Creative Writing: Blackhearts

For a moment CinderLeaf stood startled at the warrior’s impatience. Is he that mouse-brained? He could get himself killed by doing this sort of stuff, CinderLeaf thought to himself. With an irritated sigh he turned to SpeckledTail. “Well, we should probably go and help him before he gets himself killed”.

“Some people say I was lucky to survive, other will say I deserved it for the choice I made. I’m here to say I was lucky, it’s never ok to say your life isn’t worth living even at your worst you can always look forward tomorrow will come and if you put your mind to it you’ll see that anything is possible.” – Stephen McGregor Professional Paralympian

“I am Nathan Andrews. I have come to explore and study this magnificent castle.” Before he can ask her to introduce herself, she’s attacking him. With expert instincts, his hand pull the sword from its sheath with ease in time to block a blow. “Woah! Wait! What did I do wrong?”

“What the hell do you mean he moved away 4 months ago?” I yelled at my mother and she shushed me. “Babe, it’s important to keep calm at this time during the pregnancy.” She said as she took me back inside. I didn’t care but I did care at the same time. This was my only child, it was a miracle I had even kept this child and not had a miscarriage. This baby kept me alive, and in return i kept her alive.

The horse was running and would not stop the tiger was right behind the horse and let out a giant roar. The lion started to claw at my tail and the tiger came off, he was loose now and the horse came crashing down. Quickly the horse got back up and started to run, the tiger right behind him and was gaining distance. The tiger leaped onto the horse and started to claw him.

Once upon a time a few centuries ago I was a little girl who was energetic and adventurous, but one day all of that changed. I was in the yard playing tag with my sister and two brothers but then we heard “the bell.” The bell meant the sickness, black plague, was in town. When the people began to hear the bell they ran all over the place causing a panic and knocking on doors making sure everyone knew what was happening.

There were drinks.Was she drunk? She doesn't think so. The dark glitter of many bottles on an island unit in a kitchen, architect designed; ceiling lights dimmed, and sequins on the women's clothes catching the secret rays. An evening party in a festive season, in a Western city, black night beyond the front door and guests taking off the still cold coats in the hall. Silhouettes, and a young man's voice complaining the loss of a budget.Voices fluttering like paper cut-outs, that's what she remembers, her sense of detachment.Not a drunken detachment, she's sure, though who can ever be sure? She was distracted, certainly, she was wondering where her boyfriend had got to. She stepped out to the hallway to look for him, and in that moment, a

I puffed, my chest quaking as short gasps left my throat. Sam, the dickhead, trudged past me and into the living room. My hand curled slightly around the door frame, trying to regain my balance before my knees buckled. I finally shut the door with a soft thud.

There was a skull trooper that lived in the dark depths of wailing woods also known as the beast and there was a

“Have you given up yet?” Walter winced, incredulous at the scornful query he heard from the despicable man standing in front of him, as he fought to stand up, sweat dripping from his forehead, pain ravaging his chest, hands shaking, breath uneven, slight blurring. “Given up?” Walter repeated with great disbelief, smirking while he reached for his sword. “I should be the one asking you that.” sneered Walter as he promptly examined his opponent. The man laughed boisterously from the other side of the arena while limping towards Walter, rapier clutched tightly in a bruised hand, silver blade reflecting sunlight, blood cascading from his leg creating a path of red behind him. “I wouldn't be so irresponsible to let the princess marry a savage like

"Well, that's why they call me a merc, pet. Don't much care who I haveta kill." He lit a cigarette and held his pose against the Bronze's rusted side. He had to admit, Sunnydale was an interesting little town in its own right. Hellmouth a flutter, cute little Slayer to nip his heels; some of the local music outfits weren't even half bad. He could picture himself taking a short term job here. Sample the local nightlife, cause fuss where he could. The Bronze had reeked of Slayer power to him before she'd even introduced herself, and he almost found himself intrigued.

A cool breeze runs over my skin, relieving me from the heat. I kneel, plucking wildflowers from the thick grass. Veida stares out into the mountains, her hair, as black as night, flowing in the wind and shining in the sunlight. Squinting my eyes against the light, I stare up at her face, covered by the ivory mask.

“You have to help me trade all this meat and fur first.” Fianna gave a silent laugh in reply. “Father, do I not always help you trade?” The man made a faked shocked expression, staring at the huntress with widened eyes. “Have you? I have yet to take notice!” Fianna nudged her elbow into her father’s side in an agitated but playful kind of manner. “I do believe your eyesight is failing you, father of mine.” Sasha motioned behind them at the furs and meat of the past weeks game. “If so, explain how I still hold my title as the best hunter in Velti!” Fianna tapped her chin to make it seem as if she were thinking up a

“But, he’s right,” he proclaims. “You didn’t see the darkness in his eyes when he nearly ripped the taster’s head from his shoulders. If you had, you too would be more afraid and frighten about the beast that has just been unleash on this kingdom.”

The Butcher was there. She could see his body laid out, unconscious perhaps. All the fears of a possible gunfight or ambush was immediately swept away and slowly she made her approach, both hands on the hilt of her weapon as she approached, one booted foot ahead of the other, until she was standing a few feet away from the man. He looks…like one of ours she found herself thinking as she examined the man’s form, in his black jumpsuit. No, he isn’t one of us. He’s an animal. With a dart, she reached forward and yanked the sidearm from his holster, as well as the knife.