Mazeala6303
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- Posted: Fri, 10 Apr 2009 20:58:09 +0000
Okay so this is the first part of a story I have been working on, and I'd like to get the opinions of some more experienced writers.
Keep in mind that I am only in eight grade, and I don't think I'm too bad for my age. Also, if you are just going to be rude and have nothing productive to say don't post. Thx blaugh
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Well that's my short little excerpt, let me know what you think
Edit: There have been multiple requests from people for me to do more, and there is more. I just stopped here since this is where the drama ends. If you wish to read the rest PM me, and I will be more than happy to send it to you. Beware it's pretty long.
Keep in mind that I am only in eight grade, and I don't think I'm too bad for my age. Also, if you are just going to be rude and have nothing productive to say don't post. Thx blaugh
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It was dark and cold, and I was much the same way. The moon was black in the sky, even the stars hid their face. In that darkness a massacre was about to occur. And I, an 8 year-old girl, was to be in the thick of it. An armada of tall and muscular men stood before me. The faded gleam of a far away street light reflected off their silver chest plates. Their skin faded into the run down alley walls, and only their hateful eyes even acknowledge me. By reading their body language I reasoned that I wasn’t seen as a threat. Big mistake…
The largest one grinned, his angry, amused brown eyes traced over me.
“I’m sorry, little girl, but you’re going to die now.” He laughed. It was a joke to him, easy pay, he must think. That was the joke to me, I grinned, awaiting the assassin. He seemed disheartened by the fact I was not afraid, and ordered his men to charge. Then… it was over.
Vines of gargantuan size tore through a soon-to-be-empty corridor. Thorns that measured at least two feet in width shot like bullets through the bloody halls. There was no time for screams in this chaos, they were ended before they could even begin. Life was like mildew being shaken from tender leaves. And in it’s midst I stood, unharmed. They should have been stronger. If they wanted to survive in a world of witches, that was. I counted the dead bodies, 128. They sure did send a lot of people to kill me.
I woke. Screaming. My bed was soaked in cold sweat, and my usual waves of white-gold hair hung limp to my body. The events of the past flooded back into my head, it was though some dam had broken that released them all upon me again. I shook them out. I had put that bloody past behind me. My name, Minka Evaline, and you could say I was born at age ten. I am twelve years old, and I am not who I used to be, not what I used to be. I flew to the mirror and examined myself.
Some things never change. My eyes are always the same, a flashing violet, just as intimidating, just as exotic, and just as daring. For any other girl, it would be a good thing, a pretty eye-catcher. For me? Not so much.
I blew a strand of hair from my face and showered. A hot shower calmed my nerves, and I was ready to begin my day. I awaited the arrival of the rising sun, while taking my time to do as I pleased. The darkness felt homey, but cold.
I could see the darkened sky through the single window in my apartment. I had a small home, but a larger space was unneeded. I was the only person who lived there, but I wasn’t alone.
An onslaught of barking erupted from behind a closed door. I opened the bathroom door, and my two year old Labrador emerged. She burst from the empty door frame, going as fast as she could on her three legs. Her dark eyes sparkled with life, and I figured that Niena, would never stop being playful. Her body had three legs, but her spirit had four. Niena was my inspiration, because maybe I was the one whose spirit had three legs.
The largest one grinned, his angry, amused brown eyes traced over me.
“I’m sorry, little girl, but you’re going to die now.” He laughed. It was a joke to him, easy pay, he must think. That was the joke to me, I grinned, awaiting the assassin. He seemed disheartened by the fact I was not afraid, and ordered his men to charge. Then… it was over.
Vines of gargantuan size tore through a soon-to-be-empty corridor. Thorns that measured at least two feet in width shot like bullets through the bloody halls. There was no time for screams in this chaos, they were ended before they could even begin. Life was like mildew being shaken from tender leaves. And in it’s midst I stood, unharmed. They should have been stronger. If they wanted to survive in a world of witches, that was. I counted the dead bodies, 128. They sure did send a lot of people to kill me.
I woke. Screaming. My bed was soaked in cold sweat, and my usual waves of white-gold hair hung limp to my body. The events of the past flooded back into my head, it was though some dam had broken that released them all upon me again. I shook them out. I had put that bloody past behind me. My name, Minka Evaline, and you could say I was born at age ten. I am twelve years old, and I am not who I used to be, not what I used to be. I flew to the mirror and examined myself.
Some things never change. My eyes are always the same, a flashing violet, just as intimidating, just as exotic, and just as daring. For any other girl, it would be a good thing, a pretty eye-catcher. For me? Not so much.
I blew a strand of hair from my face and showered. A hot shower calmed my nerves, and I was ready to begin my day. I awaited the arrival of the rising sun, while taking my time to do as I pleased. The darkness felt homey, but cold.
I could see the darkened sky through the single window in my apartment. I had a small home, but a larger space was unneeded. I was the only person who lived there, but I wasn’t alone.
An onslaught of barking erupted from behind a closed door. I opened the bathroom door, and my two year old Labrador emerged. She burst from the empty door frame, going as fast as she could on her three legs. Her dark eyes sparkled with life, and I figured that Niena, would never stop being playful. Her body had three legs, but her spirit had four. Niena was my inspiration, because maybe I was the one whose spirit had three legs.
Well that's my short little excerpt, let me know what you think
Edit: There have been multiple requests from people for me to do more, and there is more. I just stopped here since this is where the drama ends. If you wish to read the rest PM me, and I will be more than happy to send it to you. Beware it's pretty long.
