Tuesday, January 12, 2010


Dear Phyllis...

Sorry I haven't posted in a while....I kinda throttled the internet.
Well actually it was only a week but still thats a long time for me.

I would like you to meet my future husband..


Isn't he dreamy.

Okay so i'm really not into Gossip Girl that much. I don't understand all those petty little problems that those rich skanks have but I do quite enjoy staring at Ed Westwick who plays Chuck Bass. I also like his bad-assness :).

I've been quite boring latrely...although I don't think I have ever been all that interesting so i'm going to share with you one of the stupid stories I wrote for an assignment last year.

The Haunted House on the Hill

The old wooden floorboards were creaking under his feet. Were the rumours true? Phillip was on an investigation for the Notting Hill police. He was on a solo operation as it was not supposed to be dangerous, but he was thinking that he should call in back-up. Were they really dead? No one had been in the house to check, but they hadn’t been seen in weeks. The ‘Robinsons’ were never really big in the community and their immense house on the hill stood out like a sore thumb compared to all the little cottages in the surrounding area. But their absence was disturbing, no one knew if they were going on vacation but if you owned a Mercedes wouldn’t you at least park the garage if you went away? The wind outside was glacial and the house seemed to sway with it. The house was freezing, surely no one was actually living in it and there seemed to be no sign of human life to be felt. While checking upstairs Phillip came across a door banging against the wall. The window was open, the moon shining brightly and the freezing winds coming through it. The howling of wolves could be heard in the distance. As he walked further into the room he noticed a dark stain on the floor. It was a huge puddle of something brown? Maybe it was red but Phillip didn’t have time to check, a large ghostly white figure emerged from the rafters and grabbed him tightly around his chest cutting off his oxygen and slowly crushing him. With a crack and a gargle from his throat, Phillip’s body went limp and the large ghostly monster swallowed him whole.

Lilly was small for her age. She was sixteen but still only 5 foot 1 and frail looking. But she was brave and cunning and not scared of a thing. At school yesterday the boys were teasing her about being so small. “Geez, I’ve seen 10 year olds taller than you.” One of the boys said tauntingly but Lilly wouldn’t back down, “I might be small but I am brave, braver then any of you losers!” She said this easily, she was not thinking it was easy now. After that she made a deal with the boys, “I will spend one night in that old house on the hill. If I stay the whole night you can’t tease me about my height ever again, if I chicken out you can say whatever you want and I won’t care.” There were stories of the house being haunted with creatures that you would only see in books and movies, Lilly thought it was all bogus. She wasn’t scared but she was having second thoughts now. The boys agreed with her proposition and that is why Lilly was slowly walking towards the so called ‘Haunted House on the Hill’.

The night was warm, unpleasantly humid. A bead of sweat dripped from Lilly’s forehead. The moon was shining down onto the decrepit house making it look eerie and mysterious but also quite grand in a spooky kind of way. The night was silent except for the howling of wolves that could be heard. ‘Wow, it’s just like a scary story’ she thought. She was standing in front of the intricately carved wooden door. Everyone said the owners of the house went away and never came back, but she thought that it would be safe to knock anyway. She lightly rapped once on the door. Slowly it opened and a ghostly white hand grabbed Lilly and pulled her inside the house. With a crack and a gargle the night was once again silent except for the howling of the wolves in the distance.

“Lilly Mathers” the teacher called out.
“She’s away again Mr Orchard.” Exclaimed a girl sitting in the back row.
Does anyone know where she is, it’s the third day in a row.”

The boys looked at each other. Could this be their fault?

It's pretty shit aye but I had to write it to a criteria and it their wasn't too much to work with.
Heres another one.....

Bloodshed and Romance

The moon shone brightly on the stage, glinting off the blood of the last act. The gruesome silence filling the stadium, only the sound of our breathing can be heard. A howl in the distance.

I’m taking one step at a time, but it’s hard. My pain is never subsiding, my heart pulling in two directions. My longing to be with him and the truth that I never will. “Good morning Jamie” I hadn’t even noticed that mum had left the driveway but there was my best friend Kate, banging on my window. “Are you going to get out or are you going to sit there all day sulking, I didn’t like him anyways, he kinda looks like an animal.” There was Kate, making fun of my pain again. “I’m coming,” I said “Geez don’t chuck a phsyc.” I tried to say it so she didn’t think I was still not over him but I think she saw through my fa├žade. The day seemed so slow, I couldn’t concentrate on Mrs Proctor in Science and I answered one of Mr Barter’s questions incorrectly in English. But at lunch I got some good news. “Guess what Jamie?” Kate asked me while we were sitting at lunch. I was staring over at Mitch so she answered anyway, “I got us tickets to see Bloodshed and Romance!” It was only one of the coolest music festivals in Churchill and I was ecstatic. “Oh my God that’s awesome can I get a ride with you?” I knew that my mum would never let me go so I was going to say that Katie was picking me up to have a sleepover at her house.

“Have you got everything you need darling?” Mum asked as I was heading out the door.
“Of course mum, I’ll see you tomorrow night.” I was really sleeping over at Kate’s and under the unflattering tracksuit I was really wearing my ‘Gazebo’ t-shirt and a rockin’ pair of skinny jeans. Mum would never approve of this outfit as she would the festival. It was Saturday morning and the sun could be barely seen through the thick cover of clouds. Kate’s mum was also oblivious to the festival that we were going to today. She thought we were studying at Adriana’s house which was quite close to the stadium. “Have fun kids” she exclaimed as we jumped out of the car. We waited until she was gone and bolted for the stadium. The vibration of the bass could be felt even from down the street. “This is gonna be awesome!” said Kate. But as we lined up to get in I saw Mitch. Oh Mitch, why did he have to come? My heart seemed to be pulling again, the aching swelling throughout my body. No. I was going to have a good. But something seemed kind of weird about Mitch today. Kate was right; he did look a bit like an animal.

I was enjoying myself. The bass pumping, the drum beating, this was where I felt free. It was starting to get dark and there were only three acts left. While we were getting drinks Kate was chatting away while I was staring at Mitch, there was a ravenous look about him. “Jamie, should I ring mum and tell her to pick us up in about an hour?” I looked away from Mitch so she wouldn’t notice anything. “Sure but won’t she think something’s up? We might look a bit…flustered.”

“She’s pretty unobservant” Kate explained with a shrug. As we went back to the main arena I noticed how many people there were. “There must be at least a three thousand people here. That’s quite a lot for a small town.” It seemed quite odd as I didn’t notice very many people. “They must be from out of town.” I guessed but they all seemed to have the same ravenous look as Mitch. How odd but I dismissed it as my favourite band of all time walked on stage, ‘Gazebo’. As we danced I noticed that the odd people were moving closer and closer to the others in the audience. It was getting really weird now. The moon was shining almost clearly overhead, the clouds were slowly clearing. As the drummer hit the last beat the clouds were fully cleared away from the moon and a retched howling broke through the crowd.

I grabbed Kate. We ran. I must have been the only person not oblivious to the odd people…or whatever they were starting to morph into. As the howl broke through their mouth it started to turn into snout much like a wolf and fur was sprouting from underneath their clothes. What was happening? These people were turning into strange creatures. I saw Mitch, the only way I could recognise him was that the creature that he was now was wearing the tattered remains of his t-shirt. The once-humans were fully mutated now and were starting to seize upon innocent audience members. Ripping, tearing, gouging, the wolf like creatures were disembowelling the people and screams of pain could be heard. Before we turned and ran through the doors we saw the lead singer of Gazebo ripped to shreds by one of what I now considered to be werewolves.

We sat for hours, hiding. We did not come out until we thought it was safe to. What happened? Did the ‘werewolves’ go for a rampage through the town or did the audience at the accurately named ‘Bloodshed and Romance’ festival satisfy their appetites? We slowly walked back to the stadium, scared that we might come across the creatures again. As we entered the huge stadium we were welcomed by the smell of death.

The moon shone brightly on the stage, glinting off the blood of the last act. The gruesome silence filling the stadium, only the sound our breathing can be heard. A howl in the distance.

Well i'm not that creative but you can probably guess what the criteria was.

Time for a shower
Pixii xox.

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