Scribblers' Haven discussion

Welcome to my planet, Sherlockians, Whovians, Abbeyers, Potterheads, and all other fanatics that I am forgetting, welcome. If you don't like BBC than get out. Also, Twihards. You are not welcome...

Here I will post my awful writing, and i expect criticism. I will yell at you if you compliment me.

I'm gonna read it, and I'm gonna compliment it. So Get ready to yell.

Here is the first installment of an awful story. It might have cursing, but i don't think it does.

(view spoiler)[I first noticed his hands. They were wrinkled, dirty, and callused, like he had done a lot of hard work in his life. They were clasped together in a praying motion, and as my eyes traveled over the rest of him, my mind kept returning to them. He was sitting in a rocking chair, just watching the cars go by, and when he heard us approach him, he turned his head and smiled, most of his teeth missing. His eyes shone with intelligence, inviting us closer with the kind look in them. We cautiously approached, and when we were about 5 feet away, we both bowed. He nodded, and beckoned us to stand up. We did, glancing at each other with apprehension.
“What can I do for two young travelers?” he asked, his voice creaking like his rocking chair.
I stepped forward, nodding my head in respect. “We were told you could help us.”
He looked at me with an annoyed look on his face. “I gathered as much. What do you need help with?”
Ray stepped forward, also nodding his head, “We are looking for someone.”
The man turned his exasperated look to him, “It would be easier to help you if you told me the name of the person you are looking for.”
Ray blushed, and as a cover, I quickly replied, “We are looking for an 18 year old by the name of Hero. Hero Clark.”
The man looked back at me, and then closed his eyes. “Hero Clark was killed around a week ago in that building.” He said, then clasped his hands back into the praying position, and ignored us like we had never existed.
Ray’s face turned white, as did mine. “Thank you, sir.” I said, and then the both of us turned in the direction of the building.
Around 2 stories, the building had an ominous feel to it. Ignoring it, we started to walk towards it, holding on to the other’s hand like it was our lifeline. The building was run down, and as we got closer, we saw that the automatic doors were stuck open, and the other doors were hanging off of their hinges. Glancing at each other again, we stepped in.
The floor was covered in dust, and there were footprints clearly marked. Deciding that was the best bet, we followed them, being cautious and as quiet as we could be. Ray banged against something, and I winced as it made a loud crash. After that, there was no reason to be quiet.
After about 5 minutes, we saw the first sign of life. A rat scurried across our path in the same direction as the footprints, and we followed it. The body was lying on the ground. Ray gasped, and ran over to it, not noticing the man standing about 5 feet away in the shadows. I barely had time to shout a warning before the man grabbed him, placing a knife at his neck.
“I was wondering when people where going to come looking.” Came a deep, gravely voice.
“Let him go.” I said, my voice as strong as I could make it; I was determined not to show that I was scared.
“How about… no.” he replied, tightening his hold on Ray, a stripe of blood appearing at his throat. (hide spoiler)]

yeah, this was really good Aiyana. Much better than mine was. you used much more descriptive language than I did, and I like yours better all in all.

It is not better than yours Ethan.

I really like it but I agree about the prayer thing that Litera said.

I agree with Litera completely - other than what she said, it is fantastic and I can't wait for you to post more!

I think that yours is better. Mines to fast paced, I'm going to run out of plot soon. yours is slow and descriptive, which is much better.

Litera-Thank you thank you thank you thank you.

Here is a somewhat bad poem i wrote ages ago...


Slavery, the bitter word
That cost so many lives
The taste that lies on my tongue
Though I was one of the free

I grew up with them around me
They would work while I would play
Some would taste the taste of freedom
Most would work until they died

Some were whipped
Some were beaten
The luckiest, only yelled at
Some people tried to help,
to change the lives harmed by misery
Most, didn’t care

We are all children of the gods, children of this world
People learn every day, young and old.
Civil Rights came eventually
Now everybody knows the taste of freedom.
I am still reminded now and then of one famous quote,
“A person’s a person no matter how small”

And this is another one... For some reason my poem inspiration comes late at night...

I’ve always wondered,
Why people never ask me,
Why I read.
I don’t know why,
But they never do.
I’ve always wanted to tell someone,
So I am going to tell you.

I read to fly,
To get away from this world,
And dive into someone else’s imagination.

I read to be free,
From ostracization, school,
And life in general.

I read because,
When I read, I am happy.
And I feel like I can do anything,
And no one can bring me down.

I read because,
I can dive into someone else’s life,
And problems,
And I can forget about my own.

I’ve always wondered,
Why people never ask me,
Why I read.
I don’t know why,
But they never do.

Can someone tell me why we have to wait till January for Downton Abbey, Next Summer for sherlock, and November 22 for Catching Fire? I am dying of longing over here...

And Fall 2013 for House of Hades.

Everyone is determined to kill every fangirl on the planet. Cripes.

YES!!! People roll their eyes when I start talking about Doctor Who, Sherlock, Downton Abbey, or any of the other fandoms I am a part of.

They're the weirdos, not us.

Exactly.

(view spoiler)[Chapter One-Zoe

I first noticed his hands. They were wrinkled, dirty, and callused, like he had done a lot of hard work in his life. They were clasped together, as if he was praying, and as my eyes traveled over the rest of him, my mind kept returning to them. He was sitting in a rocking chair, just watching the cars go by, and when he heard us approach him, he turned his head and smiled, most of his teeth missing. His eyes shone with intelligence, inviting us closer with the kind look in them. We cautiously approached, and when we were about five feet away, we both bowed. He nodded, and beckoned us to stand up. We did, glancing at each other with apprehension.
“What can I do for two young travelers?” he asked, his voice creaking like his rocking chair.
I stepped forward, nodding my head in respect. “We were told you could help us.”
He looked at me with an annoyed look on his face. “I gathered as much. What do you need help with?”
Ray stepped forward, also nodding his head, “We are looking for someone.”
The man turned his exasperated look to him, “It would be easier to help you if you told me the name of the person you are looking for.”
Ray blushed, and as a cover, I quickly replied, “We are looking for an 18 year old by the name of Hero. Hero Clark.”
The man looked back at me, and then closed his eyes. “Hero Clark was killed around a week ago in that building.” He said, then clasped his hands back into the praying position, and ignored us like we had never existed.
Ray’s face turned white, as did mine. “Thank you, sir.” I said, and then the both of us turned in the direction of the building.
Around two stories, the building was run down, and as we got closer, we saw that the automatic doors were stuck open, and the other doors were hanging off of their hinges. The building had an ominous feel to it. Glancing at each other again, we stepped in.
The floor was covered in dust, and there were footprints clearly marked. Deciding that was the best bet, we followed them, being cautious and as quiet as we could be. Ray banged against something, and I winced as it made a loud crash. After that, there was no reason to be quiet.
After about five minutes, we saw the first sign of life. A rat scurried across our path in the same direction as the footprints, and we followed it. There was a body lying in the pathway, with a knife in its chest and a pool of dried blood around it.
“Why didn’t they do anything with it?” Came a small, quiet voice, clearly about to cry. It took me a few minutes before I realized it was mine.
“I imagine they where scared off by something.” Ray replied, his voice cracking in the middle of the sentence.
I nodded, looking back at the body. “What should we do with it?” I was wary of going near it, I was always uncomfortable near dead bodies.
“We could burn it.” He replied, equally wary.
“Where?”
“Here looks fine.” He gestured to the ground, where there where bits of wooden doors and other wood things. I nod again, and we both start gather wood, placing it around the body. I pulled a rose from my breast pocket, and placed it on her body, arranging her hands so that they where wrapped around it. Ray pulled out a lighter, and with a sad look on his face, placed the flame on the pile of wood.
We both watched it burn, tears streaming down my face, Ray looking like he was trying not to cry. I pressed a button on the cuff at my wrist, and a light flashed out of it, scanning the barcode on the side of her neck. The cuff would then send out a message to everyone who knew Hero, telling them about her death.
After that, we swept the ashes into a airtight canister, placing it in my bag. We looked at each other for a long minute, then without speaking a word, started walking out of the building.


Chapter Two- Ryan (female)

I slowly walked out of the house, careful to not make any of the boards creak. I pulled my shoes on outside, then started walking through the knee deep snow. By the time I got to school, I was soaked, shivering, and my hair had snow in it. Just before the door, I stamped my feet in an effort to get the snow off of my boots, then walked inside. Once I was inside, I glanced around, hoping not to see anyone. Seeing no one, I walked quickly to my locker to change out my books and stuff my coat in it, before walking to class. I always kept my head down while in school, not wanting any of the ‘popular’ kids to tease/bully me. With an abusive mother, and no father, you grow a hard shell.
Ms. Carter was my favorite teacher, teaching home-room and English. Me and her got along well, and she took care of me after she saw me come to school with bruises on my face and arms multiple times.
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I changed some. I know the chapter is really short, and help on all of it is welcome.

Thank you!

this looks good to me, but I wasn't reading it looking for grammatical or spelling or punctuation errors, but the content of the essay looks good.

Thanks!

It took about 3 days of research before I actually started...

It's not for sure, this is an application essay...

I hope I get it... Only 8 students from my school get to go...

*laughs really hard*

Thank you so much!!!

Here is my first try at a new genre, so its probably worse than my regular writing.


The pen moved slowly, a trail of ink following its path. The candlelight flickered across the still wet ink, making it glow. I watched as he carefully made a dot to end the sentence then place the pen down on the table. He rubbed his eyes, his glasses placed on the table next to him. Pushing them back on his nose, he looked at me, and nodded with a smile before pushing back his chair and making his way out of the room.
I watched him go before hurriedly going around the table, my skirts making a swishing noise. With eager eyes, I carefully picked up the sheet of parchment, letting my eyes read the words on it; even though I was not supposed to. A loud thump warned me that someone was coming back in the room, and carefully, I placed the parchment back where it had been. I hurriedly walked over to my chair, and picked up my neglected piece of sewing, just as the door opened.
“My, child, what are you doing still up?” came a stern voice, and I suppressed a sigh. “No matter, get on to bed with you.” She said, not letting me have a chance to reply. “Yes ma’am.” I said in a quiet voice, standing up and curtsying. She smiled fondly at me, and I nodded before scurrying out of the room. My mother always scared me, she could deal out the worst punishments.

Alexis wrote: "Ethan {Hardcore Whovian} wrote: "I'm gonna read it, and I'm gonna compliment it. So Get ready to yell."

AGREED. Hahaha. Hope you've got some serious lung-power, Aiyana."

Oh, Yep...

Here is some of my Futuristic story... It is a little messed up, because I am not sure whether or not to add the Ryan part or not, and it probably has tons of grammatical errors.

(view spoiler)[Chapter One-Zoe

I first noticed his hands. They were wrinkled, dirty, and callused, like he had done a lot of hard work in his life. They were clasped together, as if he was praying, and as my eyes traveled over the rest of him, my mind kept returning to them. He was sitting in a rocking chair, just watching the cars go by, and when he heard us approach him, he turned his head and smiled, most of his teeth missing. His eyes shone with intelligence, inviting us closer with the kind look in them. We cautiously approached, and when we were about five feet away, we both bowed. He nodded, and beckoned us to stand up. We did, glancing at each other with apprehension.
“What can I do for two young travelers?” he asked, his voice creaking like his rocking chair.
I stepped forward, nodding my head in respect. “We were told you could help us.”
He looked at me with an annoyed look on his face. “I gathered as much. What do you need help with?”
Ray stepped forward, also nodding his head, “We are looking for someone.”
The man turned his exasperated look to him, “It would be easier to help you if you told me the name of the person you are looking for.”
Ray blushed, and as a cover, I quickly replied, “We are looking for an 18 year old by the name of Hero. Hero Clark.”
The man looked back at me, and then closed his eyes. “Hero Clark was killed around a week ago in that building.” He said, then clasped his hands back into the praying position, and ignored us like we had never existed.
Ray’s face turned white, as did mine. “Thank you, sir.” I said, and then the both of us turned in the direction of the building.
Around two stories, the building was run down, and as we got closer, we saw that the automatic doors were stuck open, and the other doors were hanging off of their hinges. The building had an ominous feel to it. Glancing at each other again, we stepped in.
The floor was covered in dust, and there were footprints clearly marked. Deciding that was the best bet, we followed them, being cautious and as quiet as we could be. Ray banged against something, and I winced as it made a loud crash. After that, there was no reason to be quiet.
After about five minutes, we saw the first sign of life. A rat scurried across our path in the same direction as the footprints, and we followed it. There was a body lying in the pathway, with a knife in its chest and a pool of dried blood around it.
“Why didn’t they do anything with it?” Came a small, quiet voice, clearly about to cry. It took me a few minutes before I realized it was mine.
“I imagine they where scared off by something.” Ray replied, his voice cracking in the middle of the sentence.
I nodded, looking back at the body. “What should we do with it?” I was wary of going near it; I was always uncomfortable near dead bodies.
“We could burn it.” He replied, equally wary.
“Where?”
“Here looks fine.” He gestured to the ground, where there where bits of wooden doors and other wood things. I nod again, and we both start gather wood, placing it around the body. I pulled a rose from my breast pocket, and placed it on her body, arranging her hands so that they where wrapped around it. Ray pulled out a lighter, and with a sad look on his face, placed the flame on the pile of wood.
We both watched it burn, tears streaming down my face, Ray looking like he was trying not to cry. I pressed a button on the cuff at my wrist, and a light flashed out of it, scanning the barcode on the side of her neck. The cuff would then send out a message to everyone who knew Hero, telling him or her about her death.
After that, we swept the ashes into an airtight canister, placing it in my bag. We looked at each other for a long minute, then without speaking a word, started walking out of the building.


Chapter Two-Ryan

I slowly walked out of the house, careful to not make any of the boards creak. I pulled my shoes on outside, then started walking through the knee-deep snow. By the time I got to school, I was soaked, shivering, and my hair had snow in it. Just before the door, I stamped my feet in an effort to get the snow off of my boots, and then walked inside. Once I was inside, I glanced around, hoping not to see anyone. Seeing no one, I walked quickly to my locker to change out my books and stuff my coat in it, before walking to class. I always kept my head down while in school, not wanting any of the ‘popular’ kids to tease/bully me. With an abusive mother, and no father, you grow a hard shell.
Ms. Carter was my favorite teacher, teaching homeroom and English. Her and me got along well, and she took care of me after she saw me come to school with bruises on my face and arms multiple times. She smiled when I walked in, first looking me up and down to make sure I didn’t have any bruises.
“Hello Ms. Carter.” I said, smiling brightly at her. Ms. Carter is the only one who can pull a smile out of me.
“Hello, Ryan dear how was your night?” Her sweet voice concerned.
“It was good, Mother came home drunk, then went to bed. She hasn’t woken up yet.” I replied, leaning against one of the desks, crossing my legs. She smiled, looking me over again.
“New boots?”
“Not really, I just found them in the back of a closet.” I said, and she nodded, smiling. I walked over to my normal desk, the one in the back corner, diagonally across from the door. My book was calling me, and I smiled as I pulled it out of my bag and got lost in the new Harry Potter book that had just came out; the fifth one. I didn’t look up as people slowly trickled in, at the beginning of the year, I memorized when each person would come in, and it is rare that the pattern is broken. The bell rang, and Ms. Carson stood up. I sighed, and then closed my book, placing a hand on it as I sat up straight, my eyes following her. As usual, she did attendance first, Erik, a hockey player, first, and me last. We all looked up as someone pushed open the door; nobody ever came in right as attendance was being taken, usually right after, but never during.
The first thing I noticed about the boy as he walked in were his piercing, dark blue eyes. They shone with intelligence, almost as dark as the ocean. As I looked him up and down, I heard the sighs of the other girls at the sight of new eye-candy/flirting outlet, and I rolled my eyes, leaning back and closing my eyes. I opened them and watched him and Ms. Carson converse, sighing with annoyance as I realized that the only open seat was right in front of me. Sure enough, Ms. Carson pointed to the seat, and he came towards me, his dazzling smile almost blinding.
Ms. Carson continued like nothing had happened, and I tried to pay attention to her, but every single girl in the class had their eyes on him, and were practically drooling, and its kind of hard to concentrate while hearing multiple sighs.
Finally, after about fifteen minutes, class was over. I stood up, swung my bag over my shoulder, and walked out of the room as quick as I could, hoping to get away from this new kid. No such luck. For some reason, he decided to ask me how to get to his next class, acting very polite about it too.
“Hello? I was wondering if you could point me to the math classroom.” Came a quiet, accented voice right after a tap on my shoulder. I turned in surprise; no one ever voluntarily spoke to me in a nice way. “Just follow me, I’m going there as well.” I said, sighing and waving him forward. He smiled, and walked beside me. “I am Augusté Blanchette.” He said, holding his hand out to shake. I shook his hand, once, “Ryan Wood.” I replied stiffly, and then continued to walk towards class. “Here it is.” I said, waving in the direction of the door, and then walking in. I made straight to my seat, also in the corner diagonal to the door, and watched Augusté go up to the teacher, Mr. Morten. I placed my head in my hands as I realized that again, the only open seat was right next to mine. I was probably going to have to sit next to him for all of my classes; In pretty much every single one at the beginning of the year I would choose the desk in the back so that nobody would sit around me. Crazy, but the people here like sitting in the front and middle more often than the back.
Augusté smiled at everyone he passed as he made his way to the seat next to mine. “Hello again.” He said, smiling brightly at me. I rolled my eyes and ignored him. Give it five days, and he will be the most popular kid in the school, I thought. I only looked up when Mr. Morten started the lesson, taking careful notes on whatever Calculus thing we were talking about.

Sure enough, the rest of the day, Augusté sat next to me in every class. It was a relief when three o’clock came around, and I could finally get away from him. As usual, I went to the school library after school, not wanting to go home in case my mother was there.
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And here is more
(view spoiler)[Chapter Two/Three-Ray

I walked behind Zoe on the way out of the building. I could tell she was more upset than she let on, and I figured she would need some alone time. Silently, we walked towards the HoverCar, me getting in the drivers seat and her in the passenger seat. The drive was about an hour, and we didn’t talk at all, some music softly playing out of the speakers. Finally, we got to what used to be the Seattle Space Needle around 70 years ago, now part of the headquarters for the Government (Gov). “Here we are.” I said, startling Zoe out of the daze she had been in.
Swiping our cards on the thingy beside the door, we walked in, nodding to the person at the front desk. The elevator dinged as it arrived, and we stepped on it, along with about five other men and women all wearing business clothes. It took about five seconds until we were at our level, and we walked out, bumping into people by accident.
“Ah, hello Zoe, Raymond.” came a deep, gravely voice; one that sent chills down my spine. Haimili… even thinking the name sent dread trickling over me. “What are you doing here?” Zoe asked as we walked forward into the stark white entryway. The secretary at the desk seemed to be frozen, and I knew instantly what had caused it. Other people were frozen in mid stride, walking down one of the hallways or frozen at the secretaries desk. Zoe looked at me, and I nodded, trying to be reassuring. “I had some business” he replied, not stating what his business was or anything. Neither of us could see him, Haimili always hid in the shadows, and I guessed that he was somewhere in plain sight, just blending in; like a chameleon. Zoe looked at me again, and I grabbed her hand, squeezing it reassuringly. “What type of business?” she asked, her voice calm and collected; not showing her fear. “That is for me to know and you to find out…or not. Now, I must get on with what I need to do, and I would prefer it if you didn’t scream. It makes it such a hassle when they scream.” This time it was me who glanced at Zoe. She looked back at me, silently asking me what we could do. I shrugged, turning back around, searching for Haimili. If I was going to die, I would like to face it head on. After about 5 minutes of searching, I still hadn’t found him. I looked back at Zoe, but she was obviously thinking hard about something, and even though it wasn’t usually wise to interrupt her, I did. “Zoe, don’t you think if he wanted to kill us he would have done so by now?” I said as quietly as I could. She nodded, but didn’t say anything. After another five minutes, I was getting impatient. “Are you going to kill us or not?” I snapped, glaring in a random direction. He laughed, “No, not today I am afraid. I have business that I really must be doing. But rest assured, someday I will come for you, and nothing will be able to save you.” He replied, and I heard muffled footsteps disappearing down a hall. I looked at Zoe, confused, and she looked back at me, her eyebrows furrowed. A sudden sound made us both jump, and we looked wildly around for the source. Luckily, it was just the Secretary, starting to be unfrozen. Soon, the entryway was buzzing with noise, people picking up right were they had left off, not having noticed the 20 minutes that they were frozen. Zoe wiped her palms on her jeans, turning to me again. “Shall we go?” she asked, gesturing down the hallway. I nodded, and we started walking down the hallway, passing black doors with silver nameplates along the way. At the end of the hallway, there was a double door, both black, with a silver nameplate, stating something related to the secretary of death… Not exactly what youre probably thinking. Everytime the government gets wind of someone important dying, this secretary types up information about the person into the database. Not surprisingly, she has a very busy job, and she is also very important. Zoe raises her hand and knocks three times. A muffled voice calls, “come in!” The door opens, and we both enter. The room is plain, two white walls and two black walls, with a black desk and chair, and a couple computers. Sitting in the chair, a young woman, around 24 years old, types at a computer, her hands almost a blur. “Ah, Zoe, Raymond. Lovely of you to drop by. Sit down sit down.” She says, her words almost as fast as her hands. We drop into the chairs, and two glasses of iced tea and a plate of cookies landed on the desk in front of us, the robot arm already disappearing into the ceiling. “So, who is dead?” she asks bluntly, still typing fast. I take a cookie, “Hero.” I reply simply. She glances at me, her hands slowing down. “He-Hero?” she asks, stuttering slightly. “Yes Elidi, Hero.” Zoe says, drinking some of the iced tea. Her hands stop and she puts her head in them, rubbing her eyes. “I always knew that it would someday happen, but never this soon… Hero was only 18…” she says, her voice clearly holding back tears. “And another thing.” Zoe says, not even trying to comfort Elidi. We both know that she will just shove off any attempt, so its better not to try. Elidi looks back at us, her eyes surprisingly dry. “Yes?” she asks, her voice cracking. “Haimili was in the building not five minutes ago.” Zoe says, folding her arms and taking another sip of her tea. Elidi turns white, a stark contrast to her flaming hair. “Hai-Haimili?” she asks, her voice shaky, more so than earlier. “Yes.” I say simply, standing up. “We had best be off, thank you for the tea and cookies, lovely to see you Elidi.” Zoe stands as well. “yes, we must let you get back to work. Call me later and we will talk.” She says, reaching across the desk and squeezing Elidi’s hand before starting to walk out of the room, pausing to make sure I am following her. I nod to Elidi, and follow Zoe out of the room.

Chapter Three/Four-Zoe

Ray walks ahead of me as we walk down the hall and into the elevator. Obviously tense, we are silent as the elevator drops us off at street level. Outside, it is raining, and I am glad for my black raincoat. Pulling out a hat, I put it on, not wanting my hair to get wet. The rain seems to wake Ray up, “Do you want to go get some food before we go?” he asks, his hair flattening onto his forehead as the rain pounds down. I nod, and hurriedly we half-walk, half-run towards a restaurant. The restaurant is warm, and smells like good food, and we smile at each other as we walk up to the hostess. Silently, she takes us to a booth near the back, leaving us with our menus before going back to her station. I take off my coat and hat, my face pink and my hair getting curlier.
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Thanks! ((Is there any criticism you can give me? please?))

Ugh. *rolls eyes in fake exasperation*

What?

THEY ARE NOT WELL DESERVED.

Aiyana, A PotterWhoLockian wrote: "And this is another one... For some reason my poem inspiration comes late at night...

I’ve always wondered,
Why people never ask me,
Why I read.
I don’t know why,
But they never do.
I’ve always wa..."

You know, I feel exactly the same way. Have you shown this poem to me before Aiyana?

Nope, I don't believe I have, but I could be wrong...

These are a couple random and unfinished pieces of writing that I created when I was bored...

1st one: (view spoiler)[The black smoke spewed from her mouth, swirling up into the air. I knew I shouldn’t be near her, my mother always told me to stay away from those smoking crazies, but I was mesmerized. She glanced at me, raising one perfectly trimmed eyebrow, her red hair tumbling down over her shoulders. “We aren’t the crazy ones, darling.” She said, her voice husky from the smoke. I noticed a little bird tattoo, right on her left temple, and another one on her neck. “What?” I asked, my voice dry from underuse. She laughed, the sound tinkling through the air, “I said, ‘we aren’t the crazy ones, darling.’” “What do you mean?” I ask, walking closer to her as if under a spell. “Oh, nothing, darling, would you like to sit down?” she asks, gesturing to a spot on the bench next to her. I nod, and sit down, crossing my legs. She smiles at me. I don’t know what to say, so I sit there, watching the rare passing by of people, just breathing in the air. “What are you doing out so late?” she asks, blowing another spew of smoke. “I could ask you the same thing.” I reply, looking at her and raising an eyebrow. “Ah, a smart one. Now, you had better go home before your mother starts to worry.” She laughs, standing up herself, looking down at me expectantly. “I guess.” I reply, wrinkling my nose. “Here, darling, whenever you need me, give me a call.” She says, handing me a white business card. I take it, looking at her, confused. “Why would I need you?” I ask, and she just smiles mysteriously. Without saying another word, she melts into the shadows and is suddenly gone. I sit there for a minute, thinking about that strange encounter, before running all the way back home. The two story house welcomes me, and I smile as I hand the footman my coat. I sneak up to my room, hoping my parents wont hear me. Thankfully, neither of them do, and I quickly get ready for bed. I lie in bed, listening to the ocean splashing against the rocks, and think about that strange encounter.
I ran through a dark, cold, forest, the mist surrounding me so I could barely see. I knew I had to keep running, but it was hard. Tree roots appeared, not giving me enough time to go over them, making me stumble and fall. As quickly as I can, I get up, running again. “Help me!!!” comes a high pitched scream, and it takes me a minute before I realize it was me. A person looms in the darkness, and I try to stop, but I tumble into her. She steadies me, her red hair a bright spot in the fog. “You only had to ask…” she says, and before I can tell whats happening, we are tumbling through light and sound.
Sweaty, I wake up, breathing hard like I really did just run. Glancing around, I realize it is getting lighter out, but it is still early morning. I get up shakily, going over to my bathroom and pouring myself a glass of water. I drink it, glancing at myself in the mirror. A pale, pasty face looks back at me, green eyes wide. Gulping down the rest of the water, I walk back to my bed, climbing in and falling asleep as quickly as I can.

I wake up to the bustle and clutter of people waking up, the smell of toast wafting up to my room from the kitchen. One of the maids walks in, smiles and nods at me, before quickly tidying up and then leaving. Soon after, my clothes designer walks in, pulling out my clothes for the day and sending me to the shower. I wash off as quickly as I can, then go back out to where she is waiting for me. I pull on the clothes, a dark blue shirt with a black pencil skirt, and without saying a word, she starts to work on my hair. She arranges my hair in a bun on the back of my head, a few stray curls escaping and framing my face. Expertly, she does my makeup and nails, making a bit of chit chatt, then leaving the room. I walk down the stairs, some of the household passing me, without saying a word. Casually, I walk into the dining room, slumping into one of the chairs. “Elidi, do not slouch.” Comes the firm reprimand from the end of the table. I wrinkle my nose, but sit up, pulling my half of grapefruit towards me. I eat, not listening to my parents converse until my dad says my name. “Elidi, this package is for you.” He hands me a small box, a white label across the top. I raise an eyebrow, taking the box. “What is it?” I ask curiously, knowing he already knows. “We do not know. Not anything dangerous, but still confusing.” He replies, continuing to eat. I raise an eyebrow, but don’t question him. Quickly, I finish my food, “May I be excused?” I ask my mother in the sweetest voice I can manage. She nods, continuing to eat and talk to my father.
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2nd one: (view spoiler)[The fog was dense, you could barely see my hair in it, and that’s saying something as on a clear day you could probably see the bright red curls from a mile away. I could see a dark shape moving towards me, but I couldn’t tell who it was until she was about two feet away from me. Aricia ran towards me, her bag bouncing on her hip, and her cheeks pink from the cold. Without saying a word, she handed me a letter, then ran off. Walking faster, I open the letter and hold it close to my face, inspecting it.
Dearest Kiara,
I write to inform you that I am coming to visit, and you all shall be expecting me at around four o’clock tomorrow. There is something of the upmost importance that I must discus in private with you, and I believe we should do it the day after next.
I hope we shall see each other soon,
Your loving sister,
Niamh.
I sigh, and start to move quickly towards home. Soon I arrive, and as quickly as I can, I take off my hat, vail, and my jacket. I walk into the sitting room, where my mother is lounging, and my younger sister is reading a book, and flop down on a chair, crossing my feet and leaning my head back. They both greet me, and I nod lazily, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. “Niamh is coming.” My sister says, not looking at me and flipping another page in her book. “I know.” I reply, taking another lungful of smoke. She rolls her eyes, but doesn’t say anything. “You should go get ready for the party.” My mother says, flipping another page in her magazine. I nod, stubbing out the cigarette. Casually, I get up, walking out of the room and up the stairs. My maid bustles past me into the room, and I follow her, flopping down on my bed. “What would you like to wear tonight?”
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3rd one: (view spoiler)[I always thought of her as rainbow girl. The main reason being her hair, the bright strands every color you could imagine. Another reason being her personality. She could always make me smile, even when I was having a really bad day. I think we met when I was 12, she was 11. I always hated being the new kid, everybody would always tease me, and leave me out. My sister always said that boys had it easier than girls, because boys didn’t care or something. She was wrong. I don’t think my nerdy glasses and unfashionable clothing helped matters. The rainbow girl came up to me when I was sitting alone at lunch time, even then her hair was rainbow, pulled back into a bun on the top of her head, and sat down next to me. I don’t even remember what we talked about. I never really thought about it, but she disappeared now and then for weeks on end. She had helped me become friends with some of the boys, and she had kind of faded into the background, I never really noticed her. I should have paid better attention. This is the story of the Rainbow Girl (more commonly known as Elidi), and all of our… adventures.

Elidi walked right past me, the red, orange, yellow part of her hair whipping me in the face. “Hey!” I said indignantly, grabbing the ends so she had to stop. She slapped my hand away, rolling her eyes before continuing to walk. “You know we don’t have much time. Lets go.” She retorted, the annoyance clear in her voice. I sighed, tugging on the collar of my shirt, following her. “I still don’t get why we have to wear these ridiculous clothes.” I said, fixing my tie. “Just shut up. Do you want to get caught?” she hissed, turning her head to glare at me again. I tried not to laugh, her face looked so weird with all of the makeup. “I thought that was the point of these clothes, to use as a cover.” “Shut up.” She hissed, turning back to look at the beach house. I sighed, but decided it would be best to do as she said. Glancing back at me, placing a finger on her lips, she stood up, and ran around towards the
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4th one: (view spoiler)[The quill moved slowly, a trail of ink following its path. The candlelight flickered across the still wet ink, making it glow. I watched as he carefully made a dot to end the sentence then place the pen down on the table. He rubbed his eyes, his glasses placed on the table next to him. Pushing them back on his nose, he looked at me, and nodded with a smile before pushing back his chair and making his way out of the room.
I watched him go before hurriedly going around the table, my skirts making a swishing noise. With eager eyes, I carefully picked up the sheet of parchment, letting my eyes read the words on it… even though I was not supposed to. A loud thump warned me that someone was coming back in the room, and carefully, I placed the parchment back where it had been. I hurriedly walked over to my chair, and picked up my neglected piece of sewing just as the door opened.
“My, child, what are you doing still up?” came a stern voice, and I suppressed a sigh. “No matter, get on to bed with you.” She said, not letting me have a chance to reply. “Yes ma’am.” I said in a quiet voice, standing up and curtsying. She smiled fondly at me, and I nodded before scurrying out of the room. My mother always scared me; she could deal out the worst punishments.

My room was dark as I walked in, my candle the only source of light. Sleep took me instantly, I barely had time to pull of my dress and toss it on the chair before it took me.

The darkness suffocated me, and it took me a second before I could breathe normally. As quietly as I could, I placed my feet on the cold, wooden floor and stood up. I walked in the direction of my desk, relying more on feel than on any of my other senses. Fumbling for a minute, I found the matches, and carefully, I lit one. The spark made a little hiss, and as quickly as I could, I lit the candle on my desk. Blowing out the match, I shook my fingers, having burnt myself slightly.
Carefully, making sure not to make a sound, I reached into the bottom drawer of my desk; the locked one, and pulled out the small bottle of ink and an elegant quill. I reached into the drawer again, and pulled out a small piece of parchment. Slowly, making sure not to spill a drop, I opened the inkbottle. My quill was already ready, and I dipped it into the ink. The first few letters were a bit shaky, but soon they got steadier. Slowly, I copied out the words I had practiced so often in my head. It took a while, but it was worth it. Placing my quill down, I stepped back to admire my work. Pleased, I quickly blew on it to dry it faster, then folded it up and placed it in an envelope. I placed the seal of my family on it, then blew out my candle, climbing back into my bed.

I woke to the sounds of the household waking up, the soft pitter-patter of the maids feet, and the smell of breakfast wafting tantalizingly up to my room. Stretching, I sat up, just as my maid, Rose, opened the door. “Good Morning Ma’am.” She said, dropping into a quick curtsy. “Good Morning, Rose.” I replied, stifling a yawn. She smiled, and bustled about. Stretching again, I walked over to the window and pulled back one of the curtains, looking out across the countryside bathed in morning light.
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Thank you Lex, I didnt mean for them to be connected, I think I was attached to red hair and the name Elidi the day I wrote them.

Yeah, I noticed that there were a lot of gingers throughout the stories.

There are also at least two Elidi's...

Wow, didn't notice that. I did notice that you ditched the acadamy though, why did you do that?

The Academy thing?

yeah, the group.

Oh, yeah I did.

why?

Wait WHAT? why?

I am not willing to deal with people in that group

okay... Ummmmmmmm... details plz?

What kind of details?

details about why you are not willing to deal with people in that group.