This goes along with Unrequited Love... but in a different way.
A girl will never forget the first boy she likes. Even if things don’t quite work out, say he pushes you about and hits you like little boys usually do, but usually someone is there to offer words of wisdom, ‘do you know why that boy did those things? It’s because he likes you.’ There it is! That’s the beginning of our problem. Do you know what this means? We’re all encouraged, programmed, to believe that if a guy acts like a total jerk that means he likes you.
Take a girl who has just been dumped, what do you usually say to her as her best friend? Something along the lines of, ‘he likes you too much, you’re too pretty and too great and he can’t handle it.’ Or if he doesn’t call her then you’ll tell her that he lost her number or something. Why do we say this stuff to each other though? Is it possible that it’s because we’re too scared and it’s too hard to say the one obvious truth that’s staring everyone in the face...? He’s just not that into you.
If a lad doesn’t call you after meeting up with you, then he’s not interested. The same goes, if he doesn’t talk to you over the net. If he wants to be with you, he’ll do anything to see you again and talk to you again. Don’t believe the stuff that you’re mates say. Sure she’s being honest and you are great and pretty but she’s using them as an excuse to help you get over him. If he’s just dumped you, it doesn’t mean he still likes you.
There might be an occasional time when it was a mistake that he dumped you, but he’ll apologise the next day and you’ll be back together again. If that doesn't happen to you, then don’t go after him and think that he broke up with you because you’re too pretty and he can’t handle it... that’s rubbish.
My advice to all the best friends out there, don’t say this stuff to your mates, you’re giving her false hope. I know and understand that you’re trying to be supportive but you might end up making things worse for her in the long run. Think about what you’re going to say to be supportive, maybe something along the lines of ‘There’re more like him out there that are better than he is and less of a jerk...’ That’ll help her more than practically saying, ‘it’s you, not him.'
Wednesday, 14 October 2009
Unrequited Love
I have found, almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said, ‘journey’s end at lovers meeting.’ What a thought! Personally I haven’t experienced anything remotely close to that but I’m more than willing to believe that Shakespeare had.
I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should, I’m constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said that love is blind, now that is something I know to be true.
For some, quite inexplicably, love fades. For others, some is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then there’s another kind of love, the cruellest kind, the one that almost kills it’s victims, it’s called unrequited love. Of that, I am an expert.
Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other, but what about the rest of us? What about our stories? Those of us who fall in love, alone. We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones, we’re the unloved ones, and the walking wounded. We’re left to wait, wondering if he/she will ever love us back and most of the time, the answer is no.
Now, I’ve thought about what I’m going to say in this post and what I’m going to say, is to simply give up. I know that doesn’t sound like very good advice but, take it from someone who’s experienced this. Think about it though, what is the point in waiting for something that will never happen? This person that you are in love with, who doesn’t love you back obviously doesn’t want to be with you. If they did, do you really think you would be sat there, waiting for them to feel the same way? Nope, you would be with them already.
This has got to be the oldest saying in the book but it’s true, there really are plenty more fish in the sea. So my advice to those who actually know what I’m talking about, is to let go of that person you can’t stop thinking about, who doesn’t love you back and focus on something else in your life. I’m sure you don’t really want to be stuck going through life with that one person in your head who you aren’t with, and never will be, waiting for them to finally see that you’re meant to be together. If things are meant to happen between you, then they will. You can’t wait around for that to happen though; you’ve got to move on.
There will be someone out there for you, I promise that, and you will find that one person who you’re meant to be with, but you’re not going to find them if you’re still hooked on some other guy/girl. No-one was there to give me this advice, but I sat down and thought about the situation I was in and this has all helped me, so now I want to help others who are in this situation also. So think about what I’ve said and it might just help :)
I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should, I’m constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said that love is blind, now that is something I know to be true.
For some, quite inexplicably, love fades. For others, some is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then there’s another kind of love, the cruellest kind, the one that almost kills it’s victims, it’s called unrequited love. Of that, I am an expert.
Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other, but what about the rest of us? What about our stories? Those of us who fall in love, alone. We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones, we’re the unloved ones, and the walking wounded. We’re left to wait, wondering if he/she will ever love us back and most of the time, the answer is no.
Now, I’ve thought about what I’m going to say in this post and what I’m going to say, is to simply give up. I know that doesn’t sound like very good advice but, take it from someone who’s experienced this. Think about it though, what is the point in waiting for something that will never happen? This person that you are in love with, who doesn’t love you back obviously doesn’t want to be with you. If they did, do you really think you would be sat there, waiting for them to feel the same way? Nope, you would be with them already.
This has got to be the oldest saying in the book but it’s true, there really are plenty more fish in the sea. So my advice to those who actually know what I’m talking about, is to let go of that person you can’t stop thinking about, who doesn’t love you back and focus on something else in your life. I’m sure you don’t really want to be stuck going through life with that one person in your head who you aren’t with, and never will be, waiting for them to finally see that you’re meant to be together. If things are meant to happen between you, then they will. You can’t wait around for that to happen though; you’ve got to move on.
There will be someone out there for you, I promise that, and you will find that one person who you’re meant to be with, but you’re not going to find them if you’re still hooked on some other guy/girl. No-one was there to give me this advice, but I sat down and thought about the situation I was in and this has all helped me, so now I want to help others who are in this situation also. So think about what I’ve said and it might just help :)
Wednesday, 7 October 2009
A seaside town in winter
The once happy and joyful seaside town was now a ghost town. Desolate, deserted and desperate for people to play with again, for children to laugh and splash about in the sea, to build castles in the sand and throw beach balls to one another. Instead, the beach was bare and abandoned, lifeless and still. As I stood at the edge of the sea, the wind whipping my hair about my face and howling viciously around me, I found it hard to picture this violent scene a couple of months ago when the sand glistened like a million diamonds in the hot summer sun and the sky was a beautiful blue, so calm and clear. Now it was a different story. A seaside town in winter is a whole new world.
The wind was crisp, cold and cruel, knocking people’s hats from their heads and sweeping sand into their eyes. Under the pier I saw a young girl, a victim of the wind’s cruelty, chasing after her scarf that had been whisked away and stolen from around her neck. She tripped and tumbled over rocks and pools of water in the sand where children had been digging in the summer. Litter danced around with the leaves and the dryer sand further up the beach, as an old couple huddled together on they’re morning stroll along the promenade, scarves covering their mouths to protect they’re necks from the biting wind. The heavy rain clouds drifted slowly over head, dark grey and rumbling as they passed. A weak, orange sun hung low in the sky, cowering into the sea in the distant horizon, intimidated by the grumbling, angry clouds that moaned as they rolled along in the dull sky. A fine mist cloaked the town like an eerie, ancestral spectre, watching, waiting in hope that one day, the sun will once again burst through the clouds and the miserable, dejected seaside town will be content and full of life once more.
The sea was a hungry lion, pouncing and snatching all that lay upon the brown, soggy sand. Lollipop sticks, fish and chips wrappers, sun cream bottles, broken buckets and spades, all drawn into the large mouth of the hungry beast. Crashing against the shore, small waves washed the night’s debris onto the land and cowardly backed away before anyone saw who had left the discarded wreckage scattered about on the silent beach. I sunk into the sand as I walked and it squelched underfoot as I did so, grey and soggy, oozing through the cracks in the souls of my shoes and soaking my socks. A young woman was having the same trouble as I was; she padded slowly across the boggy, coffee carpet trying to keep up with her puppy as he bounded along the coast, free and happy. Out to sea I spotted a small boat, being dragged by the current further and further into the horizon, sure to have no escape when the shore is no longer visible, trapped forever in the watery grave.
Shops stood lined up along the promenade like soldiers ready for inspection. They were dead to the world, unresponsive and motionless, bordered up with paint peeling on the doors, thick layers of dust sat on the window sills and each were labelled with ‘closed’ signs.... hung from the inside, showing they were useless and pathetic excuses for seaside shops because they held no joyful surprises inside in winter, only broken bits and pieces caked in dirt and grime. Gulls shrieked and circled overhead like vultures, searching for unwanted food left about on the pavement. They dived through the air when they spotted a fish and chip wrapper, (still containing a couple of chips) perched on the edge of the low wall that surrounded the beach. They all squabbled over it and flapped about angrily at each other, meanwhile I glanced over to the uninhabited fairground. The rides sat still, sleeping and wrapped up in their winter jackets, hibernating and awaiting the return of the cheerful visitors that will enliven the seaside town once again with their ecstatic faces and colourful clothing. The horses on the merry-go-round creaked and rattled in the strong winds and were beginning to rust from the endless days of heavy rain that had hammered against their bodies. Rollercoaster’s looked unsafe in winter. The darkness combined with the noises of the rides in the wind, made the fairground a frightening scene to look upon, like something out of a horror movie. All signs scream ‘don’t go in’ but something draws you inside, pulls you into the trap as you feel you need to investigate the forsaken place, to find what lurks within the grounds ready to pounce.
The night was drawing near. Enclosing around me, changing the atmosphere from slightly angered to spiteful and enraged. The wind was harsh, throwing the litter about and chucking it at passers by. The sea crashed merciless against the eroding cliff face, stealing chunks of rock as it striked repeatedly. The cold air was bitter, as it wrapped itself around my body, ripping any warmth I had left from me.
A seaside town in winter really is a whole new world. A different scene completely, with mixed emotions. Ruthless, vicious and vindictive, something you could never imagine if you were to stand on a beach in summer with the sweat dripping from your face in the heat of the sun and small children laughing and playing in sand and water around you. A seaside town in winter is a fascinating scene to gaze upon.
The wind was crisp, cold and cruel, knocking people’s hats from their heads and sweeping sand into their eyes. Under the pier I saw a young girl, a victim of the wind’s cruelty, chasing after her scarf that had been whisked away and stolen from around her neck. She tripped and tumbled over rocks and pools of water in the sand where children had been digging in the summer. Litter danced around with the leaves and the dryer sand further up the beach, as an old couple huddled together on they’re morning stroll along the promenade, scarves covering their mouths to protect they’re necks from the biting wind. The heavy rain clouds drifted slowly over head, dark grey and rumbling as they passed. A weak, orange sun hung low in the sky, cowering into the sea in the distant horizon, intimidated by the grumbling, angry clouds that moaned as they rolled along in the dull sky. A fine mist cloaked the town like an eerie, ancestral spectre, watching, waiting in hope that one day, the sun will once again burst through the clouds and the miserable, dejected seaside town will be content and full of life once more.
The sea was a hungry lion, pouncing and snatching all that lay upon the brown, soggy sand. Lollipop sticks, fish and chips wrappers, sun cream bottles, broken buckets and spades, all drawn into the large mouth of the hungry beast. Crashing against the shore, small waves washed the night’s debris onto the land and cowardly backed away before anyone saw who had left the discarded wreckage scattered about on the silent beach. I sunk into the sand as I walked and it squelched underfoot as I did so, grey and soggy, oozing through the cracks in the souls of my shoes and soaking my socks. A young woman was having the same trouble as I was; she padded slowly across the boggy, coffee carpet trying to keep up with her puppy as he bounded along the coast, free and happy. Out to sea I spotted a small boat, being dragged by the current further and further into the horizon, sure to have no escape when the shore is no longer visible, trapped forever in the watery grave.
Shops stood lined up along the promenade like soldiers ready for inspection. They were dead to the world, unresponsive and motionless, bordered up with paint peeling on the doors, thick layers of dust sat on the window sills and each were labelled with ‘closed’ signs.... hung from the inside, showing they were useless and pathetic excuses for seaside shops because they held no joyful surprises inside in winter, only broken bits and pieces caked in dirt and grime. Gulls shrieked and circled overhead like vultures, searching for unwanted food left about on the pavement. They dived through the air when they spotted a fish and chip wrapper, (still containing a couple of chips) perched on the edge of the low wall that surrounded the beach. They all squabbled over it and flapped about angrily at each other, meanwhile I glanced over to the uninhabited fairground. The rides sat still, sleeping and wrapped up in their winter jackets, hibernating and awaiting the return of the cheerful visitors that will enliven the seaside town once again with their ecstatic faces and colourful clothing. The horses on the merry-go-round creaked and rattled in the strong winds and were beginning to rust from the endless days of heavy rain that had hammered against their bodies. Rollercoaster’s looked unsafe in winter. The darkness combined with the noises of the rides in the wind, made the fairground a frightening scene to look upon, like something out of a horror movie. All signs scream ‘don’t go in’ but something draws you inside, pulls you into the trap as you feel you need to investigate the forsaken place, to find what lurks within the grounds ready to pounce.
The night was drawing near. Enclosing around me, changing the atmosphere from slightly angered to spiteful and enraged. The wind was harsh, throwing the litter about and chucking it at passers by. The sea crashed merciless against the eroding cliff face, stealing chunks of rock as it striked repeatedly. The cold air was bitter, as it wrapped itself around my body, ripping any warmth I had left from me.
A seaside town in winter really is a whole new world. A different scene completely, with mixed emotions. Ruthless, vicious and vindictive, something you could never imagine if you were to stand on a beach in summer with the sweat dripping from your face in the heat of the sun and small children laughing and playing in sand and water around you. A seaside town in winter is a fascinating scene to gaze upon.
Wednesday, 30 September 2009
Unbreakable
Sometimes in life there really are bonds that are formed that cannot be broken; sometimes you really can find that one person who will stand by you no matter what. There’s the chance that the one person you can count on for a lifetime, the one person who knows you, sometimes better than you know yourself, is the same person who’s been stood beside you, all along. It doesn’t matter how many times you argue or fall out because that bond just gets stronger and becomes unbreakable. Whether it’s a spouse or a best friend, you will always have that someone to catch you when you fall, to be there to give you advice when you need it most, to be honest and loyal. They’ll be the one who will stick to you like glue when you feel like you’re all alone in the world with no-one to turn to. They’ll break through you’re shell when you’re quiet and upset and talk with you into the night until everything’s right again. That one person is never out of second chances and will always be willing to forgive you even if you feel you don’t deserve it. They’ll have a million and one ways to make you laugh and will be there ready and waiting for when you need them, looking out for you when you’re in trouble. They’ll know all your secrets but will keep them locked away forever, knowing that you told them because you love them and trust them and that’s all they’ll need, to keep them hidden. They’ll love you for all eternity and you will mean everything to them.
Saturday, 19 September 2009
There's always somebody
Something for when you feel a bit down, when you feel like no-one loves you and when you feel like no-one cares.
Right Now -
-somebody is thinking of you.
-somebody is caring about you.
-somebody misses you
-somebody wants to talk to you.
-somebody wants to be with you.
-somebody hopes you aren't in trouble.
-somebody is thankful for the support you have provided.
-somebody wants to hold your hand.
-somebody hopes everything turns out all right.
-somebody wants you to be happy.
-somebody wants you to find him/her.
-somebody is celebrating your successes.
-somebody wants to give you a gift.
-somebody thinks that you ARE a gift.
-somebody loves you.
-somebody admires your strength.
-somebody is thinking of you and smiling.
-somebody wants to be your shoulder to cry on.
Right Now -
-somebody is thinking of you.
-somebody is caring about you.
-somebody misses you
-somebody wants to talk to you.
-somebody wants to be with you.
-somebody hopes you aren't in trouble.
-somebody is thankful for the support you have provided.
-somebody wants to hold your hand.
-somebody hopes everything turns out all right.
-somebody wants you to be happy.
-somebody wants you to find him/her.
-somebody is celebrating your successes.
-somebody wants to give you a gift.
-somebody thinks that you ARE a gift.
-somebody loves you.
-somebody admires your strength.
-somebody is thinking of you and smiling.
-somebody wants to be your shoulder to cry on.
Thursday, 17 September 2009
Love lost and found
There he was. The love of my life was stood in front of me with a gun directed at my chest. My heart beat so fast that I couldn’t hear any sounds around me and all I could see was the way he looked at me. I stared into his eyes and tears streamed down his face. I’d known him since primary school and we had become soul mates from the day we met or even the second we laid eyes on each other. Here we were, 20 years later, stood in an old abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere, with no-one around and no-one to help, stuck in a situation where I was sure there wasn’t a way out.
It was a frosty winter’s morning about 5 years ago. The snow was settled on the floor, covering it with a thick, white blanket. I was snuggled up in bed when there was a faint knock on my bedroom door. It was him. He came in and lay on the bed next to me. This is a guy that you just adore because he’s simply gorgeous. The light brown hair, the sea blue eyes and his gentle and funny personality. There was no doubt that i was in love with Taylor Pattinson.
“Hey you.” He said with a soft smile. “Hey.” I replied.
“I was thinking as it’s snowing we need to do something today, like go for a walk in the park maybe.” He was so sweet when it came to pleasing me. We both turned onto our sides and looked at each other.
“Yeah sure, just wait downstairs then while I get changed.”
“Well, can’t I stay in here then while you do that?”
“Ha, No, now get out you.” He got off the bed and headed for the door. He turned round and smiled at me before closing the door behind him.
The pond in the park had frozen over and a thin layer of snow covered the ice. As we walked side by side, our breath’s merged together in the cold air, and our hands were slowly turning blue. We found a bench and brushed all the snow onto the floor so that we could sit down.
“Beth?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m moving to London.” Moving!? i screamed in my head.
“When?”
“In a week. I’m so sorry.” And that was it, I was in tears. I couldn’t have him leave, I loved him too much. I stood up and walked over to the nearest tree. As always when I was upset, he followed. He wrapped me in his arms and hugged me tightly. He drew away and wiped away the tear that was running down my cheek with his thumb and then gave me a long, slow kiss. I opened my eyes when it came to an end and took his hand in mine.
“Why did you do that? That one kiss is gonna make everything more complicated now and harder for me.”
“I’m sorry it just felt like the right moment. I’ve been waiting to do that for so long. I really don’t want to leave you but an amazing job has opened up in London and it’s the only chance I’m going to get.”
“What’s the job?”
“That’s not important right now. Beth, I am so sorry.” I couldn’t handle it so I went home leaving him to walk home on his own.
The day he left, he came along to say goodbye, leaving me with a letter. We exchanged one last long kiss and he went on his way. I ran upstairs to my room to read the letter…
‘Beth,
I want you to know how sorry I am for leaving. I will think about you everyday and pray that we will meet again some day. This is my last chance to say it so here goes, I love you Beth, I have since the moment we first met and you have been the one thing on my mind ever since. 19 years in the making I feel our friendship has become much more but I’ve just never had the guts to come out and say it until now and now it’s too late. We will see each other again Beth, I’m just not sure when that’ll be. Grr… I promised myself I wouldn’t cry while writing this. I will love you forever and always my Beth. Never forget me and I will come back for you someday, I promise. Tay x’ …
To be continued till i can be bothered to write some more :) x
It was a frosty winter’s morning about 5 years ago. The snow was settled on the floor, covering it with a thick, white blanket. I was snuggled up in bed when there was a faint knock on my bedroom door. It was him. He came in and lay on the bed next to me. This is a guy that you just adore because he’s simply gorgeous. The light brown hair, the sea blue eyes and his gentle and funny personality. There was no doubt that i was in love with Taylor Pattinson.
“Hey you.” He said with a soft smile. “Hey.” I replied.
“I was thinking as it’s snowing we need to do something today, like go for a walk in the park maybe.” He was so sweet when it came to pleasing me. We both turned onto our sides and looked at each other.
“Yeah sure, just wait downstairs then while I get changed.”
“Well, can’t I stay in here then while you do that?”
“Ha, No, now get out you.” He got off the bed and headed for the door. He turned round and smiled at me before closing the door behind him.
The pond in the park had frozen over and a thin layer of snow covered the ice. As we walked side by side, our breath’s merged together in the cold air, and our hands were slowly turning blue. We found a bench and brushed all the snow onto the floor so that we could sit down.
“Beth?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m moving to London.” Moving!? i screamed in my head.
“When?”
“In a week. I’m so sorry.” And that was it, I was in tears. I couldn’t have him leave, I loved him too much. I stood up and walked over to the nearest tree. As always when I was upset, he followed. He wrapped me in his arms and hugged me tightly. He drew away and wiped away the tear that was running down my cheek with his thumb and then gave me a long, slow kiss. I opened my eyes when it came to an end and took his hand in mine.
“Why did you do that? That one kiss is gonna make everything more complicated now and harder for me.”
“I’m sorry it just felt like the right moment. I’ve been waiting to do that for so long. I really don’t want to leave you but an amazing job has opened up in London and it’s the only chance I’m going to get.”
“What’s the job?”
“That’s not important right now. Beth, I am so sorry.” I couldn’t handle it so I went home leaving him to walk home on his own.
The day he left, he came along to say goodbye, leaving me with a letter. We exchanged one last long kiss and he went on his way. I ran upstairs to my room to read the letter…
‘Beth,
I want you to know how sorry I am for leaving. I will think about you everyday and pray that we will meet again some day. This is my last chance to say it so here goes, I love you Beth, I have since the moment we first met and you have been the one thing on my mind ever since. 19 years in the making I feel our friendship has become much more but I’ve just never had the guts to come out and say it until now and now it’s too late. We will see each other again Beth, I’m just not sure when that’ll be. Grr… I promised myself I wouldn’t cry while writing this. I will love you forever and always my Beth. Never forget me and I will come back for you someday, I promise. Tay x’ …
To be continued till i can be bothered to write some more :) x
Scaredy cat
I wrote this in year 9 ... :)
The air was filled with moisture and the dark night was silent. The abandoned vicarage stood lonely upon the hillside surrounded by a resting mist. There was a faint sound in the distance like a soft siren. As the source of the sound got closer. It became clearer. Out of the darkness approached a jet-black cat with glistening black whiskers. It was Maddie, the old vicar’s cat. As she crept through an open window of the vicarage she moved gracefully with caution.
Once inside, Maddie was faced with a mirror. She sat on the windowsill looking at her reflection. It was smudged and blurred. As she looked into the mirror she gazed at her surroundings in the reflection. In the corner of the room was an old armchair, covered in a ragged, worn out coverlet layered in a blanket of dust. The room was a rusty grey colour lit by a beam of moonlight seeping through the window. Maddie then spotted an owl perched on top of an old lampshade and wandered over to it. When she reached it she saw that underneath the lampshade was about a dozen pairs of blood red eyes. When she got nearer to take a better look, rats ran out and scattered across the floor rapidly to escape her clutch. Maddie put herself back together and then headed for the door.
The door lead out onto a cold, damp and old fashioned looking landing. Across the landing was a fierce growling dog but the dog wasn’t normal, it was made of bones. The ghostly skeleton dog, with gritted teeth and blood dripping from its mouth stared at Maddie. She quickly leaped onto the banister and started to slide down the icy marble. The dog ran down the stairs chasing her frantically with a determined look on it’s face. When the banister ended Maddie flew off, landed on the cold surface of the floor and ran through the closest door. The door automatically shut with a bang and the dog was locked outside. Inside the room was black with darkness. At the far side of the room was a table. On the table Maddie found bits of broken dolls. Unexpectedly the dolls started to form back to their original shape and figure. The dolls had big black eyes with no colour in them at all. They seemed to have dresses on in different shades of red and had a black seam. One of the dolls spotted Maddie and they all turned to look. Slowly they walked towards her, all with an evil gaze directed at her. She saw a gap in one of the walls of the room and quickly ran over to it and leaped through it and into the next room avoiding the living toys.
She heard a frightening sound of a gunshot, and another then through the gap she found a man standing above a teenage girl. The man was holding a gun and the girl was lying still as though she was frozen on the floor. The man turned to see what he saw in the corner of his eye, and there was Maddie looking back.
“ Bloody cat. Scared me half to death. Scat you pest!” The man sounded husky and rough. He had chocolate brown hair and moustache to match. His clothes were torn with the girl’s struggle for freedom and there was a small bloodstain on his leather jacket. He stuck up his middle finger and showed it to the girl then left with a smirk hanging from the edges of his mouth. Maddie noticed the Ghostly skeleton dog leave with him too. She got down from the gap in the wall and plodded over to the girl. She was fair-haired with drained sky blue eyes and had a gunshot in her chest and head. So many questions wandered round Maddie’s head but none could be answered. She left the girl and sadly headed for the door back into the hallway and strolled over to the main door, which the awful man had left open.
Out she strode into the stillness of the night and over to the graveyard. The trees swayed in the silent breeze and the bushes rustled with movement from the birds nesting in the branches. Maddie moved over a mossy grave then a bony hand suddenly took hold of her paw and rapidly dragged her underground. Soil and gravel flew into her eyes making her unable to see. When she finally came to a halt, she felt the hand let go of her paw. She struggled to open her eyes and when she did, she found that she was standing in an underground cave with walls covered in mud and dirt. In front of her was a long winding tunnel and at the far end she could just make out a young girl backing away from a middle-aged man and woman. The girl had a terrified look in her eyes and as she got closer Maddie recognised her. It was Livia, the girl who had taken her in after her owner died.
“ Mum, Dad why are you acting like this? Stop it! You’re scaring me.” Livia quickly turned around to see if there was anyway to escape.
“ Like what darling. We haven’t changed.” Livia then spotted Maddie and ran over to her and scooped her up in her arms.
“Maddie.” Maddie noticed that Livia’s parents didn’t look normal. Both their faces were drained of all colour and their skins were scabby. There were cuts all over their bodies with blood pouring from them. Maddie saw that Livia’s eyes were brimmed with tears and she was clutching her close to her chest.
“ Well, look who it is. It’s the little cat from the house.” The murderer from the house appeared at the end of the tunnel with his gruesome dog by his side.
“ Who are you?” Livia’s voice started to sound nervous and tense as she spoke the words of every good guy in history that had been faced with a soon to be an enemy.
“ Why I’m the man who killed your helpless big sister.” That was the last string and Livia broke down crying.
“ But what have you done to my parents?” She said between sobs.
“ Oh them, they’re zombies I’ve put a curse on them. And my name is Max Crawford.” Maddie gazed into Livia’s eyes as the tears rolled down her face. Anger fumed inside Maddie and she could tell that the same was happening to Livia. Livia’s parents started to edge towards them both and her mum took Maddie by the collar and slung her onto the floor coldly and cruelly as Livia’s Dad went for his daughter.
“ Dad snap out of it! Leave us alone!” Maddie dug her claws deep into the mud. Hearing Livia’s scream then bought her back to her senses. She jolted forward and jumped onto Mr Westwood’s face and scratched and clawed at it with all her power. When she finally retrieved, his face was cut all over and blood was streaming down and onto his ripped, chequered shirt. The scratches made him unable to see so as he stumbled around he bumped into Max. The rage shone in Max’s face like a red balloon that had caught the light.
“ You stupid idiot!” Max’s teethe were gritted tightly. He took hold of Mr. Westwood’s collar firmly and slammed him against the wall.
“ YOU DO NOT MESS WITH ME!!” Max yelled into Mr Westwood’s ear then took his gun from the inside pocket of his jacket. He shot a bullet straight through Mr Westwood’s head. Livia screamed in terror at the sight of her father dripping with blood and laying still on the floor. Max cackled loudly.
“ It’s so hard to get good help these days! Ha ha.”
“ You monster! Why are you doing this to me!” The curse on Mrs Westwood was suddenly broken. Maddie sat at Livia’s feet trying to work out what was going on.
“ I was hoping that would happen.” Max turned to face Livia’s mum, still with a smirk on his face.
“ It’s been a while Beth.” Mrs Westwood looked puzzled as if she had just woken from a coma.
“ Max? Where am I? Who’s that?” Se didn’t seem to remember being married; does this mean that she doesn’t remember having Livia? Maddie thought.
“ Everything is ok my darling. This is Livia my…uh… niece.”
“ Niece?” Livia stared at Max with a look of dismay.
“ Just go with it and I’ll leave you in peace. Ok?”
“ Leave me in peace. You have killed my…” A hand covering her mouth interrupted Livia’s speech.
“ Darling Beth. Could you go upstairs and wait for me up there?” Mrs Westwood still looking puzzled obeyed Max’s request and stumbled up the muddy steps.
“ Look kid. I’m sorry about what happened. Ok I’m not that sorry but all I wanted was your beautiful mother who your stupid father took from me. And about your sister. Ever since she was born my life had been miserable and when she got older she started to track me down because I threw a bomb into one of the windows of your house to get some pay back on your Dad.” Livia’s mouth fell open.
“That was you! That destroyed my bedroom and my belongings. It killed my cat, and my new baby sister! My life has been a misery since that and now this as well. I hate you! You are a cruel and evil man!!!” Maddie felt Livia’s pain. The cat that died was one of her kittens. Tears brimmed Maddie’s eyes, as the memory was too painful. She ran forward and scratched Max’s leg. There was another gunshot but Maddie saw nothing happen. She looked again at Livia. She was on her knees at Maddie’s side. She saw Max pick Livia up and carry her up the steps.
Outside the rain was heavily coming down and splashed mud up Maddie’s legs. She stood watching Livia being dragged away with Max and Beth then looked down into a glistening puddle. The water was like looking into mirror. It was clear and smooth, but when Maddie looked at her image once more she noticed something different. She was a ghost.
The air was filled with moisture and the dark night was silent. The abandoned vicarage stood lonely upon the hillside surrounded by a resting mist. There was a faint sound in the distance like a soft siren. As the source of the sound got closer. It became clearer. Out of the darkness approached a jet-black cat with glistening black whiskers. It was Maddie, the old vicar’s cat. As she crept through an open window of the vicarage she moved gracefully with caution.
Once inside, Maddie was faced with a mirror. She sat on the windowsill looking at her reflection. It was smudged and blurred. As she looked into the mirror she gazed at her surroundings in the reflection. In the corner of the room was an old armchair, covered in a ragged, worn out coverlet layered in a blanket of dust. The room was a rusty grey colour lit by a beam of moonlight seeping through the window. Maddie then spotted an owl perched on top of an old lampshade and wandered over to it. When she reached it she saw that underneath the lampshade was about a dozen pairs of blood red eyes. When she got nearer to take a better look, rats ran out and scattered across the floor rapidly to escape her clutch. Maddie put herself back together and then headed for the door.
The door lead out onto a cold, damp and old fashioned looking landing. Across the landing was a fierce growling dog but the dog wasn’t normal, it was made of bones. The ghostly skeleton dog, with gritted teeth and blood dripping from its mouth stared at Maddie. She quickly leaped onto the banister and started to slide down the icy marble. The dog ran down the stairs chasing her frantically with a determined look on it’s face. When the banister ended Maddie flew off, landed on the cold surface of the floor and ran through the closest door. The door automatically shut with a bang and the dog was locked outside. Inside the room was black with darkness. At the far side of the room was a table. On the table Maddie found bits of broken dolls. Unexpectedly the dolls started to form back to their original shape and figure. The dolls had big black eyes with no colour in them at all. They seemed to have dresses on in different shades of red and had a black seam. One of the dolls spotted Maddie and they all turned to look. Slowly they walked towards her, all with an evil gaze directed at her. She saw a gap in one of the walls of the room and quickly ran over to it and leaped through it and into the next room avoiding the living toys.
She heard a frightening sound of a gunshot, and another then through the gap she found a man standing above a teenage girl. The man was holding a gun and the girl was lying still as though she was frozen on the floor. The man turned to see what he saw in the corner of his eye, and there was Maddie looking back.
“ Bloody cat. Scared me half to death. Scat you pest!” The man sounded husky and rough. He had chocolate brown hair and moustache to match. His clothes were torn with the girl’s struggle for freedom and there was a small bloodstain on his leather jacket. He stuck up his middle finger and showed it to the girl then left with a smirk hanging from the edges of his mouth. Maddie noticed the Ghostly skeleton dog leave with him too. She got down from the gap in the wall and plodded over to the girl. She was fair-haired with drained sky blue eyes and had a gunshot in her chest and head. So many questions wandered round Maddie’s head but none could be answered. She left the girl and sadly headed for the door back into the hallway and strolled over to the main door, which the awful man had left open.
Out she strode into the stillness of the night and over to the graveyard. The trees swayed in the silent breeze and the bushes rustled with movement from the birds nesting in the branches. Maddie moved over a mossy grave then a bony hand suddenly took hold of her paw and rapidly dragged her underground. Soil and gravel flew into her eyes making her unable to see. When she finally came to a halt, she felt the hand let go of her paw. She struggled to open her eyes and when she did, she found that she was standing in an underground cave with walls covered in mud and dirt. In front of her was a long winding tunnel and at the far end she could just make out a young girl backing away from a middle-aged man and woman. The girl had a terrified look in her eyes and as she got closer Maddie recognised her. It was Livia, the girl who had taken her in after her owner died.
“ Mum, Dad why are you acting like this? Stop it! You’re scaring me.” Livia quickly turned around to see if there was anyway to escape.
“ Like what darling. We haven’t changed.” Livia then spotted Maddie and ran over to her and scooped her up in her arms.
“Maddie.” Maddie noticed that Livia’s parents didn’t look normal. Both their faces were drained of all colour and their skins were scabby. There were cuts all over their bodies with blood pouring from them. Maddie saw that Livia’s eyes were brimmed with tears and she was clutching her close to her chest.
“ Well, look who it is. It’s the little cat from the house.” The murderer from the house appeared at the end of the tunnel with his gruesome dog by his side.
“ Who are you?” Livia’s voice started to sound nervous and tense as she spoke the words of every good guy in history that had been faced with a soon to be an enemy.
“ Why I’m the man who killed your helpless big sister.” That was the last string and Livia broke down crying.
“ But what have you done to my parents?” She said between sobs.
“ Oh them, they’re zombies I’ve put a curse on them. And my name is Max Crawford.” Maddie gazed into Livia’s eyes as the tears rolled down her face. Anger fumed inside Maddie and she could tell that the same was happening to Livia. Livia’s parents started to edge towards them both and her mum took Maddie by the collar and slung her onto the floor coldly and cruelly as Livia’s Dad went for his daughter.
“ Dad snap out of it! Leave us alone!” Maddie dug her claws deep into the mud. Hearing Livia’s scream then bought her back to her senses. She jolted forward and jumped onto Mr Westwood’s face and scratched and clawed at it with all her power. When she finally retrieved, his face was cut all over and blood was streaming down and onto his ripped, chequered shirt. The scratches made him unable to see so as he stumbled around he bumped into Max. The rage shone in Max’s face like a red balloon that had caught the light.
“ You stupid idiot!” Max’s teethe were gritted tightly. He took hold of Mr. Westwood’s collar firmly and slammed him against the wall.
“ YOU DO NOT MESS WITH ME!!” Max yelled into Mr Westwood’s ear then took his gun from the inside pocket of his jacket. He shot a bullet straight through Mr Westwood’s head. Livia screamed in terror at the sight of her father dripping with blood and laying still on the floor. Max cackled loudly.
“ It’s so hard to get good help these days! Ha ha.”
“ You monster! Why are you doing this to me!” The curse on Mrs Westwood was suddenly broken. Maddie sat at Livia’s feet trying to work out what was going on.
“ I was hoping that would happen.” Max turned to face Livia’s mum, still with a smirk on his face.
“ It’s been a while Beth.” Mrs Westwood looked puzzled as if she had just woken from a coma.
“ Max? Where am I? Who’s that?” Se didn’t seem to remember being married; does this mean that she doesn’t remember having Livia? Maddie thought.
“ Everything is ok my darling. This is Livia my…uh… niece.”
“ Niece?” Livia stared at Max with a look of dismay.
“ Just go with it and I’ll leave you in peace. Ok?”
“ Leave me in peace. You have killed my…” A hand covering her mouth interrupted Livia’s speech.
“ Darling Beth. Could you go upstairs and wait for me up there?” Mrs Westwood still looking puzzled obeyed Max’s request and stumbled up the muddy steps.
“ Look kid. I’m sorry about what happened. Ok I’m not that sorry but all I wanted was your beautiful mother who your stupid father took from me. And about your sister. Ever since she was born my life had been miserable and when she got older she started to track me down because I threw a bomb into one of the windows of your house to get some pay back on your Dad.” Livia’s mouth fell open.
“That was you! That destroyed my bedroom and my belongings. It killed my cat, and my new baby sister! My life has been a misery since that and now this as well. I hate you! You are a cruel and evil man!!!” Maddie felt Livia’s pain. The cat that died was one of her kittens. Tears brimmed Maddie’s eyes, as the memory was too painful. She ran forward and scratched Max’s leg. There was another gunshot but Maddie saw nothing happen. She looked again at Livia. She was on her knees at Maddie’s side. She saw Max pick Livia up and carry her up the steps.
Outside the rain was heavily coming down and splashed mud up Maddie’s legs. She stood watching Livia being dragged away with Max and Beth then looked down into a glistening puddle. The water was like looking into mirror. It was clear and smooth, but when Maddie looked at her image once more she noticed something different. She was a ghost.
Friday, 20 February 2009
Dear Friend
You’re always there for me when I need a friend.
You practically know everything there is to know about me.
When i’m quiet or upset you’re always there to comfort me.
When I screw things up you’re always willing to forgive me, you’re never out of second chances.
You've got a million ways to make me laugh and you’re looking out for me... you got my back.
You’ll talk with me into the night till everything's right again.
You know all my secrets, you’re the one I can rely on and trust.
When you’re unhappy I’d do anything to put a smile back on you’re face and then keep it there for eternity.
You’re there when I need you or when I just need cheering up.
You’re loyal, fun and trustworthy,
You’re an amazing friend and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
You practically know everything there is to know about me.
When i’m quiet or upset you’re always there to comfort me.
When I screw things up you’re always willing to forgive me, you’re never out of second chances.
You've got a million ways to make me laugh and you’re looking out for me... you got my back.
You’ll talk with me into the night till everything's right again.
You know all my secrets, you’re the one I can rely on and trust.
When you’re unhappy I’d do anything to put a smile back on you’re face and then keep it there for eternity.
You’re there when I need you or when I just need cheering up.
You’re loyal, fun and trustworthy,
You’re an amazing friend and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Thursday, 1 January 2009
2008
Happy new year!!
Out with the old and in with the new... bring the good stuff from 2008 with you and leave the crap behind!
2008 was full of ups and downs from meeting new and amazing friends to loosing things held closest to me. It was one hell of an adventure.
Youth Holidays, at the end of every one, we went home with a smile on our face and feeling that we had become a lot closer.
Good Friday.. we aren't gonna forget this are we guys... a day full of love, fun and awesomeness!
Yeah by the way.. on each subject I'm not going to go into detail they're all things for me to know and for you to find out.
Right next, oh yeah, the sleepover that went sooo wrong and I wasn't even there! A simple sleepover that got so out of hand, it tore me away from one of my best mates and we haven't really spoken since.
On the other hand we have a sleepover that went sooo right! How we all fit into Bendy's living room I haven't a clue but it was a night of movies, fun to the max, and more awesomeness between mates! What a night that was.
Two weddings of the year that I won't ever forget. First there's Bob and Mimas, an amazing day and all the youth were there to support them on their special day, we had a great time. And then second there's Uncle Ben and Jackie's wedding where I got to wear my gorgeous bridesmaid dress.... along with 11 others which wasn't so good, but I still got to wear it though!
A new cousin... Madeleine Beatrice Stockdale. Gorgeous baby girl that I can't wait to meet.
And then recently I've brought my singing back out the shadows again for another year and I sang at our Melodrama production with Megs at my side on the piano, we had a great time together and we met some new people who are now mates. So that ends a fantastic year and lets hope 2009 does it even better!
Oh and I will probably write some more when I think of some more stuff to put =P
Out with the old and in with the new... bring the good stuff from 2008 with you and leave the crap behind!
2008 was full of ups and downs from meeting new and amazing friends to loosing things held closest to me. It was one hell of an adventure.
Youth Holidays, at the end of every one, we went home with a smile on our face and feeling that we had become a lot closer.
Good Friday.. we aren't gonna forget this are we guys... a day full of love, fun and awesomeness!
Yeah by the way.. on each subject I'm not going to go into detail they're all things for me to know and for you to find out.
Right next, oh yeah, the sleepover that went sooo wrong and I wasn't even there! A simple sleepover that got so out of hand, it tore me away from one of my best mates and we haven't really spoken since.
On the other hand we have a sleepover that went sooo right! How we all fit into Bendy's living room I haven't a clue but it was a night of movies, fun to the max, and more awesomeness between mates! What a night that was.
Two weddings of the year that I won't ever forget. First there's Bob and Mimas, an amazing day and all the youth were there to support them on their special day, we had a great time. And then second there's Uncle Ben and Jackie's wedding where I got to wear my gorgeous bridesmaid dress.... along with 11 others which wasn't so good, but I still got to wear it though!
A new cousin... Madeleine Beatrice Stockdale. Gorgeous baby girl that I can't wait to meet.
And then recently I've brought my singing back out the shadows again for another year and I sang at our Melodrama production with Megs at my side on the piano, we had a great time together and we met some new people who are now mates. So that ends a fantastic year and lets hope 2009 does it even better!
Oh and I will probably write some more when I think of some more stuff to put =P
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