The sacrifice

“Do you atone for your sins?” I asked in a simple manner.
“No! I didn’t do it,” the girl struggled in front of me trying to fight the bonds that trapped her. The physical bonds were not all that trapped her but the mental ones that she shared with our master.
“Please let me go,” she begged but she did not have a choice. She was given to me. Her sins were severe and she must pay the ultimate price. The knife rose high in the air- the blade shined in the light- and made the final cut; her blood spilled. The sacrifice complete.

Monkey

Monkey, monkey swinging from the vines (it was a very tall tree).
Monkey, monkey eating a banana (which he had stolen from his friend).
Monkey, monkey talking to a female monkey (he liked her).

Cows

"Did you hear about Barbra?"
"Nooo," she turned interested.
"They led her to the door" the other nodded
"Are you serious?" she asked.
"Didn't produce enough milk, she let herself go after the fourth husband. Its not surprising," the other moved, reaching down to grab a snack.
"Who will be next do you think?" she asked, worried, looking around at the other cows in the room.
"Neither of us, we have our heads screwed on. No male will ruin our milk."

Lemonade

Ugh, look at them. Sitting there. Tearing my very soul apart with every sip. I was told it was my destiny to become apart of the ade group but I didn't want to. I wanted to be free to roll and slide anywhere I wanted to, but I couldn't. It would bring dishonour to my family, to the very roots I came from. I was part of a long respected line of ade makers. To be cut, squeezed and drank. Every lemon is cut but to be squeezed...

distraught

She was distraught; they had ruined her day. How would she manage now? The ink flowed off the page; the words mixed together. The months it took her to complete this work, wasted. They laughed; it was fun for them to watch someone's hard work drain away. For they had never tried in their life's; they never had to. Everything was handed to them. That was it. They had to pay.

Free thinking writing...

The scrumptious gravel runs beautiful sadness as life drained away staining the road with colours of red. The once scrumptious gravel turned to turned to horrific tarmac. The cause of life unknown the cause of death known, completion of life terminated as life poured to the grown. Sadness plagued the bones of all life knew for it to had life, family, feelings though it caused no pain to begin but caused too much pain to end but that's how it works, life, death, to live, emotion causes life to be beautifully sad.

If you enjoy writing but find it difficult to get started then try free writing. All you do is sit with a pen and paper and write anything and everything that comes into your head even if it doesn't make sense. Leave your mind to wonder but not think, sometimes something great comes from it and you have the start of your writing.

End of the world...

My bouncing baby boy, cradled in my arms. For I knew we only had moments.

Trapped

Trapped. One chance that’s all I had and I lost it. Now I had two options. Die and then she dies or be thrown into the depth of despair that they call prison and be stripped of my magic then she dies. Either way I lose. This is my fault. They warned me but I need it. I needed it. Desperately. I could feel it draining away with each second. The feel of lightness. I needed it. I needed it.

“Well well well what do we have here?” the man in black kicked the body on the floor. “Dead” another muttered. “That’s a shame. We could have used him.” “You still can” called a female voice “move” she muttered at one of the figures. “Now the price” she stated “hm, his life to be bought back in turn for another” “what do you mean” he stuttered knowing exactly what she meant. “A life for a life” she looked down at the boy “such a pretty boy too. What a fine specimen for the Königin.” “He’s a traitor?” she turned to stare into the figures eyes “traitor? Please he is no traitor. He’ll make an excellent sacrifice for our internal greatness.” “Internal greatness? Wait Königin?” the man asked confused then it clicked. “You’re one of them!” he screamed “garrison’s get her” “and to think we could be civil. I only asked for one life but I’ll take more. Last chance” the garrison’s moved slowly around her “no? Okay. Ersticken.” With that she and the boy disappeared. The garrison’s looked widely around trying to find them but soon they could not. All that was left was the gasping for breath then silence.

“Wake up” she commanded the boy “You’re no fun if you’re still asleep” and he started to stir. “Good” she commented, nearly fully awake he took in his surroundings. “Where am I?” he asked looking up at the beautiful woman. “You are partially safe and you have two options. One will make you safe. One will well… make you dead. Probably” “what are the options?” she smiled “Option 1- you stay here. Make the Königin happy and expand your knowledge of who we are. Option 2- you leave. Possibly get caught by those monkeys die or be stripped. Your choice.” “What’s the price?” he said thinking it over “ahh smart too” she smiled “your sister” “no.” He stated “nothing is worth that.” “Noble too. How… refreshing. We don’t want to kill her like many want to. We have a child here. Powerful and dying.” The boy just looked at her while she continued “we’ve been watching you both. You come from a long line of magical beings, some with access to their powers. Others didn’t even know they had them. It all started in the old ages. 2015. The first of our kind came from your bloodline.” She paused. “So what?” he muttered “your sister is dying. Without magic she will die. Yours is what is barely keeping her stable soon she’ll be thrown into an oblivion and she will not survive but with our

help we can stop that. Like I said your choice.” She finished “what will happen if I give her to you?” “Good question. She will be infused with the magic of the dying boy and he will die she will survive. A life for a life.” “You said that before?” he asked “yes and your debt has been paid.” “What will happen to her?” “She will be alive that’s all you should worry about.” The woman replied “which option?” she asked “I guess option 1 then.” “Perfect.”

A scream rang out. “You said she would be fine, that she would be alive. You didn’t say she would be in pain!” the boy cried “She is the living death. Everyone that dies goes through her. She is alive I told you that.” The boy looked on sobbing at the sight of her contorted body as she continued to scream. He could not do anything. He was trapped.

The popular girls

Run. Run away and don’t come back. No-body wants you here. You’re just a little freak.


I’ve been at this school for two weeks and you already feel threatened by me. You strut around like you own the place, like you are in your own kingdom and everyone should bow down to you as if you were a queen. Well guess what you’re not and will never be. You’ll grow up; forgetting that you tormented and tyrannized the people that supposedly worshiped you. You were the queen bee of the school, the social butterfly. I’ve seen your species everywhere and you’re all the same. The pretty, wealthy and manipulative bitch that lives through the pain she spreads. What kind of life must that be? To be that damaged that you have to pass on that pain to someone else so that you can be happy, if you could even call it that. Yes I’m different. Yes I have scars. Yes I keep to myself but that does not make me a freak. It makes me, me and if you have a problem with that then you know where you can go. You think sending a little note will scare me? Make me listen to you and collapse at your feet? No it doesn’t. I’m here until the end so deal with it. Do you think I care about your kingdom? Maybe I should. Maybe I’ll stop your little tyranny over the people of this school. Maybe I’ll rule your little kingdom and give freedom back. Give people the freedom to do what they like, sit where they like, wear what they like. Time is running out for you and people are tired of it. I’m tired of people like you so I’m not running. You are. I’ll give you a head start but once that’s run out you best be warned. I have nothing to lose but you do. You have everything to lose. Piece by piece I’ll take it all. So sweetheart, start running.

Imaginary friend

Hey what are you doing? Don't get rid of that, we have so many memories from that! No don't box it up. Hey stop! You're making me disappear. You're forgetting about me. Please stop. I don’t want to go. I know you need to grow up everyone does but that doesn't mean I have to go. Please... I don’t want to go to that place. I don’t have long left but you can change your mind. My time is running short. I understand now. Maybe I'll see you again? please don’t forget...


80 years later...


She closed her eyes and the image of an old friend came to mind. "Hello friend. Not long now."

The three little pigs

I am the last pig in the three little pigs story and this is what really happened.
One day my friends (Jim and Jay) and I were shopping for ways to better our houses. Jim found straw, Jay found wood and I found brick. Later that day we had all finished and retired for the night.

The next day a wolf came through our little town. He sauntered to Jim's house and demanded to be let in. "No chance" Jim called and the wolf ran at the house knocking it over and swallowed Jim whole.
The following day the wolf went to Jay's house. The same thing happened and he swallowed Jay whole. I knew the next day it would be my turn but I had a plan.

The following day the wolf demanded to be let in my house. "No chance" I called and then the wolf tried the way that proved successful before but instead bounced from my walls. He refused to give in and climbed my roof where he climbed down the chimney and at the bottom he looked at me and then down the barrel of my gun. I shot him and there he laid dead.

It may have been a second, half a second, but it changed everything

The man, his wrists bounded behind him and his ankles tied in many loops; laid on the floor in a foetal position after collapsing for what seemed like hours ago. “Where is she?” he yelled kicking the man on the floor with every word. Coughing and spluttering
he tried to speak that he did not know. He thought she would be here by now but he was wrong. However he could not state this. He could not stop his torture. Another kick to the stomach caused more shooting pain up his chest. “They’ll be nothing left of you by the time she gets here” he stated pulling a knife from his pocket. “No” the man whispered. Kicks hurt but they were temporary what would happen next would destroy him. “Bring it” he yelled at the two standing behind the man on the floor as he tried to stand. “This will hurt you more than anything else will” he whispered leaning down and striking his leg with the knife causing a cut across his thigh. He was then handed a bottle which he proceeded to pour onto the wound. The man screamed in agony. “I’ll ask you again. Where is she?” The man just shook his head the pain had dulled but was still there. “Hold him down” he spoke to the masked two “I’ll give you one more chance. Tell me or you’ll start losing body parts” “I don’t know” the man whispered petrified
on the knife that was centimetres from his cheek. “Fine” the man took the knife and slammed it down on to the floor, slicing his finger off. The man screamed and screamed and screamed. “Shut him up” the masked men picked him up and shoved a gag into his mouth.
“Now that is nothing to what will happen if you don’t tell me where she is hiding” “I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know” the man repeated crying behind the gag. “This is endless” he muttered “how can you not know where she is? You were with her this morning
so WHERE IS SHE?” the man screamed into the man’s face. His face contorted in pain as the man pulled the knife back blood dripping from it. The masked men dropped him on to the stone floor as his life began to drain away. “You can still be saved. Just takes one call” he suggested calmly. The bang of a door was heard “hm interesting” he stated pulling a gun and aiming it at the man dying
slowly on the floor. “You’re too late” he stated to the figure coming closer to him, he smiled wickedly and pulled the trigger consecutively shooting the man first in the leg, then arm then finally the chest. “NO!” she screamed and ran forward trying to block the last bullet but it entered his head before she even moved a step. Collapsing by him she held him in her arms as his eyes stared blankly up at her.

It may have been a second, half a second, but it changed everything.

Little Red

Down a long and narrow path through the dark and twisted forest stood a cottage. Surrounding the door to this cottage was ivy and black roses. Through the front window next to the door, a little old woman could be seen in her rocking chair. She stared at the blank TV screen as she swung back and forward, back and forward waiting. Waiting for the knock on the door that promised her freedom.
A young girl sauntered into the dark and twisted forest following what she had been taught to do. The name of who she was visiting was tied to the woven basket she held in her hand with a death grip so not to drop the bottle of wine or cake. The girl was known as little red. She got her name from the cloak she wore which was the colour of blood; her face never seen due to the hood that shielded her from the world.

A snap of a branch alerted the huge beast to it's next meal. The girl continued along her way dodging the cracks and missing pieces of the path when the beast leapt in front of her with his teeth baring. "Lunch" he growled stepping closer to the girl yet she did not even flinch. Instead she pulled down her hood and stared into the beast cold black eyes. Fear rose in them as he realized who it was, turning he fled from the path. The girl put her hood back up and continued along the path.
After the long walk little red reached the cottage with the ivy and black roses surrounding the door. Little red knocked on the door and the quiet voice called out "little red please come in". Opening the door she saw the little old woman sitting in the rocking chair waiting patiently. Little red walked to the tiny table that stood next to the chair and placed the basket on it. Taking out the wine she poured it into a glass and handed it to the woman. "Thank you my dear" the woman whispered and downed the wine. Little red then handed the woman the cake. Little red then took down her hood and declared "you're free". The woman looked up at the ceiling and shut her eyes. Forever at peace.

Carrying her basket which held the empty bottle the girl strolled back through the forest when the beast again leapt in front of her. The beast stepped forward into the light and was seen for the first time not a beast but a wolf. "You will be my last meal because then I will be free." The girl only sighed in response, pulled down her hood and stared again into the wolfs eyes "you're free". His eyes slowly lost the light in them and the wolf collapsed on the path in front of her. Little red stepped around the corpse of the wolf after all her job wasn't over. She was the angel of death.

Survivor -full story

There stood a girl in the middle of the oncoming crowd. Surrounding her. Edging closer and closer. She didn’t move; her hands by her sides. An unexpected wind gushed around them. It didn’t stop the crowd, now they could be seen wielding swords, spears and trinkets. The girl was still perfectly still as her eyes glanced left and right as she took in her dangerous situation. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
“My name is Emiko and I’m a survivor” I whispered my eyes still closed. I didn’t move. I didn’t breathe. My muscles screaming at me to run. Get away from the approaching creatures. These were the things that wrecked my life snatching away everything I loved. “I can do this” I thought to myself then I was hit with the past.

The car flipped. I don’t know how I survived but I did. I was flung near the trees, their shadows clawing at me. My mother was near the upturned car; my father however was still in the car. They dragged him out
“Who are you?” they shouted at him.
“John Catesbrooke” he whispered and spat out the blood that filled his mouth. The urge to run to him overcame me but I knew I couldn’t. They dropped him to the ground and he looked at me mouthing run. I shook my head and looked over at my mother. She wasn’t moving. My father followed my gaze. Greif struck his face and he looked back at me. The figures turned back to him “what are you doing out here?”
“I... My wife and I are visiting family”
“Who else is with you?”
“No one”
“You lie” the man holding him pulled out a gun and my father glanced at me one more time mouthing go
“Who else is with you?” the figure asked holding the gun to my father’s head “no one” the gun went off. My father’s body slumped to the floor. Lifeless. I stumbled back in shock. I tripped over a rock and fell to the ground. I was concealed by trees. They couldn’t see me but I could see them.
“Leave her. Nothing we can do.” They all got back in the black truck and drove away. Leaving the carnage and my parents bodies for the world to see. A warning sent from them. This was now war.
“I can do this” I whispered to myself “survive this and I’m one step closer to winning.” I felt something brush against my arm. I reacted. My arm flew out and smashed into the creature. My burning touch sizzled against its face. Any human contact and these creatures burned. It was our defence and their weakness. It was their only weakness. They knew this before we did and they protected themselves well until we worked it out. The last of the humans. Those who can fight. The rest have been captured or killed by these creatures. After a while everywhere went silent. There was not a rustle in the air just the smell of burning flesh. I opened my eyes. The scene in front of me was extraordinary. The amount of creatures sent to assassinate me was double than the usual force. Is that good? Or is it bad? Is the number of assassins sent to for me increasing because our numbers are decreasing? I ran away from the fragments of flesh left from the fight. I had to find Ajay; he would know why their numbers had increased.

I arrived at the safe house. I hadn’t been here in months. After the attack on my family I escaped by hiding in the woods until Ajay found me. He had been hiding like me. We instantly became family for one and other. He too had lost his family but his house was set on fire when they were sleeping. His father and Ajay had gotten out when they realised that his little sister hadn’t followed them. His father had rushed back into the house to save her when the house collapsed. He waited in the woods until the fire had died out. That was when he realised that there was no chance his father and sister survived. We bonded over the loss of our families and together we found the safe house. A few month back I went with four other people to begin the process of taking back our world; I hadn’t seen him since then. I continued running until I saw the house in the distance. I began to walk towards the house; relieved to finally be home. When I noticed the front door open. It had been kicked in and was now swinging back and forth hitting something before bouncing back. I walked in and was traumatized at the scene that met me. Bodies of my friends laid scattered throughout the hall way. Zoe was the body trapped behind the door; I pulled at her arm to move her from the door it comes away in my arms. I fall back over another body. A boy I had never met before laid by my feet. They hadn’t just been killed they had been sliced to pieces. I crawled away from the vacant look in their eyes into the living room where I was met with more bodies of my friends and the ashes from the creatures. I couldn’t find Ajay; I hoped he wasn’t one of these bodies. I walked back through the hall covering my eyes from my friends. I ran up the stairs and saw Tina on the floor blood covered the front of her. I rushed over to see the light fade from her eyes. She was 6 years old. My disgust for these creatures grew even more. I felt physically sick from the state of my friends and from my hatred of these things. I walked slowly to the door of Ajay’s room. It was shut. I opened it; walking in. The room was desolate. Empty. Then I heard shuffling behind me; I turned quickly and saw Ajay.

“What happened? Are you ok?”
“They attacked us. Gassed us first, most of us was able to survive but then they attacked us while we were weak. Swords, knifes anything with a sharp blade. Chopping us to pieces. I was upstairs and didn’t hear anything until they crashed through the door. Then the screaming started. I couldn’t do anything. I was helpless, my friends were slaughtered in front of me and I could do nothing. Tina. Tina wasn’t fighting, she surrendered like we taught her but they stilled killed her. Cut her throat right in front of me. There was nothing I could do. I tried to run. I tried to get away but I couldn’t I just froze; they threw a knife. We are all dead.”
“You’re not dead. Let me see”
“I’m dying”
“No we can get help. Let me see”
“Emiko” he whispered then defeated, he removed the cloth from his neck. “I’m losing too much blood. Emiko leave they’ll be back”
“When did they attack?”
“Not long ago. Go.”
“I can’t”
“Leave me. I’ll see my family again” he smiled “Emiko thank you” they sound of tyres pulled up outside the house. He pushed me towards the window and I sat on the ledge ready to jump.
“Go I’ll slow you down. You’re the last of the human resistance” he smiled and I looked at him on more time then at the ground below me “Emiko?” I turned and his lips pressed against me. I gasped in shock
“I needed to do that at least once” then he pushed me out the window. I landed. Twisting my ankle, I ran. Hiding throughout the trees. They still saw me.
“Get her” they yelled chasing me. I ran for my life. All my training came back to me now. I couldn’t stop. I turned back to see them gaining on me. I ran even faster. My ankle screaming at me to stop; my muscles trying to force me to stop while my brain refused. Then I felt something prick my back. No not this. Then they activated it. I fell to the floor. They captured me. I was the last of the resistance and soon there would be no resistance. No one fighting this alien race. No one saving our humanity. I failed everyone. They would kill me or worse make me watch as they kill the last of my race. The last of the humans. If they were going to kill me I was not going down without a fight. They lifted me in their thick gloves. Protecting their skin from my scorching skin. They started walking bringing me back to their master so he can decide what to do with me. I glanced up at the creature’s soulless face. A mask of cruel colours swirled into one distorted face. I spat at it and watched the burning start. Fire lit up its dark contorted face. It dropped my left side and I turned spitting at the other holding my arms. I fell kicking the ones holding my legs. I landed on the ground hard. My back taking the force. I got up and pressed my hand into the face of the nearest creature, killing it. I did the same with the others. Reducing them to the smouldering ashes they deserved. Then something caught my eye. Ajay in the window. One of the creatures holding a gun to his head. It saw me and smiled; and set the gun off. Ajay collapsed. Dead. The wind went out of me as I screamed in terror. Then I felt a bullet pierce my chest. I went down too. My last thought. Peace at last.

The old black door

The stories told of an old black door
scary stories, right to the core
of a crazy man who went in
but now he's in a metal tin.

The door has been shut for twenty years
no reminders but their tears
they say you can still hear his screams
especially in your dreams.

The boy was just a juvenile
not thinking that his mission was suicidal
he ignored the warnings
as well as the people in mourning.

He opened the door
wiping away the gore
changing the past
thinking he would last.

Down the dark black hall
slowly he was reduced to a crawl
but then down came the knife
ending his life.

The stories told of an old black door
scary stories, right to the core
of a crazy boy who went in
but now he's in a metal tin.

The door has been shut for twenty years
no reminders but their tears
but just you remember
you only have one life don't waste it.

Hell

The fire that burned so bright awoke me from my slumber. The flames burned through the basement alighting all the bodies that had too been drugged and pulled into this once dark and dingy room now becoming the fiery depths of hell that had been described to us in vivid detail through out our miserable life's. Now it was real. Our hell.

My series

Would you continue to read this? This is the opening paragraph of a series I'm writing and I'm wondering if it would be read if I tried to get it published.

She ran. She ran from the shadow that seemed to be always in front of her. No matter what. No matter what she did. Turning left and right. Trying to lose the shadow, but how can you lose the thing that you can't see? As she stumbled into a deserted graveyard the moon casted a reflection over the graves. She jumped. Missing a grave by an inch but then cut off by the shadow. Turning again and running in another direction to then fall in front of a grave. She stared at it. Not believing what she saw. The grave read 'RIP Sabastian Cedric Dallin son of Cedric Dallin Born 14th June 1856 Died 24th October 1874'. She screamed. "So you've found my grave."

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Survivor writen by Abbie White

There stood a girl in the middle of the oncoming crowd. Surrounding her. Edging closer and closer. She didn’t move; her hands by her sides. An unexpected wind gushed around them. It didn’t stop the crowd, now they could be seen wielding swords, spears and trinkets. The girl was still perfectly still as her eyes glanced left and right as she took in her dangerous situation. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

“My name is Emiko and I’m a survivor” I whispered my eyes still closed. I didn’t move. I didn’t breathe. My muscles screaming at me to run. Get away from the approaching creatures. These were the things that wrecked my life snatching away everything I loved. “I can do this” I thought to myself then I was hit with the past.

 To be continued...

 

This should be getting published soon and when it does I'll post the rest of the story.