Samples
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The beginning of my novella: Utopia.
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The water was disappearing. No one knew how or why but it couldn’t be stopped. When the hopes of survival began diminishing along with it, somewhere in the world a rumour sparked.
It’s said that there’s a utopia where all the water that disappeared was gathered. This rumour spread like wild fire to all those people out there struggling to put food into their mouths, creating a frenzied search. It brought hope.
The rumour reached the ears of a teenage boy and his family. The news was on, the only noise in the household. The reporter had make-up slathered all over their face in a wasted attempt to hide her hollowing cheeks as she spread the rumour even further across the globe.
People were growing senseless.
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In the middle of my novel: Shape Shifter.
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“Please leave me be, take Alice on a tour for now.” The Master smiled wanly.
Sinte nodded once and ushered me out the room. “Things would be much easier if you were to fall in an accident, or get killed by some other person,” he said to me with a huff as we closed the door behind us.
I nodded slowly, but I’d much rather stay alive.
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A poem titled Death.
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The wind whistled past,
Tumbleweed blew by in my mind’s eye,
An eerie silence lingered.
This is what I imagined,
That place of your own,
Alone.
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Beginning of a post apocalyptic story.
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In a house, the lights were off and the only light was the flickering of a candle. Two siblings huddled together in the living room, eyes glued to the last bit of technology still working. The television screen occasionally flickered to the multiple coloured bars before the news came back on.
Stay inside, stay inside.
That was all Theresa could hear as she hugged her younger brother’s head of chocolate brown hair for comfort.
“Did you hear, Jeremy?” she whispered to him as she cast a glance at the locked door and sealed windows in the house. “Stay inside, no matter what, okay?”
Her brother, at a mere nine years old, whimpered and hugged her arm. “Where’s mummy and daddy?” He tugged desperately on her sleeve.
Theresa fought back a tear in her own dark eyes. “They went to heaven,” she could only answer.
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Beginning of a horror story I haven't named yet.
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The scream was textured, as it should. The gurgles and the screeching before the final cut were exhilarating. Lolity’s blade seared through the neck of her victim. The head tumbled off the body that fell with a thump. The blade was promptly cleaned before being tucked away into her dark coat. She adjusted her tie and fixed her short, black wig. It itched, and that annoyed her. In the end she pulled it off and let her pale blond hair fall across her shoulders.
The moonlight shone only on her hair. She smiled as she looked up at the rest of the buildings in which slaughter would occur that night. Leaving the bleeding body in the dark alleyway where it stank up the night air, she darted away in the distance. She fixed her wig back on, tucked away loose strands of hair, and pulled out her knife once more.
Further down the alleyway she left, pressed against the cold wall, was a boy. He was trembling. He clutched his yoyo which he had gone to retrieve after dropping it out of the window of his apartment. He glanced up, terrified, as he watched the girl’s shadow climb up the stairs in the yellow, dim light. His parents were up there.
Uttering a small squeak, he dropped his yoyo. It rolled into the pool of blood. He stopped still, unable to tread over the carnage in front of him. So instead, he began to sob. He sank down the wall and put his head in his knees. The only other sound that night other than the screams above him was his cries.
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