofa when shock and horror spread across her face. She was looking down at herself.
Sprawled across the floor with blood seeping out of her side, there was no one here to save her. To bring her back. She found herself standing there for a very long time, the room around her had darkened but her body could still be seen from the light coming through the window. What happened now? was there anything after death? there had to be, she was here looking at herself.
A small light shone behind her, so finally she tore her eyes away to see what it was. The cupboard under the stairs was where the light was coming from, so she cautiously opened the door and was immediately dragged down into the flaming pits of hell. The door slowly closed behind her, leaving her body there alone to be found. If it was to be found.
Random 5 minute story
Challenged myself to write a random story on the spot. This is what happened....
All that could be heard was the slow ticking of a clock. The sound of somebody typing on a keyboard began and only got louder as they frantically typed away. In the room in the top of the house was a man, sitting at a desk, his fingers moving fast along the keyboard. He suddenly stopped and looked up at the screen, eyes darting across to assess the words he had written.
He made a noise as if in pain and closed his eyes for what felt like forever. When he opened them again, they looked bloodshot and sore. Blood suddenly began to pour down his face, coming from his eyes. He groaned as he began to type frantically once more. He had to get this written and saved before he died. The noise of the typing stopped and he fell ever so slowly onto the keyboard, his face mashed the keys, the screen began to display random letters along with the words he had written "this was no accident, it was her, she did this. I was so ready to leave my wife for her but she did this anyway. who ever finds this, tell my wife i love her and i'm sorryrhoziuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuds" the letters carried on as the noise of the house died down, until the clock and the error noise of the computer was the only thing that could be heard.
All that could be heard was the slow ticking of a clock. The sound of somebody typing on a keyboard began and only got louder as they frantically typed away. In the room in the top of the house was a man, sitting at a desk, his fingers moving fast along the keyboard. He suddenly stopped and looked up at the screen, eyes darting across to assess the words he had written.
He made a noise as if in pain and closed his eyes for what felt like forever. When he opened them again, they looked bloodshot and sore. Blood suddenly began to pour down his face, coming from his eyes. He groaned as he began to type frantically once more. He had to get this written and saved before he died. The noise of the typing stopped and he fell ever so slowly onto the keyboard, his face mashed the keys, the screen began to display random letters along with the words he had written "this was no accident, it was her, she did this. I was so ready to leave my wife for her but she did this anyway. who ever finds this, tell my wife i love her and i'm sorryrhoziuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuds" the letters carried on as the noise of the house died down, until the clock and the error noise of the computer was the only thing that could be heard.
Thursday, 26 September 2013
The Jubilee Ghost
She was so glad she had put her coat on this morning, even this calm breeze would have blown through her sheer blouse. She wasn’t so glad however of the route she decided to take home. On her left was a tall dark building which seemed to be deserted, the ground floor windows and door were boarded up and the gate surrounding was chained. Even though she knew it couldn’t be, there seemed to be someone watching her. She looked around and saw no one nearby so she kept on walking, she would be back home soon.
As she crossed the road, she couldn’t help but look up at the higher floor windows, the feeling that someone would appear there overwhelmed her and looked away immediately, not wishing to see anything if it were to appear.
She had regretted her choice in footwear as well as her route, her toes were sore and the annoying clink of heels on the path in this silent street were setting her teeth on edge. One of the moments in life when she wished to keep silent and she had heels on. If only she had kept to her usual choice of converse, her passing through this street would have have been just as silent as the street itself, no interruption to this haunting street would have accrued. As she tried as hard as possible to quiet her footsteps, a faint noise caught her attention. Just loud enough to be heard over the noise of her shoes. It was crying. She stopped dead to hear clearer but the sound was gone, she hurried on, it must have just been in my head.
Her heart began to pound when in the corner of her eye she could see someone watching her, but not from the street, it was from inside the gates of the building. She daren’t look, what if the thing she saw was horrendous or maybe it wasn’t anything at all. She forced herself to look, there can’t be anyone in there. Her vision moved around to the buildings gate she saw that of course there was nothing there, her eyes must have played tricks.
How long was this building? It felt like she had been walking for ages and still hadn’t made it to the end. She should have gone the other way, she would have been home by now. As she kept on clicking down the street she saw that the building was ending and a small garden was coming up, still behind the gate. It made it even clearer that the building was deserted, the grass was overgrown and there was rubbish that had been either thrown in by people or by the wind. A sudden chill moved over her, the breeze had not blown but something in her felt wrong and once again she could feel someone watching her.
She once again couldn’t help but gaze at the large windows, these ones at the front of the building were huge and beautiful. As she panned across the windows, she realized she had stopped and saw the one thing she wished she hadn’t. A dark figure standing at the window she had been watching intently, it seemed be an elderly woman by the shape but that was the only detail to be seen. She couldn’t move, her feet were stuck were she stood, her eyes couldn’t tear away from the figure. Was this person or a ghost? or did she live in this place? Just when she thought it was over, a faint sound of a car emerged from the end of the street she was headed in the first place, this meant she was close to the end.
Why couldn’t she move? Was it fear? or was this figure simply not allowing her to move? Her eyes began to sting and it became apparent that she hadn’t blinked for some time. Almost as suddenly as the figure appeared, it disappeared. She blinked several times, water running out of her eyes with relief. As she looked away from the window, she started off for the street end, it must be close. Her heels were making a much louder sound now and her skirt was beginning to ride up her thighs but she didn’t care, she wanted to get off this street and never come back.
Through the noise of her heels, she once again heard a faint crying sound, and a yell of dire pain. Even though she knew she shouldn’t, she stopped again. As she began to turn around, her brain told her no, just to keep going, to get home safely, to not look back, especially after what she had just seen. But alas her curiosity got the better of her, as she spun around.
As she crossed the road, she couldn’t help but look up at the higher floor windows, the feeling that someone would appear there overwhelmed her and looked away immediately, not wishing to see anything if it were to appear.
She had regretted her choice in footwear as well as her route, her toes were sore and the annoying clink of heels on the path in this silent street were setting her teeth on edge. One of the moments in life when she wished to keep silent and she had heels on. If only she had kept to her usual choice of converse, her passing through this street would have have been just as silent as the street itself, no interruption to this haunting street would have accrued. As she tried as hard as possible to quiet her footsteps, a faint noise caught her attention. Just loud enough to be heard over the noise of her shoes. It was crying. She stopped dead to hear clearer but the sound was gone, she hurried on, it must have just been in my head.
Her heart began to pound when in the corner of her eye she could see someone watching her, but not from the street, it was from inside the gates of the building. She daren’t look, what if the thing she saw was horrendous or maybe it wasn’t anything at all. She forced herself to look, there can’t be anyone in there. Her vision moved around to the buildings gate she saw that of course there was nothing there, her eyes must have played tricks.
How long was this building? It felt like she had been walking for ages and still hadn’t made it to the end. She should have gone the other way, she would have been home by now. As she kept on clicking down the street she saw that the building was ending and a small garden was coming up, still behind the gate. It made it even clearer that the building was deserted, the grass was overgrown and there was rubbish that had been either thrown in by people or by the wind. A sudden chill moved over her, the breeze had not blown but something in her felt wrong and once again she could feel someone watching her.
She once again couldn’t help but gaze at the large windows, these ones at the front of the building were huge and beautiful. As she panned across the windows, she realized she had stopped and saw the one thing she wished she hadn’t. A dark figure standing at the window she had been watching intently, it seemed be an elderly woman by the shape but that was the only detail to be seen. She couldn’t move, her feet were stuck were she stood, her eyes couldn’t tear away from the figure. Was this person or a ghost? or did she live in this place? Just when she thought it was over, a faint sound of a car emerged from the end of the street she was headed in the first place, this meant she was close to the end.
Why couldn’t she move? Was it fear? or was this figure simply not allowing her to move? Her eyes began to sting and it became apparent that she hadn’t blinked for some time. Almost as suddenly as the figure appeared, it disappeared. She blinked several times, water running out of her eyes with relief. As she looked away from the window, she started off for the street end, it must be close. Her heels were making a much louder sound now and her skirt was beginning to ride up her thighs but she didn’t care, she wanted to get off this street and never come back.
Through the noise of her heels, she once again heard a faint crying sound, and a yell of dire pain. Even though she knew she shouldn’t, she stopped again. As she began to turn around, her brain told her no, just to keep going, to get home safely, to not look back, especially after what she had just seen. But alas her curiosity got the better of her, as she spun around.
She came face to face with what looked like the figure from the window. This time she could see all the detail of her. She had a very old dress on that looked dirty and tattered. Her hands were bony and gripping onto the shawl around her shoulders, as she looked down she saw a small girl clinging onto the woman’s dress. Her hair was matted and it was all she could see of the small girl other then the dress she wore. It was a once pretty summer dress, which must have had a lot of wear as it had now turned a yellow grey colour.
It was the last place she wanted to look, but she slowly peered up at the old ladies face. What she saw almost made her scream but only a gasp came out, the old lady had no eyes, just black holes where they should have been and her jaw was wonky. It was set too far to the left, but was set just as high as anyone else. This woman had blood and scars across her face and neck. Her hair like the girls was black and matted, and had once been up in a bun.
Without any kind of warning, the old lady grabbed her and sunk her bony fingers into the her eyes. The pain was excruciating but she still couldn’t scream, only whimpers came out. After what felt like eternity the fingers came out of her eyes but there were no eyes left. She could still feel the ghost woman there in front of her. Once again with out warning the old lady struck, this time in her stomach. Her bony hand seemed to go all the way through her and she collapsed to the floor. The small girl gripping onto the woman began to laugh as the final breath of the girl escaped.
It was the last place she wanted to look, but she slowly peered up at the old ladies face. What she saw almost made her scream but only a gasp came out, the old lady had no eyes, just black holes where they should have been and her jaw was wonky. It was set too far to the left, but was set just as high as anyone else. This woman had blood and scars across her face and neck. Her hair like the girls was black and matted, and had once been up in a bun.
Without any kind of warning, the old lady grabbed her and sunk her bony fingers into the her eyes. The pain was excruciating but she still couldn’t scream, only whimpers came out. After what felt like eternity the fingers came out of her eyes but there were no eyes left. She could still feel the ghost woman there in front of her. Once again with out warning the old lady struck, this time in her stomach. Her bony hand seemed to go all the way through her and she collapsed to the floor. The small girl gripping onto the woman began to laugh as the final breath of the girl escaped.
Wednesday, 4 September 2013
First story...
It was a clear night in the summer of 1842, a young woman clothed in a delicate ivory night dress slept soundly inside a grand four poster bed, the curtains surrounding her were of a pale patterned red. Only the best was good enough for the mayor's daughter, she insisted on the best bed and bedding to allow her to get the sleep she needed. Her dark locks of hair delicately framed her face, once she has turned in her sleep, no doubt dreaming of tomorrow and her quest to entice the young man Mr Harrington.
The window on the far side of the room, made a small whine as it creaked open and a flow of dark mist began to seep through the crack. As the mist moved past the white curtains, moon light shone across the large room. The peculiar mist gleamed in the moon light and travelled across to the large curtained bed. It began to take form beside the young woman, suddenly there before her was a young man, dressed in what could only be described as victorian attire. He wore a frock coat which was unbuttoned to reveal a dark green vest beneath, his cravat had been discarded long ago. His trousers were a very dark grey with pinstripes running down them but his shoes were a thing of disgrace. They looked very worn, as if he had worn these for too many years already. The young woman would never know the fate that would befall her.
She continued to sleep silently as the figure crept towards her. Almost on her, he caressed her neck with his slender fingers and his head bent down to her. In the darkness, a flicker of gold shone from his vest pocket, a golden chain hung over the young woman. As he moved closer to her neck, two long teeth protruded from his mouth. He couldn't wait any longer, he sunk his teeth into her neck and finally felt calm. Her sweet blood was like a shot of adrenaline, it coursed through his veins as she still slept. After being completely filled and content he moved away from her but did not regret what he did, he may of taken her life but it was necessary and he loved it. He did enjoy the hunt a lot more, the teasing and the running, the fear most of all. Tonight however he was desperate, he needed the blood, this was time for sport. He smiled to himself, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and vanished like a fog. He left her there with only a lick of life left, and her last lifeline trickling down her slender neck.
The window on the far side of the room, made a small whine as it creaked open and a flow of dark mist began to seep through the crack. As the mist moved past the white curtains, moon light shone across the large room. The peculiar mist gleamed in the moon light and travelled across to the large curtained bed. It began to take form beside the young woman, suddenly there before her was a young man, dressed in what could only be described as victorian attire. He wore a frock coat which was unbuttoned to reveal a dark green vest beneath, his cravat had been discarded long ago. His trousers were a very dark grey with pinstripes running down them but his shoes were a thing of disgrace. They looked very worn, as if he had worn these for too many years already. The young woman would never know the fate that would befall her.
She continued to sleep silently as the figure crept towards her. Almost on her, he caressed her neck with his slender fingers and his head bent down to her. In the darkness, a flicker of gold shone from his vest pocket, a golden chain hung over the young woman. As he moved closer to her neck, two long teeth protruded from his mouth. He couldn't wait any longer, he sunk his teeth into her neck and finally felt calm. Her sweet blood was like a shot of adrenaline, it coursed through his veins as she still slept. After being completely filled and content he moved away from her but did not regret what he did, he may of taken her life but it was necessary and he loved it. He did enjoy the hunt a lot more, the teasing and the running, the fear most of all. Tonight however he was desperate, he needed the blood, this was time for sport. He smiled to himself, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and vanished like a fog. He left her there with only a lick of life left, and her last lifeline trickling down her slender neck.
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