Wednesday 30 November 2011

Ooh, a follower...

Wow, I have a follower! (Sorry, I'm typing a lot of pointless rubbish today! Ahwell...)
Thank you Robin Snowscar! I feel like I'm not a total loser who sits on her laptop all day... So yes-THANKS!



Lynxia...

Blood and Water, Chapter 2 - A turn for the worst...

       The man moved like no other, clouding her thoughts forcing her into the cold metal cuffs she was powerless to stop. 
       "There, there Clare. You've been a very naughty girl, haven't you?"
       "Don't play dumb, Cole. You'll pay for this, The Alliance will see to that." And with that she spat in Anton Cole's face.
        "Tut, tut. Lack of authority and manners, I see. But don't worry, High Wisher Lyle will see to that. As of, ooh, the good five years you've been on the run, I'm now Salvation Wisher Cole." his roughly shaven face sneered at her pulling her by her hair. "Now into the car or I'll just have to harm that pretty little face of yours and have you delivered special delivery to your oh-so precious Alliance won't I?"
       And with that he looked her deep in the eyes clouding her mind and dragged her to his van parked right behind her own little Mini...








Next instalment coming as soon as I can be bothered to type it! ;D

Greetings, puny humans...

So..... Hmmm.... What to put, eh? Well I have a blog now! Yay! So I'll try and keep all you up to date in my day today life. (Which'd probably be pretty boring without all of you! So today I was off school because of strikes so instead I was at home on my laptop! Oh, and I had to do my physics, even evil geniuses like me have to do homework - is there no hope in the world????
So that's about it for now - bye!

Lynxia x (Shadow9 to some of you!)

So much space.... So little to write....

Okay... So I couldn't think of anything important to write so I'll just give you a little part of a short-story I wrote in English....


                        Blood and Water, Chapter 1 - Only escape


       She walked down the corridor to the door at the end. It was a cold iron with a kind of drained dead look that seemed to seep out of the walls. She pushed it open, still making no noise, and crossed the room to the boy in the corner. He was about 9, rocking backwards and forwards and humming what sounded like silent night, only more sinister. The room held a small bed, a chair and a table on which stood the boy's only clothes, grey, like everything else. She knelt down next to him and was not surprised when he didn't move. The stories that had leaked from its walls told outsiders that the people inside were abnormal. She coiled her fist behind her and made the air around his head vanish, she saw his eyes widen then a look of great relief crossed his face then the light behind his eyes vanish. She left counting the seconds...
       1, she walked out through the iron door and to the corridor on her left...
       8, nearly there, the window was still open...
       10, sirens blared alerting the 'doctors' that a patient has stopped breathing. She jumped and ran to the black car, only to find someone else leaning against it.
       "Damn." was all she had time to say.








Do you like it? If you do comment and I might type up the rest... 


^_^ - Mew!      - So random, apologies...