Day 13. Monday means story time :)

Last week I gave the blogsphere two passages of a little story that I would like to continue every Monday, this will let me tick off one of my new years resolutions and let me have some fun knocking away those Monday blues. (However tired I am, like tonight). I am really as I worked 14 hours yesterday non stop so it will not be much of a start I am sorry.

I call my story The Kingdoms Reckoning,

There is not point of pretending I am going to get back to my blissful sleep, sun has slithered through the cracks of the dusty blind and angered my senses. Yet excitement is brewing within me, I breathe in hard and exhale the butterfly’s into the chill of the night, dragon’s breath rolls out and vanishes into the dusk. With light seeping through the blinds the outline of my graduation cap and gown hang as if they are draped around a ghost. A ghost that would proudly walk upon that stage themselves and accept the token of freedom, taking mockery at my nerves.

It is only a passage tonight folks, Its 21.46 and I am off to bed.

Night, L

x

Weekly Writing Challenge: Cliffhanger second part of the story … Day 7

I think my mind has settled now, the everlasting echos of the gun shots were just a whistle in my mind. Layers of other sounds had made their way into my dreams, a low humming of orders on repeat and an overriding bussel of voices saying strange things about blood, healing and Ethan.

EHTAN… my mind shouts, I have not yet dared open my eyes since the first bang. So much happened in that short space. Ethans body over mine, four five body-shocking rounds of fire, that must have been the point i was either shot or blacked out. How my body felt it was the latter of those. It must been evening now, the sounds of nurses and doctors has subsided but a humming of orders rang somewhere behind my ear. My body felt badly bruised, it was finally time to face the wreckage and open my eyes. The light burnt my dry eyes, 3 white curtains surrounded my tin bed. I kept as still as I could not to arouse any suspicion of my consciousness, I couldn’t clearly remember why I should be cautious I know something happened last night but it was as if my mind had been clouded. I shake my suspicions, I know this hospital to be safe. It was my second time in this hospital and fourth time in my life, mother used to say I had a habit of finding trouble.

My body aches and bones creek as I shuffle of my bed, in my mind I only came here last night but my body feels like it has been lying still for days. Inching slowly towards the curtains. I stop in shock, two nurses stop on the otherside of the white sheet muttering about the recent death of a solo.

‘That boy could have been the one, he had the eyes of a Solo thank goodness someone got to him before he caused trouble.’ said one of the nursers

He had not been tested yet, it could have been a default’

Ouch…’ Oh no that was too loud, as soon as I had spoken the cloth had been whipped back and two pale women stood in horror staring at me.

‘Why are you out of bed lady, you are in no fit state to be walking around the ward’

‘I am sorry mama’ I gently whisper, its probably best to act naive I don’t see how i am going to get out of this one. ‘I..I was just wondering about my friend, Ethan Cross, he came in here with me last night’ There! it was there something on there faces when I said his name it was smugness or there is something they are not going to tell me.

‘Little lady, yes your friend came with you in here the other night but did not make it through the nigh, we did all we could, but you should not have been playing on the lines the current nearly killed you too’  one of the nurses cooed to me as she ushered me back into bed.

But that information did not make any sense, I believed he was dead no one could have survived the gun shots,  but everything she just said was a lie. Let the nurse think I believe it, I make that a mental note in my mind. It would be easier to get out of this hospital if they think i am on their side. My eyes are to heavy to keep open for much longer and I start to drop back off to sleep, when I notice the low whistling of rules getting louder in my head, then Flash my white sheets are covered in a projection of our current leader Ely his bright blue eyes piercing the white cotton. The projecting flickered all our rules and in hypnotizing tones told me to forget always forget. Then something clicked in my mind, That was it, that’s how they were preventing the whole of the country from knowing the truth, we were all being hypothesized into forgetting the past, the war, the real reason people just vanish. Magic was behind those eyes, and powers did exist.

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Hope that wasnt too bad, It was a tad rushed as I am going out now to the cinema,

Night everyone, x

L

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Day 2!

Tie up 2nd and 3rd with a little red bow

Tie up 2nd and 3rd with a little red bow

Dear Diary,

I said I would talk about my ambitions for this year. I usually go too far and have dreams that I will never reach. I am going to take a leaf from last year resolution, where I told myself just to keep working in my industry and get contacts. I did it and now love my job. Soooo this year I am technically stepping it up a bar. Here is my list of things I would like to achieve.

          Write  a blog … This is self-explanatory

          Go to America…I just have that craving, something is pulling me out there and I want to find out what it is.

          Write more of my book… I have an epic idea; however I just can’t seem to jot it down.

          Go to NZ… To see my family, ideally I would love to go for Christmas.

          Spend new year somewhere other than my hometown

          Work out where I want to go next in my job… this could last a lifetime.

          Figure out why I feel lost… Maybe the above will help this one out, maybe the deal breaker of the year.

All bar one I feel I am able to do these challenges in a year; It would be great not to feel lost or have to feel I need a purpose, but something is missing. Last year I worked and worked I don’t think I had a proper weekend, so this year I am going to take the time to care for the part of me that feels lost. WOW that’s a lot of feelings in there!

P.s I thought that I would add that because my journal does not have enough days for the whole year, I am splitting the pages. I have decided that I will only post what I write when I have completed both sides. I could not help putting a little picture up tho 🙂

Night!,

Love L