Blaize: A Fictional Narrative

“I’ll never hit you in the face where it will leave a mark...” The words rushed in, taunting. The cold emptiness in the tone, like he was there in the room, whispering in her ear. And all at once, the fear was back. The raw fear that gripped her body like a vice and left her gulping in air. In a panic, she whirled her head around the room. She was alone. Relief flooded her, but the sickening butterflies remained. She gripped the counter until her knuckles turned white; outlining the jagged scar more prominently, and she fought to steady her breathing, blink back the tears, focus on something else.

The anger flowed through her veins and killed her mind as if it was a deadly toxin to her spirit. Her eyes which were once full of innocence and happiness were now full of fire and would kill anybody in their path. Just by looking into her burning stare would slash you into tiny, bloody pieces. No one that knew her would be able to recognise her, as the girl they once knew was gone, and it was all because of him; the vicious, cold-blooded

“Wedded to her in lust…. Terror…. Jack was on top of the sow, stabbing downward with his knife. Roger found lodgment for his point and began to push till he was leaning with his whole weight…. Terrified squealing became a high pitched scream.”

As she hastily made her way through the long-winded hallway, the realisation of her husband being away at war suddenly hit her. The delight evident on her face swiftly turned into an expression of extreme woe. Heartbroken by the fact that he was missing this major milestone, her eyes were a waterfall, dripped with salty tears down her

The grasp on the girl’s face grew unbearable, and with teary eyes, her mouth was popped open, the feel of the glass container neck spreading chills throughout her. Burning clear

"Struck down by the heat, the sow fell and the hunters hurled themselves at her." The image created is the first provocation of sexual activity, showing the eagerness and desperation in the boys as they quickly grasp their opportunity. "She squealed and bucked an the air was full of sweat and noise and blood and terror." Sentence constructed short, where repetition of ‘and ' creates phases to emphasise the sinisterly images using the emotive language of the sows screams and the mood of the environment. "Jack was on top of the sow, stabbing downward with his knife. Roger found a lodgment for his point and began to push till he was leaning with his whole weight. The spear move forward inch by inch and the terrified

"I gouged his eyes out..." His eyes erupted into a cascade of sorrow as he silently sobbed. I could only stare for the longest time til my mind could comprehend the possibility.

He came out the shadows after her, making noises again, and she was running and laughing wildly, all her fear sucked up by the thrill. He caught her and swung her around, and she couldn’t breath.

Terrifying shrieks filled the air as dark blood trickled down his body. He lay on the road, worn down, the blood staining his clothes, creating a stream down the road. He thought of his life, why he hadn’t realized what horrible acts he had committed. He thought why he had to be a fireman. He thought why was there no good in this world. He lay there waiting for his final seconds to quickly pass. “Farewell,

“Stop hurting me,” the child sobbed as Pawl poked around Wallace’s raw injury. “Please, Mam, please…”

Yo, remember back on the boogie when cats used to harmonize like Yo, my men and my women Don't forget about the dean, sirat al-mustaqim Yo, it's about a thing If ya feel real good wave your hands in the air And lick two shots in the atmosphere! It's been three weeks since you were looking for your friend

Erza and I faced Malise, Erza was smirking and Malise spoke, “Whats got you all smily?”

In the instant before I tightened my grip, I felt the cloud of his breath on my face... I squeezed as hard as I could: I felt the windpipe convulse beneath my fingers and the Adam’s apple twitch like a grizzled heart. ‘Squeeze harder, dear.’ said Mrs. Grant in an oddly soothing voice... There was a crazed look in Mr. Hardie’s eyes and I was afraid to let go, for if I did, he would surely kill me.”

Her eyes lit up with lust for blood, “You see Clement I can sense it. Rushing through you, a fountain of youth, inches away, the only separation? A pitiful layer of thin skin.” She flicked his neck and turned. “I won’t forget about you. Surly that anger in you has boiled your blood. I do love when the liquid moves…”

Blood. Ablazing red ran through my veins. The feeling of acrimony possessed me and rage blinded my sensibility. I stared straight ahead and got loss in my memories that held me back from moving on. I ran straight ahead towards the man. The man I once loved and respected, but now he is nothing but a pusillanimous monster. The blood seeped through the cracks. As tears slipped down my face, we both charged towards each other as I kept my pain held back.